Conan, I'm an actor

"Maybe I've become young again?" Shinjo said with a smile. "So, can you take me to see the restaurant? I want to see that mannequin."

Looking at the man in front of him, Senma Shota finally asked the question that had been nagging at him, "How did you know that?"

"How did you know that?" Shinjo stretched his neck.

“Using traps to kill detectives, using weapons, stirring up conflict—these are all tactics Karasuma Renya used before.” Senma took a deep breath. “As a descendant of survivors, it’s not surprising that you know these things. But the dummy was made by Oogami Shuzen and me; we didn’t tell anyone. How did you know that information?”

"Is it strange that you know this information?" Shinjo looked at Senma Kouta with a half-smile. "It's an open secret in some circles that Karasuma Renya's treasure hasn't been found. Do you think you two are the only ones watching this villa? We've been watching you since you started your operation. To put it bluntly, you're just pawns in our game."

Chapter 70 The Package from Shirley

"If I heard you correctly, you didn't say 'me,' you said 'we.' Who else is there besides you?" Qianjian pressed, looking at the man in front of her.

“Did I say that? You misheard.” Shinjo shrugged. “It’s normal to have auditory hallucinations when you get old.”

Qianjian stared at Xincheng for a long time before finally saying, "Don't be too confident. It's not certain who will emerge victorious until the very last step. The detectives you invited are no mediocre talents."

Shinjo didn't continue speaking. He simply examined the mannequin across the table. After confirming that the mannequin's head was hollow, he began to inspect the table and the tableware on it. Finally, his gaze settled on the clock mechanism. Once he was sure there were no problems, he clapped his hands to indicate that the inspection was over.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't say another word. Too much talk leads to mistakes, and Senjō Kōta is a shrewd old woman; it wouldn't be good if she noticed anything.

As for the "we" he just mentioned, it was something he deliberately let slip. The old lady said that Da Shang Zhu Shan was already captivated by the treasure, but wasn't she herself just as obsessed?

It's not surprising that he would do something outrageous in this dazed state. He doesn't care, but it's hard to say about people like Nanatsuki Koshimizu, Ran Mouri, and Kogoro Mouri, whose IQs aren't exactly online.

This might make her mistakenly believe that others are watching the area, causing her to be more cautious in her actions.

Dr. Agasa was very efficient; he delivered Shinjo's order by 10 a.m. the next day. Shinjo was speechless at the sight of Shinjo's dark circles under his eyes; the money was just disappearing again.

After the transmitter, receiver, and speaker were installed on the dummy, Shinjo discovered a fatal problem: he seemed to have forgotten about the network.

Fortunately, the villa had already been equipped with internet access beforehand for the online interview. After asking Granny Qianjian, Shinjo quickly connected to the supercomputing center's network via dial-up and breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Karen's voice.

However, there is still a problem facing the new city: the rooms with internet access are too far from the restaurant, and the annex is ridiculously large. Karen's voice is severely distorted when transmitted wirelessly, as if it is being interfered with by something, perhaps the gold inside the walls.

Running a network cable into the restaurant is impractical. Installing a concealed cable would require hiring a renovation team, which wouldn't be feasible in time. If it were an exposed cable, the detectives would definitely spot the unusual connection, and their expertise would easily allow them to deduce its purpose.

Shinjo had no choice but to trouble Professor Agasa again, asking him if he knew of any way to relay the wireless network signal. It was two days later when he finally finished.

When Shinjo returned to the detective agency, there were only two days left until the opening of the Golden Mansion.

"Oh, right, this is your package." Yue Shui handed a package directly to Xin Cheng. "A woman came to the detective agency and gave me this package, instructing me to give it to you personally and not to open it."

"What does the woman look like?" Xincheng frowned.

“She was wearing a mask and a hat, so I couldn’t see her face, but she had beautiful eyes and lovely flaxen hair.” Koshimizu Nanatsuki’s gaze turned somewhat strange. “Why are you so nervous? She’s not your ex, is she?”

Shinjo looked at the package in his hand and felt a headache coming on. He hadn't expected Shiho to deliver it personally.

Miyano Akemi had just been attacked by him, and she rushed over to find him. What would Gin think? If Gin became suspicious of her, he could easily find out something amiss by investigating what she had been researching recently.

The truth is, Gin had already begun his operation three nights ago.

Inside a bar of the organization

"Have you found out?" Gin asked Vodka as he walked in.

“No, Shirley is very cautious. I’m afraid that asking too many questions will alert her,” Vodka said. “However, her researchers say that she’s not focused on her research lately. She often avoids everyone and spends all her time in the lab by herself. She seems to be very resistant to communicating with others.”

