Conan, I'm an actor

“That’s true.” Johnson suddenly lowered his voice and asked, “By the way, do you know what your employer is doing with all those security systems?”

Dr. Agasa stopped paying attention to his engineer friend, firstly because his question violated professional ethics, and secondly because he genuinely didn't know why Shinjo had prepared so many security measures.

Just then, his phone rang.

"Conan, is there something you need?" Professor Agasa asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Doctor, can I come to your house?" Conan's somewhat agitated voice came through the receiver. "Uncle Mori is investigating an extramarital affair case and won't let me stay at home."

Where is Xiaolan?

"She's not home because the karate club has an event."

Professor Agasa had already imagined Conan looking utterly hopeless as he followed Uncle Mori investigating the affair, and he expressed his sympathy, saying, "I'm sorry, I really don't have time lately. I'm busy with a project outside."

"Okay..." Conan said weakly from the other side, "Now all I can do is pray that Uncle finishes this quickly."

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye, and Ochiai was waiting in his car at the entrance of the Koshimizu Detective Agency early in the morning.

“Uncle Ochiai, do you need to see Mr. Shinjo? Would you like to come in and sit for a while?” Narumi said with a smile as she looked at Ochiai, who was waiting at the door. “Mr. Shinjo likes to sleep in late and he usually doesn’t get up before ten o’clock.”

"Who are you saying won't get up before 10 o'clock?" A malicious voice rang out behind Dr. Chengshi.

Narumi's expression was somewhat stiff, and Ochiai in front of him shrugged helplessly, indicating that he couldn't help.

"Get in the car. We're meeting a very important person today. This person needs a medical check-up, so you'll be the one to receive him," Shinjo said, patting Sung-sik on the shoulder.

"Okay." Cheng Shi replied somewhat stiffly. After getting into the car, he was so nervous that he couldn't even insert the seatbelt.

Ochiai looked at Narumi with some sympathy. He had reacted the same way when he was first threatened by Shinjo. It seemed that Dr. Narumi still needed to get used to his boss's style of doing things.

"The person you're meeting is Kenzo Masuyama, a giant in the automotive and financial industries, who holds shares in Japan's three major automakers." Shinjo handed the documents directly to Narumi. "Get familiar with him first, and be careful what you say. Try to reveal as little information about me as possible."

"This……"

"You should have seen them that night on Moonshadow Island, and this person was one of them."

"Such a dangerous guy..."

“Because there are some things I need his help with, and you’re so simple, and my identity hasn’t been exposed yet,” Xincheng said, rubbing his temples. “That group has a huge influence, and we can only defeat them from within.”

Narumi's mind raced. Fighting against a criminal gang, not the police, and even the Superintendent General of Police couldn't shut down a detective agency—could this Mr. Shinjo be a secret agent? Thinking this, he immediately shut his mouth and began to familiarize himself with Masuyama Kenzo's information.

Seeing that Chengshi was getting into the zone, Xincheng breathed a sigh of relief. Then he also tried to get into the zone, but after resting for more than half a year, his brain had become rusty, and he couldn't think of a good way to subdue Pisk for a while.

When they arrived at the hospital, they learned that Kenzo Masuyama had already arrived and was waiting in the reception room.

Upon hearing this news, Xincheng frowned. Logically, Pisco should have been waiting for the doctor he had arranged to receive him. He went straight into the reception room, acting as if the hosts were the guests.

"Is it possible that everyone in this hospital is one of their people, and we're the outsiders?" Cheng Shi asked somewhat timidly.

Xincheng sighed. It seemed the situation was worse than he had imagined. It was likely that Rum and the organization had infiltrated the hospital quite thoroughly. Even if he had been shot, he wouldn't dare have surgery here.

Upon entering the reception room, Shinjo immediately spotted Pisco sitting on the sofa smoking.

Shinjo extended his hand. "Let me introduce myself. I am Shinjo Tetsuo, codename Cognac."

“Pisco, real name Kenzo Masuyama.” Pisco extended his hand and shook hands with Shinjo politely.

“Pisco, to be frank, I need an invitation to Matsumoto Sayuri’s wedding,” Shinjo said directly. “She’s the daughter of Superintendent Matsumoto, and she’s getting married soon.”

"You want to send a congratulatory gift to Superintendent Matsumoto?" Kenzo Masuyama frowned. "Don't waste your money. We have our own people in the Metropolitan Police Department, and even in the Public Security Bureau, quite a few of them. There's no need to establish another network. Besides, I've heard of Superintendent Matsumoto; he's a stubborn guy."

Shinjo's lips twitched. Although he had long expected that the organization had moles planted in the Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Bureau, hearing Pisco admit it was a different matter.

