Conan, I'm an actor

Chapter 126 The Price of an Additional Commission

"Alright, now that you're awake, stop pretending to be asleep." Seeing that it was almost noon, Xincheng said, "I still need to go out to buy groceries. You don't want to stay for lunch, do you?"

"I couldn't be happier." Matsuda rubbed his hands awkwardly. "It'll save me the cost of lunch. You don't know, senior, our wages are very low."

Shinjo rolled his eyes. Although he didn't know Matsuda's rank, he had been in the force for so long that it must be quite high, at least higher than Takagi and Sato.

Just then, his phone lit up. After glancing at it for a moment, he stretched and said, "Yue Shui isn't coming back. I only have instant noodles for lunch. Do you want some?"

"Never mind then, I'm already tired of instant noodles." Matsuda's expression instantly fell.

"Then let's go."

"But senior, you haven't agreed to my request yet..."

"Look closely at the sign on the door, it's Koshimizu Detective Agency," Shinjo said with a smile. "This is a detective agency, not my home. Koshimizu and I opened this detective agency to make money."

"Then I'll pay for your meal..."

“I told you, look at the signboard.” Xincheng shrugged. “If you have business, go to Yueshui. If you go to me, that’s a private commission, and that’s a different price. I have plenty of money. Besides, didn’t you just say your salary was very low? How come you suddenly have money again? Are you planning to take a bribe?”

"No, absolutely not, who would bribe a lowly clerk like me?" Matsuda shook his head vigorously. "It's all saved up."

"I heard you're still single, so I definitely can't take you. If I take your money and you regret it in ten or eight years and come looking for me, then I'm doomed."

"Shinjo-senpai, please, help me!" Matsuda slammed his hands on the table, his head about to hit it.

Seeing that Matsuda was about to kowtow to him, Shinjo had a headache and simply placed his book under Matsuda's forehead.

"Don't try that grand ceremony with me, I'm not buying it." Shinjo sighed. "I can catch that guy, but you have to do me a favor."

"it is good!"

"You agreed without even asking?" Xincheng rolled his eyes. "Aren't you afraid I'll sell you out, or make you do things you don't want to do?"

"Anyway, I won't make much money from it, so I might as well sell it," Matsuda said nonchalantly. "As for things I don't want to do, I think someone as kind as you, senior, wouldn't make things difficult for me."

"I haven't decided what kind of help I need from you yet." Shinjo waved his hand. "I'll let you know in a month."

"Senior Shinjo..."

“I’ll put that guy in jail before Hagiwara’s death anniversary.” Shinjo rolled his eyes. “That’s my promise, okay?”

"Thank you, senior!"

Leaving the detective agency, under the blazing sun, Matsuda's smile vanished. He had to find a way to understand what had happened to Kagemitsu.

To find out what happened, we need to find the person involved. It was Zero who brought back the news of Jingguang's death.

The guy's attitude back then clearly indicated that he knew something, but at the time they were all immersed in the grief of Jingguang's sacrifice, and they also guessed what Zero and Jingguang were doing, so they didn't investigate further.

But after learning that Jingguang was killed by those guys, he could no longer turn a blind eye.

"That Furuya guy is so secretive, I can't find him all day long." Matsuda took out his phone, dialed a few numbers, and then put it back. "Never mind, I'll ask him all the way when I visit Hagiwara's grave on the anniversary of his death."

Watching Matsuda leave, Shinjo shook his head. That guy's name and location information were on the criminal network. Arresting him was possible anytime, but the problem was the lack of evidence.

The materials used to make the bomb were all relatively common, which is why the Metropolitan Police Department couldn't find any clues after obtaining the bomb.

Shinjo saw the dismantling photos of the bomb afterward. Apart from the mercury sensor, everything else was found in everyday items; the mercury sensor, in particular, was handmade. Even if they found him now and obtained the bomb-making materials, he could still deny it.

Ultimately, the prosecution released the man due to insufficient evidence, making it difficult to catch him again.

The only way to get him arrested is to wait for him to commit another crime and catch him red-handed.

After turning on the computer and connecting to the internet, I sent that guy's information directly to Karen, asking her to monitor him 24 hours a day.

Miss Karen was furious about the task assigned to her by her employer and demanded a higher salary.

Shinjo told Karen that she could use the money in the account as she pleased, which infuriated her, since she had earned most of that money. Dissatisfied with Shinjo's attitude, Karen decided to retaliate.

