i am just a student? in Conan world

### Chapter 31: The Twisted Nature of Humanity or the Collapse of Morality

The next day, Fujino took the Shinkansen to Kyoto.

In the first-class car, Fujino gazed absentmindedly out the window.

Fujino had some impression of Numazu Kichiichiro. He remembered that this was a notorious fugitive who had escaped from the distillery and had not been executed even after a year on the run. He was a very tough opponent.

Even with his current strength, it would be somewhat difficult to subdue him.

The reason he took on this case, aside from the generous reward of two million yen, was also to investigate whether Numazu Kichiichiro had any connection to the murder of his parents.

Numazu Kichiichiro had escaped the distillery's control a year ago and had killed several people in black during his escape.

Coincidentally, his parents were wearing black on the night they were killed.

The two incidents matched up.

So, Fujino had reason to suspect that Numazu Kichiichiro might have been responsible for their deaths.

Furthermore, in the world of Conan, any case was closely tied to the Black Organization.

He planned to capture Numazu Kichiichiro and interrogate him thoroughly.

If he was not the killer, Fujino would hand him over to the police.

But if he was the killer...

Fujino silently took out a photo of his parents from his portable space, a cold glint in his dark eyes.

"Are you the detective Fujino who recently took down a drug trafficking group by yourself?"

At that moment, a girl's voice suddenly reached Fujino's ears.

Coming back to his senses, he turned to see a young girl standing beside him.

The girl appeared to be in her early twenties and was looking at him with a shy expression.

Fujino, puzzled, asked, "Do you know me?"

"Of course!"

The girl's shyness turned into excitement, "That case was all the buzz in the detective world recently!"

"Really?"

Fujino was unsure how much of a stir his recent case on Moonshadow Island had caused in the detective world, so he was somewhat skeptical of the girl's words.

"Could you please give me an autograph?"

The girl pulled out a copy of a Sherlock Holmes novel from her backpack and handed it to Fujino.

"Sure, I can."

Fujino took out a pen from his pocket, "Where should I sign?"

"Right here!"

She pointed to the title page of the book.

Fujino nodded and signed his name, "Fujino Tomoji."

"Thank you so much!"

The girl bowed and hurriedly left.

"Am I really that famous now?"

Watching the girl leave, Fujino couldn't help but smile.

Ah, she was a typical pure-hearted girl from the Conan world. 

A detective fan... how nice.

"Detective?!"

At the other end of the car, a woman was staring at Fujino with wide eyes, feeling anxious and flustered.

The woman had shoulder-length short hair, applied bright red lipstick, and wore a pink business suit, presenting a typical office lady (OL) appearance.

"Strange… why do I feel like someone is watching me?"

Noticing something unusual, Fujino first expressed his confusion, then turned around to check behind him.

Seeing nothing amiss, he scratched his head, "Could it be an illusion?"

As soon as Fujino turned back, the woman who had been secretly watching him sighed in relief.

She clenched her teeth and thought angrily, "How infuriating, why do I keep running into detectives wherever I go… I hope this guy doesn't discover the deal later…"

...

"Arrival at Nagoya! Arrival at Nagoya! Passengers getting off, please prepare…"

"Already at Nagoya?"

"It looks like we're approaching Kyoto."

Listening to the announcement, Fujino stretched lazily.

In his daze, he recalled the Four Kings of Nagoya from his previous life...

"Fujino? What are you doing here?"

Fujino turned his head but saw no one. Looking down, he saw a small figure staring at him in surprise.

"Conan?"

Fujino was taken aback.

"I've told you so many times, call me Brother Fujino!"

He smiled slightly and patted Conan's head, "Do you understand, little Conan?"

"Listen to me, Fujino!"

Conan, with a seriousness beyond his years, said, "I just heard from two people in black clothes that there's a bomb in someone's suitcase on this train, and it's set to explode in less than ten minutes!"

Conan didn't have time to respond to the teasing comment and didn't notice Fujino's strange expression.

He only hoped Fujino would believe what he said.

Fujino's smile gradually stiffened.

Wait a minute, why is the death god elementary school student on this Shinkansen too?!

Connecting this with the recently arrived Nagoya, Fujino felt an ominous sense of dread.

Shinkansen bombing case!

If he remembered correctly, the Black Organization had just placed a bomb on this train...

And in this very compartment!

Damn it!

Fujino cursed inwardly.

Taking a deep breath, he asked Conan, "Where is the bomb?!"

"I only know that the person was in this car."

Alright!

In an instant, Conan's dislike for Fujino lessened.

He continued, "The person was in the dining car earlier and came back with a black suitcase."

"A black suitcase, huh?"

Fujino glanced at the woman sitting in the corner of the car.

"That should be her."

Fujino slowly stood up from his seat and approached the woman. He said in a deep voice, "Miss, could you please open your suitcase?"

"Why should I?"

The woman, looking at Fujino's serious demeanor, felt a bit anxious.

"What's inside your suitcase?"

"What are you talking about?"

Ignoring Fujino's question, the woman picked up the suitcase and tried to leave.

"Wait!"

Fujino grabbed her arm.

"I already said I won't agree to this, let go of me!"

The woman struggled to break free, and seeing no way out, she shouted loudly.

Just like a young girl rejecting a pursuer.

As expected, her loud cry attracted the attention of those around them.

She suddenly had an idea and shouted, "Help! This person is trying to molest me!"

"What?!"

"Is someone doing such a thing in broad daylight?"

"I heard this guy is a detective, but I didn't expect him to be such a person. What a disgrace!"

The surrounding passengers began to criticize Fujino.

Even the female reporter on this train was already thinking of tomorrow's news headline: [Shock: Young detective caught molesting a woman in broad daylight. Is this the distortion of humanity or the collapse of morality? Women's rights should be…]

(End of Chapter)