Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

The sun was blinding at Los Angeles International Airport.

Wearing sunglasses, Senju Shunji hurried out of the VIP passage.

Just as he boarded the plane to leave Japan, he was still thinking about how Masakazu would deal with Tsuchimon Yasuhiro.

That's a tough nut to crack.

He had thought it would be a journey that would last a week or even until near the end before he could return.

However, the moment he turned on his computer, an encrypted email appeared in his inbox.

With trembling fingertips, Senzu Junji opened the email and abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Tokiwa is dead, and Tsuchimon has retreated.

When Qiantou took off his sunglasses, his eyes, which always gleamed with calculation, were now filled with pure shock.

"Is this... Zheng Yi's speed and energy?"

Senju Junji muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

Before boarding his flight at Tokyo Airport, he received only news of Tokiwa's death.

After just a few hours of flight, their biggest rival, Tsuchimon, withdrew from the race.

what does this mean?
He was elected without a vote.

This situation is extremely rare in the modern political history of Japan.

Especially in elections for core power institutions like the House of Representatives, parties will send candidates even if they know they are doomed to lose, in order to secure party subsidies and a sense of political presence.

However, in some special, remote local councils, the bizarre phenomenon of "one person running for office while everyone else abstains" does indeed occur.

And now, this miracle, which only exists in textbooks, has descended upon him, Sento Shunji.

"I... I'm going to become a member of parliament directly?"

A surge of ecstasy overwhelmed him, making him almost unable to stand.

"Zhengyi acted so quickly, was it really necessary for me to come to America this time?"

Just as Senju Junji was lost in thought, his phone vibrated again.

An anonymous email told him to return to Japan.

Senju Junji stared at the screen, his lips twitching slightly.

He even felt that this was Zhengyi's perverse sense of humor.

"As expected, I didn't need to come out at all, right?"

But he certainly wouldn't dare to have any objections in front of Zheng Yi.

He was able to become a member of parliament thanks to Zheng Yi's efforts.

Moreover, even after becoming a member of the House of Representatives, he dared not provoke Zheng Yi.

He's just a member of the House of Representatives; it's not like Zheng Yi hasn't killed people before.

"Matsumoto," Junji Senzu turned around and roared at his secretary behind him, "Book me a flight back to Japan right now! The fastest one!"

……

Meanwhile, in Tokyo.

Conan was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, holding a carton of warm milk that Shoichi had handed him.

“Brother Zhengyi,” Conan put down the milk carton, his tone serious, “Tokiwa is dead, and Tsuchimon Koki has also given up his candidacy for senator.”

So, the one who's about to be 'elected without a vote,' Junji Senzu, is the one connected to the organization, right?

Zheng Yi leaned back on the sofa, shaking a glass of soda water with clinking ice cubes in his hand: "Very likely."

Zheng Yi's answer remained ambiguous.

Conan looked up, his eyes fixed intently on Zheng Yi: "Zheng Yi, did the people you sent to protect Tsuchimon Kang Hui clash with the organization?"

"We clashed." Zheng Yi said calmly, "At the press conference at Beihu Park, my people discovered the heat source signal of a high-precision sniper rifle, so we abruptly ended the interview and 'invited' Tsuchimon away."

A glint of light flashed in Conan's eyes.

"Damn it!" Conan slammed his fist on the carpet, making a dull thud.

"They actually let someone from the organization become a member of the House of Representatives! This is terrible!"
"Brother Zhengyi, do you have any way to stop Senzu Junji from being elected?"

Shoichi helplessly shrugged, "Conan, you overestimate me. How could I possibly have the ability to manipulate national political elections?" Conan looked at Shoichi's innocent expression and sighed inwardly.

He realized he had indeed lost his mind in his haste and had put Zheng Yi Ge in a very difficult position.

However, Conan was not discouraged.

"I'm going to investigate Senju Junji!" Conan stood up and said with high spirits.

Zheng Yi expressed his support verbally, and he had nothing to worry about.

Now, Junji Senzu no longer needs to give speeches to garner votes.

Moreover, he's about to be elected as a member of parliament, so he's very busy and Conan won't be able to see him at all.

How can an investigation be conducted if we can't meet in person?

How to carry out an "assassination"?
"Okay, good luck, Conan," Shoichi encouraged. "But be careful."

"Don't worry, Brother Zhengyi!" Conan patted his chest and assured him.

Zheng Yi abruptly changed the subject: "By the way, Conan, have you found anything about Tokiwa's death?"

Conan shook his head: "It's just a regular murder case, it has nothing to do with the organization."

"Oh, I see," Zheng Yi replied.

Conan looked at Shoichi, but a strong sense of guilt suddenly welled up in his heart.

He scratched his head, his eyes darting around, avoiding Zheng Yi's gaze.

Conan stammered, "If it weren't for your help, my signal transmitter and listening device would definitely have been discovered by the police. Thank you."

"It's no trouble at all, just a small favor." Zheng Yi waved his hand dismissively. "We're friends, aren't we?"

Hearing Shoichi say that, Conan felt even more guilty.

Because he entrusted the task to Brother Zhengyi, Changzong acted somewhat strangely.

After Choso's unusual behavior, the police began to suspect that the case was related to Shoichi.

After the police became suspicious, the media and the public began to confirm that it was related to Zheng Yi.

It's all because of him that Zheng Yi Ge has been unfairly blamed again.

The fact that Brother Zheng is acting so nonchalant now is just a facade of strength.

"Brother Zhengyi, don't be sad." Conan suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhengyi with a firm gaze.

"I know everyone has wronged you, and you must be feeling terrible. I will definitely find a way to clear your name!"

Seeing Conan's serious expression, Zheng Yi didn't dare to laugh.

"Okay, I'll be waiting then," Zheng Yi said with a smile.

Zheng Yi added, "However, it doesn't matter if we can't clear our names."

You should focus on your own affairs. Compared to the organization's matters, my little matter is insignificant.

Conan shook his head.

This is no small matter.

If someone keeps accusing me of being a bad person, I will definitely feel extremely uncomfortable.

Putting myself in his shoes, Brother Zhengyi was indeed just pretending to be strong.

Having decided what to do next, Conan didn't hesitate and immediately said goodbye to Shoichi.

Shoichi feigned concern and told Conan that if he encountered any difficulties, he should tell him, and he would help him solve them.

Conan nodded firmly and left with a deeply moved expression.

But I've also made up my mind.

This time, I must rely on myself and not cause any more trouble for Brother Zhengyi.

After Conan left, Ai Haibara, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, came out.

She glanced at Zheng Yi, her face flushed as she suppressed a laugh.

Zheng Yi is still too wicked. (End of Chapter)