Though a Little Mean, He Was Truly Gentle

"Um?"

Juzo Megure looked over and saw a familiar little guy. "Oh, it's Conan!"

He said something felt off, and then he realized it was because Conan wasn't there. Now that Conan was there, he felt much more normal.

Conan then explained his search strategy: the murder was planned, and because there were many fans at the scene, he needed to buy tickets in advance to avoid losing track of the victim.

However, the option of transferring was ruled out because it would attract attention.

In this way, the suspect can be found simply by identifying the passengers on the train before the deceased bought the ticket.

Fifty people left the ticket gate at that time, but only three met the requirements.

Thus, the case once again entered the classic three-choice stage.

Fujino felt that this reasoning was a bit forced and somewhat unreasonable.

But then I thought, since this is the Conan World, then Conan probably won't make any mistakes.

"Conan, you're so smart..."

Takagi crouched down and glanced at Conan: "You actually thought of so much the moment you saw the deceased and got out of the car."

"Um..."

Sato Miwako smooth, white chin. "This child seems to have always been very smart. She always notices things that others don't. She seems to have a very sharp mind."

"Haha, where is it!"

Conan scratched his head, realizing he had been too reckless and might have alerted others, so he quickly waved his hand.

'Heh, starting to regret it, aren't you?'

Fujino looked at the disheveled Conan with great interest, muttering to himself.

Conan seems to think he's become Sherlock Holmes's apprentice and is doing well again, so he seems to be starting to act recklessly again.

This whole thing is so blatant, they're not even bothering to pretend anymore!

Conan, who was being watched by everyone, felt embarrassed and realized that he seemed to have gone too far. He then pointed to Fujino next to him and said in a childish voice, "It was Brother Fujino told me to do it!"

"Oh, it's Brother Fujino!"

Juzo Megure suddenly realized and immediately nodded in agreement. "I see. If that's the case, then it makes sense. As expected of Fujino- kun."

Ai Haibara was also puzzled upon hearing this, and couldn't help but look at Fujino with a confused expression.

She remembered that she had been held in someone's arms the whole time.

Why didn't we hear Fujino explain these things?

Could it be that I'm just too focused and have lost my memory?

The little girl immediately ruled out the possibility that it was unlikely.

After thinking about it, I realized that Conan must have messed up again and was looking for a scapegoat.

Fujino: "...?"

At this moment, he looked at Conan pointing at him with a bewildered expression.

So, when did he say those words?

Amnesia... impossible.

Immediately, Fujino and the little girl teamed up, sharing the same idea.

It must be that Conan trying to take the blame for himself!

Good grief, I'm right here, and you're already spouting nonsense, aren't you?

Aren't you afraid I'll expose your lie with just one sentence?

Fujino thought to himself, then looked at Conan and frowned.

Conan felt a gaze scrutinizing him.

She looked up and met Fujino's gaze, feeling incredibly guilty.

He didn't know why he had such a brain fart and sacrificed Fujino.

Perhaps it's because I was his disciple not long ago?

No, he's Sherlock Holmes's apprentice!

"Okay, it was indeed me who told me."

Under everyone's gaze, Fujino reluctantly took the blame, even though it wasn't entirely unjustified. He then changed the subject, asking, "So, where are the suspects?"

"It's over there!"

Conan pointed behind him and breathed a sigh of relief.

If Fujino were to continue teasing him now...

He'll probably take real damage in no time!

"Well."

Ai Haibara glanced at Conan, sighed with her hands behind her back, and murmured, "Just spoil him..."

Although Conan thinks that Fujino might indeed be a bit bad.

However, those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things more clearly.

In her opinion, Fujino quite nice to Conan, or rather, quite nice to all children?

The Junior Detective League are always adventurous, and they always come to the rescue when something dangerous happens. They also share any good food they have.

Needless to say, Conan's life was saved by emergency medical assistance the last time he got into trouble. While there was an element of playing with the other person when he impersonated Sherlock Holmes, he was ultimately fulfilling the other person's wishes.

He might sometimes play pranks on Conan, which makes him seem a bit mischievous.

However, she guessed that Fujino probably thought Conan was the leader here, so he did this to teach him a lesson.

She's a bit bad, but she's really gentle.

"Seriously, are you kidding me?"

A short-haired woman named Kira Renhui, wearing a camouflage jacket, a Nova Team support shirt, and beige shorts, with a resentful expression, looked at the crowd and said in a sweet voice, "How can the time I bought the train ticket be used as a reason for suspicion? I just bought the return ticket while I was buying the train ticket to avoid the crowd. What's wrong with that?"

"But in the end you still boarded a full tram."

Takagi looked at everyone with a puzzled expression and asked, "Since you've already bought return tickets, why don't you just go to the station and go home?"

"That's because I had a little argument with someone from the Soul Team."

Kira Renhui said helplessly, "At that time, the stands where I was sitting were filled with fans from all the different teams. Even if I wanted to leave, I was blocked from getting out."

"Compared to that lady, I'm much more unlucky."

The man next to him, with a middle parting, round-framed glasses, and wearing Soul Team jersey, chimed in. "The game just ended, and my boss found out I skipped work to watch the game. He gave me a good scolding, which prevented me from seeing the final goal."

"As for me, it's because I can't accept the result of the match. Novar actually lost to something about a soul..."

Among the group, a square-chinned man named Ooba Etsumin, wearing a Nova Team jersey and sporting long hair, said regretfully, "When Hero dribbled past his opponent, he passed the ball to Naoki. I was completely stunned when he entered the goal, and I didn't recover even after the game ended."

"So, may I ask which train you are on?"

Takagi nodded, took out his police handbook and scribbled in his notebook, then asked, "Do you remember the old man, the boy, and the children next to me?"

"Huh? Why are you asking about that?"

The woman frowned. "Back then, it was so crowded that you couldn't see your surroundings at all. Besides, who would specifically remember their carriage number when taking a tram or subway?"

"So, the carriages you were in were completely full at the time?"

Conan glanced at the group of people, then looked at the woman in the camouflage jacket and said, "The fact that there are so many people in the carriage means that there are a lot of people in the carriage. You have a ring on your arm that has been pressed for a long time, which means that when you were on the train, you used your left hand to hold the strap of your purse for a long time, while your right arm was pressing against the opening of the purse."

"Conan is right."

Fujino glanced at the mark on the woman's arm and explained, "If a hard object presses on it for a long time, it will cause the subcutaneous capillaries to dilate, resulting in a red mark. This mark can last for more than 30 minutes or even several hours, depending on the pressure applied to each person."

As he spoke, he glanced at his Rolex: "And it hasn't even been thirty minutes since we got off the bus, so these red marks are still a useful reference."

"Well?"

The woman was surprised for a moment, then looked at her arm. "It really is..."