Conan, I'm an actor

"Alright, how's the thing I asked you to research coming along?"

Kallen's face vanished instantly, and a suit of armor appeared on the monitor, along with its parameters.

"This height is no good, no good. A height of three meters has nothing to do with portability. This thing definitely needs to be scrapped and started over." Shinjo rejected the blueprint after only two glances.

“It’s only what we can build with current technology. If we want to further reduce its size, we’ll have to develop new technologies.” Karen’s voice carried a hint of helplessness. “And don’t even think about weapon systems or anything like that.”

“This is meant to be protective gear; weapon systems and such are irrelevant,” Shinjo said, stroking his chin. “We can just remove all of these weapons.”

“Actually, this kind of individual equipment is meaningless. Drone networks are more reliable than this.” Karen sighed. “Why don’t you just climb the drone network technology tree? TPC has this technology in its database.”

Upon hearing the name TPC, Shinjo's expression instantly became quite interesting. He turned to Koshimizu beside him and said, "Koshimizu, why don't you go back to the detective agency first? I have some things to discuss with Karen."

"Okay, are you coming back today?" Yue Shui replied somewhat blankly, still immersed in the shock of artificial intelligence, wondering what incredible thing her partner was up to.

"I'll probably have to spend the night here." Shinjo shrugged. "By the way, Conan is probably coming for me. Can you hold him off for me?"

"No problem, I'm quite good at dealing with kids."

Once Yue Shui left the server room, Xin Cheng's demeanor instantly changed. Grabbing the monitor, he asked, "Hey, you just said you could use TPC's technology, right? Just how much TPC technology do you actually know?"

“I have all the technology from before I was destroyed, including some alien technology,” Kallen said with some difficulty. “But I must warn you, even with TPC technology, this suit is still difficult to shrink to the size of an adult.”

“It’s alright, we can slowly research the technologies we don’t have.” Xincheng waved his hand. “At worst, we’ll just throw money at it. The gold in the Twilight Villa will be in our hands soon, and then we can recruit researchers to conduct research.”

"Whatever you want, but I must warn you, those people aren't safe," Karen said. "Tell Shinichi Kudo to be careful; they seem to be plotting against him."

Shinjo shrugged, unconcerned. Even if these people wanted to harm Shinichi Kudo, they would have to find the right person first.

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

Shinichi, now Conan, didn't even go to the Mouri Detective Agency. Instead, he went straight to the Koshimizu Detective Agency, only to be told by Koshimizu Nanatsuki that Shinichi had taken on a case the previous night and needed to be away for a while, with no idea when he would return.

He knew, of course, that this was just an excuse from Koshimizu Nanatsuki, but there wasn't much else he could do besides visiting the Koshimizu Detective Agency every day.

However, he now has an even more troublesome matter to deal with. For some reason, the incident at Twilight Villa has been published in the newspapers. Due to the tight information blockade, various media outlets have started to fabricate stories.

One of the most widespread rumors is that the owner of the Twilight Villa used the ownership of the villa as a prize to organize a detective competition. Two famous high school detectives from Kanto and Kansai participated, and Shinichi Kudo won the championship and obtained ownership of the villa.

The rumors were quite detailed and even included a photo of Shinichi Kudo and Heiji Hattori standing in front of the villa, further increasing their credibility.

Just as he was thinking about how to refute the rumors, his cell phone rang. After seeing Hattori Heiji's number, Conan waved goodbye to Koshimizu Nanatsuki with a bit of helplessness and went into a side alley.

Chapter 90 The Beginning and End of the Aviation Ban

"Hey, Hattori, what's up?" Conan had already switched to Shinichi Kudo's voice.

"Did you read what was in the newspaper?" Hattori said angrily. "Those despicable media outlets dared to spread rumors, it's really..."

"Are you angry because they spread rumors, or because they spread rumors that I won?" Conan asked with a chuckle.

"Yes, both are true." Hattori was quite frank. "However, I had a friend in the police force help me identify it, and the photo wasn't photoshopped. In fact, with the technology the Metropolitan Police Department currently knows, it's impossible to create a photo like that."

"You mean, someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes?"

“Yes, it’s probably an attempt to divert attention,” Hattori said. “This cutting-edge technology sounds a lot like Moriarty’s work. I suspect she doesn’t want to declare war on that organization, but rather wants to shift their attention to someone else, like…”

"On my body, right?" Conan yawned. "I'm actually looking forward to them coming to find me."

He added in his mind—provided they could find it.

"You rascal, never mind, just be careful." Hattori sighed. "Next time you come to Osaka, remember to come find me so I can show you some hospitality."

"Didn't you say you were going to stay in Tokyo for a while?"

