Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

"What is your purpose in having Ran participate in this lottery?" Ai finally couldn't help but ask, her tone tinged with suspicion and dissatisfaction.

"Of course I want her to get the prize," Zheng Yi replied matter-of-factly, as if it didn't need any explanation.

Ai crossed her arms, pouted, and her eyes clearly said, "You're kidding me."

“But you didn’t tell Curaçao that Ran had to win the lottery,” Ai said.

Zheng Yi teaches people to cut corners and doesn't even bother to complete the layout.

Zheng Yi just smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "Xiao Lan is very lucky, she will definitely win the lottery."

"Definitely?" Ai frowned.

Are you being too confident in her luck?

This isn't trust anymore, it's superstition, isn't it?
Zheng Yi ignored her inner grumbling and instead said leisurely, "As long as you do it, you will definitely leave some traces. The way to leave no trace is not to do it at all."

Ai was taken aback, then asked, "If you do nothing, can you really guarantee that Ran will win the lottery?"

“Of course.” He shrugged. “Just trust Xiaolan’s luck.”

Xiao Ai was speechless for a moment, unsure whether to criticize the flaws in his logic.

This method... is too crude, isn't it?

But she suppressed her urge to complain and continued to ask, "Okay, let's say Xiaolan won the lottery."

What's next? After you send her to the congratulatory party, what are you going to do?

“That way, Ran can bring Conan along to the celebration,” Masakazu said slowly. “Then, Conan will meet with Representative Takada.”

"And then?" Ai asked.

"And then that was it." Zheng Yi shrugged.

A huge question mark almost popped out of Ai's head.

It's that simple?
Can arranging a meeting between Conan and Representative Takada really kill the latter?
What kind of mystical method of murder is this?

As if seeing through her doubts, Masakazu suddenly tilted his head and asked, "Don't you think Conan is a jinx? Wherever he goes, he dies."

Xiao Ai was stunned.

Thinking about it carefully... it seems to be true.

Although she didn't have much contact with Conan, almost every time he appeared, a murder would occur.

Murders can happen in bars, amusement parks, hot spring hotels, luxury cruise ships... or even just at a restaurant.

"But..." Ai blinked, still somewhat hesitant, "How can you be sure he can kill Representative Takada this time?"

Zheng Yi yawned and said lazily, "For roles like councilors, company presidents, and representatives of conglomerates, the higher their status, the greater the risk."

They were walking targets.

He has many enemies, deep-seated conflicts of interest, and there are always people around him who want to take his place.

"The probability of death increases dramatically if Conan gets close."

Ai's eyelids twitched.

She suddenly realized that she was betraying the 'praise' given to him in the newspaper.

This guy didn't kill based on meticulous reasoning or a perfect crime at all.

He got lucky.

Ai scratched her hair, her eyes looking a little strange.

if it is like this.

What about those companies and conglomerates that hire detectives at high salaries?
They seem to have all learned it wrong; Zheng Yi doesn't kill people through detective work.

No wonder Zheng Yi said before that these guys were clumsy imitations of him; they were indeed quite clumsy.

But Zheng Yi's method of killing was even more clumsy.

Thinking about this, Ai couldn't help but ask, "Then... what if Conan's bad luck didn't kill Representative Takada, but instead caused someone else's death?"

Zheng Yi's smile suddenly became unfathomable.

He reached out and gently ruffled Ai's hair. Surprisingly, she didn't pull away this time.

Seeing her unusually obedient demeanor, Zheng Yi stopped keeping her in suspense and whispered his true trump card:
"Then let Representative Takada be linked to the Black Organization."

Ai's pupils contracted slightly.

"I'll tell Conan secretly."

This congressman may have access to the organization's secrets or have had contact with members of the organization.

"Given Conan's personality, he'll definitely investigate him." He paused, then said enigmatically, "..."

"And once Conan starts targeting someone, and that person isn't his friend or family, his mortality rate is already very close to 100%."

Moreover, even if he were to die, Conan wouldn't suspect anything.

Since Conan has already 'discovered' his connection to the organization, the organization might also discover that he's being investigated by others.

Given the organization's cautious nature, silencing him is quite reasonable.

"But what if... he still isn't dead?" Ai asked finally.

Zheng Yi shrugged and said in a relaxed tone:

"He's just lucky."

"Huh?" Ai was stunned.

Zheng Yi suddenly leaned closer and pinched her soft cheek.

"If even Conan can't be killed, then he's just lucky and shouldn't die. I'll use other methods."

But Zheng Yi has always been very lucky.

The people he entrusted Conan to take care of all died cleanly and efficiently.

Zheng Yi crossed his legs and picked up his teacup, swirling it around.

Ai scratched her hair again.

Judging from Zheng Yi's smug look, he must think his battle of wits was brilliant and impressive, right?
Ai looked up and asked, "Did you kill all those guys before using this method?"

"Of course." Zheng Yi nodded.

Ai reached out and patted her forehead.

How can you expect others to learn this method?

Besides Zheng Yi, no one else believes that anyone can kill another person 100% of the time.

That's outrageous, that's too mystical.

Not only do they believe in Conan's deathly aura, but they also believe in Ran's luck.

but,

If it really works out, then the murder case really has nothing to do with Zheng Yi.

If it weren't for his widespread fame, no one would have suspected him.

Ai asked, "Can you take me to that celebration party?"

"No." Zheng Yi shook his head.

Ai stands with her hands on her hips.

why not?

Zheng Yi said, "Because I didn't go back to the scene and appreciate my habit of committing crimes."

“You didn’t commit a crime at all,” Ai said softly.

You just had someone set up a lottery.

The rest has nothing to do with you.

The man had already been killed, but Zheng Yi's clothes were not dirty at all, let alone his hands.

Zheng Yi said, "No, no, I'd rather stay home and sleep. I just need to wait for news of Representative Takada's death."

He yawned, as if victory was assured.

Ai's heart was in turmoil.

"You still have to go to work." Masakazu's words made Ai very angry.

"I'm asking for leave," Ai said.

She was eager to see if Zheng Yi's methods of killing would actually be effective.

Even with Zheng Yi's impressive track record, Ai still finds it hard to believe.

After all, this is too mystical and not scientific at all.

She wanted to see the result with her own eyes.

"Then let your sister take you, I'm not going." Zhengyi stood up and patted his bottom. (End of Chapter)