Conan, I'm an actor

"Yeah, that's true." Shinjo scratched the back of his head somewhat awkwardly.

It seems that changing the locks won't stop those guys. When the locks can't be opened, they'll probably choose to dismantle the door or the wall.

After being away for two days, just as the two were preparing to take a good rest, Xincheng's phone rang.

He took out his phone and checked the number; it was Kogoro Mouri.

"Hey, we just parted ways, what's up?" Shinjo asked with a smile.

"About Yumi," Mori hesitated before saying, "I asked my lawyer friend about her situation..."

“If you want to save her, you should ask your wife, not me.” Xincheng shrugged. “After all, your wife is an elite in the legal field. She knows best about these kinds of things and is the most skilled at solving them.”

"Are you deliberately trying to make fun of me?" Kogoro Mouri said angrily. "I would rather die than go to that woman."

"Oh, well, there's nothing I can do about that then." Xincheng stretched. "So, is your friendship with your classmates just lip service?"

"You bastard!" Kogoro Mouri hung up the phone in a fit of anger.

Seeing the phone emitting a beeping sound, Xincheng shrugged and simply took it to charge.

"Dad, who are you talking to on the phone?" Xiaolan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"It's nothing, just a client who refused to pay the remaining detective fee." Kogoro Mouri picked up his coat. "I'm going out for a bit. You and Conan stay home."

He hadn't forgotten that he was still holding a gun, which was a hot potato that he had to hand over to Inspector Megure as soon as possible.

As the door closed, Ran Mouri hugged Conan and said, "Conan, don't you think Dad is acting a little strange? He's stopped drinking his favorite alcohol, and his temper seems to have gotten much worse."

"Maybe Uncle has something on his mind," Conan said, scratching his head.

He remembered that he hadn't said anything to Kogoro, so why was that slow-witted uncle so perceptive this time?

Conan suddenly remembered something, picked up his skateboard that was placed aside, waved and said, "I'll be going now, I have some questions for Professor Agasa!"

"One, two really," Xiaolan complained.

Just as she was tidying up her clothes, preparing to wash them and put them in the washing machine, the detective agency's phone rang.

"This is the Mouri Detective Agency... It's Sonoko." Ran was taken aback. "Is there something you need?"

"Of course I wanted to ask you out. By the way, where have you been these past few days?" Sonoko's annoyed voice came through the receiver. "Do you know how many times I've called you? Honestly."

"I went to my dad's class reunion with him, and I also went to an open-air hot spring with Conan," Ran said with a smile. "Once I get my SIM card sorted out, this won't happen again."

When did you buy your phone?

“It was Shinichi who sent it. He said he’s been busy lately and hasn’t had time to come back, so having a mobile phone makes it easier to communicate.”

"Damn it! That guy's got some nerve!" Sonoko said, somewhat indignantly. "Hey, are you free next weekend? Come to my villa, okay?"

"Go to the villa?" Xiaolan hesitated for a moment. "Okay, I'll tell Dad later."

"Then it's settled!" Sonoko said and hung up the phone immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Xiaolan sighed. This trip was too tiring, and she didn't want to go out for a while. But since Yuanzi was her best friend, she couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to agree.

Meanwhile, after arriving at the Metropolitan Police Department, Kogoro Mouri quickly found Inspector Megure. Inspector Megure merely inquired about the gun's origin before handing it to Takagi, who was beside him, to take it to the safekeeping room.

Mori only said that he found it in his hotel room during a class reunion, and said nothing else.

To his surprise, Megure didn't question this flimsy excuse; he simply wrote it down in the file and had Mori sign it. He even had the illusion that he had handed Megure tens of thousands of yen in cash, not a gun.

He walked out of the office in a daze and heard someone calling him from behind.

"You must be the famous detective, the Sleeping Kogoro Mouri, right?" a man wearing sunglasses suddenly said.

"Who are you?" Kogoro Mouri looked at the man in front of him with a somewhat suspicious expression.

Normally, if someone mentioned his name, he would readily acknowledge it and boast about it. But now he was in a bad mood, and he also sensed a hint of provocation in the man's words.