“After such a big incident, my dad is urging me to go back immediately. I asked him about the black-clad organization, but he wouldn't say anything, he just kept urging me to go back. I heard that you and Mr. Mogi rejected the witness protection program. I personally suggest that you accept the police protection, it would be safer. Mr. Mogi boarded a flight to Italy yesterday.”

Conan said somewhat helplessly, "I know, you don't need to remind me."

He wanted to accept it, but he couldn't very well tell the police officers that Shinichi Kudo had become a child. Besides, Kogoro Mouri had already accepted the witness protection program, so staying by his side was no different from being under his own protection.

Just as he hung up the phone and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Dr. Agasa called again, clearly urging him to return the medicine.

There's definitely no medicine left, and all he can do now is go back and get scolded.

The next day, when Xincheng emerged from the supercomputing center with dark circles under his eyes, a barrage of text messages popped up on his phone from all sorts of people. He only opened a few of the more important messages, glanced at them briefly, and then deleted them.

Just as he was about to take a break, Pisco called, saying he wanted to meet and seemed to be in a hurry.

After arranging to meet at Asano Minori's hospital, Shinjo hailed a taxi. He originally wanted Director Ochiai to drive him, but when he called, he learned that Director Ochiai was holding an art exhibition in Kyoto and was not in Tokyo at all.

An hour and a half later

When Shinjo entered the conference room, he saw Kenzo Masuyama pacing by the window, clearly having been there for quite some time.

"What do you want?" Shinjo asked, looking at Kenzo Masuyama. "Why are you in such a hurry? Does Gin intend to make a move against you?"

“That guy wouldn’t dare lay a hand on me. My position in the organization is not low; he’s not someone a rising star can shake.” Pisco snorted, though his expression betrayed his unease.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?" Xincheng opened the coffee he bought downstairs. "I've been busy lately, I don't have time to beat around the bush with you."

"You should know about what happened at the Twilight Villa, right?" Pisco pulled out a chair and sat down opposite New Town. "You might not know, so let me explain the details..."

“No need to explain, I was in the Twilight Villa at the time.” Shinjo took a sip of coffee. “Gin’s jamming missile was my doing.”

"Huh?" Piske felt his brain was a little slow to process what was happening.

"By the way, I was the one who set the fire at Twilight Villa." Shinjo shrugged. "Is there a problem with that?"

“You’ve already aimed a missile at him, why don’t you just shoot him down?” Pisco said, then realized his slip of the tongue and quickly added, “I’m doing this for your own good. Since that guy came back, he’s been investigating the list of people who attended the party that day, trying to find Jiang Xiaobai.”

"You really think I have that kind of weapon? It's already good enough that you could scare him a little. What exactly do you want from me?" Shinjo frowned.

Pisco's habit of speaking without getting to the point is really annoying, no wonder Gin shot him.

Upon hearing Xincheng's question, Pisco immediately took a document from his briefcase and handed it to Xincheng.

"Members of the House of Representatives and the Senate?" Shinjo only glanced at the document before his gaze was completely drawn to it. "What is Gin planning? Is he going to wage war on Japanese politics?"

"The Metropolitan Police Department's helicopter had already taken off that day, but the Air Traffic Control Bureau said that the airspace environment in Nagano Prefecture was unpredictable and that planes were prone to crashes, so they issued a no-fly order. The Metropolitan Police Department had no choice but to postpone the helicopter's takeoff."

"You mean Gin ordered these congressmen to do this?" Shinjo slammed the documents on the table. "Gin is now asking you to find a way to silence them, is that right?"

“That’s how it is.” Pisco also had a headache. “Those two members of the House of Representatives are easy to deal with; we can just fake it as an accident. But this Shigehiko Tomonochi and the Tomonochi family are a bit troublesome. This guy is a current member of the Senate, and the Tomonochi family has a large number of members.”

"Can't we spare this guy's life?" Shinjo frowned. "There are only about 100 members of the Senate in all of Japan. He's still very valuable. It would be a waste to just use him and then discard him."

“That’s what I said too, but Gin told me that this guy is already being watched by the Metropolitan Police Department because of bribery.” Pisco wiped the sweat from his forehead. “He knows too many organizational secrets, and once he’s interrogated, he’s likely to expose the organization’s existence. He was supposed to be eliminated anyway, so having him help issue the no-fly order is just making the most of his remaining value.”

“This guy’s got a good plan.” Shinjo looked at Pisk with a half-smile. “So, what brings you here?”

“I want to ask if you’ve managed to get rid of this Shigehiko Tobuchi,” Pisco said helplessly. “This guy seems to know the organization wants to take action against him, and he’s been hiding in his house and won’t come out. We can’t do anything about it…”

After thinking for a moment, Shinjo took out his own headset and handed it to Piske.

