Conan, I'm an actor

In this situation, he chose to use the process of elimination to rule out these suspects. As the deliveryman, Kurosawa Jin was clearly the easiest to eliminate; his alibi could be established simply by finding his previous delivery slips.

"These are the red and yellow copies of the delivery slips I made before. They have the customers' signatures on them. I've been making deliveries since 9:00 this morning." Shinjo took out a booklet and handed it to Megure. "The customers listed here can all vouch for me, and they should also have the white copies."

Takagi took the delivery slip in place of Inspector Megure, made a few phone calls, and then nodded to Megure. Kurosawa Jin had indeed gone to deliver the goods that afternoon.

Conan, however, sensed something was amiss. The police had only cordoned off the area, but hadn't told Kurosawa Jin that a murder had occurred. Yet, his words seemed to be based on the premise that he knew about the murder, especially considering the Louis XIII wine he brought.

Chapter 50 Iaijutsu and Catching a Blade

This bottle of wine is definitely not a coincidence!

He, or rather the organization behind him, was the one who sent the threatening letter to the TV station. He knew there was a murder here, and he knew he was here, which is why he came to deliver the alcohol.

They called themselves Moriarty because they had discovered that Shinichi Kudo was not dead. At the time, the media nicknamed Shinichi Kudo "Heisei Sherlock Holmes." Rather than a challenge, it was more like a kill order against the detective Shinichi Kudo.

"Alright, now that we've confirmed there are no problems, you can leave." Inspector Megure handed the delivery slip back to Jin Kurosawa. "A murder has occurred here, and we were just collecting your alibi. We sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused. Also, since murder investigations take time, officers may visit your company in the next few days. We appreciate your cooperation."

"No problem, can I leave now?" Xincheng put away the delivery slip.

“Of course…” Inspector Megure hadn’t finished speaking when he noticed Conan tugging at his trouser leg. “What’s wrong, Conan?”

"The delivery slip only proves that the company delivered goods to those customers, but it doesn't necessarily mean the delivery person was this man," Conan asked somewhat naively. "Is it okay to let the suspect go home so hastily before the case is solved?"

At this moment, he no longer cared about revealing his identity, and his last sentence even carried a hint of questioning.

"Kid, don't cause me any trouble. It's already very late. And what you just said was very rude." Kogoro Mouri picked up Conan directly. "Mr. Kurosawa is not a suspect now."

Shinjo, who was wearing a mask, was also taken aback when he heard Conan's words, and then frowned.

He hadn't expected Conan to be so persistent with Gin. Even though he was terrified, he still forced himself to stay with him. He wondered where Conan had learned this awkward personality from.

Moreover, this guy must have already witnessed the organization's terror on Moonshadow Island. He attacked rashly without being prepared. Does he want to drag everyone present into this mess?

"This must be the famous detective who's been making waves lately, Kogoro Mouri, right?" Kurosawa Jin said with a smile. "With a detective like you here, solving cases like this should be quick. I've just finished delivering all my orders for today, so may I have the pleasure of watching a detective's deduction show?"

Inspector Megure breathed a sigh of relief; it was best that Mr. Kurosawa was willing to stay. As for Kogoro Mouri on the other side, he was already flattered and confidently declared that solving the case wouldn't take long.

Led by Inspector Megure, the group was quickly taken to the crime scene, where they found a room covered in knife marks.

"I have a feeling that so many knife marks aren't from a fight, but rather like they're hiding something." Kurosawa Jin stood next to Kogoro. "Detective Mouri probably thinks so too."

“Ah, right!” Kogoro Mori nodded in agreement. “I’ve seen kendo matches before; it’s impossible to hit the ceiling with a knife. So, the height a person can reach, and the inconsistent knife marks…”

"The drawer!" Conan said immediately.

"I see, Inspector Megure. The deceased must have left some message. If we pull out these drawers again and put them back in the original order, the message left by the deceased will appear!" Kogoro Mouri quickly pulled out all the drawers and put them back in one by one according to the marks. Soon, the four English letters "SUWA" appeared in front of everyone.

