Conan, I'm an actor

"Bingo!" Shinjo said with a smile. "So, could you please ask Yukiko to lend me this house for a couple of days?"

"So how are you going to explain this to Gin? He's very suspicious of you." Vermouth looked at Shinjo with a half-smile. "Before I came here, he told me to find a way to confirm whether you were a traitor. If you were, then I'd take care of you."

"Oh, do you not know whether I'm a traitor or not?" Shinjo laughed as he backed away.

The next second, Vermouth attacked him, smashing her gun towards his head.

As Shinjo took a step back, his left hand reached for Vermouth's wrist, attempting to disarm her.

If Vermouth wanted to kill him, she could have shot him, but she chose close combat instead, which puzzled him, causing him to hold back. Then Vermouth grabbed his sleeve, and with a forceful pull, his suit jacket was ripped open, leaving a gash under his arm.

Shin-joo coughed twice, straightened his suit, and said solemnly, "Well, I think I can explain..."

Underneath the black suit was a T-shirt with text in Chinese, English, French, German, Italian, Japanese, and Korean, each language bearing the phrase: "I am an undercover agent."

"You still enjoy provoking others as always," Vermouth said meaningfully. "I'm afraid that after this, Jiang Xiaobai, this traitor, will become Gin's number one enemy."

"What does his hunting down of his Jiang Xiaobai have to do with my Ganyi?" Xincheng whistled. "So, are you going to help him or not?"

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That night, major television stations reported on the massive traffic congestion in Tokyo caused by the traffic light system malfunction, followed by the usual practice of bowing and apologizing, and then the matter was considered closed. These media outlets made absolutely no mention of the robbery at 4M Bank.

"Uncle Mori, why isn't there any news about such a big bank robbery?" Conan looked at Kogoro Mori with some confusion.

"It's simple. If depositors knew that the bank's money had been robbed, they would definitely condemn the bank and try to transfer their deposits to other banks." Kogoro Mouri looked at the newspaper and took a swig of beer. "That would cause a bank run. To avoid this, the Mitsubishi Group paid a considerable amount of public relations fees to suppress the matter."

Hearing Kogoro Mouri's words, Conan breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought that the case had been taken over by the Public Security Bureau again.

"Then why don't you transfer the money out, Dad? Doesn't the bank have bad debts?" Xiaolan asked, somewhat puzzled.

As the housekeeper of this household, she is quite sensitive to money.

"What's there to be afraid of with my meager savings?" Kogoro Mouri said somewhat sourly. "I really envy Shinjo. I heard from Inspector Megure that the evidence for the gold at the Twilight Villa has been completed, and the Metropolitan Police Department will return the gold to him in a couple of days."

"Doesn't this kind of evidence gathering take a long time?" Conan was taken aback.

"It seems that Moriarty hired a lawyer to put pressure on the Metropolitan Police Department. Besides, it's not safe for such a large sum of money to be kept in the hands of the Metropolitan Police Department; there's a suspicion of embezzlement." Kogoro Mouri shrugged. "Anyway, for various reasons, the evidence collection work was completed ahead of schedule."

Chapter 98 Rented Housing and Division of Loot

Conan was taken aback by Kogoro Mouri's words. Others might not know, but he was very clear: the Twilight Villa was simply a matter of Shinjo transferring ownership from one hand to the other. Was there really any need to rush?

Just as he was thinking, a phone call came in. Looking at the number, it turned out to be his irresponsible mother.

The thought that his parents didn't know he had shrunk gave him a headache. After hanging up the phone, he told Ran and picked up his skateboard to go to Professor Agasa's house.

Downstairs at the Mouri Detective Agency, inside a vehicle with brown sunshade film, Vermouth took a picture of Conan's face with her camera.

Not long after, Conan arrived at Professor Agasa's house.

"Professor Agasa, is my voice changer fixed yet?" Conan asked in a very familiar manner as he changed into slippers.

When he first arrived here, he had already checked and there was no sign of the Black Organization, not even a single person on the road.

"The voice changer is fixed, but those people haven't left yet, which is why I didn't let you come and pick it up." Dr. Agasa seemed to have just finished showering, and was drying his already thin hair with a towel.

"But I didn't see any of those people on my way here," Conan asked, somewhat puzzled. "Did they go home after get off work?"

"It's probably because the Kudo family's house is being rented out." Professor Agasa was taken aback. "Didn't Yukiko inform you?"

"Huh?" Conan was taken aback. How did it get rented out?

Although I'm currently living at the Mori family's house, it's still officially my place. How could my mom rent out my place to someone else? The worst part is, I didn't even know...

