Would You Dare Invite the Grim Reaper?

Fujino carefully observed the clothes of the two people in front of him and could clearly see that they did not seem to be the type who could afford a motorhome.

Cheap shirts and vests from street vendors, an unmistakable hunchback while standing there, and the fact that he dyed his hair a cheap yellow with a smudge of black at the roots—he clearly wasn't a respectable person.

Of course, appearance and clothing are not the only criteria for judging a person.

The most important thing is the temperament of these two people.

It's like he's entered society but hasn't found a job, sponging off his parents and spending his days hanging out in bars and hooking up with random people...

The woman named Haruka behind her was relatively more normal.

Judging from what she just said, the RV must have been borrowed by her.

Judging from her attire, she appears to be a fairly normal and respectable woman, suggesting she is wealthy.

However, Fujino remained skeptical about the woman's identity as a wealthy woman.

After all, he had met quite a few real rich women, and judging from her temperament and social circle, this rich woman was clearly somewhat different from her actual status.

Fujino, who knew many wealthy women, knew that wealthy women wouldn't seek out such frivolous friends.

And inexplicably, he sensed inferiority in the rich woman's eyes.

"Huh? You didn't say that when I was smoking in the car just now."

The man in the blue shirt looked at Haruka and said, "Compared to me, you're quite polite to these kids."

The woman named Haruka smiled helplessly, "Reiji- kun, you smoke way too much!"

"Hehe, Reiji, are you jealous?"

The woman next to him nudged the man named Reiji with her elbow and teased, "Could it be that you've fallen for the gentle Haruka-san?"

"Hey! Hey!"

The man in the blue shirt looked at the woman speechlessly. "Taimi, you're really annoying..."

Fujino walked slowly forward with his hands in his pockets, glanced around at the group of people who were fooling around, and asked, "So this camper van must be yours, right?"

"Ah, that's right."

The woman in the red vest glanced at Fujino, smiled, and then looked at the woman behind her wearing a sleeveless top. "That was borrowed by Haruka-san to take us on this trip."

"Is that so?"

Fujino turned to look at the van. "If that's the case, then you should be able to move the van. Such a big van is parked on the side of the road. We almost rear-ended it. I think there's still some space on the side. Don't you have any traffic safety awareness?"

"So that's how it is..."

The woman in the red vest looked at the man in the shirt beside her and said, "Reiji, hurry up and move the car. If it gets rear-ended, Haruka-san will be heartbroken."

Yes, yes, yes.

He replied impatiently, "I have to say, you really can't resist a handsome guy."

"But before that, could you please explain the meaning of what you just said?"

Fujino's expression darkened slightly as he looked directly at the group, his tone calm yet tinged with coldness. "After all, I don't quite understand the meaning of 'dirty hands.' If I really do get your car dirty, I don't mind paying for a car wash."

"Well..."

The man in the shirt stammered, a cold sweat trickling down his back. He clearly didn't know how to explain his earlier arrogant words.

Fujino's words were not problematic, and his expression did not carry any threatening connotation, but instinctively, the man in the shirt still took the initiative to become the passive party.

Generally speaking, there is an invisible aura emanating from strong people, those in positions of power, and even murderers.

Just as friends who frequently kill others exude a fearsome aura, those in positions of power and strong individuals like Tyson often possess a similar oppressive presence.

The murderous intent stems from the genetic instinct to fear bloodthirsty beings, while the sense of oppression is a result of human evolution and the development of civilization.

Normally, this feeling would only make people feel slightly uncomfortable, but it became exceptionally obvious in Fujino, who was empowered by his aura.

However, aside from his own imposing manner, Fujino's words were still a bit too sharp.

This led to an awkward silence among everyone present.

"Hey, Taimi, can you come over here for a second?"

Just then, a chubby man wearing Fishing Hat and an outdoor work jacket walked out of a clearing in the nearby forest and shouted to the group, "I feel like it's almost time to start grilling!"

"Oh... oh! I understand!"

The woman in the red vest recovered from her daze, responded, and said to Fujino with an awkward smile, "Reiji is just too blunt, don't take it to heart... I see you guys are also out camping, we were just about to have a barbecue, do you want to come and eat with us, consider it an apology for what we did earlier!"

"Barbecue?"

Genta suddenly spoke up, "Big sister, would you like some barbecue?"

"That's right."

The woman in the red vest nodded. "And it's very high-end barbecue."

"High-class barbecue?!"

Genta's eyes sparkled.

"..."

Fujino glanced at Genta and thought to himself that this kid really was a complete glutton.

Didn't you realize that woman was trying to seduce someone as talented as me?

Before he could even speak, someone else had already said that...

"Oh, are they coming too?"

The fat man walked up from the open space to the side. "I'm afraid we won't have enough meat this time."

"Don't say such stingy things. If we don't have enough meat, we can just use Haruka's money to buy it at the supermarket at the foot of the mountain!"

Before the others could speak, the woman in the vest turned to the woman named Haruka and asked, "Haruka-san, is it alright to have a few more people?"

"Hmm... hmm! Having a few more people really isn't a problem."

Haruka hesitated for a moment, a hint of reluctance in her eyes, but she still nodded helplessly. "After all, it's more lively with more people!"

With Genta taking the lead, things naturally started to develop in the direction of food.

The group of campers followed the four-person group in the tour bus to the open space next door where they were having a barbecue.

Fujino didn't think it was a big deal; he figured he might as well eat it, and it would be nice to give his Ai a couple more pieces of meat.

He turned around and looked at Conan, who was following behind with a large bag on his head and a resentful look in his eyes. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the girl in the vest for her courage.

How dare you invite Death to accompany you when you're already traveling with four other people?

Aren't you afraid of having to choose one of three options?

That's commendable courage...

Sitting around the makeshift grill, Fujino learned about the identities of these people.

The man in the blue shirt Fukuura Reiji, and the woman in the red vest is Shirafuji Taimi. The woman who looks like a rich woman has a rather unusual name: her surname is Tendo and her given name is Haruka.

The fat man wearing the Fishing Hat was named Iigai Takuto.

These four people are friends from the same university club. Their purpose for going camping this time is the same as that of the group: to have some fun before the summer vacation.