“SUWA, Suwa, it’s you, Suwa Kumaji.” Kogoro Mouri pointed at the man in black behind him and said, “You’re the murderer! This is the message that Denjiro left before he died. After you found it, in order to prevent others from discovering what was written on it, you switched the drawers on the cabinet. But the knife marks on the cabinet were too obvious, so you carved knife marks all over the room. It was all to make the knife marks and writing on the cabinet disappear from our sight, right?”

Conan couldn't help but take two steps back. This man had found crucial evidence with just a glance at the scene; this keen insight was exactly like Mr. Shinjo's. Were all the monsters in that organization like this?

Faced with the evidence before him, Suwa Kumaji took a deep breath. "As expected of a great detective, you saw through my scheme at a glance. But, young man, you should have figured it out too, right? Why don't you just say so?"

"How could I not know I figured it out?" Facing Suwa Kumaji's accusation, Kurosawa Jin lit a cigarette. "These only prove you're the murderer, nothing else. If you're still rational enough, you should explain your motive. If it was a crime of passion, and the other party was clearly at fault, plus your remorse, according to Nagayama's standards, you could get a reduced sentence. Of course, if it was an accidental killing during a fight, that's a different story..."

Upon hearing Kurosawa Jin's words, Inspector Megure, Kogoro Mouri, and several professional police officers behind them all changed their expressions, because they thought of a profession they loathed: legal aid lawyers.

As the nemesis of criminals, they have arrested many criminals, but not every criminal can be brought to justice.

The law is not perfect, and professional lawyers can often use subtle details to reduce a criminal's sentence or even help them escape legal punishment. Even unprofessional legal aid lawyers, in order to demonstrate their value, will try to find ways to reduce a criminal's sentence.

This kind of thing is common in police forces around the world, especially in Japan, where the abolitionist movement is extremely active. If Suwa Kumaji had a good lawyer defending him, his sentencing outcome would have been very difficult to predict.

However, given the current situation, they cannot prevent Kurosawa Jin from speaking legitimately.

"It's a knife!" Suwa Kumaji seemed to have resigned himself to his fate and said in a low voice.

"A knife? Is it the knife the victim had?" Inspector Megure was taken aback.

"What's this piece of junk? The collateral is the famous sword Kikuchiyo, passed down through generations of the Suwa family." Suwa Yuji's eyes flashed with anger. "But that man sold the sword without my permission, and when I asked him for Kikuchiyo back, he slandered it as junk. He even shamelessly said that the money from the sale would be considered interest on the loan."

Although Suwa Kumaji spoke calmly, everyone could feel his anger, and Akutsu Makoto, who knew Maru Denjiro, even showed a look of sympathy.

"How did you kill Mr. Maru Denjiro?" Inspector Megure demanded.

"Like this!" As Suwa Yuji spoke, he suddenly snatched the knife from the forensic officer next to him. Before anyone could react, the knife was already drawn, its silvery-white light like moonlight, and it slashed directly towards Kurosawa Jin.

"Arrogant!" With a loud shout from Kurosawa Jin, the sword stopped 20 centimeters above his head, unable to advance any further.

Two fingers were gripping the blade; those were his fingers.

"Catching a blade barehanded, and with only two fingers!" Inspector Megure's expression changed. Suwa Yuji was already very skilled, but he didn't expect Kurosawa Jin to be even more outrageous.

“You’re right about one thing: this sword is indeed scrap metal.” Kurosawa Jin exerted a little force with his fingers, and the decorative samurai sword broke in two at his fingertips.

"Wait!" Megure only managed to shout out.

The next second, a black object emerged from Kurosawa's left hand and slammed it directly at the broken sword. A flash of blue electricity appeared, and the current from the stun gun traveled along the broken sword and passed through Suwa Yuji's body. He tried to release the broken sword from his hand, but the muscles in his hand began to contract under the influence of the current, causing him to grip it even tighter.