"This is……"

“My assistant, Karen, you can ask her directly if you have any questions,” Shinjo said. “She’s a top-notch hacker, and she can investigate Shigehiko Tobukuro’s schedule and security thoroughly for you.”

Chapter 91 Rewards and Witness Protection

Pisco was taken aback; he hadn't expected Newtown to have such talent around him.

After hesitating for a moment, he took the earphones and asked with some doubt, "Aren't you going to stop me?"

“Why should I stop you?” Shinjo snorted. “This guy issued an aviation ban that almost killed us. I was going to settle accounts with him anyway. Since Gin and you are willing to do it for me, I’m naturally happy to oblige. Besides, the fact that the Metropolitan Police Department is targeting him is enough to prove that he deserved to die.”

"You bastard!" Pisco was also somewhat speechless. "Shugoro Toguchi isn't the problem, but his family... I remember you hated them the most when you were on missions before..."

Does he have any underage children?

"No."

"Then I'll leave it to you. I have no interest in dogfighting. Whether it's Gin or you who kills, what does it have to do with me? I'm not some saint. Besides, if I stop you, how will you explain it to Gin?" Shinjo said, then stood up. "By the way, has the organization sent anyone to Japan recently?"

"Send someone to Japan? No, we didn't." Pisco was taken aback, then realized something, and his face turned extremely ugly.

“Bourbon is here, and he’s been here for almost half a month.” Shinjo stopped at the door. “Show your value as soon as possible, otherwise I won’t be able to save you when the BOSS wants to kill you.”

Pisco watched Newtown's figure disappear at the end of the hospital corridor and slammed his fist on the conference table.

Generally, the organization would notify him and Gin if there were any changes in personnel at the Japanese branch. Now that Bourbon is in Japan, Cognac knows about it, but he doesn't, which means he's been marginalized within the organization.

After leaving the conference room, Xincheng went straight upstairs to find Ma Shengshi, asked him for some medicine, and then left the hospital.

Just as he was about to start the vehicle, a virtual screen popped up in front of him.

[Custom script settlement complete]

Overall rating: B- (326)

[Reward: Excited state, Mirror Return]

[Start a new scenario - Swordsman]

[Long-term script settlement completed]

【无间道+0%（63.9%），詹姆斯·莫里亚蒂+8.32%（16.07%），亡牌飞行员+0%（25.3%），约翰·H·华生+1.1%（8%）】

[Long-term script rewards: Substitute Doll, Criminal's Diary.]

"A state of heightened excitement?" Shinjo clicked on the annotation with some doubt. "When excited, there is a chance of entering a state of heightened excitement, secreting a certain amount of β-endorphin. Using this neurotransmitter as a medium, the central nervous system enters a state of heightened excitement. This directly manifests as an increase in physical abilities, thinking ability, and thinking speed."

[Note: Using drugs to induce an excited state will not trigger a state of euphoria. A state of euphoria places an extreme burden on the body's organs and bones, and long-term use is not recommended.]

After reading the explanation and annotations, Shinjo's expression was a bit strange. That's it? Isn't this just a stimulant? The reward for a B-grade script is far too perfunctory.

"Mirroring: While capturing the trajectory of the enemy's bullet and judging its trajectory, the muscles react and fire to intercept the enemy's bullet." Shinjo stood up abruptly from his seat, his head hitting the roof of the car.

At this point, he no longer cared about the pain in his head, because this reward was just too overpowered; this must be the legendary gun-fu technique.

However, he quickly noticed a line of red text below the description of [Mirror Return]: Note: Under normal circumstances, the speed of human muscle and nerve reaction cannot meet the standard, and there is a certain chance of failure in interception. It can be activated 100% successfully when combined with the hyper-excitement mode.

"I see, so it's a combo attack." Shinjo nodded in satisfaction. It seems the reward for that state of euphoria wasn't so bad after all.

Just then, his phone rang again. It was Amuro Tooru calling. Because he was too tired, Shinjo asked him to meet the next day, and Amuro Tooru would decide the meeting place.

Inside Poirot Cafe

"That guy said he's busy today and we can meet tomorrow," Amuro Tooru said, looking at Miyano Shiho in front of him. "So, what exactly is that drug? And why can Kudo Shinichi turn back?"

Shiho Miyano fell silent, seemingly unwilling to answer Tooru Amuro's question.

"Alright, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't. Try this, it's a new Swiss roll I made." Amuro Tooru placed a plate of Swiss rolls in front of Miyano Shiho. "Try it and see how it tastes."