Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Chapter 102 Shiho Miyano: I'm Going to Be Killed

"We still haven't found the guy who planted the listening device in my car," Gin said.

“Perhaps it was Sherry who did it,” Vermouth said.

Zheng Yi asked, "Would Sherry dare to approach Gin on her own initiative?"

“Perhaps she’s become bolder since she escaped the organization,” Vermouth said.

"But her personality shouldn't have changed so drastically, right? Could it be someone else we didn't expect? Is the guy who planted the bug still at the memorial service?" Zheng Yi said.

Vermouth and Shoichi kept trying to figure out for Gin whether Sherry had planted a bug in his car.

Vermouth asked Zheng Yi, "Why have you been taking Shirley's side all day?"

“No, I just don’t think Sherry is the type to plant a bugging device in Gin’s car. Maybe it was someone else,” Zheng Yi said.

Zheng Yi and Vermouth exchanged a glance and said at the same time, "It was probably installed by the FBI."

Ah, the FBI.

Gin's expression was cold and stern.

He couldn't think of anyone else besides the FBI.

Shirley would definitely run away with her tail between her legs if she saw him; no one but the FBI would dare to install a bug in his car.

It couldn't just be a child's prank, could it?
"Big brother, should we find the FBI agents?" Vodka asked.

"No need," Gin said.

Their mission is complete; there's no need for them to do anything extra.

……

Zheng Yi, carrying a bottle of baijiu, found Conan, who was still running around aimlessly.

"How's it going, Conan? Have you found any clues?" Masakazu asked.

Conan shook his head and said, "I just have a little suspicion."

Conan took out the broken ring from the art lamp from his pocket and held it up for Masahiro to see.

"This is the ring of the art lamp I found; it was coated with fluorescent material. After the lights at the memorial service were dimmed, someone shot the glowing ring with a silenced pistol, causing the art lamp to fall and kill the congressman, Tunkou."

"Is that so?" Masaya looked at the rings and then handed them back to Conan.

Zheng Yi then asked, "Do you have anyone you suspect?"

“Yes, it was Mr. Kenzo Masuyama,” Conan said. “Among the people who were still at the scene, only six had the purple handkerchief.”

Two of them were embracing, so they didn't have a chance to make a move. The third one was standing not far from the art lamp, so he couldn't attack it at all.

The ring fell into Mr. Sanping's fried rice, and Mr. Sanping, who spat it out, wouldn't be the murderer.

The last owner of the purple handkerchief was the TV host, who was in the public eye at the time and had no motive for committing the crime. Therefore, Kenzo Masuyama is the most likely culprit.

Zheng Yi applauded the young detective to acknowledge his abilities.

"Your reasoning is very clear and logical, Conan. You really have the potential to become a great detective."

"Hehe? Is that so?" Conan said, scratching his head sheepishly.

Even Conan was a little shy after receiving such a straightforward compliment.

"Then why don't you tell Inspector Megure?" Masakazu asked.

Conan said, "Because when I went to find Kenzo Masuyama, I found that he had a handkerchief that was given to him at the memorial service."

Furthermore, this is merely my speculation; there is no evidence to suggest that Kenzo Masuyama is the murderer.

To arbitrarily label someone a murderer without any evidence is no different from those who framed Zheng Yi Ge.

Zheng Yi patted Conan's head and said, "Since you have suspicions, then investigate. Don't be afraid of the consequences. Young people should have the courage to forge ahead."

"I understand, Brother Zhengyi."

"Well, it's getting late. Do you need me to take you home?" Zheng Yi asked.

Conan scratched his head and said, "No need, Ran-neechan said she's coming to pick me up."

Professor Agasa was waiting for him outside.

"Okay then, be careful on the road."

"Uh-huh!"

Zheng Yi returned to his car with the baijiu and found that Vermouth had been sitting in the passenger seat for a long time.

How did you pry open my car door?

“You forgot to lock the door,” Vermouth said.

Vermouth stretched, fiddled with the decorations in the car, and casually asked, "Why didn't Curaçao come out with you?"

“The child at home has a cold, and she’s taking care of the child at home,” Zheng Yi said.

Vermouth looked at Zheng Yi strangely.

Is Zheng Yi already living a married life?

He keeps talking about children. And this guy's outfit today really gives off a married man vibe.

A nineteen-year-old married man, haha~
Vermouth picked up the bottle of baijiu that Zheng Yi had placed next to her, opened it, and smelled it.

Do you like this kind of wine?

"I don't like drinking, I just feel that baijiu is special and I want to collect it," Zheng Yi said.

"special?"

Vermouth smelled it, took a small sip, and didn't find it particularly special.

"What brings you here? You don't want to go on a date with me, do you?" Zheng Yi said.

