Conan, I'm an actor

The higher-ups decided to select undercover agents from police academies. These students had very little, if any, information about them within the public security system.

Upon receiving the news, he performed diligently and quickly earned the opportunity to infiltrate the criminal organization. He then disappeared from the police academy. Officially, it was said he was expelled, but his close friends from his class and their former teachers knew he left on a mission.

"Here, wipe it off, it's time to take your medicine." Yue Shui pulled a tissue from the table and handed it to Xin Cheng.

Xincheng wiped his nose with a tissue, and a bloodstain quickly appeared on the tissue. He sighed helplessly, took out a medicine bottle from his shirt pocket, and put two pills into his mouth.

"Speaking of which, are you really sure you'll have no problem going to Kyoto with your health like that?" Yue Shui frowned and said, "That medicine is for those with allergic reactions, are you...?"

"It's an old problem; I have a stent in my heart." Xincheng put the medicine bottle back in his shirt pocket. "As long as I take my medicine on time, there shouldn't be any problems."

Two weeks later, at the Shinkansen station

The combination of the three Mori trio and the three mischievous kids was so obvious that Shinjo recognized them as soon as they arrived at the station.

To avoid Kogoro Mouri recognizing him and causing unnecessary plot deviations, he led Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who was looking around, to the business class lounge.

"So, your friend is a police officer?" Nanatsuki Koshimizu asked with some curiosity.

"Probably. I haven't been in contact with him for a long time." Shinjo took out his laptop and started working. "There will be a lot of police officers present this time. Getting to know them won't hurt you as a detective. Don't you want to be a professional detective? Perhaps a police consultant could be your goal."

"Excuse me, how old is your friend?" Yue Shui asked with some curiosity.

"What? You want to find out my age? Dream on." Shinjo said very warily.

"I just don't believe you're an old man. After all, your face doesn't look older than 30." Yue Shui moved closer to Xin Cheng. "Even with the best skincare, there should still be some signs of aging on your face..."

"What's wrong with my face?" Xincheng couldn't help but shrink back, mainly because Yue Shui was too close, and he could feel the air Yue Shui was exhaling.

"You look younger than some college students in their twenties! I haven't seen you take care of yourself at all." Yue Shui pinched Xin Cheng's cheek as she spoke. "I'm so envious..."

Xincheng slapped her hand away, saying, "You have no manners! This is a public place, watch your image. You're a celebrity, how can you have no self-awareness at all?"

As the station announcement sounded, Shinjo and Koshimizu walked out of the lounge with their luggage. When they arrived at the platform, the Shinkansen was slowly pulling into the station. This double-decker train did not look like a product of this era.

Chapter 3 The Uncle Who Scares Children

Knowing the answer, Xincheng locked onto his target the moment he entered the business class carriage.

The short-haired woman was carrying a travel backpack and looked somewhat unnatural, glancing at her watch every now and then, as if she was waiting for someone.

"Yueshui, guess what's in these people's bags, or what they do for a living?" Shinjo asked the detective beside him.

“If he’s a young man, he’s wearing a gold Rolex on his wrist, and his clothes are very stylish. His profession probably requires him to dress appropriately. If the watch isn’t fake, then he’s probably a trader or a rich kid,” Yue Shui said, stroking his chin. “If it’s fake, then he’s probably a salesman.”

As he spoke, the young man had already taken out his laptop from his briefcase and started looking at the stock charts.

"Where's that lady over there?" Shinjo asked, pointing to his target.

“Although that woman concealed it well, she was very nervous. She wasn’t carrying her travel bag on her back, but holding it to her chest,” Yue Shui said, stroking her chin. “It must be something valuable, and something very important to her.”

“I bet it’s cash.” Shinjo’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “At least 100 million yen. Shall we bet?”

"What a joke, who carries that much cash around these days..." Koshimizu Nanatsuki suddenly stopped mid-sentence, giving Shinjo a strange look. "You wouldn't happen to have a crush on her, would you? Trying to get information from me to find the right remedy..."

"What on earth are you thinking?" Shinjo tapped Yue Shui on the head. "Seriously. Some shady deals are conducted in cash. Bank transactions are safe and convenient, but they're also easy to get caught."

"That makes sense, but how do you know it's cash? What about precious metals?"

