Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Ai speaks up for herself.

Zheng Yi was very satisfied.

I massaged Ai's face for a long time before letting go.

After dinner, Masakazu, Ai, and Koyo returned to their room. Masakazu sincerely expressed his gratitude to Ai.

Ai placed her hands on Shoichi's arms.

They struggled to resist his brutality.

But he couldn't fight city hall, and could only be humiliated and bullied by Zheng Yi in front of Hongye.

After watching Ai being bullied for a while, Hongye finally asked:
"Ai, why are you suddenly speaking up for Masakazu today?"

Her face showed curiosity.

Normally, Ai would always speak ill of Masakazu in front of her.

“Because she finally saw through me,” Zheng Yi said.

Ai has seen through my true nature and discovered that I am a thoroughly good person.

Hongye curled her lip, not believing such nonsense.

She suspected that Ai and Shoichi had made some kind of deal in private.

For example, let Ai enjoy more holidays.

Buy Ai some bags or similar items.

Hongye pinched Xiao Ai's nose.

So you've been won over?

They have absolutely no backbone.

I look down on you.

Ai snorted and dodged Hongye's hand.

What do you know?
Ai's indifferent demeanor only made Momiji more excited.

She grabbed Ai's arm and, with great effort, finally got her fill of touching.

Under Ai's angry gaze, Momiji asked Masakazu:

"Are you really like what Ito said? You commit crimes by manipulating Reiko invisibly?"

This technique sounds very clever.

At least, Hongye had never heard of a crime with a more sophisticated method than this.

That's pretty cool.

Zheng Yi blinked, nodded, and then quickly shook his head.

This action left Hongye puzzled.

"So is that true or not?" Hongye asked.

Zheng Yi said in a low voice, "Anyway, if you ask, then it's definitely not."

So that's it?

The composed smile on Hongye's face froze instantly.

Her eyes widened suddenly, her pupils contracting violently from extreme surprise.

She opened her mouth slightly in disbelief, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out; only her chest rose and fell slightly with her rapid breathing.

His gaze was fixed on everything happening before him, as if he were witnessing something that defied all understanding.

This method is too bizarre.

This method of killing people from thousands of miles away without them even realizing it is incredibly powerful.

No wonder no one could find any clues.

Ai glanced at Momiji's expression and then at the somewhat enigmatic Shoichi.

He curled his lips.

They didn't explain anything clearly, letting these people speculate wildly.

Zheng Yi has a really twisted sense of humor.

Hongye seemed convinced of her guess, and she asked Zhengyi:

"Now that everyone knows your methods of killing, aren't you at risk of being exposed?"

"I've never killed anyone, so what risk is there of being exposed?" Zheng Yi said nonchalantly.

Zheng Yi took a piece of candy out of his pocket, tore off the coating, and put it to Ai's lips.

Ai rolled her eyes at Masakazu.

Zheng Yi quickly took the candy away and then put it in front of Xiao Ai's mouth.

Ai looked at Shoichi as if she were looking at an idiot.

Do you really think of me as a child?
Can I be amused by a single piece of candy?
And even if my body were to match my age, I wouldn't play those childish games with you.

Seeing that Masakazuki was still in the mood to tease Ai, Koyo reached out and snatched the candy from his hand, then stuffed it into her own mouth.

She said indistinctly:

"Aren't you worried? There will definitely be traces left after doing it, right?"

"Do you think that even if they find traces, those things can't convict you?"

Hongye looked at Zhengyi with curiosity.

She really wanted to see Zheng Yi in prison clothes.

That would probably have a unique flavor.

“If it wasn’t done, where would the traces come from?” Zheng Yi said.

With a forceful bite, Hongye crushed the candy in her mouth and looked at Zhengyi with an indifferent expression.

They're fearless and not afraid at all.

Is he very confident in his own arrangements?

Hongye asked, "Aren't you afraid that your subordinates who handle these matters for you will betray you?"

Before Zheng Yi could answer, Hong Ye seemed to remember something.

She looked at Ai, who was being teased by Masakazu, and her eyes suddenly became wise.

Without warning, Hongye pulled Xiao Ai into her arms and tightened her embrace.

Xiao Ai looked completely bewildered.

You were just quite interested in Zheng Yi's crimes, so why did you suddenly take me away?

Suddenly, Ai seemed to have thought of something as well.

