Chapter 1121 is a substitute messenger! While Fujino was mourning in his heart, the little ones noticed that the other person was a celebrity. "Since he's a celebrity and a senior writer, he must live in a mansion, right?!" "If that's the case, there must be a dedicated chef at home!" "We'll definitely be treated to a nice dinner at the end!" “Maybe there will be a magic show!” Listening to the little ones' expectations, Fujino just remained silent. I guess these kids have some weird fantasies about freelance writers? The truly famous literary creators are writers and journalists. Where can you find writers who call themselves freelance writers? If I do, I'm just being modest. If you believe it, you're an idiot. To put it bluntly, freelance writers are no different from freelance workers. It is a pretext put forward to boost the employment rate and to give some face to those who make odd jobs by writing, so that others won’t know what you do if they tell others about it. Maybe there will be some really rich guys.

But can Brother Fu interview you? Fujino saw through the other party's nature at a glance, but the little ones still had expectations for him. Fujino couldn't bear to destroy the children's innocent fantasies. Then, a shabby apartment shattered their dreams of getting something for free. This freelance writer lives in a six-tatami-sized apartment, which is equivalent to low-rent housing and is where low-income workers live. The average monthly rent is only 20,000 to 30,000 yen, which is very low. Even if a murder case occurs in this place in Tokyo, the rent can be cut in half. You know, a trip to Dorobiga Amusement Park costs nearly 10,000 yuan. Rounded off, it's equivalent to free accommodation. "This room is too small..." "Isn't he a celebrity? Why does he live in such a shabby place?" "It seems like all your preparations were in vain... In a place like this, where would there be any cameras for interviews?" The little ones sighed deeply, feeling that all their carefully prepared costumes were wasted. Fujino caught the key point and asked Kobayashi Sumiko, "Um, Mr. Kobayashi, are you sure that the place he invited you to interview is his home?" Normally, people who live in a place like this would not arrange such a formal event in their home because of their inferiority complex, Fujino thought secretly in his heart. Kobayashi Sumiko was stunned when she heard this, and her face suddenly changed. She said embarrassedly: "I forgot... Come to think of it, he seemed to want me to call him to go to a nearby family restaurant when I get to the bus stop." "..." Everyone looked at Kobayashi Sumiko speechlessly. Fujino understood the teacher's personality: he was just an idiot... It's similar to Sato, but a little worse. Well, this Teacher Kobayashi is not a shrew in any sense of the word.

Now that I'm here, I can't go back. So, the disappointed kids went upstairs with the idea of ​​going home to eat quickly, intending to quickly resolve the interview battle with the other party. "Isn't he at home?" "Are you still sleeping?" "But the door is not locked..." Kobayashi Sumiko rang the doorbell, but found that no one answered. When I looked again, the newspaper was still hanging at the door. Yuantai even reached out and tried the door handle. I found that the door was not locked. Totally spicy! Fujino's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized the key factor. The person must be cold! "System tasks detected, please check." “System Task: The tragic death of a freelance writer Mission brief: You are interviewed and come to the home of a freelance writer, and then the freelance writer dies. Is it you who is the god of death or you who are the god of death? This is the question. Mission objective: Find the murderer of the freelance writer Mission Reward: 1000 million yen, 1000 detective reputation, 10 detective coins, 1000 free experience points. " It’s over. This person is completely gone. Fujino looked at the system task in front of him and reached out to pat Yuantai's hand holding the door handle. Yuan Tai was so scared that he looked confused. I thought I had done something wrong and was going to be beaten by Fujino with a wooden sword. Fujino simply took out a white glove from his pocket and put it on his hands, then opened the door. The door made a harsh sound of branches snaking. In the dim six-room rental house, a blond man in a black hurdle vest was leaning against the wall, his head covered in blood. "what--!!!" The timely screams were heard as usual. It was Ayumi from the atmosphere group who called out. "Mr. Sugimori...?" Kobayashi Sumiko looked at the great writer who had died in front of her and just stood there in a daze. We just agreed to an interview the day before yesterday, and we were still talking fine yesterday...

