Conan, I'm an actor

Chapter 61 The Hospital's Underground Ward

If it were the old him, he would definitely have tried to follow up and gather intelligence about the Black Organization. But today he chickened out. Firstly, he didn't dare to provoke Shinjo, and secondly, he had some doubts about his own luck.

As Conan watched Shinjo leave, he noticed that Koshimizu seemed to be getting dressed.

"Is Sister Koshimizu getting ready to go out? Didn't Uncle Shinjo say that someone needed to watch the shop?" Conan stared blankly at Koshimizu, who had picked up the "Temporarily Closed" sign.

“That guy is just my business partner, not my parents. Even if he were my parents, they couldn’t control me,” Yue Shui said angrily. “He told me not to go with him, but I’m going to go and see anyway.”

"Sister Koshimizu, this isn't a good idea. If Uncle Shinjo finds out, he'll be angry." Conan immediately stepped in front of Koshimizu.

On the other side was the Black Organization, an extremely dangerous criminal gang. He absolutely could not let Koshimizu Nanatsuki, an outsider who was powerless and had no connection with them, get involved.

“Conan…” Yue Shui squatted down, looking at the little brat in front of her with hostility, pinching his cheeks with both hands, “Do you know something?”

"I don't know, hahaha..." Conan could only chuckle awkwardly. The next second, a tremendous pulling force came from both sides of his cheeks. "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..."

After reprimanding Conan, Koshimizu stood up and said, "Since none of you are willing to talk, then I won't ask anymore."

Conan looked at Yue Shui with some confusion. He couldn't understand why this woman could control her curiosity. If he were in Yue Shui's position, he would definitely try every means to get to the bottom of things.

"Didn't that guy say, 'Don't become a puppet controlled by the truth'? I don't want to become a puppet, so I learned to restrain my curiosity." Seemingly noticing Conan's confusion, Koshimizu offered an explanation, though it was somewhat far-fetched.

Poirot Cafe

"Pretty punctual, right? A chocolate mille-feuille, a Mont Blanc, and a latte." Shinjo said with a smile, looking at Amuro Toru in front of him. "If it's alright, could you please provide some companionship?"

Amuro Tooru, who was holding the menu and preparing to take notes, had a somewhat uncertain expression. Since entering Japan, he had been using disguise techniques, so Cognac should not recognize him at all.

Moreover, today, he had arranged to meet at Poirot Café. According to normal thinking, this should mean that Bourbon would be waiting for cognac at Poirot Café. Why was this guy able to spot him, a waiter, at a glance?

“The nauseating stench emanating from us is something we can’t hide no matter how hard we try, so there’s no point in wasting our energy.” Xincheng shook his head. “Should you ask the manager for leave, or should I ask him for you? This isn’t a good place to talk business.”

“We can discuss the meeting later. How about you try my cooking first?” Amuro Tooru said, staring at Shinjo. “Cognac, I’m quite curious about you. What exactly is the purpose of your trip to Japan?”

“I’m not curious about you at all.” Shinji shrugged. “By the way, Montblanc helped me pack it up; a friend of mine wanted it.”

"Male and female?"

"female."

"This dessert is too sweet. Are you sure she can handle it?"

"Whether she likes it or not is none of my business. I only said I would bring her desserts, not anything fancy. Besides, a little sweetness is good, she'll just get fat." Xincheng snorted.

"Then please wait a moment." Amuro Tooru smiled. He had already investigated Cognac and naturally knew the girl named "Koshimizu Nanatsuki".

A few minutes later, a packaged dessert appeared in front of Shinjo. The two quickly left Poirot Cafe, and Shinjo followed Amuro Tooru directly into his car. After fastening his seatbelt, Shinjo signaled to Amuro Tooru that he could drive.

"Where to?" Amuro Tooru asked.

“I think you should know about my hospital,” Shinjo said, rubbing his temples.

"You've got some nerve. If I remember correctly, that hospital has been almost completely infiltrated by the organization," Amuro said with a laugh. "Gin chose to make his move there last time. Are you walking right into their trap?"

“Gin shouldn’t dare to lay a hand on me in the next two months. If he were smart, he should have removed everyone from the hospital after the bombing.” Shinjo said casually, looking out the window. “The fact is, I’ve received more than ten resignation letters since then.”

"Consider this a reminder to our temporary ally: besides Gin's people, Rum's people are also in your hospital." Amuro Tooru smiled. "And if Gin leaves two spies behind, they'll make things difficult for you when they strike at a crucial moment."

"Don't laugh. You'll have plenty to cry about when you get there." Xincheng snorted. "This time, we're going to cooperate with that traitor in the organization, Rye Whiskey. I remember you have a grudge against him. Can the two of you really cooperate?"

“If she is Ms. Elena’s daughter, I am willing to temporarily set aside my hatred,” Amuro Tooru said after a moment of silence.

"Would you mind telling me about your grudge against Rye?" Shinjo asked with a smile.