A dark line appeared on her forehead.

Then, in an annoyed, childlike voice, she questioned Hongye:
"What kind of nonsense are you thinking about?"

"No need to say anything, Ai, I understand." Hongye said, holding Ai in her arms.

Zheng Yi has hostages in his hands, so he is not afraid of betrayal by his subordinates.

Ai's older sister, ostensibly a high-ranking executive in Zheng Yi's company, actually helps Zheng Yi handle those shady matters.

To guard against her betrayal, Zheng Yi took her younger sister into his home to take care of her.

Then he even made his younger sister change her name.

Even if Ai's older sister's actions are exposed in the future, it won't implicate her younger sister.

Instead, he will continue to be taken care of by Zheng Yi.

Today, Ai Haibara spoke up for Shoichi.

It's just a case of loving the house because of its owner.

Her sister was helping Zheng Yi do bad things, so of course she wanted to embellish it.

Ai shifted slightly in Kouye's arms, and said with dissatisfaction:
"I know what you're thinking, but the truth is definitely not what you think."

Hongye loosened her grip on Xiao Ai's hand.

“You don’t even know what I’m thinking, so how do you know it’s different?” Hongye asked.

Ai said with a straight face, "You seem too easy to guess."

What's on your mind can't be hidden on your face.

Zhengyi also has a personality that makes it impossible for him to hide his feelings.

Ai glanced at him and knew that Shoichi was definitely up to no good.

But don't know why.

Others, upon seeing Zheng Yi's face, always thought that his enigmatic smile was unfathomable.

Those guys always like to complicate things.

Zhengyi, who is not even twenty years old, is not considered an adult in Japan.

How unfathomable is it?

Ai slipped out of Kureha's arms, straightened her disheveled clothes, and said to Kureha:

"It's too late, you should go to sleep."

The thing you should do most is go to sleep, instead of staying here and overthinking.

But Hongye is now prone to overthinking.

She ignored the little adult Ai and continued speaking to Masakazu:

“Your method of committing the crime looks really cool. Don’t you like making movies? Why don’t you adapt your story and make it into a movie?” Hongye asked curiously. “Anyway, the police already know what you did.”

If it were made into a movie, there should be a market for it, right?
"Your suggestion is very good." Zheng Yi nodded seriously.

Ai looked at the two serious-looking people and really wanted to complain.

Is that enough?
What's so interesting about filming this?

They just threw a little boy into someone's house, and that person died inexplicably?

This is definitely not possible.

Do you think this is 1945?

"I feel the movie is still lacking something," Zheng Yi said.

Ai nodded.

It seems that Zheng Yi hasn't completely gone mad yet; he still retains some semblance of rationality.

Zheng Yi, who had been lazily leaning back in his chair, had somehow sat up straight.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes, which always held a hint of amusement and detachment, were now focused intently on the table.

He's become so profound, it's unlike him at all.

Ai looked at Masakazu with a puzzled expression.

What nonsense are you thinking about now? Are you still considering the possibility of turning your experiences into a movie?

Zheng Yi unconsciously pinched his brow with his index and middle fingers.

His brows weren't tightly furrowed, but rather slightly furrowed.

After a long while, he slowly released his fingers that were pinching his brow and gently massaged the bridge of his nose.

He began by saying, "I think making it into a movie is not a very serious matter."

"So serious?" Xiao Ai frowned.

Why did you think of this word?

Zheng Yi said to the two of them, "Look, those who have achieved great success are all authors."

"My films don't look as sophisticated as other people's."

Look at the other people.

He either writes "The First Half of My Life" or "My Struggle," and Zheng Yi feels that making movies doesn't quite showcase his style.

He should also write an autobiography.

Ai was speechless.

You, writing an autobiography?
Do you deserve it?
Hongye also looked at Zhengyi with a twitching mouth.

She simply suggested that Zheng Yi adapt his own experience and make it into a movie.

After all, didn't Zheng Yi used to really enjoy doing this kind of thing?
To let the public see their evil and despicable nature.

Let them angrily curse Zheng Yi as evil and cruel in the movie theater, and then give Zheng Yi money.

but now.

It seems that movies can no longer satisfy Zhengyi's pursuit of art.

He wants to write an autobiography.

Hongye muttered under her breath, "But if you write an autobiography, you might not make any money."

