Conan, I'm an actor

“Those are photos taken when Yumi and I were dating,” Kazushi Nakamichi said with some melancholy. “I pursued Yumi for 18 years and proposed to her several times, but she never said yes. About half a year ago, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I went on a blind date and broke up with her.”

"These photos..."

"Right after you and your boss's daughter got together, Yumi kept threatening your fiancée, even threatening to send these photos to her to blackmail you, right? That woman just enjoys being pursued; she genuinely wants to date you." Shinjo leaned against the coffee shop door. "You should understand that."

"You're the one who came looking for me, right?" Nakamichi Kazushi looked at Shinjo in front of him. For some reason, he felt that the person in front of him was very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

“Yes, I’m here to confirm one thing.” Shinjo looked at Nakamichi Kazushi in front of him and asked, “Are you really going to kill him at this class reunion? Especially right under the nose of the great detective Kogoro Mouri.”

"I don't know either!" Nakamichi Kazushi said helplessly. "I don't know what to do with her. Even though I got the photos back, she'll definitely find other ways to continue harassing me. I don't want her to ruin my life, I..."

"Where's the gun?" Shinjo asked, his face dark.

He originally thought that since he had dismantled the gun, Nakamichi Kazushi no longer had a weapon to kill people, but judging from the meaning behind Nakamichi Kazushi's words, he was still prepared to kill Horikoshi Yumi.

Nakamichi Kazushi said with some helplessness, "The gun is on me, but I can't give it to you, this gun..."

Shinjo directly presented him with a police ID, which was obviously forged. However, in a way, it was real; Karen had already entered his information into the system, and checking the ID number would definitely reveal a record of Shinjo Tetsuo.

“Police officer, the third person Mori mentioned, that must be you, right?” Nakamichi Kazushi handed over his pistol with a hint of helplessness. “I really didn’t expect to be caught by the two of you. But can you tell me how you found out about me?”

“We’ve found evidence against the criminals, and following the trail, we found you,” Shinjo said seriously. “Then I investigated your background and stumbled upon these other things as well.”

"I will turn myself in."

“No need. Remember, I asked you to buy this gun to investigate the selfish gang. Tell everyone that no matter who asks.” Shinjo stretched his neck. “As for Horikoshi Yumi, I’ve already contacted the Metropolitan Police Department. They should have the results soon.”

"what?"

"Judging by the timeline, the arrest warrant should have been issued recently. It would take two days for someone like her to clear her head in jail."

"But……"

“Nakamichi-san, your father-in-law is a leader in the police station. It’s no small matter for his daughter to be threatened and intimidated.” Shinjo patted Nakamichi Kazushi on the shoulder. “You don’t need to blame yourself. You can only blame your ex-girlfriend for being too self-centered. She’s an adult. She should know what she should and shouldn’t do. If she doesn’t, then she has to pay the price.”

Conan opened his mouth, his previous focus on the romantic entanglement between Nakamichi and Horikoshi had overlooked the fact that Nakamichi was Kazushi's fiancée. It seemed that this Aunt Horikoshi had done something quite extraordinary. But why did Uncle Shinjo, who was clearly doing a good deed, give off the feeling of a yakuza boss?

"By the way, Conan, you should know what to say and what not to say when you see Mori later, right?" Shinjo said with a smile to Conan.

"Yes, I understand. I would never say anything carelessly." Conan nodded immediately.

Just then, police cars arrived at the hotel entrance. More than a dozen police officers got out of the cars, and before Horikoshi Yumi could complain, they handcuffed her and took her away.

“This…” Nakamichi Kazushi looked at Shinjo Tetsuo beside him, his face filled with disbelief.

He hadn't expected Shinjo to act so quickly. He should at least have let Yumi finish attending the class reunion. To be arrested by the police right there at the reunion—how humiliating would that be?

"You're not feeling well, or something urgent has come up at the company and you need to go back to work overtime." Shinjo patted Nakamichi Kazushi on the shoulder. "Just make up any excuse to save face for her. Or, you can just tell the truth."

After saying that, Xincheng walked directly towards the hotel, waving as he went.

"Uncle Nakamichi, do we need to go over our statements before we go back?" Conan asked Nakamichi Kazushi with a somewhat naive look.

Nakamichi Kazushi's breath hitched. He never imagined that he, a dignified police officer, would one day be involved in collusion.

As Shinjo entered the hotel and was about to go up the stairs, he saw Kogoro Mouri, who had been waiting for him for a long time. Kogoro Mouri was looking at his classmate with a serious expression.

"Hey, weren't you in the pool hall?" Shinjo greeted him somewhat awkwardly. "What brings you out here?"

