The unscientific detective in Conan

"Dead... dead people?!"

The housekeeper was startled when he heard this, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Immediately, he asked in a panic: "Then...who will die?"

"How do I know?"

"That...only the master and his wife have nightmares, the others..."

"As for other people, I can't guarantee that it will only happen to them."

"That's great... No, that's not good either."

"but……"

"but?"

"When they have an accident, other people may also suffer, such as this driver."

Fujino touched his chin: "His brakes failed that time. Although he had a near miss in the end, if something really happened, he would probably be killed. In the same way, if there was a fire or something, he would be killed. Maybe people in the villa will also be affected.”

After being pulled repeatedly, cold sweat broke out on Mr. Butler's forehead, and he immediately showed a look of tears.

The driver, who was suddenly involved, twitched his eyebrows and looked a little weird.

Fujino is quite satisfied with this.

The butler mentioned that the curse would only appear on the family members of the household, mainly because he wanted to ask himself if he would be involved.

After all, people will only worry about their lives when they are in danger, and people will only have anxiety when their own interests are involved - this is often said to create anxiety and sell anxiety.

After all, only by worrying can people give up their most basic thinking abilities.

Then the profiteer had her crotch picked out hard.

…………

After Fujino's tugging, Mr. Butler became more positive than the original compliment and respect, and began to ask Fujino about various ways to get rid of the curse.

Naturally, Fujino made up some nonsense to comfort the frightened Mr. Butler.

At the same time, the housekeeper also revealed a key clue.

That is, every supernatural event occurs on the fourth of every month.

But the specific details, Mr. Steward Akatsuka Kenzo, can't remember clearly.

Fortunately, the driver named Mian Yin Shengshi kept a diary and clearly recorded the date of each supernatural incident.

On February 4th two years ago, Mr. Kunitomo woke up from a nightmare. On July 4th of the same year, something went wrong with the car he was driving. On February 4th a year ago, he received that strange card. The Fourth of July is the day the cupboard falls.

Then on April 4th of this year, there was a strange noise in Kunitomo's room.

Not much happened on the Fourth of July this year.

However, today is October 3rd, and October 4th is coming soon.

After listening to the driver's introduction, Fujino asked with a smile: "Mr. Watuhiki, do you have the habit of writing a diary?"

"Well, after all, I am the driver. I have to record the schedule of the head of the family. After all, if the head of the family wants to ask about the schedule for a certain day, I can immediately look through the notepad and tell it." The driver Mian Yinsheng Shi explained it this way.

Fujino nodded, feeling that the driver was a bit dishonest.

Who the serious person keeps a diary?

Is that a serious person who writes a diary?

Those are all for ulterior motives.

Generally speaking, shouldn’t it be the secretary’s job to record such schedule arrangements?

Your driver...

Of course, it is not ruled out that this driver is indeed very professional and considers his employer. Ever since he became a driver, he has been writing diaries every day, recording daily arrangements, and incidentally taking over the secretary's job.

Haiyuan Ai opened the calendar on his mobile phone and suddenly said: "Speaking of it, these days are really coincidental. In the past few days, they all seemed to have encountered the Buddha's Death Day on the 4th."

"The day the Buddha dies?"

Fujino was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and leaned over to take a look: "It's true."

The Buddha's Death Day is actually Japan's death day. According to the six-year calendar derived from the ancient Chinese calendar introduced to Japan, there are Xiansheng, Youyin, Xianfei, Buddha's Death, Da'an, and Chikou.

The Japanese are quite superstitious about this. Weddings, funerals, housewarming, etc. all depend on the date.

Da'an is equal to the auspicious day of the zodiac, and the day when the Buddha dies is equal to the unfavorable day for everything.

Although they are equal, they are not the same calculation system.

When calculating the Chinese calendar, we need to consider the branches, stars, gods and evil spirits, as well as a lot of other yin, yang and five elements, and then subdivide them, and then get the zodiac auspicious days and death days for various events on different days.

The Japanese Rokuyao is a little simpler, just count the stems and branches.

Of course, China also has fixed death days, such as Sili, Jue, Poverty, and Waste Days, as well as the two days before and after the Ghost Festival on July 15th...

