This world had many similarities to his previous life.
Aside from the Conan logic and the erratic timeline, there was basically nothing else.
At its core, this world had been created based on the world from his previous life.
Even if history differed somewhat, it was not a big problem.
Sato Miwako's call came rather suddenly.
Fortunately, Hiroki Sawada had hacked into the ship's satellite communication frequency.
So the call could still get through even out at sea.
"Hello, Fujino, where are you right now? Are you free?"
"I've run into a troublesome case over here."
Sato Miwako's voice came from the other end of the phone. Judging by the sound of the wind around her, she appeared to be outdoors.
Fujino turned around and glanced at the endless ocean. "I'm out at sea right now. Even if I were free, I couldn't get back."
"Huh?"
"But don't panic yet. Tell me about the case first."
"Fine."
Sato Miwako explained, "This time, it's a traffic accident. The local police at the scene found a golf club. They believed he had been planning to play golf, then suffered a heart attack while driving and drove the whole car off a cliff. The case was closed as a traffic accident and sent to the Metropolitan Police Department for review, but I keep feeling like something isn't right..."
Fujino's brow twitched as he interrupted, "So the victim you mentioned wouldn't happen to be Yashiro Hidetoshi, would he?"
"That's right, but how did you know?"
Sato Miwako froze. Her expression gradually turned blank, then suspicious.
This brat wasn't spying on me, was he?
"Why do you think I'm out at sea right now?"
Fujino took a deep breath and explained helplessly, "I'm on a cruise ship right now. The ship was designed and built