“I know the organization’s methods of winning people over; it’s nothing more than blackmailing them with dirt and offering bribes,” Xincheng said slowly. “Once the drug is developed, there should be another one available.”

"Medicine? What medicine!" Piske suddenly stood up.

“Of course it is…” Shinjo suddenly looked at Pisk warily, “It’s nothing.”

“Tell me, what medicine?” Pisco stared at New City and asked. “This hospital may be yours, but the people inside are mine. With just one order, they will kill you all.”

"Do you dare?" Xincheng laughed, pulling open his shirt to reveal the electrode patch on his chest. "It's a bit old-fashioned, but it works quite well. If my heart stops beating, this hospital will explode. Guess if I take you with me?"

Chapter 44 No Other Choice Piske

Pisco stared at the new city in front of him for a long time before finally sitting back down in his seat. "Gin was right, you're a madman."

"It seems Gin and you have a good relationship; he even leaked this kind of information to you." Shinjo slowly buttoned up his shirt, waiting for Pisco's offer.

Name your price.

"You really want to know?"

Seeing the ambiguous smile in Shinjo's eyes, Pisco hesitated. His intuition, honed by years of walking the line between danger and reality, told him he shouldn't know. But his curiosity had been piqued, and even knowing the secret would bring him danger, he wanted to know.

“I’ve heard of that drug.” Pisco sank into the sofa, seemingly in a state of despair. “I’m an old acquaintance of the Miyano couple. They told me about that drug before. I remember they told me before the accident that it had been developed, something like Silver Bullet, but they died in a fire soon after.”

Before Pisco could finish speaking, a Glock 18 appeared in Newtown's hand. Without even aiming, he fired at several corners of the conference room.

His actions startled Pisco, who immediately raised his gun and pointed it at the cognac in front of him. Only when he saw that the cognac's muzzle was not pointed at him did he lower his gun.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, we just dealt with some eavesdropping bugs," Xincheng said with a smile. "It's better not to leave a record of this kind of thing, otherwise, you and I will both be doomed."

“Is it that serious?” Piske was stunned.

“Yes. The silver bullet has indeed been developed, and some people have already taken it. Besides, you should have heard of her name,” Shinjo said with a smile.

"Who?" Pisco stared at New Town's smiling face, then searched his mind for possible candidates. After a long pause, he tentatively uttered a name, "Vermouth?"

“Bingo! But speaking of which, she hasn’t looked any different all these years. Haven’t you ever had any doubts?” Shinjo said with a smile. “She was doing just fine as Sharon Vineyard. Why would she fabricate another one, Chris Vineyard? Haven’t you considered that?”

Pisco's eyes gleamed with greed. He was old, though not yet on the verge of death, but the years had left their mark on him, making him less and less capable.

If there were a drug that could grant eternal youth, or even immortality, he would do anything to obtain it, even if it meant committing a crime against Vermouth…

"The drug data and the drugs produced were destroyed in the fire, but Shiho Miyano should be able to recover soon, although the effects are still unstable." Shinjo took out a bright red pill from his pocket. "Want to try it?"

"what is this?"

“The improved version of APTX-4869 surpasses the original drug. It’s a product that inherits the legacy of Silver Bullet research and is more stable than the organization’s drugs,” Shinjo said with a smile. “Taking it might kill you or turn you into a child. In either case, you’ll lose your current power and influence. You can only inherit your property through special means, and you’ll lose all your status.”

“Inheriting wealth and status, you are…” Pisco suddenly realized something, “You inherit Jiang Xiaobai’s wealth, you are Jiang Xiaobai, you took the drug! That’s why your appearance has changed so much!”

As he spoke, he had already drawn his pistol and aimed it at Xincheng's heart.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, think about the transmitter here." Shinjo pointed to his chest and said, "Want to take a gamble? Let's see if it detonates instantly or with a delay."

“You want to kill me, don’t you?” Pisco had already retreated to the window. “As long as I leave here, your safety is not guaranteed. I can kill you, or I can tell Gin about this, and Gin would be happy to get rid of you. And you will never let that happen, so I must die, right?”

"As expected of Pisco, he found a solution so quickly," Shinjo said, clapping. "Simple, brutal, but highly efficient. Now, guess what Gin will do to me after I've taken care of you?"

“This…” Pisco was stunned for a moment. He really didn’t know how to answer this question.

"I'm the kind of person who likes to use my brain and doesn't really like fighting and killing, really." Shinjo looked at Pisk with a sincere expression.

