Conan, I'm an actor

"But I remember satellite phones are supposed to be big, so why is this thing so small?" Conan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Because I removed most of the battery, searching for satellite signals consumes a lot of power." Dr. Agasa held out his hand, revealing more than a dozen button batteries. "So it can only be turned on in critical situations."

"I understand, thanks, Professor." Conan picked up Hanasaka and his skateboard and ran towards the Koshimizu Detective Agency.

When he arrived at the Koshimizu Detective Agency, he found it was already late and the agency was locked. Considering that Koshimizu Nanatsuki didn't like him, he decided to come back the next morning.

The second floor of the Koshimizu Detective Agency

Shinjo held a cup of coffee in his hand, looking out the window at Conan, and couldn't help but frown. Had that brat discovered something again? He's really giving me a headache.

He shook his head, finished his coffee in one gulp, and lay down on the bed to fall asleep immediately.

That night, Xincheng was destined to have a restless night, plagued by all sorts of nightmares. When he woke up in the morning, his pajamas were completely soaked.

"The medical module's self-test showed no problems, which is really strange." Xincheng rubbed his slightly throbbing temples. "If there's no physical problem, could it be a psychological one?"

Just as he was about to take a nap, Yue Shui knocked on the door.

"What's wrong?" Xincheng asked sleepily as he opened the door.

"We have guests."

"Why don't you just greet the guests?" Shinjo said somewhat discontentedly. "I'm just an assistant, you're the detective!"

"Hey, Shinjo-senpai, I didn't expect you to have become so lazy." Matsuda's voice came from beside Koshimizu.

"Didn't I tell you to wait on the first floor?" Koshimizu said with some dissatisfaction when he saw Matsuda coming upstairs.

"The second floor is a private area, and your current behavior constitutes trespassing..." Shinjo had already come out of the room, stretching his arms and looking at Matsuda with some ill intent.

"Stop, stop, stop. I have something important to discuss with you today. You'd better get up quickly, I have to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department at noon." Matsuda immediately raised his hands. "Also, I'm a police officer now. If you hit me, it will be considered assaulting a police officer."

Shinjo watched Matsuda's figure disappear at the end of the stairs, glanced at the calendar on the wall, calculated the days, and sighed helplessly.

In two days it will be the anniversary of Kenji Hagiwara's death. It's been seven years, and the criminal still hasn't been caught.

Because of his intervention, Matsuda Jinpei did not die on the Ferris wheel four years ago, but when he saw the bomber, he lost his composure and arrested him prematurely.

As a result, the bomber escaped from the encirclement before it was closed and then disappeared without a trace, never to be seen again.

After that incident, Matsuda was filled with remorse for letting the murderer of Hagiwara escape. In less than a month, it would be the anniversary of Hagiwara Kenji's death; he must have been desperate to ask for Matsuda's help.

After quickly washing up and changing into a casual shirt, he went straight to the refrigerator. "What would you like to drink? Coffee, barley tea, juice?"

“Coffee bar…” Matsuda said almost instinctively.

"We only have beer, do you want some?"

"Never mind, I have to drive later, and I don't want to drink and drive." Matsuda yawned.

"How long has it been since you slept?" Shinjo took off Matsuda's sunglasses, revealing two extremely dark circles under his eyes.

"Give it back to me, I just didn't sleep well." Matsuda reached out to grab it.

Shinjo raised his hand to push his hand away, and then swiftly threw him over his shoulder to the ground. However, he held back his strength, so the fall wasn't too hard. The blanket on the ground cushioned the fall, and Matsuda rolled over and got up easily.

"You dared to lay a hand on your senior? Looks like you're doing pretty well in the Metropolitan Police Department." Shinjo put his sunglasses aside. "You've gotten bolder, but your skills haven't improved much. You still need to practice more."

"Tch." Matsuda sat down on the sofa angrily.

Shinjo shook his head at Matsuda in front of him. "Is it because Hagiwara's death anniversary is coming soon?"

"That guy, he..."

"Didn't you find anything about that bomb from four years ago?" Shinjo placed a can of beer directly in front of Matsuda Jinpei. "Drink up, and get a good night's sleep. I'm afraid you'll die from overwork in this condition. I'll help you get a sick leave. I know those old guys in the Metropolitan Police Department well."