“He’s Officer Matsuda from the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Team,” Wataru Takagi said, walking over immediately. “He used to work for our First Investigation Division for a while before being transferred back.”

"Hello, this is my business card." Upon hearing that the other party was a policeman, Kogoro Mouri's expression softened slightly, and he handed over his business card.

"I've heard the instructors mention you. The target practice records at the police academy have always been held by you and Senior Shin-chan..."

"That's all from when I was younger," Kogoro Mouri scratched his head. "Actually, if we're really going to rank them, Shinjo's marksmanship is better than mine. By the way, what did you want to see me about?"

“I want you to help me investigate a case, in my own name,” Matsuda said. “That…”

Chapter 123 The Fake Names of the Fire Victims

"Matsuda, don't cause trouble for Mr. Mori." Inspector Megure came out of the back office. "Mori resigned from the Metropolitan Police Department because he was afraid of offending criminals and bringing trouble to his family. You know what kind of person that bomber is; he'll drag unrelated people into things just for his own satisfaction."

Kogoro Mouri's face also showed a hint of difficulty. "I'm really sorry, but I won't take those kinds of cases."

"I'm sorry," Matsuda bowed, "it was my oversight."

Megure walked over, patted Kogoro Mori on the shoulder, and said, "Brother Mori, don't take this to heart. Matsuda just wanted to catch that criminal to avenge his officer Hagiwara, but he hadn't found any clues, so he came up with this crooked idea."

Looking at the dejected Matsuda, and recalling Shinjo's hateful face, Kogoro Mori inexplicably took out Shinjo's business card and handed it to Matsuda. "I don't know what you need me for, but I think this person can help you."

Matsuda Jinpei was also taken aback when he saw the name on the business card. Shinjo Tetsuo, wasn't that his senior's name? He quickly took the business card and put it in his pocket. "Thanks, I'll visit you after get off work."

Watching Matsuda's departing figure, Inspector Megure sighed. He still cared deeply for his former subordinate.

If he knew who the criminal was, he would do everything in his power to bring him to justice, but the problem is he didn't. The criminal remained hidden like a rat in the gutter for four years, never once showing his face.

"Then I'll be going now," Mori said with a smile.

"Oh, right! Brother Mori, did you encounter any cases on this trip? With a gun appearing, it must have caused quite a stir." Inspector Megure suddenly remembered something and asked in a low voice.

"I'm not a jinx," Kogoro Mouri rolled his eyes. "I'm just having bad luck for a short time."

"Really?"

"real."

"I hope it's true." Inspector Megure said, looking at Takagi Wataru. "Takagi, see Mori off."

“Okay!” Takagi nodded, and then led Kogoro Mouri toward the parking lot.

"By the way, Officer Takagi, why didn't Inspector Megure ask me who the gun dealer was?" Kogoro Mouri asked, somewhat puzzled. "That kind of questioning doesn't seem to follow proper procedures or regulations."

Takagi was taken aback, then said, "Because the case of smuggling firearms has been transferred to the police, including those firearms, we only need to submit the evidence now."

Kogoro Mouri was taken aback. "Public security again?"

In recent days, he has heard the word "police" appear more and more often, and the word gives him a feeling of being haunted.

"Yeah, the police have been really active lately. They've taken on a lot of cases, but so far there's been no news of any cases being solved," Takagi complained. "I really don't understand what the higher-ups are thinking."

"You should be secretly happy. These are all major cases. If they don't take them over, you'll be the ones solving them." Kogoro put on a senior-like air. "At that time, the entire First Investigation Division will have a hard time."

"It can't be that bad..."

On the other side, Agasa's family

"Professor Agasa, how's the drug research going?" Conan asked anxiously after changing his shoes. "Can it be replicated? I mean, the drug's ingredients."

"What are you thinking? Reverse engineering a drug isn't that easy," Dr. Agasa said helplessly. "We don't have the money to give to others, and my friend can only do research after he finishes his current work. Besides, we only have two samples, so he doesn't dare to do experiments too frequently. The drug's composition hasn't even been determined yet."

Conan sighed. He had expected this answer, but he still couldn't help feeling a little disappointed when he actually heard it.

