Detective Intuition
Noon, Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department.
Fujino, who had just obtained a gold item, was summoned to the Metropolitan Police Department by Juzo Megure.
Inside the Metropolitan Police Department's lounge.
"The reward for assisting in solving the case a few days ago has been approved."
Juzo Megure pulled a brown paper envelope with a cherry blossom emblem from his pocket and handed it to Fujino. "This is 200,000 yen. Please keep it safe, Fujino."
"Two hundred thousand yen?"
Fujino took the bag from the envelopes and counted them.
Once the number is confirmed to be correct, it is put away.
It has to be said that the Metropolitan Police Department's efficiency is really poor.
It's been several days, and this little bit of money is only arriving now.
"Speaking of Inspector Megure, about what happened last night..."
After putting the envelope away, Fujino looked furtively at Juzo Megure.
Just after the car accident last night.
Feeling uneasy, Fujino asked Juzo Megure to help investigate the truck driver's file.
Furthermore, they launched a bizarre and elaborate deception involving a major serial murder case.
Juzo Megure, who was not initially fooled, refused.
But for some reason, he agreed this morning.
They also planned to give him a copy of the file directly.
Maybe it's because Fujino is his good younger brother?
Who knows?
"This is the file of the truck driver involved in yesterday's accident."
Juzo Megure coughed lightly, took a file out of his pocket, and handed it to Fujino: "The deceased's name is Miyamoto Misaburo, he is 43 years old, single, and currently works in the furniture installation industry at a furniture store, with part-time delivery work. He lives in Beika Town 4-chome."
Did you have a happy family before?
Fujino examined the file he had received, rubbing his chin. "His wife died in a murder case ten years ago, and the murderer was caught by the detective... According to medical records, his only remaining daughter also passed away from illness two years ago."
"It is the single men who do not usually interact with others that are the most difficult to investigate."
Juzo Megure sighed, "You can't tell anything from the files alone."
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and saw Fujino's strange expression.
"Brother Fujino, do you know this person?"
We only met once.
Upon hearing this, Fujino, who was staring at the photo in the file, shook his head and explained, "I remember he delivered furniture to my detective agency a while ago..."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh, "I never imagined that we would meet again in this way."
Yes, he remembers this person.
This was the person who worked overtime to install the furniture when he was renovating his detective agency.
But why would this guy want to kill him?
Was he acting under someone's orders?
Fujino gathered his thoughts, but his doubts remained.
"Brother Fujino, although we can't provide you with protection since the case is closed as a traffic accident... but if there's any threat, feel free to call me."
At the entrance to the lounge, Juzo Megure patted Fujino on the shoulder with a meaningful expression.
"Clear."
Fujino nodded, then silently turned and left.
It was already quite good that Juzo Megure was able to get the deceased's file out to him.
He did not expect police protection.
It is possible to enable a person with no ties to carry out a suicidal assassination and leave no trace afterward.
The person behind this is certainly not someone that ordinary police officers can stop.
It's better to rely on yourself than on the police.
This is a truth that Fujino understood after coming into this world.
Afternoon, Fujino's house.
In the dimly lit room, Fujino stood in front of the wall that was completely covered with red thread.
He gazed thoughtfully at the various pieces of evidence collected by the original owner.
A moment later, he took a photo out of his pocket.
First, it was nailed to the wall with thumbtacks, and then a red thread was threaded through it and intertwined with other evidence.
That photo was taken at the accident scene last night.
"A year has passed, why are they only coming to take my life now?"
Fujino stared at the wall covered in red lines, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.
He originally thought that the reason why the original owner's parents were assassinated was because of the Fujino Zaibatsu.
After the two of them died and were assassinated, the matter ended there.
But now it seems that things are far from that simple.
During his time as a detective, he had not offended anyone who could have killed him.
Even during the last interrogation of Numabuchi Kiichiro, he wore Batman Mask and adopted a Batman persona.
Therefore, it is certain that there was another reason why he was assassinated this time.
In fact, the people who assassinated him were the same group who assassinated the original owner's parents a year ago.
But logically speaking, a year has passed, and he hasn't been killed in a year, so why has he suddenly resurfaced?
Could it be that the mastermind behind this had their head caught in a door and suddenly remembered him?
Some things are impossible.
Fujino sighed, pondered for a moment, and then activated his Detective Intuition.
[Host's reasoning ability increased by 100%, 59 seconds remaining]
The moment his Detective Intuition kicked in, Fujino felt the world around him change, and his thoughts gradually became clearer.
"Is this the world as seen through the eyes of those detectives?"
Fujino pondered for a moment, chin in hand, and then sighed.
Then, I began to recall how I was different from before.
If there's any difference, it's probably that the original owner died, and he transmigrated.
Furthermore, after transmigrating, he also made a fortune through the system and became a well-known High School Detective.
Oh, right, a detective with a bit of a reputation!
Upon realizing this, Fujino suddenly understood.
That might be the problem.
Money can basically be ruled out, because he has never flaunted his wealth.
Aside from money, the only change from before is in reputation.
"Is it really because I'm famous?"
"But what does my fame have to do with being assassinated...?"
Fujino pondered the relationship in his mind, wondering why the white silk could not be her sister.
There is still too little evidence to connect the dots.
The only breakthrough now is that dump truck... but the dump truck driver is already dead.
"Dump truck?"
Fujino suddenly remembered something: his Vision Enhancement Glasses had a video recording function.
Moreover, he had turned on the recording function when the dump truck crashed into him last night.
Putting his thoughts aside, Fujino retrieved the notes.
As the screen on the glasses flickered, the scene gradually appeared around them, and it felt as if time had turned back to last night.
The dump truck was still following behind him.
He would occasionally turn around to check the distance between the two cars.
Then he slid the motorcycle to the side.
"Wait, something's not right."
As he watched the image of the dump truck about to crash into him through the vision glasses, Fujino exclaimed in surprise...