The Bloody Idol Murder Case

In a high-rise apartment in a bustling commercial district of Tokyo.

Ran stood by the window in the hallway on the 25th floor, looking down at the neon-lit Tokyo before her. She couldn't help but sigh, "The view here is really quite something."

Turning, she smiled lightly at Fujino. "Wouldn't you agree, Fujino-senpai?"

"Indeed."

Fujino replied, his mind racing with thoughts.

The view here was truly excellent, allowing him to overlook nearly half of the city's neon lights.

The twinkling neon of Tokyo at night, the ceaseless flow of lights on the streets.

It certainly had a unique charm.

However, the value of this view was also quite considerable.

As far as Fujino knew, a 25th-floor apartment in a city center like this would start at a hundred million Yen, a residence truly befitting Japan's elite.

A view like this was something most people would never have the chance to appreciate in their lifetime.

Actually, speaking of which, Ran's family home wasn't bad either; their small building started at fifty million Yen.

In fact, Ran was quite the wealthy woman.

"Ah!"

At that moment, Yoko Okino, who had just opened the door to her apartment, let out a scream.

Accompanying the scream, a system notification echoed in Fujino's ear: "New Detective Profession quest detected, please check!"

Immediately, a screen appeared before Fujino:

[Detective Profession Quest: The Bloody Idol Case.

Quest Objective: Solve the Bloody Idol murder case.

Quest Countdown: Three hours.

System Quest Reward: Bounty of 500,000 Yen.]

So, this case had finally happened.

Fujino stood frozen, his eyes narrowed as he let out a sigh.

He quickly hurried to Yoko Okino's side and peered into the room.

As expected, a murder had just occurred here.

A stout man lay dead in Yoko Okino's apartment.

The body was sprawled on the floor of the dimly lit room, a fruit knife protruding from its back, a large amount of blood gushing out. The blood had stained the surrounding carpet and seeped into the floorboards.

Looking at the man's body, Fujino inwardly lamented, This house is worthless now.

Beika Town had a peculiar characteristic: houses where murders had occurred typically became devalued, while houses without such history became increasingly exorbitant in price.

He wondered if Yoko Okino had rented or bought this place.

If she rented it, the landlord would probably be wishing for death.

While everyone else in the room wore expressions of horror as they surveyed the man's corpse, Fujino was still in the mood to make light of Beika Town's real estate prices.

"Ran, quickly call the police!"

Putting his thoughts aside, Fujino instinctively called out to Ran, his designated "call the police" tool.

But then he reconsidered and stopped her. "Never mind, Ran."

"What's wrong, Fujino-senpai?"

Ran, who had already started to run towards the phone, stopped and turned back to ask Fujino in confusion.

"Actually, I brought my mobile phone with me..."

Saying that, Fujino awkwardly scratched the back of his head and pulled out his phone from his pocket.

"Mobile phone?"

Ran curiously glanced at Fujino's phone but didn't detect anything unusual. She simply asked, "Is it a newly released model?"

"Yes, but it seems it hasn't been released yet. A client just let me try it out."

Fujino explained, and as he spoke, he prepared to dial the emergency number, intending to let Ran, the dedicated emergency caller, rest.

However, the manager beside them couldn't keep still.

"Wait, Detective Fujino! If it's possible, please investigate this matter discreetly!"

The manager first glanced at the horrified Yoko Okino, then quickly grabbed Fujino's hand and explained, "If this matter gets out, it could damage Yoko's image!"

"Huh?"

Fujino frowned at this, looking at the manager as if he were an idiot. "So, you want me to investigate this secretly?"

"That's right!"

The manager nodded eagerly. "If that's possible, that would be best."

"Well, in that case, we'll need to discuss the retainer fee properly."

Fujino let out a light chuckle, playing along. "How much are you planning to offer? One million? Ten million? Or perhaps a hundred million?"

"Huh?"

The agent paused, taken aback. "Ten million? Isn't that a bit too much?"

"I say, are you really an idiot!"

Fujino grabbed the agent by the collar. His pitch-black eyes stared intently into the agent's, and he berated him, "Do you think an idol's reputation is more important than a human life?!"

"That's not it..."

Eiichi Yamagishi quickly waved his hands, frightened by Fujino's demeanor.

"Detective Fujino!"

At that moment, Yoko Okino, having recovered her senses, spoke up. "Please call the police!"

"Since Miss Yoko said so, if you have no objections, then get out of my way. Don't interfere with my investigation!"

Fujino pushed Eiichi Yamagishi aside.

What is all this?

An agent who doesn't even have the resolve of an idol.

I really don't know what this agent is good for; they should have been fired long ago.

Fujino grumbled inwardly, then turned and dialed the police.

After relaying the necessary information, he pulled out white gloves from his pocket, put them on, and entered the crime scene.

Just then, a figure resembling a large black rat suddenly darted past him, heading straight for the body.

It was none other than Conan!

Fujino frowned as he watched Conan, who seemed like a large black rat.

He quickly walked up and scooped him up. "Little Conan, the crime scene isn't a place for kids like you to just wander into!"

"Hahaha..."

Conan scratched the back of his head, laughing awkwardly. "I was just curious about the crime scene..."

"Oh, you were curious~"

Fujino chuckled, his narrowed eyes filled with unspoken meaning.

He then called out to Ran, who was by the door, "Ran, keep an eye on this curious kid Conan... Honestly, what's with kids milling around a corpse?"

"Yes, Senior Fujino!"

Ran immediately pulled Conan out of the room.

In the hallway, she admonished Conan in an elder's tone, "Conan! Didn't we agree not to disturb Senior Fujino when he's working?"

"You're such a naughty child!"

"I'm sorry, Ran-neechan!"

Conan appeared meek and submissive, just like a child being lectured by an elder for doing something wrong.

Seeing this, Fujino felt much better.

He turned and closed the door, entering the crime scene.

Meanwhile, Conan cast a resentful gaze at Fujino.

He looked exactly like a disgruntled little wife.

At the same time, he couldn't help but grumble inwardly: This guy is so detestable, using Ran to deal with me!

"Conan, are you listening to me!"

Seeing Conan spacing out while being reprimanded, Ran suddenly shouted, rolled up her sleeves, and raised her little fist.

Conan stiffened at her words. Looking at Ran's rolled-up sleeves, he said sheepishly, "I heard you... Ran-neechan."