The unscientific detective in Conan

Megure Thirteen followed Fujino's gaze, and then saw several police officers from the forensics department investigating and collecting evidence near the body not far away.

He looked carefully and rubbed his eyes, but found nothing unusual.

Immediately he asked with some confusion: "Brother Fujino, have you found any new clues?"

"Well, it's not just a clue. It seems that the guy planned to attack us beforehand... If this is the case, then the patrolman should be Ichiro Yamaki."

Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strange sparkle bloomed in his dark eyes.

Just when Chiba came over, Fujino took a look at the direction of the corpse.

Then, I saw a police officer wearing a patrol uniform and hat walking over carrying a forensic toolbox.

After placing the toolbox next to the body, he left leisurely.

Normally, such behavior should not be a big problem.

But just in case, Fujino turned on Eagle Eye after entering the crime scene...

In the gray-black world of Eagle Eye, the toolbox placed next to the corpse was shining with a strange light.

Fujino had seen such a bright light, and its shape was very similar to the bombs in previous cases, but the number was more than a little larger.

"Ichiro Hachiman?"

Mu Mu Thirteen was startled when he heard the words and took a look.

Just by the time he regained his composure, Fujino had already ducked out of the way, and in the eyes of the people around him, he turned into a phantom and rushed out.

…………

"Um??"

At this time, Ichiro Yamaki, who was leisurely walking not far away, also noticed Fujino rushing towards this side.

But as a qualified rice flower person, confidence is his number one pronoun.

He did not think about his identity being exposed at the first time. Instead, he thought about the purpose of the other party's coming.

For example: Did he run so fast because he was in a hurry to go to the toilet, or did he come up with some evidence in his mind; and so on.

I just didn't expect that I had been exposed.

And just as he was thinking about it, Fujino jumped up and kicked him hard on the chest.

With a loud "bang", Ichiro Hachiju felt his body hanging in the air for a while.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had flown two or three meters away.

The grass in front of him was also plowed into a furrow.

"Cough...cough!"

After regaining consciousness, Ichiro Hachiju struggled to get up from the grass and couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

At this time, he was confused.

No, are all detectives today so fierce?

Beat up my teammates? !

At this time, Ichiro Hachiju dared to believe that his identity had been exposed.

He held his chest in severe pain with one hand, and reached for the remote control cell phone in his trouser pocket with the other hand, intending to detonate the bomb and take away everyone near the body.

But before he pressed the button, a white hand grabbed his hand holding the phone.

"...?"

But before Ichiro Hachiman could react, Fujino's fingers were like iron pliers, tightly holding his five fingers and mobile phone.

"Crack!"

"ah--!"

With a crisp sound and a harsh wailing sound, with the blessing of strengthening power, Hachiju Ichiro's mobile phone and five finger bones were all turned into pieces.

Blood also flowed along the skin punctured by bone residue, dyeing the white gloves red.

Immediately afterwards, Fujino grabbed the hand that had been crushed and fractured, threw him over his shoulder, and pinned the opponent to the ground.

"Ichiro Hachiman, that's right?"

Fujino held his arm backhand with one hand, pressed his knee on his lower back, and asked in a deep voice.

"Let go!"

"There's a bomb!"

Before Ichiro Hachiman could respond, there was a sudden commotion behind him.

"It looks like you didn't install a trigger device...it's true."

Fujino looked back and saw that the forensics department police officers surrounding the body had discovered the bomb.

When he discovered the bomb, he had already determined that it was a remote-controlled bomb, not a fuse bomb.

Otherwise, the first thing he would deal with would definitely be the bomb, not Ichiro Hachiju...

After withdrawing his thoughts, Fujino looked at Ichiro Hachiman and said with a smile: "How about it, are you happy that the plan failed?"

"How can we rest!"

Ichiro Hachiman cursed secretly and struggled: "Hurry up and let me go!"

"You really can't understand the current situation..."

Fujino's expression darkened, he stepped on his lower back with a little force, and with a little force on his hand holding the other arm, he directly removed the arm with a "click!" and whispered: "Remove the waist first. Arms, so that you don’t play any more tricks.”

"ah--!"

Feeling the severe pain coming from his shoulder, Ichiro Hachiju couldn't help but scream.

"It seems that you are very happy...you even screamed."

Fujino knelt down, looked at Ichiro Yachiro's face with a smile, reached out and grabbed his other hand, and pinched his little finger between the index and middle fingers of the other hand: "Are there any bombs nearby?"

"Pooh!"

Ichiro Hachiman spat: "Hagaya Road!"

"It seems you don't want to cooperate."

Fujino sighed and pressed his fingers slightly: "Xiao Baga, right?"

"ah--!"

This time the cry was particularly harsh, with a hint of hoarseness.

"Well, look at it, you're smiling again."

Fujino felt helpless and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. He made a hesitant choice, and then clamped his ring finger: "Let me see, there are four more... It looks like you can smile a little longer."

Yajuan Ichiro: "...?!"

Are you sure you are a criminal consultant? !

Not the one in charge of the interrogation? !

It hurts, it really hurts!

At this time, Hachiman Ichiro's face was pale, and he was complaining secretly in his heart, but before he could think about it, a pain and crisp sound came from his hand.

"Crack!"

"ah--!!!"

…………

At this time, Megure Thirteen and Sato Takagi reacted and quickly followed Fujino, who had been subduing the gangster for some time.

"Well, wouldn't it be nice to just say it honestly..."

"Brother Fujino, you..."

"Crack!"

Megure Thirteen was about to ask something, but then he saw Fujino taking off Ichiro Yachiro's other arm and did not dare to continue.

"Megure Police Department!"

Fujino turned around and patted the blood stains on his hands: "This guy has already confessed that there are no bombs nearby, and the only remote control device is his mobile phone."

"..."

Mumu Shisan couldn't help but swallowed: "Brother, you..."

"oh."

Fujino looked at the blood on his hands: "His."

"Well...it doesn't matter if it's his."

The corners of Megure Thirteen's eyes twitched, and he glanced at Ichiro Yamaki, who was lying on the grass like a dead dog: "The main thing is whether he is alive or not!"

"Don't worry, he's still alive. I just took off his arms."

Fujino chuckled softly: "After all, he had an explosive device in his hand at the time. If he hadn't been more ruthless, I'm afraid all the police officers from the forensics department nearby would have suffered."

Mu Mu Thirteen: "..."

He hesitated and glanced at Hachiman Ichiro's bloody hand.

Under this "honest and friendly" appearance of my little brother, why do I always feel...

What terrible things are hidden?