"If I could get more antidote, could I speed up the process of solving the mystery?" Conan asked, sitting at the bar. "Do you have instant noodles, Doctor? I'm a little hungry."

"The instant noodles are in that cupboard over there. As for hot water, you can boil some yourself." The doctor asked with some confusion, "Hey Shinichi, didn't you say that Shinjo got those drugs from those people in the organization? How did you get them?"

“Uncle Shinjo said he traded something with that person. If he can do it, so can I.” Conan placed the kettle on the heating base. “Whatever that guy wants, I’ll find a way to get it for him. I used to be a detective, so I have some savings, and my parents give me a good allowance.”

"Are the members of that organization really that shallow?" Professor Agasa was clearly not optimistic about Conan's method. "You said last time that when they made the deal at the amusement park, the tycoon gave them a whole box of cash. And during that bank robbery, they stole over a billion yen. Is your fortune really enough to cover that?"

After hearing what Professor Agasa said, Conan felt a little uncertain. His savings of a few million yen seemed really insufficient. Moreover, before his body returned to normal, he still needed to send a considerable amount of money to the Mori family every month for lodging and living expenses.

Just then, the sound of a news broadcast came from the television.

"The fire at the Beika Hotel resulted in two deaths, and the identities of the deceased have been confirmed..."

When the news anchor was broadcasting the news, photos of Akemi Miyano and Shuichi Akai appeared on the television screen.

"This..." Conan walked straight to the television. "How is this possible?"

"What's wrong? Shinichi, wasn't this already reported a couple of days ago? This is just a follow-up report."

“No, I know this woman.” Conan pointed to the woman’s picture on the TV and said, “She’s an employee of 4M Bank. She started working at 4M Bank about six months ago. I remember her name. Her name is Hirota Masami.”

"Hirota Masami?" Professor Agasa scratched his head in distress. "But this is information released by the police. The police can't possibly release false information, right? Do you think Miyano Akemi might be a former name, or that Hirota Masami is an alias?"

"A pseudonym?" Conan's mind conjured up images of Masami Hirota, especially the scene from that day, the day of the robbery.

Countless clues connected in her mind. If Hirota Masami was using an alias, then why was she using an alias to work at Yokohama Bank? Could it be related to the stolen cash?

Also, she kept checking her watch that day; was she trying to confirm the time of the crime? If I remember correctly, she took an unusually long time to eat lunch that day; if she was one of the robbers…

With that in mind, he took out his phone and voice changer and dialed Inspector Megure's number. There were some things he needed to confirm.

Through Shinichi's connections, he quickly found the clues he was looking for.

"Shinichi, what's wrong?" Professor Agasa asked, looking at Conan, who looked terrible.

“Hirota Masami is indeed an alias; her real name is Miyano Akemi,” Conan said, looking up. “She resigned the day after the bank robbery. She said she was reprimanded by her boss and felt uncomfortable, so she resigned.”

"You mean..."

“Yes, that’s right, she should also be one of the bank robbers.” Conan quickly finished his cup noodles. “This fire was arson, probably to cover it up. I have some things I need to verify.”

Chapter 124 A Series of Troubles

At that moment, he remembered something: Tetsuo Shinjo had never denied that the organization was responsible for the robbery. He had only denied being present at the scene, while pointing out that another member of the organization, Vermouth, was there.

If this robbery wasn't committed by the organization, then why was an organization member named Vermouth at the scene?

The lead in the bank robbery case has not been lost; digging deeper might yield unexpected results.

"Oh, right, Shinichi, take this." The professor took out a pendant-like object and handed it to Conan.

"What is this?" Conan looked at the pendant and asked curiously after seeing the number keys on it, "Is this a telephone? Is it a cell phone? But I already have a cell phone."

"This is a cell phone," Dr. Agasa said with his hands behind his back, somewhat proudly. "However, this cell phone is a bit special. To be precise, its scientific name should be satellite phone."

"A satellite phone?" Conan looked at the small pendant in front of him with a strange expression.

"What happened at the Twilight Villa gave me an idea. If you encounter danger outside of the service area, you can use this to call me or call the police directly," Dr. Agasa said with a smile.