Why are you lying on the ground today? Conan saw someone die, and started from zero frame, walked to the front and stopped her: "Teacher Kobayashi, don't move!" "what……?" "He is afraid that you, teacher, will be suspected." Huihara Ai knew very well that Kobayashi Sumiko had never been harmed by Conan, the little god of death, and explained calmly: "If you, the teacher who has met him, enter this room and leave any evidence, you will most likely be identified as the murderer." "Is that so?" Kobayashi Sumiko looked confused as she watched Fujino and Conan go in to check on the body. Why do these two people feel so skilled? It’s okay for Fujino, but why is Conan like this too? At this time, Fujino had already squatted down and checked the body. "From the stiffness of the body, it seems that the time of death has exceeded six hours. The head of the deceased was hit by a blunt object, and it seems that the skull is broken." Conan followed beside him, turning into a street urchin and looking around: "In addition, there is blood on the landline phone. It looks like he was beaten to death here. And the blood on the message on the landline phone... seems to have been wiped off a little." Fujino watched and said, "It looks like the man must have pressed the button to wipe off the blood. And judging by the situation, he must have been wearing gloves when he committed the crime, the kind that don't absorb water." "Hmm? How did you know that?" Conan was startled when he heard this, and looked at Fujino in confusion. Then he saw Fujino take off his gloves and put them into the evidence bag: "My gloves are stained with blood, but I didn't touch anything after coming to this room. After I put on the gloves, the only thing I touched was the door handle, so the door handle should be stained with blood. If it was a blood-absorbing cloth glove, there shouldn't be so much blood left." "Hurry up and protect the door handle. Don't let anyone else touch it. I'll call the police." "Why don't you go?" "Have you forgotten who the detective is?" "I go……" Conan curled his lips, feeling that Fujino was just treating him like an errand boy. Damn it, why did I do that in the first place and borrow Fujino's identity to bully others? Now I am completely controlled by Fujino... ………… Soon, the police arrived at the scene. The one who came was Sato, who was wearing a beige business suit. Sato Miwako was speechless about the fact that Fujino had just returned home from the bombing scene yesterday and encountered a murder case the next afternoon. She stood at the door, looking at Fujino who came out to greet her, and couldn't help but complain: "So, you ran into a murder case again by coincidence this time?" "You guessed it right." "Same as always, huh?" "Quie's." Fujino nodded, then looked at her side and said, "Why, you came here alone with the people from the Identification Division today, and Megure-san didn't come?" Miwako Sato crossed her arms, sighed and explained, "Inspector Megure is still handling the bombing case, Shiratori is also investigating, and the headquarters doesn't have enough manpower, so I came here alone. But with you on the scene, I guess you won't need anyone else. It's enough for you to have a formal police officer like me to help you hold the scene and have the power to enforce the law."

"So, how's your investigation going on with this case?" "It's OK, but I still need your help. After all, you are the best at background checks. Oh, one more thing. Don't get scared when you go up there later." "What? I've seen so many dead bodies, what can still scare me?" "It's not a corpse, but it will certainly surprise you." "what?" Fujino said this and went upstairs with Sato Miwako. Sato Miwako seemed particularly puzzled by what Fujino said about being so surprised. What else could scare her? Then, the two of them came to the corridor on the second floor of the six-mat room. Fujino shouted to the front: "Teacher Kobayashi, the police are here." "Police... huh?" "what?" Hearing the voice, Kobayashi Sumiko turned around and looked in the direction of Fujino, and then saw a woman who looked exactly like her appear. Even though she had been given a vaccination beforehand, she was still stunned for a moment. Sato, who was completely unprepared, reacted more violently. Rather than saying it is intense, it is more serious to say that the impact on the world view is more serious. My mind went blank as if it was struck by lightning. Kobayashi Sumiko had already seen photos of Sato Miwako. So she was the first to recover as she was mentally prepared. Immediately he raised his hand and greeted with a smile: "Hello..." "Two...duplicates?" "Hey, Fujino, what the hell is going on?!" "What the hell did you do?" Sato Miwako reacted, frowned and quickly retreated behind Fujino, looking suspiciously at the woman in front of her who looked exactly like her, and asked Fujino hurriedly. At the same time, a series of questions flashed through my mind: What the hell, why does he look exactly like me? Am I a stand-in? Or is it a doppelganger...so I'm going to die?! No, no, I'm still so young, how could I die! Sato turned into a panicked little fox on the spot. Fujino was speechless when he saw her like this. In Japan, if you meet someone who looks like you, there are actually some explanations. For example, those who are older. They will think that this is an unlucky symbol, possibly a symbol of bad luck and death, and they will die soon after seeing someone who looks exactly like them.

