Chapter 1007: Classic and Exceptionally Effective Fishing
Fujino complained in his heart, but he was already used to kid Conan is proficient in all passive professions. He can fly a plane and a big ship. He studies bomb disposal when he has nothing to do. He also has some knowledge of medical treatment. He is well versed in all kinds of knowledge.
What's wrong with accurately identifying materials?
I learned all this in Hawaii!
Haibara Ai also looked at Conan with a slightly complicated expression.
——He was discovered by Gin that he could not be killed alone, and he survived by taking drug A with a 99% mortality rate. After becoming a child, he was able to live with his childhood sweetheart. Every time he got into trouble, he was lucky to escape death, and no one around him was implicated. His parents are still living a carefree life abroad, and they can come back to play tricks on the children when they have nothing to do.
I have to admit that Kudo Shinichi's luck is really amazing.
She sighed, a little envious of such good luck.
Then he asked, "So, have you found out who the murderer is?"
"Well..." Conan said helplessly, "Not yet."
Huihara Ai's expression became amused: "Oh, there is something that this great detective doesn't know yet."
Conan rolled his eyes at her and said, "The only thing we can be sure of now is that the other party is a guy wearing glasses, but this is a writers' party..."
"That's true." Fujino agreed with this to some extent.
Given the intensity of the glasses worn by this group of writers, it is a bit extreme and none of them can come out alive. They all have to be fed two doses of purple pills and sleep sweetly for 24 hours.
Having said that…
But the murderer is obvious now, okay?
Fujino reminded: "Let's just say, is it possible to know who the murderer is by reading the novel?"
"Novel?" Conan was stunned when he heard it.
Huiyuan Ai then reminded: "Have you forgotten that Fujino has found that guy's original manuscript?"
Conan: "...?"
Fujino looked at the confused Conan, took over what Ai was saying, and explained: "Kikawa Kyu has already said before that he wrote down someone's crime in the manuscript without even changing the name... Since the other party came for the floppy disk, it must be the person Kikukawa mentioned, so we only need to look at the name to know who the murderer is."
"Ah this..."
Conan was stunned when he heard this, "Then why are you asking me if I have found any clues?"
"Of course we have to ask." Fujino showed a matter-of-fact expression on his face: "Even if we know who the murderer is, we still have to know how he committed the crime... and we don't have any evidence now."
As he said this, he looked at Conan and sighed with regret and a hint of disappointment: "I was wondering what evidence you could find, but in the end you only found the lens, not the evidence."
"..."
Conan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that he seemed to have failed to live up to some expectations?
No, what the hell is there to expect!
It's obvious that Mr. Fujino is treating me like a freeloader!
After finding the murderer, I didn’t even have to make any inferences myself. I just pulled him out and used him as a reasoning machine!
He was even a little disappointed that I didn't find any evidence?
What a black-hearted capitalist!
…………
Now that he had a server, Fujino naturally freed up his computer and carried it with him.
But this old floppy disk of Neon is really a bit difficult to deal with...
I don’t know what they are thinking. It’s a different era now, and they are still using these ancient things, solid-state drives, mechanical hard drives, or at worst, wouldn’t a USB flash drive be enough?
No, it seems that USB flash drives haven’t been invented yet?
What a strange world of science.
Fujino got a disk to USB plug, plugged it into the computer, and read the contents of the floppy disk.
Soon, a large novel of about 200,000 to 300,000 words appeared before my eyes.
Fujino read quickly and soon understood what kind of story this was.
In general, it exposes the illegal activities of Japanese private hospitals in smuggling human organs abroad, and the story of a TV director who brought people from poor countries back to Japan in the name of filming and performed organ transplants. The name of the director is Kurokawa Yuji.
Fujino thought about it carefully and recalled the owner of this name in his mind. It should be the guy who was kicked out of the room by Kikukawa before...
Fujino thought about it and called up the video in his vision-enhancing glasses.
The file was replayed to the scene where we only met once.
After thinking carefully, he touched his chin and whispered, "It seems that this guy is indeed here to compete, but he is not competing for the copyright, but the original manuscript?"
…………
Until the next morning, the people who were supposed to disperse for the party still did not disperse.
After all, the host of the party died, and until the murderer was found, everyone was a suspect.
Of course, Kurokawa Yuji is no exception.
Naturally, Fujino would have no mercy on those who resell human organs.
Logically speaking, he should have arrested the person directly.
But for now, there is really no evidence, so it seems that the only option is a classic and extremely effective fishing spree.
Fujino found Kurokawa and asked him out.
In a forest near the villa.
Yuji Kurokawa walked on the grass, looking around at the scenery, but he looked a little nervous.
"You came?"
A plain voice that made people feel a little pressured came from under a big tree nearby.
Fujino turned around wearing a fishing hat, looked at him, and said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time, Director Kurokawa."
"Detective Fujino?"
Kurokawa Yuji was stunned for a moment, but soon recovered and said with a smile: "Why did you write a letter at the door of my room and invite me here?"
Fujino stared at him without saying anything.
Naturally, he had nothing to say until he got a reply from the other party.
Just like that, the two of them stood quietly in the shallow forest.
Suddenly, a breeze blew by.
Fujino said calmly: "It was you who killed Kikukawa, right?"
He was stunned for a long time and didn't recover, as if he was organizing his words.
However, Fujino did not give him a chance. He took out a floppy disk from his pocket and showed it to him, saying, "I have found Kikukawa's floppy disk, and I also know about your affairs, but I am curious why you would do such a thing."
"evidence……"
Before he could finish, Fujino spoke first: "If what this manuscript says is true, we can find out through investigation. And if I remember correctly, the glasses you wore yesterday were not these. Is the other pair of glasses broken, or was it accidentally broken at the crime scene, leaving behind some fragments?"
Fujino glanced at his glasses and said, "Even if there is no evidence to prove that you committed murder, you can still be put in jail. As for what happens next, we can slowly investigate it. Anyway, we will find out one day..."
As he spoke, Fujino shook the floppy disk in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Of course, you also have the option of killing me, taking the floppy disk, and then running away."
"Now, what are you going to do?"
(End of this chapter)
