Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

The story begins five years ago, when the president of the "Satsuki-kai" was Achiba Satsuki, the wife of Achiba Kensuke.

Nagoro Shikao, the president of the Nagoro-kai, challenged Achiba Satsuki.

His true purpose was not to defeat her, but because he deeply loved Satsuki.

Nagoro Shikao hopes that Satsuki will praise him by saying "You are very strong," so that he can take the opportunity to disband his "Nagoro-kai" and let outstanding members join Satsuki's "Satsuki-kai" in order to help his beloved.

However, Achiha Satsuki misunderstood Nagoro's intentions.

In a private duel the day before the match, Nagayoshi did win, but only to get Satsuki to praise him.

However, in order to protect the honor of her "Satsuki-kai", Achiba Satsuki lost control of her emotions and killed Nagoro Shikao with a Japanese sword from the karuta room.

After the murder, Achiba Satsuki hid Nagoro's body under the floorboards of the Satsuki Hall and fabricated the appearance that Nagoro had disappeared.

Not long after, Achiba Satsuki died of guilt and overwork.

After Achiba Satsuki's death, her husband Achiba Kensuke took over as chairman.

In order to protect his deceased wife's reputation and the innocence of the "Satsuki Society," he devised a meticulous conspiracy to frame Nagoro Shikao, who had been dead for many years, for all the crimes.

There were bloody fingerprints on the final song list, and the TV station's explosion was to destroy that evidence.

With Kensuke Achiba being taken away by the police, the long-standing bloody case that had loomed over the Satsuki Hall finally came to an end.

Akemi Miyano is about to get really busy.

In the conference room, Akemi Miyano did not adopt the businesslike poker face that other zaibatsu negotiation experts do.

She was still wearing that beige dress, her long hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders, and a perfectly warm smile on her face, as gentle as the spring sunshine.

"You've all worked hard," she said gently, pushing several cups of warm tea towards the table, her voice as soft as if she were entertaining guests. "You must all be very saddened by what happened to Chairman Achiba. Your company must be exhausted during this time."

Faced with such a gentle, considerate, and understanding woman, the former subordinates of Achiba, who had prepared a whole host of strong arguments and were determined to defend the company's assets to the death, felt as if they had punched cotton.

They were even embarrassed to raise their voices.

Mingmei opened the document and said in a consultative tone, "Mr. Zhengyi means that he hopes to provide every employee present with a safe way out."

Therefore, regarding the price, we hope to set it at... well, at a level that everyone can accept.

She paused, as if choosing her words carefully, her beautiful blue eyes filled with genuine concern:

"What do you all think of this plan? If you encounter any difficulties, please feel free to bring them up."

difficulty?

The Achiba executives present exchanged bewildered glances, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads.

Who dares to mention the difficulties? Who dares to bargain?

Just yesterday, their president was imprisoned for refusing this guest's suggestion.

And this seemingly harmless, girl-next-door Akemi Miyano is backed by a powerful and influential group in Tokyo, whose influence even the Osaka Prefectural Police have to respect.

In their eyes, Akemi's smile was no longer gentle, but rather a warning:

"If you don't sign immediately, you could be the next one taken away."

"No...no problem!"

"Ms. Akemi's plan is so thoughtful!"

"We completely agree! You can decide on the price!"

Inside the conference room, the constant chorus of responses made the windows tremble slightly.

Those high-ranking people who usually wield great influence in the business world were now bowing their heads, their hands trembling as they signed their names.

Soon, they completed the process of selling shares, removing Achiha from the position of chairman, and electing Shoichi as the new chairman.

That's abnormally fast.

Miyano Akemi blinked as she looked at the group of men in front of her, who seemed to have been granted a pardon and even had a hint of fawning over them.

Watching everyone rush to sign the contract, she felt a pang of guilt.

"Everyone... do you really think this is okay?" she asked somewhat shyly. "If you're not satisfied, we can discuss it further."

These words nearly made the other side's negotiating representative faint.

Let's discuss it again?
Do they think the price for acquiring the shares is too high, and they want to squeeze every last drop of profit from it?

"Yes! Of course!"