"hehe."

Vermouth looked at Zheng Yidao and said, "How about we talk about Xiaolan?"

"Xiao Lan? What's so interesting about her?" Zheng Yi asked, puzzled.

"Xiaolan is my friend, don't worry, I would never hurt her." Zheng Yi said helplessly, "Why can't you trust me? I'm really not a bad person."

Vermouth looked at Zheng Yi with a cold smile.

What kind of good person can you be?

Those you killed probably find it hard to believe you're a good person.

Zheng Yi pursed his lips.

You ignorant woman, you don't understand me at all.

"Shall we talk about the person who planted the listening device in the Gin truck?" Zheng Yi said with a smile.

Vermouth frowned; she actually had some suspicions about the person who had planted the listening device.

Vermouth felt very uncomfortable looking at Zheng Yi's malicious face.

"Then what's there to talk about?"

Vermouth took a cigarette out of her pocket. "It's break time now. Let's not talk about work. Just leave these things to Gin."

Zheng Yi nodded, agreeing with Vermouth's words.

However, he didn't appreciate employees like Vermouth. This guy was supposed to work for him, so how could he be such a slacker?
Zheng Yi said, "Let's talk about Conan instead."

"Who is Conan?" Vermouth asked in a puzzled tone, leaning back in her chair and casually glancing at Shoichi's changing expression out of the corner of her eye.

“A little boy who was fostered by Xiaolan’s family,” Zhengyi said.

"Then what is there for him to discuss?" Vermouth asked.

“Because he vaguely guessed that Pisco was the one who killed Senator Tunkou,” Zheng Yi said. “He’s a pretty good detective. He’s already suspected Pisco based on some clues, and he’ll probably continue to investigate Pisco.”

"Then why are you telling me all this?" Vermouth said. "What does it have to do with me?"

“Of course it doesn’t matter, I was just saying it offhand,” Zheng Yi said.

Vermouth's eyes flickered, her expression shifting between light and shadow.

I wonder how well that bastard Masakazu knows himself, and how well he knows Ran and 'Conan'.

"Don't smoke in my car. Get out, I'm going home."

……

After driving home, Zheng Yi casually placed the baijiu on the table.

I went upstairs to take a look, and Ai was already asleep.

After taking a shower, Zheng Yi returned to his room.

"Click~"

Around 2 a.m., Ai woke up groggily.

"Ah!"

"So thirsty."

Although the lights in the villa were all on, she couldn't open her eyes at all; everything was blurry.

Her throat was very dry because of a cold.

She accidentally knocked over the water glass in the room, and not wanting to bother anyone else, she had to go outside to find water.

She held onto the handrail as she came down the stairs, ran to the table, and picked up a bottle of water.

Without much thought, he directly poured the 'water' from the bottle into his stomach.

At this point, Ai couldn't taste the water in the bottle; she just felt a little uncomfortable in her throat and her head was even more foggy after drinking it.

I feel a little dizzy and nauseous.

She felt even more sleepy.

When she felt her mind becoming even more confused, Ai forced herself to stay conscious and climbed to the second floor, holding onto the stair railing.

With the last of his strength, he lay down on the bed, wrapped himself in the blanket, and didn't even close the bedroom door.

"Whoo~"

After Ai lay down on the bed, she quickly and uncomfortably fell asleep.

Her legs moved unconsciously under the covers, and she was covered in sweat. Xiao Ai kept making uncomfortable noises.

In the morning.

Zheng Yi yawned as he came downstairs, sat down at the table, and picked up the newspaper next to him.

"Ok?"

He looked at the wine on the table and sensed something was off.

He asked Curaçao, who was walking towards him, "Did you steal my wine?"

Curaçao was too lazy to give Shoichi an expression.

Shoichi then asked, "Where's Ai?"

“She’s probably still sleeping. She has a cold, so she won’t get up too early,” Curaçao said.

"Go and call her down for dinner," Zheng Yi said with a serious expression.

"it is good."

Curaçao nodded, seemingly lost in thought, her expression so serious so early in the morning, as if calling Ai down for breakfast was a major event.

Curaçao arrived at Ai's bedroom on the second floor and was somewhat surprised that the door was not closed.

"Who?"

As Curaçao entered Ai's bedroom, Ai, who was hiding under the covers, asked loudly and alertly.

"It's me, time for breakfast."

"Oh, then you go out first, I'll get dressed and come downstairs," Ai said from under the covers.

"it is good."

Curacao nodded.

Although Ai's voice sounded a little strange, it was normal for her to have a cold and her voice to be different from usual, so Curaçao didn't suspect anything.

After hearing Ai's words, Curaçao left Ai's bedroom and closed the door behind her.