"No, it's personal privacy, I can't disclose it." Amuro Tooru's smile remained, but it now seemed somewhat dangerous.

Amuro Tooru had already gained a deep understanding of Cognac's capabilities. There were not many people who could put Gin in such a difficult position on Gin's territory, and he had also heard about the methods Amuro used to threaten Gin.

If you investigate someone like that further, you might uncover their secrets. In that case, the only option is to eliminate them beforehand.

Looking at the expression on his ally's face, Xincheng had a pretty good idea of ​​what he was thinking. But he didn't care; once they got to the hospital, it would be Xincheng begging him, not the other way around.

After entering the hospital, Shinjo took Amuro Tooru directly to one of the elevators.

Amuro Tooru looked around at the elevators and frowned. He didn't understand why a hospital with only nine floors would have five elevators.

As the elevator doors opened, Amuro Tooru and Shinjo stepped into the elevator. Shinjo swiped his elevator card and then pressed six different floor buttons on the elevator.

"Which floor are you going to?" Amuro Tooru couldn't help but ask.

“Fourth basement level. This floor isn’t listed on the floor plan. Here’s the elevator card.” Shinjo tossed the elevator card to Amuro Tooru. “The password is written on the back. The secret here is only known to me, Asano Minori, and the old gatekeeper who’s already dead. Now there’s another one.”

"Telling me such an important secret, are you really sure it's alright?" Amuro Tooru asked, frowning.

"Because this secret doesn't belong to me, it belongs to you, Japanese Public Security Bureau, Furuya Rei." As Shinjo spoke, he had already moved to put Amuro Tooru's hand, which was holding the gun, behind his back, and easily disarmed him.

Chapter 62 The Patient Who Restrained Bourbon

"I should have used my fists..." With his hands clasped behind his back, Amuro Tooru simply retorted, "So, who are you?"

“If I had this voice, you should recognize me.” Shinjo spoke again, but this time, his voice was hoarse and grating, like the sound of metal rubbing together.

"Jiang Xiaobai, so that's how it is. Is this what Vermouth was hiding?" Amuro Tooru took a deep breath. "Are you here to execute me?"

"On the contrary, don't rush to take action. This matter has nothing to do with Vermouth." As soon as Shinjo finished speaking, the elevator doors opened.

Outside was a long corridor, at the end of which was an operating room, and on each side was a patient room.

Amuro Tooru was taken aback by the scene before him. If he were to be executed, shouldn't he have chosen a more secluded place? This place looked like a private medical facility, perhaps this guy's safe house.

Just as he was lost in thought, a black object was tossed to him by Shinjo. He instinctively caught it, and it turned out to be the gun that had been disarmed earlier. Returning his gun to him—was this guy so sure he'd side with him? And this guy said this had nothing to do with Vermouth—so what was it all about?

"You hid the Scottish body here." Amuro Tooru's eyes turned dangerous.

"Hey, you inside, did you hear that? Your friend thinks you're dead. If you're not, say something, or he's going to beat me to death." Shinjo had already opened the door to the ward as he spoke.

Amuro Tooru pushed past Shinjo and entered the ward, where he saw his friend, the organization traitor Scotch Whisky, Morofushi Kagemitsu, lying on the bed.

“Kagemitsu, you…” Amuro Tooru looked at his friend, unsure what to say. Kagemitsu’s condition seemed dire; his upper body was covered in various tubes, especially around his heart, which appeared to be connected to numerous medical devices.

"Furuya, so you were discovered too?" Morofushi Kagemitsu said.

“No, this kid wanted to kill me, so I brought him here.” Shinjo shrugged. “He can’t leave this hospital right now, or more precisely, he can’t leave the device implanted in his heart.”

"Why?" Furuya turned around abruptly. "It's not safe here. The organization's people are upstairs. What if they discover this basement one day? There's a high chance they'll find it during elevator maintenance, and then Kagemitsu's safety will be at risk..."

“You’re really forgetful,” Shinjo said with a hint of helplessness. “This guy was determined to die. That shot was aimed at his own heart. His original heart had ruptured, and now he’s completely dependent on this artificial heart to live. Once this artificial heart leaves his body or stops working, he’ll be gone.”

Amuro Tooru was speechless. He finally understood what Shinjo meant by "Don't laugh, you'll cry when you get there." Right now, he was the one who most wanted the hospital to be safe.

“You’re really despicable,” Amuro sighed. “So you’re with the Public Security Bureau?”

Knowing his and Morofushi Kagemitsu's identities, and even saving Morofushi Kagemitsu at a crucial moment, Shinjo didn't believe him when he said he wasn't a member of the Public Security Bureau.

"The police, back then..."

"Are you a traitor to the Public Security Bureau?" Amuro Tooru frowned involuntarily.

“Young man, can you not be so direct? What do you mean I’m a traitor to the police? If I ever work for the police again, I’ll end up like him.” Shinjo pointed at Morofushi Kagemitsu on the bed and said, “Speaking of which, you two are really slow-witted. You didn’t even realize that there was an organized mole within the high command of the police.”