"Miss Akemi is truly kind-hearted!"

We're more than grateful!

They dared not object and could only watch Miyano Akemi with tears in their eyes.

Her aura of being from an "evil corporation," coupled with her extremely gentle tone, was the most terrifying thing in the world to these people.

I really regret being in the same country as Zheng Yi.

The negotiations went very smoothly.

……

On the street, two men dressed in suits and carrying briefcases, looking like office workers, were walking side by side. One of them looked somewhat cynical and lowered his voice to speak to his companion.

"Hey, did you hear? The chairman of Achiba Real Estate was taken away by the Osaka Prefectural Police this morning."

His companion sighed and nodded. "Sigh, I've heard. I never imagined that the 'Real Estate King of Waves' would stumble over something like this. But..."

He looked around to make sure there were no uniformed police officers or suspicious people nearby before lowering his voice even further.

"Don't you think all of this is too coincidental? Chairman Achiba just rejected Masakazu's 'kindness' and then was found to be involved in the concealment of a corpse. Isn't that a bit too 'lightning fast'?"

The cynical man sneered, his eyes full of mockery:
"Lightning speed? Isn't this just Young Master Zhengyi's usual tactic? Back in Tokyo, which of those disobedient entrepreneurs and competitors didn't disappear overnight like this? They were either arrested and imprisoned or died 'accidentally'."

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, spitting as he spoke: "I think that Chairman Achiba is a complete sucker!"

It must be that Masayuki had his eye on Achiba's real estate business. When Achiba refused to give it to him, he resorted to framing him!
"They say there's a corpse buried underground? I bet that corpse was buried there by the Zhengyi sect!"

His companion shuddered, saying with lingering fear, "But... this is too terrifying. That was Achiba, the association president! He's a person of considerable standing, and he was just......"

“What’s this!” the first man interrupted him.
"Have you forgotten what happened a few days ago? The bombing of that TV station building caused quite a stir in the city!"

With such a huge commotion, the police didn't even conduct a proper investigation. Now that Chairman Achiba is in trouble, they're immediately blaming him!

He leaned close to his companion's ear and whispered, "A relative of mine who works as a clerk in the Metropolitan Police Department secretly told me that Young Master Zhengyi was actually inside that building when the explosion happened!"

After he left the building, the police immediately received threatening letters. "This...this is outrageous!" His companion's voice trembled.

"Lawlessness? In Young Master Zhengyi's eyes, this is probably just commonplace," the man said casually.

"He used to do this all the time when he was in Tokyo! If a company didn't listen to him, that company's building would 'accidentally' catch fire or explode."

Then his construction company would take over the reconstruction project at the lowest price and make a fortune.

In the end, the 'criminals' the police catch are always inexplicable scapegoats!

He paused for a moment, looking around at the gloomy sky, as if an invisible pair of eyes were watching them from behind.

"Now that he's in Osaka, the landscape of Osaka is about to change. Those police... ha, I think they're no longer police, they're just Shoichi's lackeys in the Metropolitan Police Department!"
If Zheng Yi says to go east, they would never dare to go west. This time, Chairman Achiba is likely in grave danger.

We ordinary people should talk less and do more, and definitely avoid getting involved with this 'plague god'.

The two fell silent and quickened their pace.

Unbeknownst to the two, their conversation was being displayed on the large screen in the Osaka Prefectural Police's conference room.

Osaka Prefectural Police Conference Room.

Zheng Yi appeared relaxed and at ease. Instead of sitting in the guest seats, he strolled over to the projection screen with a smile on his lips.

"Please take a look, everyone." Zheng Yi spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly drowning out the hum of the air conditioner.

He snapped his fingers, and the screen behind him lit up instantly. It wasn't a photo of the crime scene, but a complex data flow graph, with countless points of light flashing, converging, and dissipating on the city map.

Zhengyi swiped his finger across the screen, and the map quickly focused on the location of the Satsuki Hall.

"This is a 'crime probability heat map' of Kensuke Achiba in the 72 hours before his arrest. The red area represents 'extremely high risk,' the orange area represents 'potential accomplices,' and the gray area..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the faces of every officer present.

