Chapter 790: Met a fan by chance, and the fan is dead?
The female companion had long hair and wore a plaid skirt. Judging from her attire, she was not from an ordinary family. And judging from her appearance, she looked very young, probably in her early twenties.
The man had a middle-parted hair and was wearing an inappropriate blue suit, looking like a playboy. At this moment, he was looking back at Kogoro Mouri and muttering in a low voice that was difficult for others to hear.
Fujino didn't pay much attention to the man and turned back to continue eating.
People like this who hold high positions and have benefited from the kindness of their predecessors tend to think highly of themselves.
Almost all the rich second generation with bad personalities have thought this way in their hearts.
Why on earth can a nobody like you eat with me?
Do you have the qualifications?
What……
This person was just muttering in a low voice. He had seen even more outrageous things being said out loud on the spot.
If people like this were to be punished one by one...
Then he would probably make the streets of Tokyo a river of blood.
…………
After dinner, Kogoro Mouri's face was a little red.
Fujino went to the restaurant to pack up a few French meals that he had just eaten and found delicious, and then drove the group back to Beika-cho 5-chome.
However, just as they passed a crossroads.
A bright red police light flashed before my eyes.
"It seems like there was a case ahead."
Huihara Ai looked at what was in front of her: "It should be a murder case. The scene has been cordoned off. I saw people from the Investigation Section."
"Murder?"
Conan, who was sitting in the back, frowned, feeling that things were not simple.
"I'll go down and take a look."
"I am coming too!"
Fujino gave some instructions to the few people, parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door and got out.
Conan followed closely behind, and Kogoro Mouri didn't want to just sit there and wait, so he followed too.
As the night deepened, the street lights illuminated the greenery on both sides of the road and vaguely reflected the crosswalks on the road.
Police lights were flashing, and blue figures from the forensic department were running around in the cordoned-off scene, searching for evidence and clues.
Fujino took out his work ID, greeted the police officers on guard outside, and then entered the cordon.
In the distance, he saw several familiar figures.
Megure Juzo, Sato Miwako and Takagi.
They are all members of the Forced Third Department of the Investigation Division.
"What happened here?"
Fujino walked forward and greeted them.
"Brother Fujino?"
Megure Jusan turned around, looking surprised: "Why are you here?"
How come every time there are murders, Brother Fujino always comes along?
In other words, why does a murder occur when Brother Fujino appears?
Fujino walked forward slowly with his hands in his pockets: "I should be the one asking this question. You are still working overtime so late, has there been another murder case?"
"Yeah... I ran out just as I was about to have dinner. Your sister-in-law complained to me for a while."
Megure Jusan sighed deeply, recalled the love and care that Megure Midori had shown him, and then explained, "This was a hit-and-run accident. Someone in the traffic class said that the victim had just died, so we came here."
"By the way, Brother Fujino, I actually have something I wanted to call you to ask you just now..."
Megure suddenly remembered something and shouted behind him: "Sato, show your things to me."
"Fujino is at the scene again???"
Miwako Sato, who was busy at the scene, turned around when she heard the voice and saw Fujino with a look of confusion on her face.
Why is Fujino everywhere?
Without thinking too much, Sato pulled out an evidence bag from his pocket, walked over slowly, and explained, "This is what we just found when we searched the victim... It looks like your business card, and it has your signature on it." "Besides yours, there's also Mr. Maori's."
Miwako Sato asked in confusion: "Have you met this victim anywhere?"
"Business card...let me see the body."
"This way."
Fujino frowned, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.
He followed Megure and Sato forward and discovered the victim this time.
But Fujino's eyes suddenly froze.
On the dim street, he saw a familiar face.
That person was none other than the waiter who served food that we met just now in the French restaurant.
The waiter at this time changed into casual clothes and lay quietly on the dim ground. He looked up at the high sky with lifeless eyes, and his back of the head was pressed against the ground, staining the originally dark gray asphalt ground with a blood-red streak.
The young man who was chatting and laughing, now looked lifeless.
"Is it the waiter from before!?!"
Xiaolan and Mingmei's voices mixed together and suddenly came from behind.
Fujino looked back and saw several people coming out from behind.
Xiaolan and Akemi's faces were full of surprise, while Kogoro Mouri's face had an indescribable feeling and a complicated expression.
Conan narrowed his eyes slightly, giving a look that said, "I'm going to be serious."
Haibara Ai remained unmoved, and looked up to observe Fujino's expression curiously.
We just happened to look at each other.
Megure Jusan noticed Mouri Kogoro and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Not only brother Fujino, but even this guy Mori is here.
Wow, all the gods of death are here.
And the victim just happened to know them?
Wow, it’s worth it to have to work overtime today!
Megure Jusan collected his thoughts and asked the two people in confusion: "Do you know him?"
"That's right..."
Xiaolan briefly helped explain how the group met the waiter.
Then he looked at the waiter again, with a complicated expression on his face: "I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time. I finally saved enough living expenses and planned to go home to see my mother during the summer vacation. How could something like this happen..."
The atmosphere at the scene became much more depressing.
People always bring themselves into others, and tragedy is the best way to bring people into it.
Megure Jusan lowered his hat brim, his face looked a little dull, but he still asked Fujino as usual: "Brother Fujino, what Xiaolan said about Mr. Yokomori is correct, right?"
Fujino responded: "That's right."
Megure Jusan closed his eyes after hearing this and thought for a while: "If that's the case, then we can rule out the possibility of suicide. It's definitely a hit-and-run case, or a conspiracy-based vendetta. It looks like it's only a matter of time before we solve this case."
"Are there any clues now?" Fujino asked Megure.
"some."
Megure Jusan nodded and said, "The first person who found the scene saw the license plate number of the car, as well as the specific color and model of the car. He said it was a red high-end imported sports car with a license plate number of 0821."
Maori Kogoro was puzzled at this time: "How can you remember such a moment so clearly?"
"My son's birthday is on this day, I remember it very clearly."
A voice suddenly came from behind.
Everyone turned around and saw a white-haired old man walking slowly towards them.
(End of this chapter)