Amuro Tooru's lips twitched. He only suspected that there was an organized mole within the high-ranking public security officials, and that suspicion only began after Morofushi Kagemitsu's incident.

"Senior Shinjo used to be a member of the Public Security Bureau, but before we joined the organization, he discovered that there were organized undercover agents in the high command of the Public Security Bureau. So he faked his death under his original identity and infiltrated the organization again under a new identity, and obtained the code name Jiang Xiaobai." Seemingly seeing his friend's doubts, Morofushi Kagemitsu explained.

But as soon as he finished explaining, he couldn't help coughing, and his chest began to heave violently.

“Your health is in terrible shape right now, so it’s best not to say so much at once.” Shinjo rolled his eyes at Morofushi Kagemitsu, then said to Amuro Tooru, “I need you to get rid of all the organization members in the hospital.”

"Impossible. Although I really want to do it, if I do, not only will Kagemitsu be in trouble, but the two of us will be caught in the crossfire." Amuro Tooru forced himself to calm down. "Also, why do you want to get rid of these people?"

“Transfer him out; the facilities for surgery are not suitable here.” Shinjo unbuttoned his shirt and ripped a piece of faux leather off his chest, revealing the metal components underneath.

"Is this your secret to being fearless of bullets?" Amuro Tooru took a deep breath. "No wonder Chianti and Cohen failed on Moonshadow Island. Your hands must be made of metal too."

“You guessed right, but there’s no reward.” Shinjo pointed to his heart. “My condition was even worse than his back then. I lost both lungs and my heart. Now it’s full of machines. But he’s using the first generation of technology, while I’m using the third generation.”

"You mean, Kagemitsu can recover to your state?" Amuro Tooru's eyes lit up.

When Xincheng attacked him earlier, he had already witnessed the guy's physical abilities firsthand; they were in no way inferior to the organization's frontline combatants. If Jingguang possessed such physical abilities, he could return to a normal life.

As he spoke, he looked around. If he were to stay in such a dark and gloomy environment, he would go crazy sooner or later.

"almost."

How long will the transfer take?

"At least 12 hours."

“There’s a bomber in Tokyo recently. I can ask my friend in the Metropolitan Police Department to help seal off this place and evacuate everyone here.” Amuro Tooru’s mind was racing. “Bomb disposal takes a long time, and then we can evacuate, but we need an evacuation route.”

“That…” Shinjo’s expression was a little strange, “The bomber you’re talking about is actually Gin and Vodka.”

Amuro Tooru's expression stiffened. He hadn't expected that this whole thing was orchestrated by someone within the organization, and it was clearly inappropriate to pin the blame on them. The organization valued secrecy, and this kind of unexpected accusation would definitely be investigated afterward. If they found anything, things would get interesting.

"Good idea. I'll have Matsuda look for any recent cases we can use to frame someone." Shinjo stretched. "You don't mind if I drag your friend into this, do you...?"

Neither of the two people inside spoke. They didn't want to involve Matsuda Jinpei in this matter, but the current situation was that the high-ranking officials of the Public Security Bureau and the Metropolitan Police Department had been infiltrated, and there were very few people they could trust.

If a mistake during the evacuation leads to the death of Morofushi Kagemitsu, it would be better not to evacuate at all.

“I’ll have my men contact you; his men are absolutely reliable,” Amuro Tooru said.

"Kazama?"

“Knowing too much isn’t always a good thing,” Amuro Tooru sighed. “Let me give you a heads-up: you’ve really offended Gin, so he’s not going to let it go. The trial for the museum murder case is about to begin. The lawyer defending the perpetrator is from the organization. He extracted sweat and hair from the armor and compared it with the DNA of the suspect, Kubota. The result is that they are not the same person.”

"And then?" Shinjo asked slowly.

“The Metropolitan Police Department will reopen the investigation into this case, and your misleading actions in this case will definitely be investigated.” Amuro Tooru frowned and asked, “Are you really not worried?”

"At most, they can extract my DNA for comparison. What else can they do?" Shinjo shrugged. "I never wore that armor. Besides, there must be many people who wore that armor. Even if they find it, it won't prove that person is the murderer."

"Your subordinate..."

“Without any evidence, my lawyer will shield all the staff of the museum from the investigation, so you don’t need to worry about that.” Shinjo was quite confident about this. “Besides, Mr. Manaka’s two sons won’t care who killed their father; they only care about when they can get the inheritance. Gin is probably so poor that he has to sell furniture by now; he doesn’t have any money to give them.”

Chapter 63 The Source of One Billion Dollars in Cash

Upon hearing Shinjo's words, Amuro Tooru was somewhat surprised. He knew about the situation of the two sons of the owner, Manaka, and why they were in such a hurry to convict Kubota. They wanted to divide Manaka's inheritance.

The truth is that the site was demolished by the construction company the day after the art museum moved out, and now the new building has started construction, so all the clues and other clues have become construction waste.