Chapter 938: In terms of death, am I comparable to you?
"Snap!"
"Duang!"
A crisp sound rang out, accompanied by a muffled sound.
Shimamitsu Yukio only felt a hard touch and a stinging sensation on the back of his head, and then his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.
He lost consciousness after being hit on the back of his head, and then he let go of the brown paper bag in his hand, and then rolled straight down the stairs in front of him.
In the end, like a puppet with a broken string, he stopped on the platform of the next staircase.
After Fujino swung the wooden sword, most of the impact of the descent had been resolved.
After a turn in the air, he landed smoothly.
He glanced at the surprised spectators on both sides.
Without paying too much attention, he picked up the bag containing the bomb.
When he opened the bag, there was a simple explosive device inside.
There were detonators and explosives wrapped around both sides of the device.
A line extended from the main control of the device, connected to a grip-type detonator with a safety cover.
Fujino was speechless about this.
I can only say that bomb detonators in the science world are really easy to get.
Not to mention criminals, even a baseball consultant can be obtained.
The entire main control motherboard can be used to make a bomb.
It is comparable to a child's wonderful toy.
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Perhaps for ordinary people, this is indeed a good bomb.
But for a bomb master like Fujino, it is just a small toy...
Take out the nail clippers and dismantle the bomb in two or three strokes.
The audience watching next to him was stunned.
After dismantling the bomb, Fujino also took the bomb away considerately, and tied up Shimamitsu Yukio with a rope.
[It is detected that the host has completed the system task: The Devil of Koshien]
[Task reward: 10 million yen, 1000 detective reputation, anti-explosion EMP controller has been issued]
[Current summary:
Main occupation detective: 2500|5000 (already broken through) Distributable points: 1
Yen: 105 million
Detective coins: 40]
"The balance of assets has exceeded 100 million again..."
Fujiano looked at his balance and had long been accustomed to the feeling of being rich and rich.
It should be said that his current assets, Snow King Ice City, fixed assets, and the extortion from Tokiwa by Hiroki... ahem, the cost of providing technical support, even if the balance is not counted, are close to 100 million or even 100 million.
It seems that Hiroki will have to help with the asset statistics one day.
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When Conan and Hattori Heiji arrived with Otaki, they saw this scene.
Fujiano, wearing a black suit, carried a man on his shoulders and a brown paper bag in his hand, looking down and thinking about something.
Conan: "..."
Hattori: "..."
Otaki: "..."
The others were silent for a while, not knowing what to say.
Uh...
As expected of you?
The man was caught, the bomb was dismantled, and Hattori and Conan lost the opportunity to perform.
After communicating with the Hyogo Prefecture police, Shimamitsu Yukio was taken away.
Fujino and three others also went to the nearest police station in Hyogo Prefecture to take a statement.
This is not the home court of Tokyo or Osaka, so this step is still necessary.
As for Shimamitsu Yukio...
The people who participated in the interrogation also learned the motive.
It was probably because his son was distracted by excessive training for the baseball team to prepare for the Koshien game on the way home and got into a car accident and was killed by a truck. As his mood gradually became abnormal, he blamed everything on baseball itself and regarded Koshien, which would become the stage for professional baseball players, as his goal.
And just before he did it, he also used a bomb to blow up the building of the transport company that killed his son...
If you think about it carefully, whether it is the baseball team, the truck driver, the truck driver, or Koshien, none of them are wrong.
No one is wrong, so who is wrong?
Maybe it is this world that is wrong...
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Coming out of the police station.
Otaki raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch: "It's over, the Koshien finals are over..."
"Ah..."
Hattori Heiji also sighed: "I finally came to watch the game, but I didn't expect to meet a bomber. Why do I feel that every time I go out to play, I will encounter a case?"
"Yeah."
Conan nodded, "It's like being cursed... Although I don't believe in curses or anything."
"This is the daily life of being a detective and a criminal policeman."
Fujiano glanced at the few people: "You encounter cases anytime and anywhere, and you need to adjust your plans anytime and anywhere. You can't just ignore it when you encounter a case. Haven't you adapted to this rhythm yet?"
"..."
Conan and Hattori glanced at Fujino from the corner of their eyes, and secretly complained in their hearts:
You are quite adapted to this rhythm...
I guess this case was brought by you!
Fujiano didn't know how these two guys were thinking about him.
If he knew, he would have to say:
Don't blame the two of you, our death god attributes are the same, okay?
In terms of the attributes of the God of Death, the God of Death elementary school student who kills people wherever he goes is the real God of Death, right?
I just got a little bit of your death energy!
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It was getting dark, and the few people who left the police station couldn't watch the game anymore, so they had no choice but to go to the Takarazuka Theater for the girls to take a look.
Compared to the Death Combination that always commits one or two murders.
The girls seemed to be having a great day, weren't they?
Several people had a big bow on their heads, and they were carrying shopping bags in their hands. Even Xiao Ai had a bow forcibly put on her head, and she was holding "Fusha Painting" brand bags in her hands. Tote bag.
They are just like a group of besties.
In this regard, Fujino doubted his life for a while.
Well, the key problem lies with me, right?
Toyama and Ye Zai saw Hattori Heiji and immediately waved over: "Hey, Heiji, didn't you enjoy watching your baseball game?"
"..."
Hattori Heiji's slumped face had explained everything.
Taking a deep breath, he said helplessly: "I met a bomber while watching the game. After solving the problem, we will make a record and we will come over."
As he said that, he glanced at the bow on He Ye's head: "What the hell is that bow on your head?"
"Does it look good?"
"What a good-looking ghost... He looks like a fool, okay?"
As soon as Hattori Heiji finished speaking, there were several resentful glances around him.
His expression froze, and he realized that he had hit a minefield.
Fujino glanced at the steely straight man, looked at Haibara Ai who was walking silently, and said with a smile: "Silly ones are also very cute."
"By the way, what's going on with your bow ties?"
Haiyuan Ai also felt that the bow on her head looked silly.
But everyone wore bows together...
Well, I can only say that it may be embarrassing for one person, but it is a trend for a group of people.
She thought for a while and explained: "The peripherals of Baozhong Theater, the heroine wore the same bow in today's scene, so the sales were very hot, and we also bought a few."
As she said that, she fumbled for a bow from her pocket: "Would you like to try it on?"