Pisco's train of thought was interrupted. Looking at the guy's smug face, he really wanted to embed a few 9mm bullets in it. "You don't like fighting? You're kidding me! Who was fighting in Gin's bar? And who planted the explosives in the hospital?"

However, he dared not say these words aloud. In his eyes, Cognac had become a complete madman. No one knew what kind of extreme behavior such a madman might do when provoked.

“What exactly do you want, Cognac?” Pisco lowered his arm, but the trigger of the gun remained on.

Cognac probably didn't want to kill him. If he did, he wouldn't have unbuttoned his clothes in the first place, exposing the bomb in his chest and revealing that he wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest. If he had just shot him in the chest, they could have both died.

In this meeting room, the two of them were equals; Cognac could not kill him, nor did he dare to kill Cognac.

Since no one dares to make the first move, let's put aside the fighting and get back to the negotiating table.

“I told you, I need your help to get two invitations to Superintendent Matsumoto’s daughter’s wedding,” Shinjo said with a smile. “As for how I do it, that’s none of your business.”

“The invitation is fine, but you’re telling me all this, there must be another reason,” Pisco said, staring at the cognac. “Are you after that drug? Or are you an undercover agent planted within the organization by some guy?”

Xincheng sighed, "Is it possible that telling you this is my real purpose?"

"What do you mean?" Piske was instantly dumbfounded.

"Didn't you find it strange that I was being hunted down back then?" Shinjo tapped his fingers on the table. "When there's a traitor within an organization, who usually orders the hunt and who carries it out?"

“Rum, and Gin too.” Pisco suddenly remembered something. “The order to hunt you down came from the Boss! The Boss wants to silence you, those secrets from earlier…”

“Not too stupid. The information just now is harmless to the organization, but fatal to the Boss. It’s a secret he doesn’t want the organization’s members to know.” Shinjo leaned back in his chair. “Especially that guy Rum.”

Pisco's face turned ashen. He put the gun back in his pocket. He finally understood why Cognac had told him all this. Now he was on a pirate ship.

Chapter 45 The Day of the Hospital's Internal Mole Purge

Once the news that Cognac is Jiang Xiaobai is exposed, the organization will hunt him down.

While hunting him down, the organization wouldn't let him off the hook either, given his secret talks with Cognac. Rum wanted to know the drug's secret, while Gin would try to get rid of him.

I've been with the Boss for a long time, but since this concerns my secret, the Boss probably won't consider our past relationship.

There is only one way to survive: cooperate with this madman in front of you and protect his secret.

"How long has it been since Rum saw the Boss in person?" Shinjo broke the silence first.

“It’s been a long time. Rum has already started investigating the Boss, but I don’t know the specifics.” Pisco shrugged. “Gin is in charge of liaising with the organization in Japan. I wanted to retire, and I’ve already stepped back from the limelight.”

"Are you retired? Would the organization allow an old guy like you to retire?" Shinjo stretched his neck. "I also have shares in several major car companies in Japan. I came to see you today for another reason: to entrust these shares to you for safekeeping, so that you can attend shareholder meetings and vote on my behalf."

“This is quite a troublesome matter.” Pisco took out a business card. “I’m not very good at this kind of thing, and I entrust my shares to him for management. He’s my agent and also a half-member of the organization. If you trust me, you can entrust them to him for management, but it won’t be cheap.”

Xincheng put away his business card, then carefully placed the equity authorization documents in his briefcase before leaving the meeting room without looking back.

Just as he was about to open the conference room door, Pisco suddenly called out to him.

"Is there anything else, Mr. Masuyama?" Shinjo asked with a smile.

"Can I retire if I cooperate with you?" Pisco's eyes revealed a hint of ferocity.

“Perhaps it is. This is your only chance. Do you want to try?” Xincheng said with a smile. “Don’t rush to give me an answer. I have plenty of time.”

Just then, two doctors happened to pass by the conference room. Upon seeing Piske in the conference room, their facial and body muscles relaxed slightly.

Before they could fully relax, the sound of wind cutting through the air came from behind them, followed by a sharp pain in their necks, and they lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Pisco's secretary, who was not far away, saw this scene and was stunned. He did not expect that someone would make a move in the hospital, and he did not expect that the person was so skilled that he took down two strong men in a few seconds.

“These two guys must be undercover agents planted in the hospital, right? Do you know whose agents they are?” Shinjo grabbed the two unlucky guys by the collar and looked at Pisco. “Don’t mind if I take care of them.”

“Rum, Gin, either one is possible.” Pisco shrugged. “It could even be one of Boss’s men.”

Upon hearing Pisco's words, Shinjo couldn't help but frown. He didn't care about Gin and Rum, but Boss's people...