"Gray represents ordinary citizens who are deemed non-threatening by our system."

"While you were still going through the files and searching for physical evidence."

My AI has calculated all of Achiha's behavioral motivations by analyzing his fund flows, call records, and even his searches for the keyword 'corpse decomposition cycle' on social media over the past three months.

As soon as he turned around, he leaned forward slightly, placed his hands on the table, and his tone became extremely seductive:
"Think about it, everyone. If this system had been deployed earlier, Mingqing Luxiong's body wouldn't have been buried there for five years."

We don't need to track down the killer after the explosion, nor do we need to find the motive after the murder.

We can pin him to the floor a second before he picks up the weapon.

Zheng Yi abruptly changed the subject, and the graph on the screen instantly switched to a real-time monitoring display.

It was those two office workers who had been talking about him on the street just now.

The images were automatically pixelated by AI, but their voices were clearly extracted and amplified, echoing in the conference room.

"...Young Master Zhengyi is a madman!" "The Osaka Prefectural Police are all his lackeys..." "He was also responsible for the TV station bombing..."

With each complaint from the two, a bright red "dangerous element" label appeared above their heads, along with a constantly rising "social harm index."

“Just now, right at that street corner,” Zheng Yi said, pointing to two passersby on the screen, “my AI system caught these two rats.”

They are spreading rumors about me and severely damaging the professional ethics of everyone present.

He looked at the police officers whose faces were ashen and shrugged: "Should I send the police to bring them back right now?"

According to AI analysis, these two individuals have a high potential for violence and might take revenge on society at any moment.

The police officers fell silent.

The fear of being monitored in every aspect, with no room to hide even private complaints, is more terrifying than any other threat.

But they wouldn't arrest those two passersby just because of that.

Otherwise, wouldn't this be a literary inquisition?
That further proves that they are Zhengyi's lackeys.

At the same time, he looked at the two passersby with pity and asked, "Why are you saying bad things about Zheng Yi in front of the camera?"
“Perhaps you think I’m exaggerating,” Masakazu said, sitting back in his chair and taking a sip of his coffee. “Then let’s take a look at Tokyo next door.”

"The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department now," Shoichi said with a smile.
"The police only need to 'arrest' people according to the coordinates given by the AI. They don't even need to take statements. The AI ​​has automatically generated perfect interrogation records and indictments."

Can interrogation records be generated without doing anything?

Isn't this creating a wrongful conviction?

If the Osaka Prefectural Police really use this system, what will the public say about us?

Zhengyi did not immediately reach a cooperation agreement with the Osaka Prefectural Police; they need some time to consider.

Inside the conference room, Hattori Heizo rubbed his head.

What a hassle.

The shareholders of Zhengyi's AI company include the Suzuki Group, the Ooka Group, Mitsui, and Sumitomo, which is very troublesome.

Ultimately, whether the Osaka Prefectural Police will use this AI for their work is not up to him.

If the Osaka Prefectural Police refuse, their budget will definitely be reduced significantly, and personnel transfers will become more frequent.

However, he wasn't too worried. He felt that the AI ​​system based on the silver standard wasn't as powerful as Zheng Yi had claimed, and was more like a tool for swindling money.

At most, this AI will only serve as the eyes and ears of those large conglomerates.

Anyway, they already have enough eyes, so one more AI won't make a difference.

After leaving the Osaka Prefectural Police, Masakazu scrolled through the images on his phone.

Why are there so many people talking badly about themselves?
I hate it when people talk badly about me behind my back.

"Hey, Conan."

"Brother Zhengyi?"

Zheng Yi smiled and said to the phone, "I sent you your phone, did you receive it?"

"Received." Conan nodded on the other end of the phone.

Zheng Yi said, "This is the latest AI phone developed by our company. It can display the Tokyo and Osaka areas, as well as potentially dangerous areas."

Shoichi explained to Conan the meanings behind the colors representing potentially dangerous areas, safe areas, and so on.

Then he lowered his voice and said, "With this, you can focus on those areas. It will be very convenient whether you're solving cases or preventing crime."

A potentially dangerous area, plus Conan, then it becomes a potentially dangerous area. (End of Chapter)