“There’s security outside the station. They can definitely scan metal, but cash won’t be checked too strictly. Besides, these are all just my guesses. I’m asking you because I’m not sure.” As he spoke, Shinjo adjusted the back of his chair. “Later, you and I will take turns keeping an eye on her. I suspect she’s connected to a certain case.”

"You have no evidence."

"If there's no evidence, then find some. We'll take turns keeping an eye on her, and be careful." He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

The train conductor came over to ask if they needed drinks or food, and Yue Shui ordered a set meal and green tea. As for him, he politely declined, saying he wanted to eat in the dining car.

The train slowly started moving and soon passed a station. The woman remained seated without moving, and there was no one next to her.

Koshimizu looked at Shinjo with amusement. "Uncle, your reasoning skills don't seem to be very good, do they?"

As the train slowly started moving, the phone rang. The woman took out her phone, said a few words, and then walked out of the carriage with her travel bag.

"You're too hasty. Patience is the most important thing for a detective." Shinjo patted Kosui on the shoulder. "I haven't eaten yet, I'm going to the dining car first."

How did you know it was a food truck?

"There are many people."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No need." Shinjo said, having already left his seat.

This woman's targets were Gin and Vodka, both ruthless killers. If they found out that it was Yue Shui who ruined their plans, Yue Shui's life might be in danger. This time, she just needs to be a mascot; let Conan and Kogoro Mouri take the blame.

In the dining car, Shinjou quickly spotted Gin and Vodka, with the woman sitting opposite them.

Xincheng walked right past their table, sat at the second table behind them, ordered a train set meal, and started drinking tea.

The transaction at the table opposite went smoothly; the exchange of the travel bag and suitcase was completed in just a few minutes, and the woman left the food cart with a relieved expression on her face.

Gin and Vodka also left their seats, but as they passed Shinjo's table, Gin paused, and his gaze met Shinjo's.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Vodka, who was walking in front, asked with some confusion.

"It's nothing, I just thought of someone." Gin looked away and chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Maybe I'm overthinking it. That person died in the fire a year ago. Besides, his activities were mainly in North America. Maybe I'm just paranoid."

Upon hearing this, Xincheng broke out in a cold sweat. Was this guy born in the Year of the Dog? After not seeing him for several years, he almost recognized him on their first meeting.

You should know that he has had extensive surgery on his face, so even his former acquaintances couldn't recognize him at first glance.

After finishing his meal, Xincheng sat down and closed his eyes to rest. He was waiting for a certain little brat to come over.

Soon, Conan entered the business class compartment, but before he could do anything, a large hand grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him aside.

"Big brother, what are you doing?" Conan looked at the young man in front of him with some confusion.

"Pretending to be a child must be tiring," Shinjo whispered in Conan's ear. "Great Detective, Shinichi Kudo."

Conan's expression suddenly changed. He had only told Professor Agasa that he was Shinichi Kudo. How did this guy know?

Could it be that he's an accomplice of those men in black? Did they meet here? But if he is, why didn't those guys named Gin and Vodka recognize him? And there's no black briefcase with him.

Shinjo nodded in satisfaction as he looked at Conan, who was filled with self-doubt.

In order to avoid implicating Nanatsuki Koshimizu, he chose to find Shinichi Kudo to be his scapegoat.

Since I'm going to be a detective's assistant anyway, what difference does it make whose assistant I am?

"Who are you?" Conan finally managed to regain his composure.

"We're almost at the station, they should be getting off soon, taking that cash with them," Xincheng said with a smile. "Great Detective, the choice is yours: save these passengers or solve your physical problems."

"This……"

“Those two guys are extremely dangerous. They like to carry guns when they go out,” Shinjo whispered in Conan’s ear. “This is the Shinkansen. There are security checks when you enter the station, which means they don’t have guns right now. This is a rare opportunity to catch them.”

Conan's face showed a conflicted expression. He knew very well that what the mysterious man in front of him said was very likely true, and that the group of desperados might really have guns.

"Have you thought it through?" Shinjo asked Conan with a leisurely air.

"I've made up my mind. I'm going to save all the passengers on this bus," Conan said with utmost seriousness.

“Then let’s wait a bit longer, until they get off the train. There are many types of bombs. Judging from their personality, it’s probably either remote-controlled or sensor-activated. If the train stops now, they might detonate the bomb directly.” Shinjo leaned back in his chair. “In the detective profession, you have to learn patience.”