However, he quickly remembered the phone call his mother had made to him earlier, and a bad feeling arose in his heart. Just as he was hesitating whether to call back and ask, Yukiko Kudo called first.

"Hello? Mom, what's up at this hour?" Conan held the phone in one hand and the voice changer in the other.

"Shin-chan, um, could you please stay somewhere else for the next two weeks?" Yukiko Kudo said somewhat shyly. "A friend of my mother's is a big fan of your father, and she wants to rent our house to hold a costume book exhibition."

"This one……"

"Please, Shin-chan, you'll agree, right?"

"Alright then." Considering that he wouldn't be going into that room anytime soon, Conan had no choice but to agree to his mother's request.

After hanging up the phone, Conan felt a headache coming on. Well, now he really was homeless.

"It must be Yukiko calling," Professor Agasa said gleefully. "Anyway, you've been staying at the Mori's house lately, so it won't hurt to rent it out for a few days."

"Professor Agasa!"

Seeing Conan's slight dissatisfaction, Professor Agasa immediately changed the subject, "By the way, didn't you say you knew who had the antidote? Where is the antidote now? You haven't gotten it yet, have you? That's not like you."

Although his body has shrunk, Conan's mobility is by no means weak, and is even stronger than when he was Shinichi Kudo.

"If I can't find him, where am I supposed to find the antidote?" Conan complained. "I feel like Mr. Shinjo is avoiding me. I've been going to the Koshimizu Detective Agency every day for the past two days, but I still haven't seen him."

"So the person you're talking about is Mr. Shinjo. I heard he's been..." Professor Agasa stopped mid-sentence.

The supercomputing center must be very important to New City, and he heard from the engineers that the things they were researching there seemed to be extremely important as well. If he told Conan, given Conan's resourcefulness, he would definitely go there, and it wouldn't be good if something went wrong.

"Professor Agasa, do you know where Mr. Shinjo is?" Conan's eyes sharpened instantly.

“I know, but he’s probably doing something very important,” Professor Agasa said after a moment’s hesitation. “It’s probably best if you don’t disturb him. Besides, you’re probably used to being a kid, so what’s wrong with staying a kid for a while longer?”

Conan opened his mouth, wanting to ask where Shinjo was, but since Professor Agasa had already gone this far, it wasn't convenient for him to continue.

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“The money is all here. The guards have already been paid hush money.” Shiro Kaizuka placed several bags of banknotes in front of Akemi Miyano. “The change has been given to him. Even if he uses it, it won’t be detected.”

"Well done." Miyano Akemi looked at Kaizuka Shiro in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and said to Kaizuka Shiro, "It would be best if you went abroad to hide for a while, and came back after a year or two."

Shiro Kaizuka was taken aback. "This is..."

“I’m afraid Gin will kill you to cover it up, so you’d better leave secretly when you go abroad,” Miyano Akemi said, her head down. “And that guy, you two leave together, and remember to keep in touch after you get out.”

Shiro Beizuka's face turned extremely ugly. As a low-level member of the organization, he knew very well how terrifying the organization was. If those guys really wanted to silence him, he would die no matter where he ran.

Akemi Miyano took out two stacks of 10,000 yen bills and handed them to Shiro Kaizuka in front of her. "Don't go to America. It's one of the organization's main bases. Europe is too. Apart from these places, you can choose for yourself."

Looking at the banknotes in front of him, Shiro Kaizuka hesitated for a long time before finally managing to utter, "Why?"

"You'll have to ask those big shots in the organization," Miyano Akemi said with a smile, looking at Kaizuka Shiro. "Why don't you go ask them?"

“I have no doubt about that.” Beizuka looked at the woman in front of him and asked, “My question is, why are you helping me? If they want to silence you, aren’t you afraid of being retaliated against by Gin for leaking information?”

"Why do you think I can escape unscathed?" Miyano Akemi said with a smile. "I was also one of the targets to be silenced. However, as the mastermind, I was able to hide the money and buy some time. As for you, if you miss this time, you will only face death. I let you go so that you can scout out and see which area is safe, nothing more."

"Mutual exploitation?" Hearing Miyano Akemi's words, Kaizuka Shirou breathed a sigh of relief and took the money. "However, I'll disappoint you, I have no intention of running away."

Akemi Miyano was taken aback; she couldn't understand what was wrong with the man in front of her.

Seemingly sensing Miyano Akemi's confusion, a ruthless glint flashed in Beizuka's eyes. "They want to kill me, so I'll kill them too. Isn't that what the organization teaches us?"

Chapter 99 Sniping from a Thousand Meters Away

"What do you want to do?" Miyano Akemi was also startled. How come she never realized before that this guy was such a brute?

