I'm a Professional at Hitting People

Night fell.

Fujino and Sato Miwako followed the robbers to a building called "Ghost Cherry."

"The Maple Leaf Gold Coins that Kabane hid should be in that building."

Fujino hid beside a corner, watching Conan and the others enter the building, and said, stroking his chin.

"They actually found those gold coins by following these kids?"

Sato Miwako, also peeking, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Don't underestimate these children. The talent for deduction is sometimes innate; these children just haven't had the chance to show it yet."

Sato Miwako nodded upon hearing this.

As a detective, she deeply agreed with the concept of deductive talent.

Some people could see the truth of a matter at a glance, while others couldn't solve a single case even after a lifetime of effort…

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Fujino and ask softly, "By the way, Fujino-kun, was your detective talent innate or developed through practice?"

Honestly, she was very curious whether Fujino's deductive abilities were innate or acquired.

After all, being able to deduce the truth from just a tiny detail…

It was beyond her understanding of a normal person.

"Perhaps it was innate… or perhaps it was developed through practice. It's a bit complicated to explain, but I'd call it willpower…"

"Willpower?"

Sato Miwako couldn't understand it at all.

"People often unleash endless potential in high-pressure environments…"

As he spoke, Fujino chuckled, "After all, being a detective is like that. Unlike you civil servants, if a detective doesn't improve, they won't have a source of income. They probably wouldn't even be able to pay their property taxes."

"Is that so?"

Sato Miwako frowned upon hearing this.

If she remembered correctly, Fujino was an orphan.

She still faintly remembered the image of the boy sobbing beside two cold bodies.

Thinking of this, a ripple stirred in her heart.

She lowered her head, and after a moment, softly murmured, "I'm sorry, I touched a sore spot."

"It's nothing, I'm used to it."

Looking at the boy's indifferent expression, Sato Miwako didn't feel any better; instead, she felt worse.

"Prepare to move!"

At this moment, Juzo Megure's voice suddenly came through the hidden earpiece.

Sato Miwako perked up and then, with speed that even Fujino couldn't react to, charged forward and kicked away two people.

Fujino stared blankly at the scene unfolding before him.

When he regained his senses, he found a slip through the net running away from the scene.

Not far from the crime scene.

"Phew… Damn, who is that shrew?"

The robber who had escaped the scene sped away, and only when he looked back and saw no one chasing him did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Recalling the scene of his companions being kicked away, he felt a sense of dread.

Damn, was that kind of shrew something a human could deal with?

"Mr. Robber, isn't it a bit impolite to call a beautiful girl a shrew?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind him.

Before he could even draw his gun, a thick, sturdy wooden sword smashed onto the back of his head.

Bang bang bang bang!

Accompanied by muffled thuds, screams of agony echoed all around.

"You're a robber, right? You drew a gun, right? You called her a shrew, right?"

Fujino muttered as he swung the wooden sword.

The wooden sword gripped in his hand became a blur as he swung it, smashing into the robber's head again and again.

[Detective Enhancement time has ended.]

Hearing the system's voice in his ear, Fujino wiped the light sweat from his temples and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is this how you ambush people?"

Just as Fujino raised his wooden sword, preparing for a new round of attacks, a familiar voice came from behind him.

Fujino turned his head at the words and saw Sato Miwako looking at him with a surprised expression.

"Officer Sato, is that situation handled?"

"It's handled..."

As she spoke, Sato Miwako sized up the robber lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and couldn't help but swallow. "You didn't cripple him, did you?"

"No."

As Fujino spoke, he moved to deliver another blow.

Seeing this, Sato Miwako quickly grabbed Fujino's arm with her fair, delicate hand. "He's already unconscious, don't hit him anymore. If you hit him again, it might actually cause death."

"If someone dies, you'll be held legally responsible..."

She added with a hint of complaint in her voice, "Even I won't be able to protect you then."

"Don't worry, Detective Sato."

Fujino patted his chest confidently. "I'm a professional at knocking people out. They won't be able to find any injuries even if they examine him."

He wouldn't dare claim anything else, but he had tested the "Okamoto 0.01" on Numabuchi Kiichiro to confirm it wouldn't kill someone.

As for whether it could drive someone mad... that was another question.

A moment later, forensic officers, called over by Sato Miwako, began examining the unfortunate man who had been struck dozens of times by Fujino.

"The victim's breathing and heartbeat are normal, his eyes are rolled back, clearly indicating he's fainted," the forensic officer stated. He then turned to Sato Miwako and asked, "Detective Sato, are you sure this guy was hit in the head dozens of times by that kid?"

"That's right!"

Sato Miwako frowned at the question and confirmed, "I saw it with my own eyes."

"That's strange then."

The forensic officer scratched the back of his head, then looked at the robber lying on the ground. "Although this guy has indeed fainted, there are no external injuries on him, not even symptoms of a concussion..."

"What?"

Sato Miwako exclaimed in surprise. "You mean, there isn't a single scratch on him?"

"That's right."

The forensic officer nodded, then looked meaningfully at Fujino and remarked, "I thought it was already outrageous enough when someone who was stabbed a dozen times only had minor injuries... I never expected to meet someone even more outrageous today! Someone who can knock people unconscious without causing any injuries – this is the first time in my career I've seen such a talent!"

"So, this guy doesn't need to go to the hospital?"

"Forget the hospital... I reckon a splash of water would wake him right up."

Sato Miwako breathed a sigh of relief at this.

She had originally intended to take all the blame herself to cover for Fujino.

But now it seemed... there was no need.

"It's no trouble!"

The officer waved his hand first, then muttered quietly, "Compared to this lucky guy who can be woken up with water, I'd better hurry and check on those two you injured whose ribs are broken... I hope they can hold on until the ambulance arrives..."

A friend has a book about the Primordial Era, interested readers can take a look.