A Bad Feeling... Turns Out I Was the Poor One!

"This place's admission fee really was expensive..."

Kuroba Kaito, following beside him, gave a deadpan look as he surveyed the surroundings. "It costs fifty thousand yen just to come in and see someone."

Fujino rubbed his chin. "One hundred and fifty thousand yen—is that expensive?"

"It's expensive, okay?"

Kuroba Kaito was speechless. "That's practically the price of one of your detective jobs, isn't it?"

"Those are just small jobs like finding pets or missing people. Detectives with less of a reputation do charge that much. I used to take jobs for a few tens of thousands of yen too, but that was only in the past."

Fujino glanced at him and explained, "At my level, there aren't many small jobs like finding cats and dogs anymore. Any job that comes in is casually worth several hundred thousand yen. Even infidelity investigations start at several hundred thousand, and more troublesome cases can reach several million. Dangerous ones might even bring in tens of millions, though those are rare. Honestly, this money isn't even a tenth of what I make from one job."

After a pause, Fujino asked doubtfully, "You're the great Phantom Thief KID. Don't tell me you don't even have a hundred million yen in your bank account?"

"..."

Kuroba Kaito suddenly felt as though his CPU had been overloaded. His eyes took on a wise, enlightened look. A hundred million? Was that even something a human being would say?

He had always thought detectives were all poor, that a job would bring in maybe eighty or a hundred thousand yen at most.

At least, that was what ordinary detectives were like in his mind.

But this guy apparently wasn't an ordinary detective.

He didn't even have a hundred million yen in his account... Could it be that Fujino had