Heiji: Discrimination, Blatant Discrimination!

Hattori Heiji felt a little helpless after Conan asked him that.

First, he had nearly gotten a hole shot through his head by an arrow, then he had nearly been killed by a smoke bomb, and now they were asking why he had been attacked?

Victim-blaming?

Who could possibly know why a criminal would attack them?

And on second thought, he had never offended anyone from Genji Hotaru. Logically speaking, shouldn't Fujino, who had openly joined the investigation, have been the most likely target?

Why had they attacked him?

The Osaka Black Chicken pondered it endlessly. Then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he slapped his hand against his palm and said repeatedly, "I know why that guy attacked me!"

"You figured it out?"

"That's right!"

Conan looked expectant, while Fujino looked somewhat surprised. He turned to Hattori Heiji, who was stroking his chin with a grave expression. "That guy definitely mistook me for Fujino!"

Fujino: "..."

Conan: "..."

You really knew how to flatter yourself.

With skin as fair as his, had Heiji actually thought before saying that?

There wasn't even the slightest resemblance, okay?

And honestly, with the Black Chicken's defining trait, any criminal probably wouldn't mistake him for someone else.

Unless that person was colorblind and couldn't tell black from white.

"Why are you two looking at me like that?"

Hattori Heiji frowned in confusion, unable to understand why their expressions were so strange.

Could it be that he had guessed right?

"Although I can understand how you feel."

Fujino sighed, reached out, and patted Hattori Heiji's shoulder. He comforted him earnestly, "But as detectives, we should seek truth from facts and serve the people with our feet on the ground. We can't just let our imaginations run wild and pick enemies out of thin