"Mr. Fukuyama!"
"Mr. Fukuyama!"
Everyone rushed to the study in the mansion, pounding on the door. The study door was locked from the inside and couldn't be opened from the outside. The old butler said in a flustered panic: "Gentlemen, please wait a moment, I'll go get the spare key!"
Saying that, the butler quickly ran outside.
Fujiwara Tetsu merely watched the butler run off. With his ability, he could kick open such a door lock with one foot. However, he didn't do so.
Fujiwara Tetsu had practiced marksmanship for many years and was extremely sensitive to gunshots. And the gunshot that just came from the study, he was quite certain it was not a gunshot, but rather played from a recording device!
That is to say, if his prediction was correct, Fukuyama was not dead yet. If he were to break down the door now, he might be able to save his life. He even already knew who the culprit was, even before the crime had been committed. It had to be that old butler who just ran off!
"Why do criminals these days all like to play these fancy tricks? They insist on creating complicated locked-room murders, which instead exposes more flaws."
Fujiwara Tetsu didn't try to stop the old butler. The main reason was, what if he stopped him this time? When he left, that butler would certainly use other methods to kill Fukuyama. Unless he was willing to get rid of the old butler beforehand, or constantly protect Fukuyama, otherwise Fukuyama's fate would only be death.
Just as everyone was anxious, the old butler ran back panting, jingling a bunch of keys, and fumbled to open the study door with the keys.
The door was pushed open. Fukuyama's corpse lay on the ground, a bloody bullet hole visible on his chest.
"...Inspector Megure, why are you here in Gunma Prefecture?"
Seeing the familiar face of the police officer in front of him, Fujiwara Tetsu was speechless for a moment. He suddenly suspected that he had indeed been infected by Conan. Not only did he encounter a murder case when he went out, but he also met Inspector Megure!
"Haha, isn't this Fujiwara-kun?" Inspector Megure laughed heartily as he walked closer, shouting in surprise.
That library incident was when Inspector Megure led the first group of people into the building, and he recognized Fujiwara Tetsu, who had just resolved the group of mobsters. After that, Inspector Megure also knew Fujiwara Tetsu's identity: he was actually the son of the former chairman of Fujiwara.
However, the reason Inspector Megure was so enthusiastic was not because of Fujiwara Tetsu's identity. He was a police officer with a strong sense of justice. Living to this age and only being a police inspector, besides his own background, it was also because Inspector Megure truly would not fawn over his superiors, nor would he act unfairly.
At this age, he still had to lead young police officers on the front lines. The reason Inspector Megure had a good impression of Fujiwara Tetsu was that if Fujiwara Tetsu hadn't actively taken action to eliminate that group of mobsters back then, who knows how many people would have been harmed in the library at that time.
"This time, I've come to Gunma Prefecture to exchange case information with my colleagues and learn from their experience. And it just so happened that I'm here now, so I came over with them."
The police officers of Gunma Prefecture were setting up a police cordon, taking photos of the corpse, collecting evidence, and simultaneously controlling and questioning the people present. A bald police officer saw Yukiko Kudo and shouted excitedly, "Is that Miss Yukiko Kudo?"
Yukiko smiled radiantly, looking at the bald police officer, and said sweetly, "May I ask who you are?"
"My name is Yamamura Misao, I'm a detective from Gunma Prefecture. Miss Yukiko is a famous beauty in our Gunma Prefecture. Back then, when I heard you retired from acting and got married, it made me sad for a long time. I grew up watching all your movies and TV shows!" Yamamura Misao said excitedly, rubbing his hands.
Yukiko Kudo's mouth twitched: "Ah, ah, ah, grew up watching your movies."
Yamamura in front looked like an oily middle-aged man in his forties with a shiny scalp. When he said he grew up watching Yukiko's movies, it directly meant that Yukiko was an old lady of fifty or sixty.
"Ah, no, no, no, that's not what I meant. Actually, I'm about the same age as you, hahaha..." Yamamura Misao rubbed his head and chuckled awkwardly. He also knew he had said the wrong thing.
"Yamamura, don't just stand there foolishly, come quickly and get to work!" A police officer angrily shouted at Yamamura Misao. Yamamura, however, seemed to have received a life-saving grace, and repeatedly apologized to Yukiko, hurriedly running off to work.
"Eiri, am I very old?" Yukiko's forehead veins throbbed. "Someone just died; finding the culprit is urgent. Whether you're old or not isn't important."
"No, my age is more important than the culprit!" Yukiko clenched her fists, her expression showing an unwilling and angry look.
Fujiwara Tetsu and Inspector Megure looked at the scene, and Inspector Megure asked, "Fujiwara-kun, what do you think of this case?" Fujiwara Tetsu looked at Inspector Megure speechlessly, wondering how he even became a police officer. Could it be that you just rely on 'Fujiwara-kun, what do you think of this matter?' to solve cases?
Fujiwara Tetsu asked, "Can I go look at the body?"
"No problem!" Inspector Megure completely ignored the rule about non-case personnel touching corpses. It could only be said that Inspector Megure was a good person, just too unconventional.
Fujiwara Tetsu came to the study, walked around the body, then squatted down to carefully examine Fukuyama's gunshot wound. He already knew who the culprit was; now he just needed to find the evidence.
