Twenty-Eight-Year-Old Chronically Overworked Corporate Slave, Afraid of Overtime!

Prompted by Ai, Conan finally snapped back to reality, realizing once again that that old silver coin Fujino had done something utterly absurd right under his nose without anyone noticing.

He figured out the other person's identity as a fake heiress from just a brief encounter, promptly concluded that she would inevitably commit murder because of it, and then went up there with a round of tongue-lashing to make her give up on murder.

This whole routine had already been completed by the time he just noticed something was wrong.

Conan was actually a bit puzzled as to why this fellow Fujino was getting increasingly preposterous.

If it were solving cases in the past, he could still keep up with the train of thought.

That meant thinking the other person just had a bit of luck, slightly accurate intuition, and strong deductive skills.

Yet now, this completely exceeded the scope of his cognition.

Every step was so absurd that it left him with no analytical train of thought.

Conan wore a peculiar expression for a moment, raising his gaze to look at Fujino's back.

Recalling the Fujino he had first met, Conan suddenly realized that in a short period of time, this fellow had grown into a detective even stronger than him.

To the point where it had reached a level capable of inflicting a dimensionality reduction blow on him.

How long has it even been... this fellow Fujino is simply absurd!

Could he have activated a cheat?

In the morning, the group returned to Tokyo.

After sending the little kids home, Fujino conveniently helped return the car to the rental agency, and then tossed a business card to Tendo Haruka.

Naturally, Fujino couldn't let go of a university student like Tendo Haruka who was about to graduate, had