Matsuda Jinpei opened a beer, took a big gulp, and stared at the ceiling, saying, "How could I possibly sleep? The moment I close my eyes, I can see Hagiwara's face. That guy is still the same as before, he doesn't like wearing a bomb disposal suit."

By this time, Yue Shui had already picked up her keys and bag, ready to leave; she had classes to attend today. As she closed the door, she casually hung up the "Closed for Business" sign.

Shinjo looked at Matsuda, who looked dejected, and didn't say anything. He was waiting for Matsuda to continue. But instead of Matsuda continuing, he heard snoring.

"How long has it been since you slept?" Shinjo shook his head helplessly, went upstairs to get a blanket and threw it on him, then picked up a book from the bookshelf and started reading.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and it was almost time for dinner when Conan appeared at the door.

"What did I do today? I haven't gotten rid of one problem yet, and another one has come knocking on my door." Shinjo was also a little speechless, but he still went over and opened the door to let the little detective in.

"Uncle Shinjo..." Conan was about to speak when he saw someone sleeping on the sofa, so he lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Shinjo, there's something I want to confirm with you."

"Go ahead and say it." Shinjou's eyelids drooped, and he seemed indifferent.

"Was that bank robbery orchestrated by the organization?" Conan asked Shinjo with a nervous expression.

“Didn’t I already tell you? Yeah.” Shinjo rolled his eyes. “Vermouth was there, how could she not be? She’s a core member of the organization.”

"You didn't say the robbery was committed by the organization."

"Didn't you say? Now that you have, is there anything else?" Xincheng crossed his legs and directly dismissed the guests. "If there's nothing else, then leave. There are other guests here."

Chapter 125 Escaping is shameful, but useful

"Um, is Akemi Miyano a member of the organization?" Conan asked, staring at Shinjo's face.

When the name Miyano Akemi was mentioned, he noticed an abnormal movement in Shinjo's facial muscles. This guy definitely knows something!

"Yes."

"Was she the one who planned this robbery?" Conan asked, his hands resting on the table. "She should be the last robber to be silenced, right?"

“Yes, the other two robbers were also hired by her.” Xincheng poured himself a cup of tea. “Would you like some green tea? I had someone bring this tea from abroad.”

"Where is that money now?" Conan's expression turned somewhat hysterical.

Shinjo looked at Conan in front of him without saying a word, just sipping his tea.

“You know, right?” Conan had calmed down by now. “Tell me, where are those billions of dollars in cash?”

“I can tell you, it’s not impossible.” Shinjo poured himself another drink. “But, Detective, who are you planning to drag into this time? Over a billion yen, that’s a huge sum of money. With pressure from the Metropolitan Police Department and 4M Bank, it’s enough to get a lot of people involved.”

"I……"

"Megure? Takagi Wataru? Shiratori Ninzaburo? Or Sato Miwako?" Shinjo poured Conan a glass. "Or perhaps the entire First Investigation Division?"

As he spoke, he kept glancing at Matsuda Jinpei on the sofa out of the corner of his eye.

Conan was making too much noise just now and woke this person up.

For some reason, this person chose to pretend to be asleep, but since they like to pretend, they shouldn't expect to wake up easily.

“I can leak the information to Inspector Megure through Shinichi Kudo, and then have him coordinate reinforcements,” Conan said. “The SM Police should be able to deal with them, as long as they set a trap.”

Shinjo saw Matsuda's eyelids twitch and decided to take drastic measures.

"Those useless guys from the Mobile Squad?" Shinjo scoffed. "You must have seen the news about the fire a couple of days ago. Do you know who Shuichi Akai is, the one who died alongside Akemi Miyano?"

"Who is it?" An unnatural flush appeared on Conan's face.

The new city is clearly a bit too excited now, and we might be able to get more information about the organization out of him.

“An FBI investigator, and also the FBI’s best sniper.” Shinjo leaned back in his chair. “Organization codename: Rye Whiskey. After his undercover identity was exposed, he was hunted down by the organization, but for the past few years he had been hiding in the FBI headquarters, and the organization’s several assassination attempts all ended in failure.”

