Chapter 77 Detective Intuition Noon, Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department.
Fujino, who had just opened the golden item, was summoned to the Metropolitan Police Department by Megure Thirteen.
In the lounge of the Metropolitan Police Department.
"The bonus for assisting in solving the case a few days ago has been approved."
Mumu Shisan took out a kraft paper envelope with a cherry blossom emblem from his pocket and handed it to Fujino, "It's 20 yen in total, Brother Fujino, take care of it."
"20 million yen?"
Fujino took the bag from the envelope and counted it.
After confirming that the numbers match, put them away.
It has to be said that the efficiency of the Metropolitan Police Department is really poor.
It's been a few days, and this little money has only just arrived.
"Talking about the Megure Police Department, what happened last night..."
After putting away the envelope, Fujino looked at Memu Shisan again with a sneaky look.
Just after the car accident last night.
Fujino, who was wary, asked Megure Thirteen to help investigate the truck driver's file.
And he also launched a bizarre deception involving major serial murders.
Mumu Shisan, who had not been fooled into taking the road, refused.
But for some reason, he agreed this morning.
And also intends to send a copy of the file directly to him.
Maybe it's because Fujino is his good brother?
Who knows?
"This is the file of the truck driver in the accident yesterday."
Mumu Shisan coughed lightly, took out a file from his pocket, and handed it to Fujino: "The name of the deceased is Miyamoto Nisaburo, 43 years old, single, and currently engaged in the installation industry of the furniture city." , and part-time delivery by the way, I live in Mihuacho [-]-chome."
"Did you have a happy family before?"
Fujino looked at the files he received and gathered his chin: "My wife passed away in a murder ten years ago, and the murderer was caught by detectives... According to medical records, the only remaining daughter also died of illness two years ago. Died."
"Single men like this who don't usually interact with other people are the most difficult to investigate."
Mu Mu Shisan sighed, "Just looking at the file, I can't see anything at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his head and saw Fujino's strange expression.
"Brother Fujino, do you know this person?"
"It's just a relationship."
Hearing this, Fujino, who was looking at the photos on the file, shook his head and explained: "Some time ago, I remember that he sent furniture to my detective agency..."
As he spoke, he couldn't help sighing with emotion: "I didn't expect to meet again in this way."
Yes, he remembers this person.
Just when he was renovating the detective office, this person worked overtime to help him install the furniture.
But, why would this guy want to kill him? Was it instigated by someone? Fujino put away his thoughts, and the doubts in his heart did not diminish.
"Brother Fujino, although the case is closed as a traffic accident we cannot provide you with protection...but if there is any threat, just call me."
At the door of the lounge, Megure Thirteen patted Fujino on the shoulder with serious words.
"clear."
Fujino nodded, turned around and left in silence.
It is already very good that Mu Mu Shisan can take out the file of the deceased for him.
Nor did he count on police protection.
It can make a person with nothing to worry about carry out a suicidal assassination without leaving a trace afterwards.
Then the instigator behind it must not be able to be stopped by ordinary police.
Instead of relying on the police, it is better to rely on yourself.
This is something Fujino understood after he came to this world.
Afternoon, Fujino's house.
In the dim room, Fujino stood in front of the wall covered with red thread.
Looking at the various evidences collected by the original owner, his eyes were thoughtful.
After a while, he took out a photo from his pocket.
First, thumbtacks were nailed to the wall, and then red thread was passed through it, entwined with other evidence.
That photo was the photo of the accident scene last night.
"It's been a year, why are they coming to me now to ask for my life?"
Fujino stared at the red lined wall, lit a Hanako, and took a deep breath.
Originally, he thought that the assassination of the original owner's parents was all because of the Fujino Zaibatsu.
After the two of them died and were assassinated, that was the end of the matter.
But now it seems that things are far from that simple.
In all his time as a detective he had offended no one who would have killed him.
Even the last time he interrogated Kiichiro Numabuchi, he put on a Batman mask and opened a Batman vest.
So it is certain that there is definitely another reason why he was assassinated this time.
Even, the people who assassinated him were the same people who assassinated the original owner's parents a year ago.
But logically speaking, it's been a year since the incident, and I haven't come to kill him for a year, but why is it suddenly revived now?
Could it be that the mastermind behind the scenes had his head caught by the door and suddenly remembered him?
Something is impossible.
Fujino sighed, and after pondering for a moment, he turned on his detective intuition.
[Increase host's reasoning ability by 100%, remaining time is 59 seconds]
The moment his detective intuition turned on, Fujino felt that the world around him had changed, and the ideas in his mind gradually became clear.
"Is this the world in the eyes of those detectives?"
Fujino held his chin in thought for a moment and sighed.
Then, I began to recall how different I was from before.
If there is any difference, it may be that the original owner died and he traveled through time.
And after time travelling, he relied on the system to make a lot of money and became a well-known high school student detective.
By the way, a slightly famous detective!
Thinking of this, Fujino suddenly understood.
That's where things might go.
Money and the like can basically be ruled out, because his money has never been exposed.
Apart from money, the difference from before is prestige.
"Is it really because I'm famous?"
"But what does my fame have to do with being assassinated..."
Fujino thought about the relationship in his mind, and Baisi couldn't be her sister.
There is still too little evidence to link them together.
The only breakthrough now is the dump truck...but the driver of the dump truck is already dead.
"Dump truck?"
Fujino suddenly recalled one thing, that is, his vision-enhancing glasses have a video recording function.
And just when the dump truck hit him last night, he turned on the video recording function.
Putting away his thoughts, Fujino recalled the records.
With the flickering of the glasses screen, the scene gradually emerged around, and the time seemed to return to last night.
The dump truck was still following behind him.
From time to time he turned back to note the distance between the two cars.
Then he slid the motorcycle to the side.
"Wait, something is wrong."
When watching the scene in the vision glasses of a dump truck about to collide, Fujino was surprised...
(End of this chapter)