"The commotion outside was too loud, so I came out," Kogoro Mouri said, staring at Shinjo. "What's with those police? Why are they arresting Yumi?"

“Nakamichi Kazushi’s fiancée was threatened by Horikoshi Yumi. The evidence is conclusive and has been verified. An arrest warrant was issued last night.” Shinjo shrugged. “You know his fiancée’s identity. Until Horikoshi Yumi’s motives are clarified, she needs to stay in jail.”

"Couldn't you have been a little gentler..." Before Kogoro Mouri could finish speaking, he saw something dark flying towards him and instinctively caught it.

Chapter 121 Hairstyle Under the Fireworks

Upon seeing what it was, Kogoro Mouri was startled; it was a gun. He had clearly seen from upstairs that Nakamichi Kazushi handed something to Shinjo, but he never expected it to be a gun.

“Being taken away is better than being killed.” Xincheng shrugged. “You can handle this gun. I have no interest in cleaning up the mess left by your classmates.”

Kogoro Mouri nodded with a slight headache, then returned to his room and put the gun away. He'd figure out a way to hand it over to Inspector Megure and let him handle it.

At six o'clock in the evening, as clusters of fireworks rose into the sky, the members of the judo club all had smiles on their faces, except for Nakado and Mori, whose smiles were somewhat stiff.

"Are you really going to kill Yumi today?" Kogoro Mouri looked around to make sure no one was there, then stared at Kazushi Nakamichi in front of him and asked in a low voice.

“Yes!” Nakamichi Kazushi looked at the fireworks in the sky. “If it weren’t for your friend, I would have made a terrible mistake by now. Actually, there’s something I haven’t mentioned. This wasn’t an impulsive crime. I had been planning to kill her for several days and even devised a perfect plan.”

"Can't we talk this out properly?" Mori grabbed Nakamichi by the collar, forcing him to look him in the eye.

“You know what kind of person Yumi is.” Kazushi’s face was now full of relief. “If reasoning with her would have worked, why would I have been forced into this situation?”

Seeing the expression on Kazushi's face, Kogoro Mouri loosened his grip on his collar slightly.

"I'm sorry, I've ruined your entire class reunion." He Zhi gulped down his drink and lay down on the mat. "After this is over, I will turn myself in. Sending her to prison was not my intention."

Kogoro Mouri sighed as he looked at Kazushi beside him, "You didn't do anything, did you?"

"After all, it's been 18 years!" Looking at the starry sky, Kazuhiro slowly closed his eyes.

Kogoro Mouri looked towards the other side of the new city. Just as he was about to go over and say thank you, Ran and Conan returned with the main group.

Shinjo shook his head with a hint of helplessness, waving the sake bottle around. "Sake is no fun to drink; the alcohol content is too low."

Turning her head to look at Yue Shui, she noticed that Yue Shui was wearing a red yukata today, and her short hair was styled in a bun. She had been too busy for the past two weeks to notice, and Yue Shui's originally ear-length short hair had grown to shoulder length.

"Who taught you to style your hair like that?" Xincheng put down his wine glass. "Why did you decide to grow your hair long?"

"I cut my hair short before because it was too long and inconvenient to move around," Yue Shui said with a smile. "But now that I have you as my partner, I don't have to do a lot of things, so I want to grow it long again. It's just that my hair is all different lengths and it's all messy, so it's not easy to put up. What are you doing? I've been trying to put this up for a long time..."

“You look great today, but your hair isn’t styled well. It’s a festival, after all, so your hair should look nicer. This messy hairstyle is a bit of a letdown.” As Shinjo spoke, he came up behind Yueshui, removed the hairpin, and started fixing her hair.

"Oh... that's not a bird's nest hairstyle. I learned how to do it after a long time, following online tutorials." Hearing Xincheng's words, Yue Shui quieted down, only whispering a rebuttal, "Be gentle, it hurts a little."

"I understand." Shinjo slowed his movements. "Relax, why are you so tense?"

"My hair is a little itchy..." Yue Shui's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

Soon, Xincheng finished styling his hair, inserted the hairpin to secure it, and only after doing all this did he sit down to drink.

Yue Shui held up a small mirror and looked at her hair. Though she didn't want to admit it, Xin Cheng's hairstyle was definitely better than hers. But didn't he say he was single? How could he style it so well? Almost instinctively, she asked, "Why are you so skilled at it?"

Xincheng, who was tasting the wine, spat it out like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Fortunately, there were no people in front of him, so no dispute ensued.

At that moment, he felt as if the omen of death was flashing above his head.

"Are you alright?" Yue Shui was also startled by Xin Cheng's reaction.

Taking the tissue Yue Shui handed him, Xin Cheng wiped his mouth, coughed twice, and said, "There are videos online. Watch one, learn it, and you'll get it."

