Sato Miwako complained internally, then crossed her arms and said, "Don't you have that detective's intuition? I reckon that with a case like this, you'd solve it in no time flat using that intuition of yours?"
"Huh?"
Fujino gave her a strange look. "Sato, you're one of the police officers I've seen who is most responsible for the cherry blossom badge on your chest. How is it that you seem like a completely different person today?"
"It's all because of you, okay?"
Sato Miwako complained speechlessly.
As a responsible policewoman, she certainly wouldn't normally say such an irresponsible thing.
However, Fujino... was an exception.
Mainly because this guy solved cases with speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.
It was as if he could see who the culprit was at a glance, and he didn't have the nagging verbosity of other detectives.
The criminal didn't even have a chance to refute him—mainly because with skills taking effect, the criminal couldn't refute him anyway.
Takagi helplessly followed the two of them into the crime scene.
Sato and Fujino were like feuding enemies; they would always tussle for a bit whenever they met, which was already the norm for people at the Metropolitan Police Department.
It was just like an older sister and a younger brother.
As for the case itself, Fujino didn't care too much.
He was just going through the motions.
His body had shrunk, but his dog brain was still agile; living rent-free in the home of the childhood sweetheart he harbored a crush on, with a somewhat antisocial and twisted psychology, the Mitaka Living King of Hell and Shinigami Elementary School Student had already seen through the puzzle.
The inside of the crime scene was exceptionally messy, with all sorts of things thrown on the ground.
This was precisely one