i am just a student? in Conan world

Fujino watched Belmod's departing figure with narrowed eyes. 

He had been mulling over a plan: if Belmod didn't leave immediately, he would knock her unconscious and take her away. 

Who would have thought this woman would betray her teammate so quickly? 

No wonder she's the poster child for backstabbing in the Organization. 

Pushing aside these thoughts, Fujino tightened his grip on Pisco's arm but ultimately abandoned the idea of pulling out his wooden sword to strike Belmod on the back of her head and abduct her. 

While it was true that Belmod likely had more information than Pisco, staying cautious was wiser. 

Fujino didn't yet know the true extent of Belmod's strength, even though she was a fifty-something woman. 

Logically, as a young and robust man, capturing an elegant woman in her fifties should have been easy. 

But in the world of Conan... 

Who could say for sure? 

Taking such a risk for a woman in her fifties wasn't worth it. 

This time, Fujino had two objectives: 

1. Complete the system mission by rescuing Shiho Miyano and clearing her of suspicion. 

2. Ambush Pisco to potentially extract information about himself. 

Now that both objectives were nearly achieved, tangling with Belmod further would clearly be a waste of time. 

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After confirming that Belmod had left without doubling back, Fujino activated his Eagle Vision. Once certain she was gone, he sheathed his hidden blade and turned away, dragging Pisco with him. 

The massive explosion had drawn everyone's attention. 

The police swiftly began evacuating the crowd to prevent a secondary blast and minimize casualties. 

By now, the Beika Hotel was completely empty. 

Walking leisurely down the hotel's corridors, Fujino soon used his Eagle Vision to locate an unoccupied guest room. 

With a solid kick, he broke the door open. 

Inside, a dark and lavishly decorated suite greeted him. The furnishings were exquisite and luxurious, clearly indicating a high-end room. 

He scanned the space briefly, pulled out a chair, and retrieved a red rope from his pocket. He nonchalantly tied Pisco to the chair and secured him in place. 

Fujino then located the suite's bathroom, filled a bucket with water from the tap, and returned to the bedroom. With one smooth motion, he dumped the water over Pisco, jolting him awake. 

Pisco was forced back to consciousness by the freezing water. 

He glanced at the red rope binding him to the chair, then at the white-cloaked figure standing before him. It didn't take long for him to grasp the situation—he'd been kidnapped. 

"I ask, you answer," Fujino said, pulling out the handgun he had confiscated earlier and pointing its black barrel at Pisco's forehead. "Understand?" 

"..." 

Pisco remained silent. 

Even with a gun aimed at his head, as a veteran member of the Organization, he had a certain level of professional integrity. There was no way he would divulge any information about the Organization. 

"Looks like you don't understand..." 

Fujino sighed softly, retrieving a pen from his pocket. It wasn't just any pen—it was a Death Note pen. He pointed the pen cap at Pisco. 

*Whoosh!* 

As the trigger was pressed, a poison dart shot straight into Pisco's neck.

Then, in the dead silence of the night, a series of pitiful wails echoed in the room, accompanied by a righteous and punishing beating. 

Under the dual effects of the truth serum and the merciless blows, Pisco quickly began to talk. 

He revealed a lot of intelligence about the organization, such as their strongholds and the details of this particular operation. 

However, this information failed to satisfy Fujino. 

What he truly wanted to know from Pisco was information about his attempted assassination and the murder of the original host's parents. 

But Pisco didn't reveal a single clue related to these matters. 

With the truth serum provided by the system, it was highly unlikely that Pisco was lying. 

It seemed he genuinely knew nothing... 

"I never imagined that the Beika Batman was actually the high school detective, Fujino Tōji… It's truly surprising." 

As Fujino pondered, Pisco, slumped in a chair and beaten to an unrecognizable state, spoke. 

"That's right. I am." 

Fujino turned his head toward Pisco and said in a deep voice, "Do you have any last words?" 

"Hmph…" 

Pisco sneered, unsurprised. 

From the questioning earlier, he had already deduced that the man in front of him was the high school detective Fujino. 

As for the Beika Batman dressed in white robes, he had heard of him before. The difference today was that the white-robed figure wasn't wearing a mask. 

Though the mask was absent, the face beneath the white hood was somehow impossible to discern. 

It was as if some kind of spell concealed it... 

But that wasn't important. What mattered was finding a way to survive. 

Pisco had heard that the Beika Batman never personally killed anyone. 

This could be his chance to live. 

Though as a senior member of the organization, Pisco had the courage to face death, he couldn't help but feel fear when confronted with the imminent threat of it. 

In moments of crisis, fear becomes overwhelming and transforms into the will to survive. 

As long as there was the slightest chance of living, he wouldn't give up. 

Speaking with a slight whistle due to his injuries, Pisco proposed, "If you let me go, I can help you investigate those matters. After all, if the organization finds out I leaked their secrets, my life…" 

"You're already useless." 

Before Pisco could finish, Fujino interrupted him. 

During the interrogation, Pisco had learned Fujino's true identity. 

Moreover, aside from Fujino, he had also uncovered the fact that Ai Haibara was actually Shiho Miyano. 

Pisco knew too much. 

He couldn't be allowed to live. 

With a wave of Fujino's hand, a silver sleeve blade slid out from his cuff. 

After a brief pause, the blade plunged directly toward Pisco. 

Under the silent moonlight, at the moment the blade pierced Pisco's chest, an invisible barrier seemed to shatter. 

"Pfft!" 

In Pisco's astonished gaze, the silver blade pierced his chest. 

Blood gushed from his nostrils and mouth as searing pain caused his body to convulse uncontrollably. 

Fujino withdrew the blade. 

A beautiful red rose bloomed from the wound left by the sleeve blade. 

Blood spurted out, staining the pristine white robe, like crimson plum blossoms blooming on a sheet of rice paper. 

Fujino flicked his wrist, causing the residual blood on the blade to splatter onto the room's brown carpet. 

He retracted the sleeve blade. 

Even though he had mentally prepared himself, an indescribable sensation spread through his body to his mind. 

Taking a deep breath, Fujino retrieved a Zhonghua cigarette from his personal space, walked to the window, and lit it slowly. 

The smoke lingered in the moonlight, and under the calming effects of the system-enhanced cigarette, Fujino's emotions gradually settled. 

"In the end, I still killed…" 

The cigarette dangling from his lips, he looked up at the deep night sky. 

Pure white snowflakes danced as dark clouds veiled the moon. 

The robe, once bathed in serene moonlight, now shed its pure white, leaving nothing but stains. 

Under the blood-streaked hood was utter darkness. 

(End of Chapter)