"Really?" Yue Shui was clearly skeptical. "I learned it online too, so why am I..."

“Of course, you can’t do a better job of analyzing things yourself than someone else can. You can’t see the back of your own head anyway.” Xincheng rolled his eyes. “Besides, you’re not a smart person to begin with.”

"What do you mean I'm not a smart person? That's going too far!" Yue Shui said angrily.

"So...you're a smart person?" Before Shinjo could finish speaking, he felt his ear being attacked. "Ouch! Ouch! Let go!"

Many tourists around looked over and greeted him with kind smiles.

"Mr. Shinjo and Ms. Koshimizu have such a good relationship," Ran Mouri said with a hint of envy.

"This guy..." Kogoro Mouri was a little annoyed. This guy had stirred up a hornet's nest and was now off having fun, leaving Kogoro here to cause trouble.

He was becoming increasingly annoyed with Xincheng. Since they had already found out, why didn't they notify him in advance instead of waiting until things were about to happen before taking action to stop them?

Yumi has been threatening Kazushi's fiancée for some time now; otherwise, given the relationship between the two, Kazushi wouldn't have considered killing Yumi.

Why arrest Yumi today? How are we going to explain this to others?

If it had happened a few days earlier, things wouldn't have escalated to this embarrassing state!

The thought of that gun made him even more frustrated; he still had to find a reason to give it to Megure.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Xiaolan asked, somewhat puzzled. "You've been a bit distracted since this afternoon."

Knowing Kogoro as she did, she knew he would be trying to get himself completely drunk at this point, but there were several unopened bottles of sake and beer next to him, which clearly indicated that something was on his mind.

Conan looked at Kogoro Mouri in front of him, then at Kazushi Nakamichi beside him, and quickly understood what was going on.

He just felt something was strange; when did the uncle become so sensitive?

As the last few fireworks faded, everyone returned to the hotel. During the meal, Ayashiro and his wife asked Jun about Yumi's whereabouts. Upon learning that she had gone back early, they didn't ask any further questions, only grumbling a few times.

At the festival

"How old are you? Why do you still need to eat this?" Xincheng handed the cotton candy to Yueshui with a hint of helplessness.

“I’m different from you.” Yue Shui took the cotton candy and made a face at Xin Cheng.

Shinjo walked to a mask stall and, looking at the masks filled with Japanese elements, almost instinctively picked up a fox mask.

"Is this a gift for me?" Yue Shui leaned closer.

"Dream on!" Xincheng rolled his eyes and put the mask back in its place. "If you want to buy it yourself, I've had a bit too much to drink today. I'm going back to sleep."

The next morning, the Ayashiro couple and Jun said they wanted to stay another day, while Nakamichi and Kogoro Mouri were heading back to Tokyo. Koshimizu and Shinjo bought some local specialties before getting into Kogoro Mouri's car.

Chapter 122 Matsuda Jinpei's Request

When Shinjo returned to the Koshimizu Detective Agency with his luggage and local specialties, he realized that he had forgotten his keys. He then looked at Koshimizu beside him.

"Um, I think I forgot my keys too." Yue Shui searched all her pockets and then said somewhat embarrassedly, "How about I call Cheng Shi? He should have another key."

"Forget it, let's just call a locksmith." Xincheng took out his phone and started dialing a locksmith's number.

A dozen minutes later, the locksmith, looking travel-worn, arrived at the scene and immediately took out his tools to start working on the lock. In less than a minute, the lock was opened.

"This is the lowest-grade Type A lock. You can open it as long as the pins inside are aligned." The locksmith yawned. "If I weren't worried about damaging the lock cylinder, I could open it in just a few seconds. By the way, here's my business card."

"The Locksmith, Yoshida Yuhei?" Shinjo looked at the business card.

"It's a nickname given to me by the neighbors," Yoshida said, scratching the back of his head.

“I don’t think this lock is very secure. If we need to replace it, do you have any recommendations?” Shinjo asked, pointing to the lock at the entrance of the firm.

When I bought the firm, I was short of money, so I just did some simple renovations and didn't even change the locks. Now that I'm involved with those guys again, it's natural to take some precautions, and changing the locks is necessary.

“Why don’t we just replace it with a C-type lock? That’s the highest-grade lock available on the market,” Yoshida said. “It’s very troublesome to open; it would take at least a few hours.”

Shinjo's lips twitched. The lock at the Kudo family's house was a C-lock, and those guys could open it whenever they wanted.

Just as Xincheng was considering whether it was possible to make a lock himself, Yueshui had already put down her luggage and came out. "Why do you want to change the lock? It's not the first time you've forgotten your keys. What if you change to a high-security lock and someone can't open it?"