What do you think?

“Miyano Akemi must have already told her about leaving the organization. It’s normal to feel lost and confused after leaving the organization and not being able to find work,” Vodka said, stroking his chin. “The employee next to me was laid off at 35 and is in the same situation.”

Gin looked at Vodka with a strange expression, as if to say, "Are you an idiot?"

“No, boss, of course I know the organization’s work is dangerous, not something normal people do. Normal people would want to run away. Anyone who’s dedicated is definitely suspicious, either an undercover agent or has something wrong with their head… That’s not what I meant. What I meant was…” Vodka realized something was wrong halfway through his sentence and, seeing Gin’s increasingly dangerous gaze, immediately began to add, “Sherry’s treatment isn’t bad, it’s even better than that of researchers in those top research institutes. She can’t be compared to us field agents. Besides, that drug was developed by her parents, it’s like a legacy from her parents, and no one will fund her research after she leaves the organization.”

Gin's expression softened slightly; he could barely accept this explanation. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "Have you investigated why Sherry sought out Cognac?"

“No, the package Sherry sent out didn’t pass through anyone else’s hands at all.” Vodka shrugged. “I originally wanted to send someone to steal it, but the package was in Koshimizu Nanatsuki’s hands.”

Who is Koshimizu Nanatsuki?

"A little detective."

"Just a small-time detective?"

“Perhaps, maybe there’s something unusual about her relationship with Cognac.” Vodka gestured with his finger, making a “very small” gesture. “Her detective agency is fully sponsored by Cognac. When Cognac was active in Japan, he spent most of his time following her around.”

"Are you afraid that if you touch her, Cognac will go crazy?" Gin's eye twitched.

Not to mention Vodka is afraid, even Cognac would be intimidated if that guy went crazy.

“It was Cognac that attacked her sister; she probably just wanted to settle scores with Cognac,” Vodka said, scratching his head. “Such a trivial matter shouldn’t be pursued.”

“Take Sherry to visit research institutes all over Japan in a couple of days, and stay there for a while.” Gin lit a cigarette. “Then send someone to thoroughly investigate Sherry’s lab and see what she’s been researching lately.”

"This……"

“I still feel uneasy. There are some things I need to verify before I feel at ease.” Gin patted Vodka on the shoulder. “After you come back this time, you should go see a doctor. What’s wrong with you that makes you so dedicated to the organization?”

"Yes..." Vodka shuddered. How could the boss have such a good memory?

Chapter 71 The Last Trump Card

Late at night, at the Koshimizu Detective Agency

Shinjo opened the package immediately. Inside were only a letter and a small box containing eight pills. The instructions said one pill would last for 10 hours, but there was a possibility of drug resistance; the duration would shorten with repeated use.

Seeing that the medicine's effects would only last for 10 hours, Xincheng couldn't help but frown.

Although it's not explicitly stated in the story, Shinichi Kudo likely didn't take the medication during his journey from Tokyo to London. Considering security checks and flight time, the medication's effects should have lasted for more than 16 hours, and Ai Haibara wouldn't have had any information about the medication at that time.

However, considering that Shiho Miyano developed the drug in such a short time, the effect of the drug in 10 hours is already quite good.

"Now that we have the drugs, it's time to invite our ace to the game." Shinjo stretched. "Shouldn't that kid thank me? After all, this is basically a vacation with his girlfriend."

Meanwhile, inside the Mori Detective Agency

Conan, who was tidying his clothes, suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose in surprise. "Who's talking about me?"

"You've caught a cold, haven't you? If you have, then don't go." Kogoro Mori closed his newspaper.

"No, I just suddenly felt a little itchy in my nose," Conan said somewhat awkwardly. He dared not let Kogoro Mouri go alone; that guy had never been reliable, and if he went, he would definitely be completely fooled by that guy who called himself Moriarty.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Kogoro Mouri's fierce eyes, which seemed to be implying that he should promise not to go to that Twilight Villa.

Ten minutes later

“Ran, why don’t you stay home and take care of this kid? I can handle this alone.” Kogoro Mouri coughed. “The one at Twilight Mansion is that James Moriarty organization. I heard from Inspector Megure that he’s a very dangerous criminal. Inviting so many detectives means he’s definitely planning something big. Since he didn’t invite you, you should…”

"No!" Ran Mouri refused her father's request without even thinking.

Kogoro Mouri was taken aback; he hadn't expected his daughter to reject him so decisively.

