Conan: One Kick Shouldn't Kill Him, Right?

Conan's meaning was clear enough to Fujino. He had noticed something and wanted to team up to investigate the case.

But honestly, Fujino had very little interest in investigating cases.

In his view, he could just leave this matter to Conan. There was no need for him to get involved at all.

After all, wouldn't it be a waste not to use the able-bodied laborer right in front of him?

As a qualified entrepreneur, Fujino understood the way of blessings all too well.

Leave the case to Conan to investigate, and leave the work to Conan too.

Once all the work was done, he could swoop in like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. Then all the credit would be his.

Compared to painstakingly investigating a case, wouldn't it be wonderful to solve it while sightseeing and enjoying himself?

That afternoon, no one went far. They wandered around near the temple until night fell, then stayed the night at Kannō-ji Temple. Before they knew it, it was the next day.

The next morning, after breakfast at Kannō-ji Temple, Mori Kogoro stayed behind to continue deciphering the code. Fujino went sightseeing around Kyoto with the girls, while Conan left Kannō-ji Temple alone, saying he was going fishing with the children he had just met.

On Gojo Bridge.

Conan stood on the pedestrian path beside the bridge, holding a photocopy of the code. Looking past the stone bridge railing toward the river lined with blooming cherry blossoms, he murmured, "Genji Hotaru... Speaking of Yoshitsune and Benkei, this should be Gojo Bridge. But there doesn't seem to be anything here related to the code."

Conan sighed. The code felt far too difficult, and he had no clue where to begin.

Honestly, he really wanted Fujino to come