After hearing the bedroom door close.

The blanket was opened a crack, and a pair of icy blue eyes peeked out.

Then, a head popped out from under the blanket.

She felt very uncomfortable; she must have sweated a lot last night, her skin clinging tightly to her pajamas. Perhaps it wasn't just the sweat.

She stretched out her hand and looked at it, then touched her face and head in disbelief.

Has she recovered?

Feeling the tightness of her pajamas, she knew it definitely wasn't because they had shrunk.

Ai, no, it should be Shiho Miyano now.

She grabbed her hair in distress, unable to recall what she had done the night before.

Does catching a cold mean that the medication will lose its effectiveness?
Biologists and chemists have thought about it for a long time, but they still can't figure out the principle behind it.

I never expected that such a powerful medicine would become ineffective because of a cold.

She felt no joy at recovering her health; her mind was preoccupied with how to deal with Masakazu and Curaçao in the villa.

If those two people saw her, they would definitely execute her as a traitor to the organization.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Hearing the knock on the door, Shiho Miyano hid back under the covers.

"Ai, why aren't you coming out yet?" Curaçao asked from outside the door.

"I...cough cough, I want to rest a little longer and skip breakfast," Shiho Miyano said deliberately in a hoarse voice.

Curaçao, standing outside the door, sensed that Ai's voice sounded very strange.

After catching a cold, her voice not only became a little hoarse, but also more mature.

"Drink less porridge, you still need to take your medicine," Curaçao said.

"Then please put the porridge at the door for me, I'll come and get it later," Shiho Miyano said.

Curaçao sensed something was wrong.

She pushed open the door to Ai's bedroom and went inside.

Shiho Miyano huddled under the covers, trembling.

"Ah!"

She covered her nose, unsure of what to do.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, my breathing became rapid.

When Curaçao walked to Ai's bedside, her brows were tightly furrowed.

Because the 'thing' inside the blanket was quite large, completely different in size from Ai's.

Her body tensed up, and after preparing herself, she yanked off Ai's blanket, throwing her out from under the covers by Shiho Miyano.

"Forehead?"

"what!"

Curaçao's eyes were fixed on Shiho Miyano's face; the familiar face matched a face in the archive.

Shiho Miyano gripped the sheets tightly, lacking the courage to look up at Curaçao.

"Ah!"

The weakness and helplessness brought on by the cold left Shiho Miyano without even the strength or courage to run away.

The organization's radar, which had not been triggered for a long time, was activated again.

The suffocating atmosphere of the organization made it hard for Shiho Miyano to breathe.

"Pfft~"

Curaçao threw the blanket back onto Shiho Miyano, then turned and left.

As she sensed the organization's presence fading away, Shiho Miyano began to breathe heavily.

She didn't understand at all.

Why did Curaçao suddenly leave after seeing her?

Even if she didn't know that she was Sherry, who had defected from the organization, she should have had a different reaction when she saw such a big woman suddenly appearing in a little girl's blanket, right?
She quietly reached out, lifted a corner of the blanket, and peeked out her head. Then she saw Curaçao walk in.

Then she quietly covered herself with the blanket and hid herself.

Curaçao put the slippers under the bed, placed the clothes she had brought on the bedside, and said to Shiho Miyano, "Get dressed."

Shiho Miyano, hiding under the covers, didn't reply and remained silent.

Curaçao shook the person under the covers and said coldly, "Get dressed and then go downstairs for dinner."

After saying that, Curaçao went out and closed the door for her.

Ai, who possesses the organization's radar, knows that Curaçao is standing outside the door waiting.

Ai's mind is completely blank right now; she has no idea what's going on.

Should we let her get dressed first, and then send her off with dignity?

My mind started wandering.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Hearing Curaçao's urgent knocking at the door again, Shiho Miyano gritted her teeth and reached out her small hand to pull the clothes on the bed into the blanket.

After a rustling sound, she slowly walked to the door in her slippers.

"Click~"

After the bedroom door was opened, Curaçao looked at Ai, who was dressed, and nodded.

"Let's go down for dinner."

"Have a meal?"

Shiho Miyano looked at Curaçao with a puzzled expression.

Are you just asking me to go eat?

When you saw me, didn't you have any doubts at all?

She looked at her own body and realized that she had indeed grown up and was quite different from 'Ai Haibara'.

Curaçao, however, turned a blind eye to Ai Haibara's changes.

I went straight downstairs.

After hesitating for a moment, Shiho Miyano gritted her teeth and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Curaçao sat down next to Shoichi and began to enjoy her breakfast.

Zheng Yi simply held the newspaper even lower, glanced at Miyano Shiho, and said, "Let's eat breakfast, it's getting cold."