Ai also looked at Masakazu with disdain and said:

"How dare you write an autobiography? Your life should have started with starting a business in Japan and becoming more exciting."

Ai counted on her fingers and said, "But all in all, it hasn't even been a year. What do you have to write about?"

"Not even a year?" Zheng Yi muttered to himself.

Ai noticed that Masakazu seemed surprised that he had only been running his business for less than a year.

It is believed that he was also aware of this problem.

So he continued, "So, what kind of autobiography are you writing?"

Zheng Yi rubbed Ai's head and said, "It's been less than a year and I've become this amazing. It's practically a miracle."

"Then I really need to write an autobiography so that young people in Japan will admire me."

Within a year, so many industries have supported so many people.

Zheng Yi felt like he was a superman.

Ai's mouth was slightly open, unsure of what to say.

Why did your own words of dissuasion become Zheng Yi's motivation?
Xiao Ai couldn't help but say, "You'd better stop writing. Your writing skills are terrible."

She had read the script that Zheng Yi hadn't polished before.

That level,
All I can say is that anyone who has received a proper education writes better than him.

The editors who polished and refined the script before Zheng Yi were quite skilled at crafting a coherent script from scattered prompts.

"Don't look down on me. My script has already proven my ability."

Zheng Yi tapped Ai's head with his finger, causing her to fall directly into Hongye's arms.

Ai blushed as her head rested on a warm spot.

Zheng Yi said, "However, writing a book by myself is really too tiring. What do you think about me hiring a ghostwriter?"

"Not very good," Ai said, pouting.

Zheng Yi seemed not to hear him and continued:

"How is Yusaku Kudo?"

Ai wanted to punch Masakazu.

Since you don't respect my opinion, why did you ask me in the first place?

hateful!

"Wait, Yusaku Kudo?" Kouyou asked Shoichi in surprise.

"How could a writer of this caliber possibly ghostwrite for someone else?"

Hongye recalled Zhengyi's father's actions of urging him to update the story back then.

Is Shoichi also planning to kidnap Kudo Yusaku and bring him to his home, refusing to feed him unless he becomes a ghostwriter?

Seeing Momiji's expression, Masakazu explained, "Something happened at Kudo Yusaku's house, and he needs a lot of money. He might agree to my request."

"What's going on?" Hongye asked with a gossipy look on her face.

Zheng Yi said, "His son has a serious illness and needs a lot of money for treatment."

Hongye looked puzzled.

Bestselling authors like Yusaku Kudo are very wealthy.

What kind of illness could make him abandon his dignity and become a ghostwriter to make money?

Hongye continued to ask curiously, "So which hospital does his son go to for treatment? Why is he so greedy with his money?"

This hospital definitely needs to be highlighted.

I definitely can't go there and be taken advantage of in the future.

"It's not very expensive," Zhengyi said.

Before Zheng Yi traveled through time, Conan was still being serialized, and they were still stuck in their first year.

This must be because an antidote has not yet been developed.

Masayuki glanced at Ai, who was vacationing here, and realized that the inability to develop an antidote was definitely not because Ai wasn't trying hard enough.

It must be because Conan is reluctant to spend money.

Therefore, Zheng Yi learned from its failures and increased its investment.

"Isn't it expensive?" Hongye complained. "Even Kudo Yusaku can't afford it. I'm afraid there aren't many people in the world who can cure it."

“It’s a very rare and complex disease,” Zheng Yi said.

He glanced at Ai and said, "It's probably incurable in this lifetime."

Xiao Ai glared angrily at Zheng Yi.

It can definitely be cured.

She didn't want to always be a child, being bullied by Zheng Yi and teased by her older sister.

Ai has decided that once she gets back, she will work even harder to develop the antidote as soon as possible.

Think so.

Ai took out a deck of cards and said to Masakazu and Koyo:
"Alright, let's not talk about that autobiography and Yusaku Kudo anymore."

"What we need to do now is play cards."

Work hard when you get back; for now, let's just have fun.

We can't let what happens later spoil our enjoyment of playing now.

“Okay,” Hongye said with a smile.

She looked at Zheng Yi with dissatisfaction and said, "This time, everyone should play cards honestly and not use any underhanded methods."

Hongye even stretched out her hand and waved.

If you cheat again, I'll chop your hand off.

"Come, come, come." (End of Chapter)