Just as Fujino was merging the two memories, Haibara Ai on the side was staring at the calendar with a slight blush on his face.

Because his face had touched her ear.

The touch made her ears itch.

She coughed lightly and mentioned: "April 4th this year is also the Buddha's Death Day, which happens to be the fourth. At the same time, the next Buddha's Death Day that catches up with the fourth will be October 4th tomorrow."

Hearing this, Fujino nodded and casually asked the housekeeper: "So, the reason why you are so anxious to invite me is because tomorrow is October 4th, when a supernatural event is about to happen, right?"

"Well, I don't know much about this either."

The butler scratched his bright forehead: "I just told the master about your matter, and the master sent me to entrust you. Speaking of which, I only just learned about the Buddha's death."

"Well...it seems that this is what your master meant."

Fujino nodded and responded. At the same time, memories flooded into his mind.

On the day when the Buddha died, he actually had some memories of his previous life on this day.

Speaking of which, this case should be the case of the Buddha's death...

Then the person who is going to die this time really deserves to die.

…………

Fujino carefully recalled the details of the case of Buddha's death.

Soon, I arrived at the place and was greeted...to be precise, I met by chance, a handsome-looking woman with short hair.

Her name is Haika Senzaki, and she is the chef of this villa.

I was about to buy ingredients when I bumped into Fujino who was coming over.

"Two people are staying today...but only one room is prepared."

"Uncle, why didn't you call and let me know in advance?"

The butler seemed a little helpless towards the chef's attitude: "You don't want to call me uncle... I just think it's enough for them to live in the same room, so I didn't make any preparations."

Hui Yuan Ai nodded silently and agreed with this.

She thinks it's okay to live together.

And Sakizaki Namika looked at Fujino and Haibara Ai.

Then he squatted down and smiled at Haiyuan Ai.

"What a cute little sister!"

"How old are you this year?"

"Is she this gentleman's sister?"

"Or daughter?"

Hui Yuan Ai: "..."

She was immediately speechless by this series of spiritual torture.

How old are you this year...sister, daughter...?

I hate people who have no sense of boundaries!

Seeing that Haibara Ai's expression was a bit unnatural, the housekeeper coughed slightly and reminded Haika Sensaki: "Um, Hakka, didn't you say you were going to buy groceries?"

"Yeah, I almost forgot about this!"

Looking at Nami Hana Senzaki running away, Mr. Butler smiled helplessly: "I have watched her grow up since she was a child. Her father used to be the chef of Kunitomo's family. After her father died in an accident, she inherited her father's inheritance. job as a chef.”

As he spoke, he turned to the driver behind him: "Speaking of which, like Bo Hua, he inherited his dead father's job..."

"By the way, my appointment time for going to the hospital tonight has been changed to eight o'clock. Please take note of it by the way."

"I see."

"Then let's go find the master quickly. The master has changed the time for consultation at the hospital to eight o'clock specifically to welcome you."

…………

Fujino followed the housekeeper Akatsuka Kenzo upstairs.

Going up the stairs, at the end is a red double-door anti-theft steel door. Next to the steel door is a password fingerprint terminal, which looks a bit like an old science fiction movie.

According to the butler's description, this thing was installed after the supernatural incident involving the card.

It can recognize fingerprints to open the door, a high-tech product.

The error-free version is being read! 6=9+Book_Bar debuts this novel.

Fujino feels that this is not high-tech, but if you think about it, it is indeed quite high-tech in this era, and it is still a new thing.

Mainly because in Fujino's previous life, this thing only cost one or two thousand yuan, so he was really used to it.

The function of this thing is also very simple, exactly the same as in the previous life. After entering the password and identifying the fingerprint, the door can be opened.

The only thing here is to wake up the doorbell inside, and then the person inside turns on the switch, so that the door can be opened.

Of course, fingerprints can also open the door, but the setting can only be done by the owner of this room, the Kunitomo family.

Others only have the right to call.

So, what is the significance of this thing?

If you can't unlock with fingerprint or password, then just press the doorbell after all this effort?

Fujino complained, and then asked the housekeeper: "I heard that the head of the Kunitomo family has a heart disease. What if your master has a heart disease inside?"

