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

Reminded by Ai Haibara, Conan finally realized that Fujino, that old bastard, had done something outrageous again without anyone noticing.

In a brief encounter, he saw through the other party's fake heiress identity, and was also certain that the other party would kill because of this, so he went up and talked to the other party to give up the killing.

This entire operation was completed just as he realized something was wrong.

Conan was also a little puzzled as to why Fujino was becoming more and more outrageous.

If it were a case in the past, he could still follow the line of thought.

In other words, they assumed the other person was just a little lucky, had a better intuition, and was better at reasoning.

But this is now completely beyond his comprehension.

Each step was so outrageous that he lost all sense of how to analyze it.

Conan's expression turned strange for a moment, and he looked up at Fujino's back.

Thinking back to when they first met Fujino, Conan suddenly realized that Fujino had grown into a detective even stronger than him in a short period of time.

To the point that it has reached the point where it can defeat him at a lower level.

It hasn't been that long... Fujino is already acting outrageously!

Is he cheating?

In the morning, the group returned to Tokyo.

After dropping the kids off at home, Fujino also helped return the car to the rental company and then gave Tendo Haruka a business card.

Fujino naturally couldn't let go of a college student like Tendo Haruka, who was about to graduate, had relevant work experience, and even owed a lot of money.

As a conscientious entrepreneur, he felt that such talented workers should have their potential properly developed.

What 996007? Blessings must be plentiful.

As for Professor Agasa, who has yet to appear...

All I can say is that while everyone was drinking cola and singing in the car, the little old man was following behind the station wagon in his Beetle.

Fujino's vehicles are all covered by the Suzuki Zaibatsu's comprehensive vehicle insurance service. Suzuki Zaibatsu will cover the scrapping of his motorcycles, and there is also a towing service, but it is only available for his vehicles.

So, I'll have to trouble Professor Agasa with the luggage for our return trip.

Professor Agasa: Let me tell you, thank you...

The weather in Tokyo turned cool in November. I was able to wear a short-sleeved shirt when I was camping yesterday, but I had to wrap myself in thick clothes when I came back.

Time and seasons in the Conan World seem like a joke.

You can never guess what secrets are hidden behind a joke.

Today is the 7th. Fujino put a red knitted sweater on Ai and took her to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Around noon, he received a call from Sato Miwako.

When the case of the bombing and post office robbery during the protest that occurred a few days ago was handed over to the prosecutor's office, some materials were missing.

He was told to take a few kids to the crime scene for on-site verification.

So, having just returned from camping, he went to the Metropolitan Police Department with the Junior Detective League and Professor Agasa.

Even in the afternoon, the Metropolitan Police Department was still busy, with officers passing by in the corridors from time to time. However, the busiest officers were those from the Criminal Investigation Department.

After all, the murder rate in the Conan World is far too high.

Not only in Mihana, but throughout Japan, numerous murders occur daily, and are quickly solved by detectives.

In terms of scope, it should be said that the entire Japan is Mihana, and Mihana is the entire Japan.

However, the crime rate in Mikasa, this sinful city, is far ahead of the rest of Japan.

"Fujino, thank you so much for bringing them along."

Sato Miwako came out of the office of the First Investigation Division of the Criminal Investigation Department and met Fujino, who was coming with several children.

"It's nothing, just cooperating with the investigation."

Fujino stepped forward. "So, when do we set off?"

"Let's set off now and try to finish as quickly as possible,"

Sato Miwako phone and glanced at it, muttering like a corporate slave who had just finished work, "After all, I finally got a day off today and don't have to work overtime. I also have another day off tomorrow, so I should finish early and get some rest!"

"So that's how it is."

Fujino couldn't help but chuckle dryly, "That must have been really tough."

"It's work after all..."

Sato Miwako sighed like a middle-aged, overworked office worker.

She, Sato, is a 28-year-old overworked office worker who dreads working overtime!

"Mi-wako!"

Just then, a light and cheerful voice came from behind.

Yumi Miyamoto walked up from behind Sato Miwako, glanced at her, and looked at Fujino: "Advisor Fujino is here too!"

"Yes, the prosecutor said they need to supplement some information regarding the case from a few days ago."

Sato Miwako and replied, "Fujino and I are going to the scene where the bomb was found to conduct an on-site verification. After all, the prosecutor's office thinks there are some issues with the bomb disposal, and the details of the case need to be supplemented, so we need to make a detailed on-site report."

"That's really troublesome, those people in the prosecutor's office..."

Yumi Miyamoto scratched her head. "So, do you have time tonight?"

"There is still time, after all, it's just a field verification."

Sato Miwako hesitated for a moment, then asked, "But speaking of Yumi, what time are we going to karaoke tonight?"

Nine o'clock at night!

Yumi Miyamoto was speechless for a moment. "Didn't I text you about this? You didn't just read it and then delete it, did you?"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Sato Miwako realized she'd been caught out, "I just felt that if I didn't delete the messages after reading them, my phone would be filled with all sorts of messages, and I might accidentally delete important information."

"I see..."

Yumi Miyamoto, leaned closer to her, and teased her like a wronged little wife, "So my news isn't important then?"

"That's not true!"

Sato Miwako sighed, then turned and led Fujino and his group out of the corridor. "See you tonight!"

"Hey, don't leave so soon!"

Yumi Miyamoto smiled and waved, "Advisor Fujino, please remember to come along if you have time!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The crossroads of the Beika Town parade.

"That should have been around here."

Fujino squatted on the ground and pointed to the ground. "I found it with Takagi. I told him to call for reinforcements, and then I checked the type of bomb."

"Yes, I know about these things."

Sato Miwako scribbled in her police handbook. "And then, how did you disarm the bomb?"

"This is a bit complicated to explain; it's basically about disconnecting the remote control telephone wires from the detonator or something..."

Fujino rubbed his chin and pondered, "Anyway, I thought the type of bomb was too simple, so I just disarmed it."

"Simple..."

Sato Miwako's hand holding the pen froze, and she was speechless for a moment.

She felt like this guy defusing bombs was as casual as taking a walk downstairs...

They took it lightly, thinking it was too simple, and dismantled it directly.

Listen to this, is this even human language?