Fujino: I Advise You to Be Kind

Fujino withdrew his gaze and didn't worry too much about the old man.

He turned around and looked into the warehouse.

At this moment, Ran was actively helping to collect the fragments of the cannula, while glancing to the side...

Fujino spotted another suspicious figure.

A short boy was squatting on the ground, secretly observing something.

Conan seems to have discovered something again!

"Conan, what are you looking at?"

Fujino walked forward quietly and crouched down behind Conan.

"Fuji... Fujino?"

"What, is there something else you're ashamed of?"

"Of course not!"

Conan was speechless for a moment, clearly startled.

Fujino is really outrageous...

It walks without making a sound!

Is it a ghost?

After calming himself down, he showed his hand to Fujino.

"Marbles?"

Fujino examined the glass ball in the small hand in front of him, murmured something, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Conan nodded and replied, "I just found it; it fell on the ground."

"That doesn't make sense..."

Fujino pondered for a moment, then stared at the key 'evidence' before him and began to speculate.

"It is indeed very unreasonable."

Conan nodded in agreement, brought the glass ball close to his eyes for a glance, then turned to Fujino and asked, "Why do you think this thing is here?"

"Don't hand it over!"

Fujino stepped back with a look of disgust. "This thing is dirty."

"???"

Conan, completely bewildered, brought the bottle to his nose and sniffed it, but didn't lick it. "It has no taste..."

"Sigh, there's no need to know about these things. Those who know, know..."

Fujino sighed meaningfully and said earnestly, "You're still too young, it's normal that you don't understand some things. You'll understand when you grow up."

"???"

Conan was filled with questions again.

What do you mean by "too small"? I don't understand.

Where am I small? I'm huge, okay?

What don't I, a seventeen-year-old high school student, understand?

You're not exactly young, are you?

Can the riddle-maker just die?

Conan silently grumbled to himself, then suddenly frowned, glanced at the meaningful look on Fujino's face, and suddenly realized something:

Wait a minute... this guy looks like he's eighteen.

Masaga, is this some kind of 18+ knowledge?!

Fujino didn't care what kind of pink or yellow bubbles Conan was thinking.

Glass marbles will appear in the warehouse where pottery is stored.

Based on his limited knowledge, there are three possibilities.

One possibility is that a child accidentally dropped it while playing with marbles, and another is that someone here still has a childlike heart and enjoys playing with marbles.

The last type is the strange and unusual way the young mistress and her apprentice, whose secret relationship is yet to be confirmed...

Well, before he was certain, he could only think of the worst-case scenario.

Then, he glanced at the glass ball again. "Little Conan, why is this glass ball here?"

"The glass ball does look a bit odd here..."

Conan rubbed his chin, then naturally continued, "Just now, Ms. Tsuchiya of this house smashed the Feng Shui Pill, and suddenly this glass ball appeared on the scene, it's possible..."

Halfway through his sentence, Conan suddenly frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

Why do I suddenly feel a strange sense of familiarity with what Fujino said?

It even sounded somewhat familiar, and I couldn't help but start reasoning...

Forehead...

At this thought, Conan suddenly realized something and looked at Fujino with a speechless expression:

Has Fujino somehow transformed into a brotherly hero like Juzo Megure?!

"Yes, that's certainly a possibility."

Fujino glanced at the glass ball in Conan's hand, which had been interrupted halfway through his spellcasting after triggering the passive response to the older brother's question, then looked back at the group cleaning up the mess behind him and slowly said, "It seems that the Feng Shui Pill has broken this matter. It's not simple."

"Yes."

Conan glanced around at the people around him and chimed in, "This seems like something's not simple, but we don't have any evidence yet..."

"Even without evidence, you can't say it."

"Why?"

Do you think it's good to disrupt someone else's family harmony?

"Um... it seems that's true."

"I advise you to be kinder."

"..."

Conan looked like he'd been dog-shifted.

Are you advising me to be kind?

You despicable old man, do you really have the right to advise me to be kind?

I don't know if I'm kind or not.

But you really are a dog!

"Conan, and Fujino- Senior, don't just stand there like idiots, come and help!"

"Brother Fujino said he wanted to tell me some things that little kids wouldn't understand, so I'm coming right now!"

"Huh?! Something a child wouldn't understand?!"

Fujino: "..."

Hey kid, did I waste my time trying to persuade you to be kinder?

You feel uncomfortable all over if you don't let your neck feel heavy for three days...

Time flies.

Although they were guests, Ai Fujino Ran still helped the young mistress Masuko Tsuchiya, prepare dinner.

Conan, who doesn't know how to cook, and Sonoko, who isn't very good at it, can only wait for the meal to be served.

Fujino, on the other hand, had been observing silently the whole time, afraid that the meal would turn into a banquet.

Fortunately, things went quite smoothly. Although there was some suspense, the murder ultimately did not occur.

Inside the living room, everyone sat around the low table and ate barbecue. On this rare good day, the old man even took out his own liquor. However, since Fujino was a high school student and had to drive home, the liquor could only be enjoyed by those present...

The others were fine, but Masuko Tsuchiya, the young mistress, wasn't good at drinking and started acting crazy after drinking.

"Haha, it's nothing!"

Masuko Tsuchiya's face was flushed, her plump face appearing rosy from the alcohol. Holding a bottle, she shouted, "Anyway, my dad doesn't have much time left to live. He hasn't produced many works in the last few years, so it's good that he can find a home for his works before he dies!"

Fujino: "..."

Kikuemon is indeed quite old.

At this age, to put it bluntly, a feast could be held at any moment...

However, this young mistress actually said it so directly.

Filial piety truly breeds strength!

"Young Madam!"

"Alright, alright!"

Kikuemon pressed Ootani Kaoru down, his face flushed, and took a small sip of his wine glass. "I'm not young anymore, and I only produce two or three works a year, which is certainly true..."

"Two or three items?"

Suzuki Sonoko asked in confusion, "Didn't Mr. Kikuemon release more than ten pieces last year?"

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about the can-shelling thing anymore!"

At this moment, Masuko Tsuchiya suddenly changed the subject, holding up her wine glass, and suggested, "Let's talk more about Detective Fujino's cases!"

"Yes!"

Kikuemon chimed in, "Let's talk about that thing on that plane that caused such a sensation in Ryukyu back then!"

Fujino responded helplessly and began to embellish his memory.

However, at the same time, a thought flashed in his eyes as he looked at Masuko Tsuchiya.