It was 2:40 PM quickly, and the train had already left the platform some distance away.

At this moment, Xincheng took out a small notebook from his bag and then left his seat.

Chapter 4: Kogoro the Professional Scapegoat

"Where are you going?" Conan asked anxiously, looking in the direction of Shinjo, which didn't seem to be the woman.

“I’m a police officer. I just received information that there’s a bomb on this train.” Shinjo showed his badge as he spoke. “This bomb is remotely and sensor-activated, so please tell the conductor to stop at a nearby small station. Evacuate the passengers, slow down and stop the train in advance, and avoid causing excessive tremors.”

"Okay." After checking the documents, the train conductor immediately went to the driver's cab.

After doing all this, Xincheng went directly to the woman, showed her identification, and asked her to hand over the suitcase.

The woman was startled when she saw that it was the police, but she still cooperated by taking out her black briefcase.

Just as she was about to open it, Shinjo suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Don't open the box. If you do, everyone on this bus will be sent flying." Xincheng said, having already taken the box.

A toolbox appeared in his hand at some point. He took out a toolbox and started disassembling the box, starting from the hinge.

The moment Shinjo got his hands on it, he noticed some marks on the hinge of the box, indicating that the bomb had been inserted through this area.

As his left eye began to burn slightly, the entire box became completely transparent, and the structure and components of the bomb inside appeared in his mind. After skillfully disassembling the two hinges, a simple bomb appeared before him, Koshimizu, Conan, and the woman.

"This...this...how is this possible! They said there was information about gold inside." Although the woman didn't know what the yellow solid was, the various colored wires and the countdown timer inside made her feel deeply uneasy.

Just then, the train police arrived. They panicked the moment they saw the bomb, and someone went to the driver's cab to urge the train conductor to stop the train again.

A dozen minutes later, the train stopped at a small platform.

"What are you planning to do?" Yue Shui looked at the new city in front of her, and she felt that the new city was a little unfamiliar.

“You guys should evacuate with the other passengers. I’m going to defuse the bomb here,” Shinjo said. “If we fail, this train will be sent flying.”

"Can't we just detonate it?" Conan asked hesitantly.

“Physical evidence, fingerprints are a very important clue.” Xincheng had already put on gloves as he spoke. “There’s a countdown timer on this, and a mercury sensor. When the countdown ends, the circuit will be powered on, which is the timed detonation method. As for this mercury sensor, it’s for inductive detonation.”

"Induction detonation?"

"See this mercury ball here? Normally, the mercury ball is in contact with the longer end, and the circuit is open. But if it tipes over or experiences a violent shock, the mercury ball will contact the shorter end, and the circuit will be energized." As Shinjo spoke, he pointed with a screwdriver at the two wires in front of him. "These two wires are connected to the switch on the suitcase. As long as the switch is pressed, the circuit will be energized, and the bomb will still detonate. It's pretty simple. I didn't expect those guys to be so bad at making bombs."

"Is that simple?" Yue Shui exploded. "You just took apart something so dangerous. Shouldn't you have found a place to dump it off the bus?"

Xincheng ignored Yue Shui and turned to the pale-faced woman. "After this is over, I'll ask you to turn yourself in. If you want to live, it's best to stay in prison for a few months. Those people know you're not dead, and they might kill you to cover it up. Remember to change your name after you get out, and don't live in the same place anymore. These things shouldn't be a problem for a rich man like you, right?"

The woman's face was somewhat pale, but she still nodded.

When she saw the bomb, she was devastated. Perhaps going to prison was the safest option; no matter how rampant those people were, they wouldn't dare break into a prison and kill someone.

"Big sister, who exactly are those people?" Conan asked immediately.

“I don’t know either. I own a gold shop,” the woman said dejectedly. “They told me they had information about gold and offered 100 million yen. We’ve worked together a few times before; their information is very accurate, and the transactions went smoothly, so I agreed to this deal. I tried to find out their identities, but they warned me. I think they might be high-ranking officials at a bank and would be very wary of their identities being exposed, so I didn’t investigate further.”

Conan's face showed disappointment, but the next second, his face turned green.

At that moment, Xincheng had already picked up the needle-nose pliers and started cutting the wires. In ten seconds, he had cut two wires, and then he started cutting the third one without hesitation.