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how your parents died. Those guys drove me to the brink of despair, then pretended to help me and made me work for them.” Beizuka snorted. “I didn’t have the chance before, so I pretended not to know. But since they want to kill me now, I’ll naturally fight back, even if it costs me my life.”

Akemi Miyano opened her mouth, but her mind went blank, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

Beizuka took the money directly from her hand, took something from the trunk, and then disappeared into the night.

Miyano Akemi watched his actions with a complicated expression. She had originally thought that Beizuka would accept the stolen money and run away, but judging from his current appearance, he was clearly preparing to stay and fight the organization. She wondered which unlucky guy would fall into his hands.

After watching Beizuka leave, Akemi shook her head to clear her mind. The most important thing now was to figure out how to dispose of the cash and the weapons…

The thought of weapons suddenly gave her a bad feeling.

When they ran to the trunk, they found that the shotgun and 12 bullets that had been lying there were gone. Considering that Beizuka had opened the trunk earlier, it was obvious who had taken the gun.

Miyano Akemi was quite pleased with this; it would be best if this guy could drag a few more people down with him.

She hadn't thought much of that idiot Beizuka initially, after all, the organization's assassins were all elites, armed with weapons, so even if he took precautions, it would be difficult for him to achieve a good outcome. But now...

After closing the trunk, she drove straight to a rental company, rented several safes, put all the cash into one of them, locked it, and left.

However, she didn't notice that a black Porsche was always following behind her.

"Boss, what is this woman trying to do? Didn't they say that money was stolen and that the Metropolitan Police Department would be closely monitoring it? How could she give it to that race car driver? If the Metropolitan Police Department finds out, wouldn't that be a huge problem?" Vodka said anxiously.

"Didn't you want to take it out and use it directly? How could that stupid woman have thought of that?" Gin snorted. "But those two robbers, and that guard..."

“I’ve already made arrangements. I’ll send people to kill them in a couple of days.” Vodka smiled.

Gin nodded. This wasn't the first time Vodka had done something like this, so he was relatively at ease.

Just as he was about to light a cigarette and relax, he suddenly saw a faint reflection on a building in the distance in his rearview mirror. Before he could react, a bullet hole appeared in the rear window of his Porsche. The bullet grazed the tip of his cigarette and then hit the windshield.

Seeing the cigarette that had already burst open in his hand, Gin immediately shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward.

“Boss…” Vodka was about to say something, but the bullet hole in the windshield choked him back.

"That guy is here. The sniping spot was about 2500 yards away from us. To be able to hit someone from that distance is impossible; it could only be him." Gin's face showed an excited smile.

"Who?" Vodka was taken aback.

Gin didn't answer his question, focusing instead on driving and dodging bullets that could come at any moment.

Mingmei, who had just finished depositing her money, heard a gunshot. Just as she was about to check what was happening, she saw a Porsche 365A speeding past on the road.

She recognized Gin's car, of course, but she hadn't expected him to follow her the whole time. Did they see the gun that Beizuka took too? She reached for her phone in her pocket, hesitating whether to notify Beizuka and the others.

Above the building

Shinjo put away his sniper rifle; he was the one who fired that shot. He had originally wanted to light Gin's cigarette, but he hadn't managed to.

“Cigarettes aren’t strong enough; they’ll just explode when a bullet hits them. You could try a cigar, though,” Karen said into New Town’s earpiece. “Or maybe you could try tracer rounds next time; they might light it.”

“Tracer rounds have a different structure than regular bullets, and their trajectory is special. Using tracer rounds to light a cigarette at this distance would scare Gin to death. This gun is good, the accuracy is acceptable, but the power is insufficient.” Shinjo looked at the CheyTac M200 in his hand and asked, “Anything better?”

"Who do you take me for?" Karen said with a hint of resentment. "This is a sniper rifle, not a pistol. Not only is it expensive, but it's also hard to find. How easy is it to get your hands on it without anyone noticing?"

"By the way, how's the investigation going?" Shinjo knew Karen's predicament, so he quickly changed the subject.

As he spoke, he disassembled all the parts from the sniper rifle and placed them in the violin case.

“The FBI recently sent 15 people into Japan, including Judy and James, but I couldn’t find Shuichi Akai.” Karen was also a bit troubled. “I checked their headquarters records, and they show that Shuichi Akai is currently on vacation.”

"Looks like this guy's already in Japan. Since I can't find him, I'll get someone else to help me." Shinjo kicked a nearby bullet casing, moving it to a conspicuous spot. "How's the preparation for the costume book expo going?"