"This……"

“Quite a few top agents have fallen victim to the organization.” Shinjo leaned back in his chair. “I know of several myself, like Ethan Hondou from the CIA and Morofushi Hiromitsu from the Japanese Public Security Bureau. It’s a pity, I still had high hopes for that junior…”

After speaking, he looked at the sofa to the side, where Matsuda had changed the position of his hands. Although his body was still in a relaxed posture, all his muscles were tense.

"Junior?"

“Yes, he’s a student of Professor Onizuka. Onizuka is a teacher at the police academy. His full name is Onizuka Hachizo. You can ask Mori about him.” Shinjo’s face showed a hint of nostalgia. “After all, Mori was his prized student.”

"This is Japan, even if the SWAT team can't..."

Before Conan could finish speaking, Shinjo tapped the table twice with his fingers, interrupting him.

“Great Detective, we’re discussing how to deal with that black organization, not playing chess, do you understand?” Shinjo said with a serious face. “What do you mean even if the SMATS can’t do it? Are you planning to fill in the First Investigation Division first, then the SMATS, and finally recruit the Self-Defense Force? You’re exchanging pieces! Human lives are not chess pieces. Chess pieces can be played again, but people only have a next life.”

"That's not what I meant..." Conan's face turned red, and then he realized a problem.

Shinjo had infiltrated the Black Organization for a while; to say he was utterly inhumane, I wouldn't even be worthy of carrying his shoes. His words just now weren't out of anger or rebuke, but rather a restriction on him.

"Why are you stopping me?" Conan asked hesitantly, finishing his teacup. "If we continue to let these people exist, won't more people suffer? The casualties from destroying this organization, those who sacrificed their lives..."

Shinjo extended his hands and placed them in front of Conan. "In your eyes, these hands are no different from anyone else's, but to me, these hands are stained with blood. There are enemies and there are allies."

"This……"

“Just like you said, that’s what I thought at first too. But when I saw him die in front of me, I realized that sacrificing one person isn’t courage at all.” Shinjo picked up his teacup and gently blew on it. “I don’t want to make the choice between sacrificing the majority and sacrificing the minority, and I can’t make it. And you, right now, are just a student; you’re not qualified to make that choice yet. Whether it’s you, Edogawa Conan, or Kudo Shinichi, it’s all the same.”

"What if one day you have to make a choice?"

"Let's not discuss things that haven't happened yet." Shinjo's eyes turned dangerous. "I'm a very controlling person. If I had to make a choice one day, I would choose myself. Don't look at me like that. I have something that can take them down with me."

"what is that?"

"Children shouldn't pry into adults' affairs."

Tell me!

"By the way, I remember Ms. Yukiko really likes children. She would be very happy if there was a child who looked a lot like Shinichi." Shinjo reached for the phone on the table, but it was held down firmly by two small hands.

"Stop!" Conan said nervously. "Can't I just leave?"

He could already picture his mom holding him and playing with him like a toy. Absolutely not! He was a high school student; he couldn't be lifted up high!

"You are not allowed to appear within a 50-meter radius of the firm for two weeks."

"make a deal."

After seeing Conan off, Shinjo picked up the phone on the table and called a few acquaintances at the Metropolitan Police Department, asked Matsuda for half a day off, and then lay down on the recliner to start reading.

At this moment, Matsuda felt like he was going crazy. When Morofushi Kagemitsu died, those guys didn't tell him the cause of death at all, only saying it was an accident, and they didn't even find his body. He asked Furuya, but Furuya also said it was an accident!

He now knows that Morofushi was murdered, and that those who murdered him are likely already in Japan, but he cannot ask because he is currently sleeping.

As for asking Shinjo, given his personality, he definitely wouldn't tell. Should we ask the younger brother then? He seems to know about those guys too. But we should ask Shinjo about the younger brother as well; he probably doesn't know much either.

Three hours later

Shinjo refilled his teapot and glanced at Matsuda Jinpei on the sofa with some surprise.

He thought the kid would give up in two hours at most. He didn't expect him to last so long. It seems he hasn't learned nothing after all these years in the Metropolitan Police Department.