Inspector Megure, for some unknown reason, trusted Fujiwara Tetsu implicitly. He stood beside Fujiwara Tetsu and whispered, "This study has surveillance cameras. I and other officers have already watched the surveillance footage."
"Mr. Fukuyama in the surveillance footage raised his hands at the window. He should have seen the culprit."
"After that, he was shot dead. The surveillance footage in the living room after Mr. Fukuyama was shot dead can prove that Fujiwara-kun, Miss Kishi English, Ms. Kudo, and the old butler were all in the living room. This means you are all innocent."
"There are still several servants in this house, and the police are questioning them. Either the culprit is among that group of servants, or someone infiltrated here, killed Mr. Fukuyama, and then escaped."
"If it was an infiltration and murder, then that's troublesome. Oh, right, Fujiwara-kun, do you want to take a look at the surveillance footage?"
Fujiwara Tetsu walked a few steps in the study and said, "No need. I already know who the culprit is."
"Huh?! You already know?!" Inspector Megure looked stunned. This case-solving speed is faster than Kudo-kun! He just looked at the eyes and knew who the culprit was?
Yukiko Kudo, on the side, was also somewhat surprised when she heard Fujiwara Tetsu say he knew who the culprit was, admiring his deductive ability. However, thinking about that person from the Black Organization who said his true identity was actually CIA, Yukiko was suddenly enlightened. They're professionals after all!
"If I had known Fujiwara-kun could solve cases so quickly, I should have asked him to tell me the answer so I could also show off a bit," Yukiko mumbled.
Kishi English gave her a side-eye. "Maintaining a young mindset makes you look younger, Eiri. That's why you have wrinkles around your eyes, and I don't."
Yukiko Kudo laughed mockingly. "What? I have wrinkles around my eyes?"
Kishi English's expression changed subtly. She didn't fumble with her phone, but quickly and carefully looked at the front camera of her phone. She didn't find any wrinkles around her eyes. She said indignantly, "You lied to me again."
On the other side, Inspector Megure eagerly asked, "Fujiwara-kun, what's going on? Who is the culprit?"
Fujiwara Tetsu pointed with one finger: "The culprit is clearly... our butler."
The butler staggered. He smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Fujiwara, you must be joking. When the old master died, I was with you and the two ladies in the living room."
Inspector Megure also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, the butler has a perfect alibi. He couldn't have killed him."
Fujiwara Tetsu didn't know what to say. Was solving a case only possible with an alibi?
He used one hand to point at the gunshot wound on Fukuyama's chest and said, "From the angle of the bullet hole, I can tell, I don't even need to measure the bullet's trajectory, that Fukuyama was not standing when he was shot. He was already lying on the ground."
"These things can easily be checked if you just ask a professional ballistic expert to measure the bullet's angle and trajectory."
Inspector Megure immediately understood. He scratched his head and said, "So, you're saying that Mr. Fukuyama's time of death isn't correct? But why would he raise his hands in the surveillance video and then suddenly fall to the ground?"
Fujiwara Tetsu replied: "It's simple. Fukuyama was about to end the video conference and usually would nod. I'm guessing that the image on this surveillance video is unclear, making it impossible for people to see Fukuyama's facial expression, and also to give people the impression that he didn't show any fear."
"As for why he fell, that's even simpler. He must have been drugged. Check the coffee cup next to him and see if there are any drug residues."
"If there are no drug residues, it means he ate something else. Then proceed directly with an autopsy, and you'll definitely be able to find out Fukuyama's physical condition and what drugs were used."
He paused for a moment, then Fujiwara Tetsu continued: "...I grew up in America, and I'm very sensitive to gunshots. I'm very sure that the first gunshot we heard was recorded. And not the real one."
"But Fukuyama was shot dead, and we didn't hear any other gunshots, which means the culprit had a silencer on his pistol. A 9mm pistol silencer in America only costs 750 US dollars to buy second-hand. After installation, the sound would be greatly reduced."
"The culprit won't leave fingerprints on the gun, and his gun can be thrown anywhere, but the silencer cannot be thrown away, because that would expose problems and cannot be explained."
"So if I'm not mistaken, that silencer is still on the butler's person. You just need to search him to find it."
Fujiwara Tetsu walked to the window as he spoke, looking outside: "...Outside the window is the garden. I remember when he first arrived, the butler's trousers were very clean, but now there's dirt on them."
"As long as you compare the mud on his trousers with the mud in the garden outside, it can prove that he was at this location." Fujiwara Tetsu easily solved the case in a Conan-esque manner.
In fact, even without all this, the police would have easily discovered the drug problem during the autopsy.
What? The police in Beika in this world don't even conduct autopsies in murder cases, nor do they conduct ballistic tests?
Well, this place is simply a criminal paradise!
Fujiwara Tetsu would complain when watching anime about the numerous flaws in these criminal methods, which can easily be solved with modern criminal investigation methods. But when he actually saw these methods being applied in reality, he was truly shocked.
The Beika police department should undergo a revolution. Is this Beika not a hotbed of crime, or what?
At this moment, BGM played, and the butler knelt on the ground.
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