Non-mainstream Conan viewing style

It was late at night, but the computer screen of Rei Furuya was still on, his eyes moving across the screen intently. His fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, making crisp sounds.

"Found it." Furiya Rei whispered to himself. The screen showed a news report about professional boxer Johachiro Matsuda, who was arrested on suspicion of murder.

[Audience on the rooftop, you can know the answer to the question by just asking Ogiwara, just like Xiaojing did. Why do you have to look it up yourself?

Furuya Rei, I had just entered the police academy and had not yet learned how to communicate effectively with others. Besides, I was not familiar with Ogihara at that time, and my best skill was collecting information! 】

"Yes, that case caused a lot of controversy at the time." Zhu Fujingguang's voice came from the side, and he was obviously also paying attention to this matter.

Fūya Ling nodded: "Yes, I am investigating the matter of Matsuda's father."

"Matsuda and Ogiwara have a good relationship. I asked Ogiwara." Morobushi Kagemitsu continued, "It seems that they arrested the wrong person."

Fūya Ling frowned: "Did you catch the wrong person?"

Morobushi Kagemitsu explained the situation in detail: "Matsuda's father, who was a professional fighter at the time, saw two men pushing each other when he was returning home from the boxing gym. Because the big competition was coming up, he left to avoid trouble. Unexpectedly, the next day, one of the men was found dead there.

Because someone saw Matsuda's father appear near the scene at the time of the crime, and the victim was a professional boxer and had a feud with Matsuda's father. In addition, the victim was beaten to death by his opponent, so the police arrested Matsuda's father. Although the real murderer was caught and Matsuda's father was cleared of suspicion, he missed the competition. After that, he gave up boxing and became a different person, drinking all day long. "

[Jinpei Matsuda, actually what I despise the most is my dad’s self-destructive behavior. Everyone in the gym advised him to cheer up. Even I have gone through such a difficult time. I wonder what happened in the police station?

Kenji Ogihara: Maybe that was my uncle's best chance. Maybe he was treated unfairly, as he was arrested as a suspect after all.

Despite this, Jinpei Matsuda did not disgrace the title of police, even though he kept saying "What kind of police? To hell with them.

But when he really has gone to hell, who can say anything useless? 】

Furuya Rei pondered and said to Morobushi Kagemitsu, "I see. Is that why Matsuda hates the police so much? But why did he want to become a policeman?"

Morobushi Kagemitsu shook his head: "I don't know. Ogiwara was also confused and said it was a mystery."

[Furugaya Rei and Matsuda Jinpei are like fire and water, but their best friend, childhood friend, is getting closer and closer. Why is that?

Kenji Ogihara: Of course it’s because we have the same goal!

Zhu Fu Jingguang, how can we watch two such excellent people being in a state of hostility?

Furuya Rei and Matsuda Jinpei, you are just bored, right? Things between men are easy to deal with. Some conflicts can be resolved as long as they are put on the table. 】

Furiya Rei glanced out the window. It was already late at night, but he didn't seem to plan to rest. "Oh, it's already this late. Although it's a bit early, we should still go to the training ground in advance."

Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded: "Then you go first. I still want to check something here."

Furugaya Rei looked at his watch and reminded, "Oh, I see! Don't be late." After that, he turned and left.

However, he did not leave immediately, but stood behind the door and quietly observed Zhu Fujingguang through the crack of the door. He noticed that Zhu Fujingguang was checking a document with the title "Nagano Family Death and Injury Incident".

A complex emotion flashed across Fūya Rei's eyes. He sighed softly and said quietly, "Jing..."

The atmosphere at the shooting training ground was lively. Instructor Onitsuka Hachizo stood in front of the team and introduced the weapons in his hands in a loud voice: "Listen carefully, what you are holding is SAKURA, a five-shot revolver officially equipped by the Japanese police. The shooting test will be in the form of four rounds of shooting, with five bullets in each round. The sum of the scores of the two highest scores is the final score. A score below 70 will be considered a failure."

[This is indeed the most exciting course for new police officers.]

Fūya Rei stood in the team, his eyes firm and focused. He took a deep breath, adjusted himself, and then raised the gun in his hand. Following the instructor's order, he quickly pulled the trigger, and five bullets shot out like meteors, accurately hitting the bull's eye, forming a beautiful plum blossom-shaped shooting hole.

[Onitsuka Hachizo, Furuya, don't do those fancy moves, and you're not shooting a heart, why don't you shoot a heart? But I'm still curious, is this your first time using a gun?

Furiya Rei, the training is really too boring, let's do something interesting! 】

Kenji Ogihara next to him couldn't help but admire him: "Five shots in a row, you're amazing! Furuya."

Instructor Onitsuka Hachizo also nodded in approval and said, "Fōtani shot well, but don't forget that there are always people better than you. Here, there is a genius senior who got full marks in his first shooting attempt, which means that all 20 bullets hit the bull's eye."

Date Ko asked curiously, "So, the genius now must be an elite detective from the Investigation Division, right?"

Instructor Onitsuka Hachizo shook his head: "No, I heard he is no longer a policeman. He opened a detective agency in Beika Town."

[Mouri Kogoro, you are worthy of being Instructor Onizuka. You can remember such a trivial matter so clearly.

Conan, uncle, I didn't expect your shooting skills are at the genius level!

Maori Kogoro, I really miss that time, but I haven't touched a gun for a long time. After all, detectives rely on their brains, not brute force or equipment.

Conan thought to himself, why did he have to rely on his unreliable brain when he could make a living with a gun? 】