There is also this saying in the West, and movies have been made in which a stand-in replaces the original person. So, the shrew is quite afraid of metaphysics? Helplessly, Fujino explained: "This is Kobayashi Sumiko from Class B, Grade 1, Teitan Elementary School. She is the homeroom teacher of these children. Why are you so panicked? Are you a policeman afraid of this?" "What do you mean by fear?" Miwako Sato stretched her neck and said, "Who would have no reaction when seeing someone who looks like them?" "It's me." Fujino crossed his arms and said, "I've encountered that before, but the person he met was dark-skinned." "Dark skin?" After hearing this, Miwako Sato thought about it. When they first met, she always felt that Fujino's face did seem a little familiar. If it were black leather, it would feel more mature. But I can't remember where I've seen it before... Yeah, I must have seen it somewhere. It can't be love at first sight, right? That's too perverted. Fujino didn't know what Sato was thinking, and he didn't like to guess what girls were thinking. Then, he looked at the two people who looked similar: "So, you two are not related or something?" "What do you mean?" Fujino explained: "A person's appearance is determined by genes. When it comes to genetics, you must have some identical gene fragments. It is very likely that you are related." "Is that so?" The two of them murmured in confusion and looked at each other. Everyone has thought about whether there is someone in this world who looks like them. But when I really encountered it, it felt quite weird. Miwako Sato felt that it was a bit too much to talk about relatives in a place where someone had just died, so she took the forensic department people into the crime scene. She searched the scene and found something that could prove his identity: "The deceased is Masato Sugimori, 32 years old this year, a freelance writer. Is that right, Mr. Kobayashi?" "That's right." Kobayashi Sumiko felt that it was a bit strange for two people who looked similar to stand together, so she took off her contact lenses, put on her square-framed glasses, and explained: "We had an appointment to come here for an interview today, and then when we got here, we saw that he was already lying there." "So when was the last time you two spoke on the phone?" "It was probably between the third and fourth periods yesterday, at 11:22 in the morning."

Kobayashi Sumiko took out her phone to look for call records and provided a limited time of death. Sato Miwako thought, "If that's the case, he was still alive at least until 11 o'clock yesterday. As for the murder weapon, Fujino did find it, a tripod, and the door was not locked. In this case, the other party should be an acquaintance of the victim. In this way, we should be able to determine the scope of the murderer." "I don't think it's necessary to go through so much trouble!" Conan, who was sneaking behind them, suddenly said, "Officer Sato, look, the phone on the low table is also stained with blood, right? The message light on the button is flashing, and there's a blood stain on it that was wiped off. Brother Fujino also said that there's blood on the door handle, too. This might be where the murderer pressed it!" "Well, that's true." Miwako Sato touched her chin and said, "The key to the door is on the table, and the door was not locked. If that's the case, it might be a deliberate arrangement by the other party to create an alibi." Conan nodded and echoed in a deep voice: "So in this way, we can be sure that the murderer is among these four people!" "Yeah..." Conan is showing off his skills like crazy, and everyone else has already gotten used to it. Even Miwako Sato didn't feel anything strange. However, Kobayashi Sumiko on the side was not used to it. She just watched quietly as a harmless strange child of six or seven years old ran into the crime scene, squatted beside the corpse, frantically groped around, and then chatted with the police and even found a key clue. She was stunned by the scene. His eyes were full of confusion. Are all kids nowadays so outrageous? (End of this chapter)