"Duang!"
An ethereal sound echoed out.
Conan clutched his head and instantly put on a mask of agony.
Fujino retracted his fist with satisfaction. "Children shouldn't meddle in adult matters."
"..."
Conan immediately gave a deadpan stare, thinking, Don't meddle in adult matters—I mean, you aren't an adult either!
Everyone is a high school detective, so how are you the only one sticking out?
Conan took a deep breath, suppressing the bursting pain in his head, and said in a spoiled, babyish voice, "Brother Fujino, I'm just curious, won't you tell me?"
"Be too curious as a kid and watch out for getting killed by a passing Beika local."
Fujino glanced at Conan and muttered inwardly: If it wasn't for you brat being curious about the deal between Gin and Vodka back then, ditching your childhood friend to go watch the fun, would you have gotten bashed in the back of the head, forced to take the A-drug, and ended up as a tiny lightbulb?
You really don't learn your lesson after getting beaten.
"Hehe!"
Conan let out a laugh like a little girl, then leaned in close with a fawning expression. "Brother Fujino~ just tell me!"
"Get away from me, you bastard!"
Fujino felt his scalp go numb, almost kicking out with his foot.
Fortunately, his mental state was firm enough, and in the end, he didn't deliver that kick.
If he had actually kicked him, Conan would probably have become Conan-chan.
Realizing that if he didn't say anything, this brat would probably disgust him to death, and then he might not be able to help himself from directly kicking this brat to death, Fujino took a helpless, deep breath and explained, "The Metropolitan Police Department feels there are doubts surrounding that case involving Yashiro Hidetoshi, and I'm investigating