In just three seconds, Suwa Kumaji collapsed to the ground, twitching all over, and mumbled incoherently, "A... coward... who lacks... Bushido... spirit."

Kurosawa Jin looked at Inspector Megure in front of him and readily handed over the stun gun in his hand. "Because I'm delivering some expensive wines, which are valuable items, it's inevitable that some people will be eyeing them. So I carry this thing on me for self-defense, and it's all registered."

Chapter 51 Hush Money and Scapegoats

Inspector Megure's face darkened. However, it was Suwa Yuji who had brought this upon himself by attacking others first, so there was nothing he could say.

The murderer has now confessed to his crime, and Akutsu Makoto and Dr. Hatano have been released. Kurosawa Jin could have left as well, but because he shocked Suwa Yuji with a stun gun at the last moment, he has to give a statement at the Metropolitan Police Department, along with the great detective Mouri Kogoro.

Although he solved the case, Kogoro Mouri was anything but happy. His client's sudden death meant he wouldn't receive his commission. And being kept up so late was just...

"Mr. Mori, this is the commission my husband promised you. I hope you can keep it a secret." Before leaving, Ms. Inako handed an envelope to Kogoro Mori.

“This is…” Kogoro Mouri was taken aback.

"Please accept this." Ms. Inako nodded solemnly.

"Take it, Mr. Kogoro. Ms. Inako hopes you'll keep your mouth shut; after all, this is a scandal for the Maru family, and large families care most about their reputation." As Kurosawa Jin drove past the Maru family gate in a Porsche 365, he suddenly rolled down his window. "By the way, want a ride?"

"Yes!" Kogoro Mouri stuffed the envelope into his pocket, grabbed Conan by the collar, and said, "You and Ran go home first!"

“It’s so late, you probably won’t be able to get a taxi. How about Conan rides in my car and we go to the Metropolitan Police Department together?” Kurosawa Jin said with a smile. “Inspector Megure’s car has two seats left.”

Mori opened his mouth, looking at Inspector Megure's official vehicle with a reluctant expression.

Conan, on the other hand, had already opened the car door with his head down and plopped down in the passenger seat. No matter what happened next, he didn't want to involve Ran and the older man.

"Are you scared?" Kurosawa Jin suddenly asked.

"How did you recognize me?" Conan looked up at the blond man in front of him. "Has your organization discovered another case of shrinking?"

He thought about it for a long time, and only this possibility, only someone like him, could make these guys target a little kid like him. Of course, that guy from Shinjo was an exception.

"Is that perceptive? But you haven't answered my question yet. Were you startled by me?" Xincheng had already regained his original voice by this time. "I spent a long time putting on makeup and even specially picked a car. Do you think it looks like me?"

Conan's mouth was agape, wide enough to swallow an egg. He never imagined that the person who had caused him so much fear was actually someone he knew.

"Why are you here? And what happened to your face? How did you turn into Gin?" Conan fired off a barrage of questions.

“Didn’t Mr. Mori tell you? Before visiting the Mori Detective Agency, Maru Denjiro visited the Koshimizu Detective Agency. After we refused him, he complained to the Detective Association. I’m here today to discuss this matter and get him to withdraw his complaint,” Shinjo said with a smile. “It’s just a pity that the old man is dead.”

Feeling the chill emanating from Shinjo, Conan couldn't help but shiver. He feared that Mr. Shinjo's way of negotiating wouldn't be so friendly.

A thought popped into his mind—if Suwa Kumaji hadn't killed Marudenjiro, Marudenjiro would probably have died at the hands of Kurosawa Jin.

"As for my face, that's makeup, just like Ms. Yukiko does." Shinjo looked at the red light ahead. "Also, let me tell you something: Ms. Yukiko's fellow disciples are also members of the organization."

"What!" Conan's expression changed instantly. He hadn't expected that the people from the organization were so close to him.

“Japan is just a branch; the organization also has considerable influence in the United States,” Shinjo said with a smile. “Do you think you’re dealing with just a third-rate, insignificant criminal gang? Those kinds of criminal gangs don’t have the capability to develop new types of poisons.”