Then he continued to read the newspaper intently, as if there was something in it that captivated him.

Shiho Miyano sat in the chair, ignored by everyone.

She didn't know how to express her current feelings and situation; in short, it was terrible.

Curaçao was eating, and Masakazu was reading the newspaper; it seemed that no one paid any attention to her 'appearance' or rather, 'change'.

If she hadn't been able to clearly sense that she had indeed 'grown up', and if Curaçao hadn't brought her adult clothes, she would have doubted that she was still 'Ai Haibara'.

Sitting opposite Masakazu, Shiho Miyano's hand holding the spoon trembled slightly.

This was the most 'complicated' breakfast she had ever eaten.

She drank the whole bowl of porridge without even tasting it.

After breakfast, Curaçao cleared away the dishes and chopsticks.

Zheng Yi, however, was still reading the newspaper.

His eyes never once met Shiho Miyano's, which greatly reduced the pressure on her.

Shiho Miyano knew what she should say, but she didn't know what to say.

silence.

The three people inside the villa remained unusually silent.

Without looking to the side, he pushed the water on the table in front of Shiho Miyano and also pushed the medicine to her.

Throughout the entire process, Zheng Yi's eyes never left the newspaper.

"It's time to take medicine."

Shiho Miyano silently swallowed the medicine.

Then he stopped saying a word.

The longer Shiho Miyano sat in the chair, the more uncomfortable she felt.

Why don't you care about me at all?

"Ahem." Shoichi coughed, and Shiho Miyano lowered her head slightly before hearing Shoichi say:

"You don't need to go to school today. I've already asked your teacher for sick leave."

"Oh." Shiho Miyano nodded.

Because Curaçao and Shoichi still seem to regard her as 'Ai Haibara', she still unconsciously speaks to Shoichi in the same tone as 'Ai Haibara'.

After saying that, Shiho Miyano felt very strange. Her current body was not Ai Haibara's.

Zheng Yi, holding the newspaper, tried to make conversation: "Your voice has changed a lot. You must be feeling terrible with a cold."

"Cough cough."

Miyano Shiho lowered her head.

Why don't you look at me now? The change in my voice isn't just because of a cold.

Curaçao leaned against the stair railing, put a piece of orange into her mouth with her slender fingers, chewed it gently, and quietly watched them.

“If you’re not going to school, I’ll take you out today. Someone’s been wanting to see you for a while,” Zheng Yi said.

"The person who wants to see me?" Shiho Miyano looked up, meeting Masakazu's gaze directly for the first time.

The only person she could think of who wanted to see her was Gin.

As expected, we still have to kill her.

Shoichi felt very uncomfortable being stared at by Shiho Miyano.

He put down the newspaper, exchanged a glance with Shiho Miyano, then quickly looked away, his eyes darting around as he said, "I'm not sending you to see Gin."

They all think so badly of me.

“You knew I was Sherry all along, didn’t you?” Shiho Miyano said.

“I know, I know,” Zheng Yi said. “Shiho Miyano, the organization’s chief researcher, codename Sherry, nickname Ai Haibara.”

Shiho Miyano asked, "That's true. You're not really mentally ill. You must have noticed something was wrong with me when you first brought me home."

Whether it was the organization's white coat or the business card in the pocket, it was all there.

All of these can prove Shiho Miyano's identity.

Having lived together for so many days, Shiho Miyano knew that although Shoichi's feet were oozing pus, he was neither an idiot nor mentally ill.

She just didn't dare to think in that direction, hoping she wouldn't be recognized.

Then he heard news about his sister, and all he could think about was avenging her.

Moreover, it seems that Zheng Yi is constantly finding new information for her to fill her mind and make her forget the illogical parts from before.

Debts owed, starting high school, a mysteriously appearing family history, and an older sister.

"What is your purpose in adopting me?" Shiho Miyano asked.

If this guy wanted to kill me, he wouldn't have kept me for so long.

Zheng Yi said nonchalantly, "I wanted to raise a child, and I just happened to meet someone, so I did. Anyway, I have time to raise a child, and I don't care about the organization's attitude."

Shiho Miyano smiled; her tone suggested she was definitely going to get a cat or dog.

But that's just the kind of person Zhengyi is; he seems to have no interest in anything.

You can pet its fur when you like it, and throw it away when you don't.

Now, she's no longer the cute little girl she used to be. Has she reached the point where she should be discarded?
"Then who do you want me to see?" Shiho Miyano asked.

Zheng Yi stood up and said, "Your sister."

"My sister?"

Shiho Miyano was briefly lost in thought. "Go see my sister?"
She stood up, looked at Zheng Yi with a smile, and finally decided to send her to hell to meet her sister.

(End of this chapter)