"Ah this..."

The housekeeper obviously didn't think of such a problem.

Fujino showed his dead eyes and was puzzled by this behavior of taking off his pants and farting.

At the same time, I doubted whether the owner of the house would have a heart attack and no one could open the door, causing hiccups.

Huihara Ai sneered at this kind of thing.

Back then, the security configuration of her laboratory was much higher than before.

In addition to the password card, you also need to enter the password, conduct palmprint verification, and pupil verification.

Compared to her laboratory, this kind of thing is really lagging behind.

…………

Soon, after the doorbell rang, the steel security door opened, and three people came out of the room.

A young woman walked at the front, followed by a middle-aged man, and an old man at the end.

The woman is wearing a pink dress, a milky white shawl, one sided bangs, and pearl earrings on her ears. She looks very young, in her thirties at most, and is very well maintained.

The man was wearing a gray sweatshirt, sunglasses, and a short haircut. He looked to be in his thirties or almost forty. His face was covered with stubble, and he looked like a carefree middle-aged uncle.

The old man who followed behind looked much older, with white hair all over his head and dark eye sockets covering his cheekbones. He looked like a bag of bones, and he was still panting as he followed them.

According to the housekeeper, the three people were Kunitomo Yasuei, the mistress of the Kunitomo family, the president of the security company, Sekiguchi Toshimichi, and the head of the Kunitomo family, Kunitomo Jundai.

That's right, the old man who looked out of breath was the head of the Kunitomo family.

Fujino almost thought that the woman was the old man's daughter-in-law, but he didn't expect that they were actually a couple...

This is really a knife hitting a cow's butt, opening his eyes.

After seeing Fujino, the head of the Kunitomo family walked up enthusiastically and held Fujino's hands, and said excitedly:

"I am Jundai Kunitomo who invited you here. I have heard about your story. This time, I would like to trouble you to help investigate!"

"Well, of course."

Fujino nodded, followed Jundai Kunitomo to the bedroom, and talked about the commission.

After receiving a deposit of 5 million in advance.

Then he changed the subject and asked about Kunitomo Jundai's age:

"Excuse me, how old are you this year?"

"Me...?"

The head of the Kunitomo family obviously didn't understand why Fujino asked such a question: "But he still answered, I'm 56 years old."

"Fifty-six years old..."

Fujiano looked at the white-haired old man in front of him and groaned.

I didn't know that he was in his sixties or seventies.

Is his blood so weak?

Maybe he indulged too much...

Fujiano thought to himself, and then looked at the young and delicate Mrs. Kunitomo beside him:

"What about your wife?"

"Forty-two years old."

"Fourteen years difference..."

Fujiano nodded in sudden enlightenment, and understood why he was so weak.

No wonder he looks so vicissitudes of life, and his wife is so delicate, it turns out that he is an old cow eating young grass...

If you calculate it this way, when this guy was 30, his wife should have been only 16 years old, when he was 40, his wife was only 26, and when he was 40, his wife was only 36, and now she is 40...

As the saying goes, 30 is like a wolf, 40 is like a tiger, this family head is probably drained of all his energy by this young wife, right?

Add to that the heart disease...

Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder it's like this.

I can only say that rich people really know how to have fun.

"Excuse me, Mr. Fujino, why are you asking this?"

"Nothing, just a little curious."

Fujiano smiled and then leaned forward and whispered: "I know some Chinese medicine. Just now I found that your pulse is a little weak, and your heart is also weak. Well... After all, it is not impossible to have such a young wife, but it is not good for your heart disease."

"I can prescribe two prescriptions of Chinese medicine for you to relieve it. Well, it can make you feel more relaxed at night."

"Oh...oh...I understand."

A trace of embarrassment suddenly appeared on Junda Kunitomo's old face: "I will pay for it separately."

"Um...uh..."

Fujiano smiled and nodded, of course, he was not really conscientious and intended to relieve the pressure for this person.

The main thing is to collect more money while the other party is not dead.

And speaking of it, the prescription is fake, in fact, it is mainly because he is a little curious about how old this Mrs. Kunitomo is.

Over forty...

It's really hard to tell.

Sure enough, the age of women in the world of science cannot be judged by appearance.