"That name, Kurosawa Jin..."

“It’s his real name.” Shinjo shrugged. “There’s another reason for using his identity: if I do something bad, I’ll have someone to take the blame. Anyway, this guy already has so many lives on his hands, so taking a few more won’t be a big deal.”

Conan's face turned pale. Sure enough, everyone from that organization was a madman.

“By the way, you can throw away what’s in your pocket,” Shinjo suddenly said. “The transmitter the doctor made is good, but it uses a public channel, which will interfere with electronic devices. As soon as you make a call, your bugging device will be exposed.”

"This..." Conan awkwardly took out the listening device wrapped in chewing gum.

He also planned to install a bugging device in the car using the same method, but he was discovered before he could even do it and was ridiculed.

"Don't underestimate Gin. He's killed over a dozen agents, including those from the CIA, FBI, Japanese Public Security Bureau, MI6, CSIS, and BND. They might be less intelligent than you, but in terms of efficiency and resources, they far surpass you." Shinjo activated his turn signal. "While I'd like to advise you to be a coward, you, the great detective, certainly won't agree. Don't attempt to harm anyone from the organization until you're absolutely certain. If it really is Gin who came today, the moment you asked him to stay, Inspector Megure, Kogoro Mouri, Inspector Takagi, and the forensic team would all be dead."

"Yes." Conan nodded, though it was unclear whether he had actually listened.

"By the way, what are CSIS and BND?"

“BND is the German Federal Intelligence Service, and CSIS is the Canadian Security Intelligence Service. They are both professional agents. They have thought of everything you can think of, and put it into practice, and then paid a heavy price.” Shinjo stretched out his hand and made a “gun” gesture at Conan’s temple. “Like this, biu.”

"Um, I have a question. Is this really a criminal organization? It seems more like a group of agents from different countries working together to scam funding," Conan asked, frowning. "With so many agents in there, wouldn't everything the organization does be exposed to their superiors? How is this organization still able to operate?"

Shinjo was about to echo Conan's sarcastic remark when he caught a glimpse of a face out of the corner of his eye.

The next second, the Porsche 365 suddenly braked sharply, and Conan's head slammed into the front panel. Before he could even figure out what had happened, he saw Shinjo's terrified expression. Following Shinjo's gaze, he saw an architectural firm.

"Yuanshi Architectural Firm, Uncle Xincheng, what's wrong?"

"Maybe I'm just too tired and my eyes are playing tricks on me." Shinjo pressed Conan's head down. "Fasten your seatbelt properly, or you won't be so lucky next time you brake suddenly."

Chapter 52 The Secrets of the Twilight Villa

The police station quickly completed the statement taking, and then everyone went home. But on the way back, he subconsciously drove the same way he'd come, eventually stopping in front of the architectural firm.

The architectural firm's doors were already closed, but Xincheng could still see the employee information on the wall through the glass door.

“Yuan Daigu, a level-two architect, 30 years old.” Shinjo scratched his head. “An architect, huh? Looks like I was overthinking it. I’ll ask lawyer Piper in a couple of days if we can buy this construction firm. The supercomputing center needs an architect.”

After muttering a few words, he drove back to his safe house.

After parking the car and removing the disguise, he switched to his usual car and drove around the area twice to make sure no one was following him before returning to the detective agency.

There's an organized mole within the Metropolitan Police Department, and Gin's men will likely find out about his involvement in this case very soon. Normally, they might pretend not to notice, after all, who can truly understand their boss's thoughts?

However, after the Tsukikage Island incident, Gin has been lying in the hospital. How could he possibly be involved in the case? Anyone would know that this Gin is an imposter.

For the next few days, Tokyo remained calm, and the investigation in Koshimizu yielded no results, seemingly reaching a stalemate.

That day, just as Xincheng was about to leave work, the door of the law firm opened, and lawyer Pibor walked in, looking travel-worn.

"What's wrong?" Xincheng stood up. He still respected this lawyer.