"Say or not?"

Fujino placed the photo in front of Numabuchi Kiichiro, pointed the wooden knife at his head, and said viciously: "Do you know these two people?"

"I...I really don't know..."

Hearing this, Fujino narrowed his eyes and said, "Count from one thousand minus seven!"

He raised the wooden knife in his hand and struck Kiichiro Numabuchi on the forehead.

"993......Ah!"

Waves of screams echoed around.

When Kiichiro Numabuchi passed out again, Fujino poured another bucket of cold water on him and forcibly woke him up.

"I advise you to tell the truth."

As he spoke, Fujino thrust the wooden knife into Kiichiro Numagachi's chest: "Otherwise, the pain will continue..."

"I really don't know!"

Although he had killed many people, Numabuchi Kiichiro could not help but shed tears of grievance.

This man had asked him from the beginning to tell whether he had killed the strange man or woman in the photo.

If he said he didn't know, he would be beaten severely and asked to start with one thousand and keep subtracting seven from it.

And what's even more outrageous is that every beating will leave no scars on his body.

When he faints from the pain, he will be poured cold water on him to wake him up again.

Prisons don’t have this kind of torture, right?

"You don't know?"

Fujino frowned and thrust the photo in front of his face again: "Do you recognize the person in the photo, and have you killed him?"

"I didn't...I really didn't!"

Kiichiro Numabuchi sobbed and said: "I have never been to that place in Tokyo, please let me go!"

Fujino's chin dropped when he heard this.

After his torture, this guy didn't even confess anything.

There are generally two possibilities for this situation.

One is that this guy is too determined and insists on not speaking.

Another thing is that this guy really doesn’t know anything.

‘Did I really blame this guy wrongly?’

Fujino couldn't help but think so in his heart.

Then there was another wave of wooden swords to greet him.

Midnight... The screams in the forest have not stopped since nightfall. The miserable screams are simply inhuman, like crows, intermittent, but never stopping.

"It seems like this guy really doesn't know anything."

Fujino put away the wooden sword and looked at Kiichiro Numabuchi who fell on the ground. The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily: "Damn it, is it really not him who killed the person?"

Compared to the previous two possibilities, Fujino prefers the first one.

But the torture he just performed is probably impossible even for spies to endure, right?

It seems that I really blamed him wrongly.

But this guy has really committed murder, and I don’t know how many families have been torn apart because of this guy.

"Today's punishment should be regarded as repaying the debts of those who died innocently..."

Fujino murmured, looking at the full moon in the night sky, and slowly lit a cigarette.

…………

Early the next morning, Numabuchi Kiichiro, who was listed as a wanted person by the police, was found at the entrance of the Kyoto police headquarters.

When he was discovered, his whole body was tied up with red ropes, and his crotch was wet, and he kept muttering:

"Baitman, Bateman! It's really not me, please let me go!"

The police don't know what "Bateman" and "I really don't know" mean.

I just know that a serial murder case has been caught, and the superiors will probably reward them well again.

Well, the result is still good anyway.

On the same day, Fujino took the Shinkansen back to Kyoto.

As for why he disguised himself as Batman to interrogate Numabuchi Kiichiro, it can only be said that his previous incident of defusing bombs on the Shinkansen was already too eye-catching.

If we had dealt with Kiichiro Numagachi who was wanted in this winery...

Any tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.

Fujino still understands this.

At the same time, in a Japanese-style courtyard in Kyoto.

"Sure enough, I said I would never admit my mistake..."

During the day, the girl with brown hair was sitting on the wooden balcony of the Japanese-style building, staring closely at the report: [Shinkansen Big Explosion! A high school student detective heroically defused the bomb and saved the lives of everyone on the train...] with a look on his face.

A little excited.

After a moment, she suddenly frowned.

"It's rare that you come to Kyoto and you don't even come to see me... My beloved, have you forgotten the promise we made back then?"

The girl spoke passionately, her cheeks bulging, showing the look of a resentful woman.

Have you really forgotten?

Staring at the falling red leaves, her eyes gradually became trance-like.

The newspaper in my hand gradually wrinkled, and a black mist of resentment seemed to be filled behind me.

Mihua Town, Maori Family.

"Ah Qiu!"

Fujino, who was drinking miso soup at this time, suddenly sneezed and almost spit out the miso soup he had just drank.

"Hey! Boy!"

The Maori uncle sitting across from the wooden table reprimanded loudly: "Don't sneeze casually while eating, okay?"

"Sorry..."

Fujino nodded and looked very sorry.

"Senior, do you have a cold?"

Mao Lilan did not blame Fujino, but looked concerned about the left-behind children, "Recently, autumn and winter have changed seasons, which is when the flu is spreading..."

"Maybe I caught a cold last night..."

Fujino murmured.

I recall that when I went to Bateman under the moon last night, I seemed to have splashed a little water on my body.

Do you really want to catch a cold?

It is said that he just recovered from a cold he had a while ago.

"Fujino, you are really weak!"

On the side, Conan, who had just finished eating a bowl of rice, glanced at Fujino with dead fish eyes.

After what happened yesterday, he had some changes in his view of Fujino.

At least it's not as annoying as I originally thought.

It's just... Why did this guy come to Xiaolan's house for dinner?!

Suddenly Conan felt a sense of crisis that he had not felt for a long time.

"How many times have I told you to call me Brother Fujino!"

Fujino touched Conan's dog's head meaningfully.

Well, dog head is not a name without origin.

Because as far as he is concerned, the feeling of playing Conan is similar to that of playing a Shiba Inu.

"Yes, Fujino is big...big, Pigeon!"

The corners of Conan's mouth twitched.

In order not to be exposed, he endured it!

Sooner or later, he will make this guy come back with interest...

"Thank you very much for the hospitality... I have caused trouble to your family."

At the door of Maori's house, Fujino bowed towards Xiaolan, "If I were at home by myself, I would never be able to eat such delicious food..."

"It's nothing!"

Xiaolan waved her hand, "I'm just making an extra portion by the way. If it's convenient for Fujino-senpai, you can come to my house for dinner every night in the future!"

"Ahem..."

Hearing this, Fujino coughed slightly and felt a little embarrassed when he felt the almost distorted gaze of a certain jealous king: "Then something is a little inappropriate..."

"There's nothing inappropriate, Fujino Daichi!"

At this time, Mouri Kogoro, who was sitting there watching TV, suddenly raised his mouth and held a beer bottle in his hand, looking like he was alone and drunk.

After that, he said inarticulately to Fujino: "Brother's home is your home! You can come whenever you want! Isn't it just dinner? Breakfast is fine..."Chapter completed!