"Absolutely not!" Ran seemed to realize that she had rejected him too quickly and immediately added, "This time, Moriarty has gathered all the famous detectives in Japan. Shinichi is also a famous detective, so he must be on the list of invitees. Maybe we can meet him."

"Um, Shinichi-nii has a case to handle overseas recently, so he might not be able to make it," Conan quickly added.

He certainly received an invitation to the Twilight Villa, but the invitation was for Shinichi Kudo, not Conan Edogawa, so he couldn't go as Shinichi Kudo.

The letter is still at the Kudo residence, and the organizers of the gathering will probably say they can't contact him.

However, he still wanted to explain it to Xiaolan to give her some mental preparation, so as not to disappoint her.

“Listen, Conan said it himself.” Kogoro Mouri instantly found his confidence. “You should stay home and not go.”

"Really?" Ran looked at Conan with a somewhat unfriendly gaze.

Upon hearing Kogoro Mouri tell Ran not to go with him, Conan immediately objected, saying, "I'm not entirely sure either, because I contacted Shinichi two weeks ago, and I'm not sure if he's finished with the case yet."

"Oh, it was two weeks ago..." Xiaolan drawled out, "Dad, I have to go this time! What if Shinichi arrives? I need to find him and find out what he's been up to lately!"

Kogoro Mouri glared at Conan fiercely. This brat had ruined his plans time and time again, so he had to teach him a lesson.

Meanwhile, Ran was also staring at Conan with an unfriendly look. Shinichi Kudo hadn't contacted her, but he was contacting this kid instead. This was really going too far.

Conan scratched his head awkwardly, feeling caught between the two of them. It was really a difficult situation.

He never expected that the next morning, a package from overseas would put him in a dilemma.

"Hello, is this the Mouri Detective Agency?" A man dressed as a deliveryman knocked on the door of the Mouri Detective Agency.

"We're not taking any business here today. We have to go on a long trip and won't be available for the next few days." Xiaolan refused the business offer without even thinking.

Kogoro Mouri, who had just put down his beer, picked it up again, somewhat annoyed. His daughter was determined to go to that Twilight Villa, and he wondered what kind of spell that brat had cast on her.

"Um, I think you might have misunderstood, Miss. I'm not here to see a detective; I'm here to deliver something." The deliveryman smiled somewhat awkwardly. "Someone has entrusted me to deliver a package to a child named Conan, and it must be signed for by him personally. Here is an authorization form that requires Conan's signature."

Conan was taken aback. He had no idea who would send him a package, so he immediately poked his head out and asked, "Where did this package come from?"

"London, this is an international delivery. To be honest, it's my first time delivering an international package." The courier scratched his head shyly. "Young man, you must be Conan. Could you please sign this document and the package?"

"I'd like to ask, who sent me this package?"

"I don't know, it just says 'Dark Night Baron' on it."

Conan's brows furrowed instantly. The Dark Baron was a character created by his father, Yusaku Kudo. This person used a character created by his father to send a package and asked him to sign for it. Had they already found out his identity?

However, he still chose to sign for the package, since the deliveryman in front of him seemed to know nothing, and if he really wanted to find clues, he would probably have to open the package to look for them.

However, the moment he looked at the package information, his pupils contracted slightly; the sender's address was 211B Baker Street.

This is an address that does not exist. 211 Baker Street is the Sherlock Holmes Museum, and there is no such address as B.

The fictitious address was Sherlock Holmes's address, and he immediately guessed the sender's identity: the guy who called himself James Moriarty.

With the enemy in the dark and us in the light, this situation is undoubtedly the worst possible scenario, and Conan is now in a state of utter panic.

After signing his name, Conan said directly to Ran, "Ran-neechan, Professor Agasa invited me to test out some new equipment. I'll go there first and be back tonight."

"Okay, remember to come back early. We're going to the Twilight Villa this afternoon. If you're late, we won't wait for you."

"Ok!"

Conan grabbed his skateboard and ran downstairs. Meanwhile, in the Poirot Cafe downstairs from the Mouri Detective Agency, Shinjo was leisurely sipping his coffee.

"Alright, I've completed your task." Amuro Tooru, now dressed in his work uniform, emerged from the employee changing room. "Can you tell me what exactly you gave that child?"

The person who just delivered the package upstairs was Amuro Tooru disguised as a deliveryman.

Shinjo originally wanted to go up himself, but since there were able-bodied men nearby, and he also wanted to see Amuro Tooru's disguise skills, he had one of the organization members go up in his place to deliver a package.

"Shouldn't you have already guessed it?" Shinjo said with a smile. "After you came to Japan, the first person you investigated should have been this child, right?"