Ai Haibara: Who Will Save the Poor Little Cook?

Fupu was after money, but after discovering she wasn't wealthy, he chose to ignore her.

They continued eating and drinking while also taking advantage of others for free.

After all, Tendo Haruka's appearance is not bad.

Shirafuji Taimi is even more interesting; she not only pretends to be ignorant when she knows the truth, but also makes sarcastic remarks from time to time.

This behavior cannot be described as having a perverse sense of humor.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it vicious.

Fupu looks like a hoodlum with blond hair, while Shirafuji has a sharp and mean appearance.

As Fujino thought this, for the first time, he felt the accuracy of the saying "appearance reflects the heart" in a person.

I've eaten barbecue.

The little ones, along with Professor Agasa, got along very well with the four-person group in the station wagon.

When the people in the campervan heard that everyone was going to camp overnight, they saw that Fujino was the only young man who looked like he could work, so they took the initiative to help set up the tent and did some odd jobs.

"Miss Paradise, do you need my help?"

Fujino approached Tendo Haruka, who was setting up a tent, and crouched down to ask her a question.

"No need."

Tendo Haruka chuckled softly, "I can manage on my own."

"That was quite an unexpected turn of events..."

Fujino glanced at her, puzzled, and said, "I thought that children from wealthy families generally wouldn't do such rough work."

"I just often go camping with other people."

Tendo Haruka smiled awkwardly, "Over time, I naturally learned some things."

"I see..."

Fujino looked into her eyes. "By the way, Miss Tendo, what kind of business does your family own? I don't think I've ever heard of the surname Tendo before."

"It's just a small business, and I don't usually get involved much, so I don't know much about it."

Tendo Haruka waved her hand awkwardly and smiled, but inside she began to panic.

Could it be that he realized my disguise was fake?!

Despite being a fake heiress, Tendo Haruka still has some self-awareness.

Her identity was fake, and the businesses behind her didn't exist.

Those who don't know anything might be able to fool you, but if you encounter a real expert, they'll be exposed immediately!

The man in front of me had an extraordinary air about him and was very handsome, giving off an air of high status. However, he hadn't said much from the beginning, only quietly and affectionately serving meat to the little girl next to him.

Therefore, she cannot be sure of the other party's identity for the time being.

"I guess I just haven't heard of it."

Fujino glanced at Tendo Haruka, catching a fleeting glance, confirming his suspicions.

Seeing that his suspicions were confirmed, he stood up, turned around, and left.

Tendo Haruka's words may seem like self-deprecation, but they are actually just lies.

If it were Sonoko, she might say the same thing, but she would definitely not feel guilty or nervous.

'I really don't understand the point of ordinary people pretending to be rich kids...'

With a mental grumble, Fujino pulled a small white button from the sleeve of his tracksuit, then flicked it with his finger, which landed on the back of Tendo Haruka behind him, before walking away without looking back.

This is a game where Death has to choose one of three options, and he doesn't know how many people will die.

However, the murderer has obviously been identified.

After all, among these people, only Tendo Haruka had a motive to kill.

As for that chubby boy, he's definitely a suspect too.

He had encountered this kind of old case of gang-related murder a long time ago with Ayako, so he was very familiar with it.

It's nothing more than this Tendo Haruka, or that chubby little guy's rice bowl.

As for those two brainless thugs...

It's safe to say that even if you gave them two brains, they couldn't come up with any murder case.

The tents were set up, and the four-person group in the campervan returned to their campsite.

After they left, Fujino and his group began preparing dinner.

Dinner consisted of simple curry and rice, two dishes that were essential for the Junior Detective League' camping trip.

"Da da da da..."

Fujino, wearing an apron, wielded a kitchen knife with great speed, displaying an imposing presence as if he were hacking his way from the North Street to the South Heavenly Gate.

He quickly chopped the radish into pieces on the cutting board, arranged them on a plate, and handed it to the little cook, Ai Haibara, who was wearing a small apron. "Once this plate of radish is chopped, the cutting work is almost done."

"Thank you for your hard work. If you hadn't come, I might have had to do the surgery."

Ai Haibara glanced around at the busy crowd, took the plate, handed the mushrooms to Fujino, and sighed, "I don't know what's going on, so many people and not a single one of them knows how to cook. Professor Agasa is so old and all he knows how to do is watch curry pot."

"After all, they're just a bunch of kids, and some are still single. Don't ask for too much, Ai-chan."

Fujino chuckled, took the mushroom, and then looked at Genta and Mitsuhiko not far away. "By the way, I'll have to trouble you to check on the rice Genta and Mitsuhiko cooked later. After all, we only brought one bag of rice with us this time. If we go to buy more, we'll have to carry it all the way up from the foot of the mountain. I hope they don't mess it up."

Compared to curry, Fujino felt that rice was more difficult to prepare.

Compared to using a rice cooker, cooking rice over a wood fire outdoors is a different story. If you overcook it, it will be too hard; if you undercook it, it will just be rice water. Only under the supervision of Ai Ai's cook can these two make a fragrant bowl of rice.

If Mitsuhiko and Genta mess up the rice, then there will be no food tonight.

After all, curry is meant to be eaten with rice; if there's no rice...

All I can say is that the orange-yellow curry really looks like a lump of undigested dog shit.

"Okay, I understand."

The old cook, Haibara, nodded and handed the plate to Ayumi was standing next to her. "You and Fujino can handle the curry. I'll go help with the cooking."

"Yes... sorrow..."

Ayumi took the plate and glanced hesitantly at Haibara.

"Um?"

"I mean, I wonder what would happen if ice were added to curry? Would it have a cooling sensation?"

"Ice is just water that has condensed at low temperatures. Adding ice to curry will only turn it into water, and the meat inside may also become fishy due to the temperature."

"I see. Haibara, you know a lot."

"Is that so..."

Ai Haibara glanced suspiciously at Ayumi, who was smiling and changing the subject, wondering what this little girl was up to.

She sensed something was off about the other person this morning; they seemed strange.

They kept saying "ai~ai~" and then quickly changed the subject, saying some inexplicable things.

Just as she was wondering, Fujino, who was chopping mushrooms behind her, suddenly stopped his chopping motions.

After thinking for a moment, he took off his apron and walked into the forest outside the clearing.

Where are you going?

Ai Haibara turned around, looked at Fujino, and couldn't help but ask a question.

"Nothing."

Fujino waved his hand without turning his head. "I'm just going to try to save some wayward girls. I'll be back in a bit."

"Saving wayward girls?"

Ai Haibara tilted her head, looking somewhat puzzled by Fujino's words.

"Ah! Fire!"

"Rice, rice!"

"..."

Ai Haibara turned around stiffly, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

So the fallen girl has been saved, but who will save the poor little cook?

Is there any fallen girl who could be more miserable than her, caught in a group of culinary idiots among cooks?