In the afternoon, Xincheng, who was busy in the kitchen, received a call from the law firm.

"Bought an aircraft manufacturing company? Big or small?" Xincheng's mind was blank.

“It’s a small aircraft manufacturing company, and many of its patents are about to expire.” Pibol also felt a great headache. “I’ve investigated it. This aircraft manufacturing company has no technology whatsoever, and even its production lines are outdated. It’s just an empty shell!”

If it were any other investment, Pibor might not have said anything. After all, Karen earned most of the group's money, and her investment skills were recognized throughout the group and even the market. Even if there were losses, they were just market fluctuations and within a controllable range.

But this time is different from before. In the past, those investments were all in the futures market, which were virtual, but they could be quantified and seen.

But this time it's a real industry, which is visible but difficult to quantify. Most importantly, she invested in manufacturing within the real industry!

It is widely acknowledged within the industry that the outlook for manufacturing is bleak, not to mention the brutally competitive red ocean of aircraft manufacturing.

The large passenger aircraft market is dominated by two giants, while the private jet and business jet market is also controlled by some established manufacturers. Trying to carve out a piece of the pie from these behemoths is an impossible task.

The future of this investment is bleak.

"How much did she spend?" Xincheng was also having a headache. Of course, he wasn't worried about the money, but the word "airplane" was giving him a headache.

“She spent $100 million to buy the shell company, and then spent over $4 billion on equipment and patents, and she still seems to be investing more.” As Pibor spoke, he felt his muscles trembling all over. How much money is that!

"It's not too much, let her go." Xincheng hung up the phone after saying that.

Pibor, on the other end of the phone, looked at the dial tone and was instantly filled with respect. No wonder he was the boss; he had real guts.

Shinjo dumped the burnt food from the pot directly into the trash can. He was heartbroken; it wasn't Japanese yen, it was US dollars! 40 billion US dollars—if it were all converted into paper money, it could probably kill someone.

However, it's his own fault for being so generous before, saying that Karen could use any of the money in the account as she pleased, and now it's too late to go back on his word.

He started heating the oil again, and after he had finished cooking all the dinner for the night, his phone rang again. Looking at the number, it turned out to be Karen's.

Chapter 127 Data Access and Warnings

"What's wrong? That guy has made a new move so quickly?" Shinjo picked up his phone and asked, somewhat puzzled.

“No, that guy bought a bunch of materials and then hid away,” Karen said dismissively. “Like a rat in the sewers.”

"Then why did you contact me?"

“I need your data,” Karen said. “The data in your head, the technical data about piloting an aircraft.”

"The data in my head?" Shinjo was a little confused when he heard Karen's words. "Speaking of which, you are an artificial intelligence life form, right? You are not some kind of monster with mental abilities, so how did you copy data from my head? Besides, I didn't... never mind."

"It might be impossible for others, but it should be possible for you."

"?"

“Your prosthetic eye is linked to your brain, and the technology used is beyond my current understanding. However, I can use this to access your brain—it’s that simple,” Karen said after a moment’s thought. “These things are very complex, and your mind probably can’t comprehend them.”

"Really? That's a real shame. Never mind, just tell me how to do it." Shinjo's hand rested on the stove, which was now shattered into pieces. He'd been looked down upon; how awful!

"Come to the data center once, then connect your prosthetic eye to the host, it's that simple."

"It shouldn't have any impact, right?"

"No, no, I was just cracking the firewall." Karen seemed to have thought of something. "By the way, those two people you asked me to keep an eye on seem to be in trouble."

"Who?"

“Miyano Akemi and Akai Shuichi, but now they should be called Sera Akemi and Okiya Subaru.” Karen’s voice sounded tired. “They’ve both started buying up nearly expired bento boxes from the supermarket lately.”

Xincheng's lips twitched. He had anticipated that these two would encounter an economic crisis.

After all, Akemi Miyano and Shuichi Akai are dead, so their assets will naturally be frozen. They wouldn't risk exposing their identities to touch these assets for money.

However, when he gave Miyano Akemi her identity information, he also gave her a 100,000 yen red envelope, so she should be able to get through this month.

"Did you forget to include the rent in your calculations?" Karen said helplessly. "Rent is very expensive, and your little bit of money is simply not enough. Their identification documents show that they are not related by blood, so sharing a place will cause a lot of trouble."

Xincheng thought about it and realized that it made sense. He then had Karen transfer some money to the two of them to prevent them from ending up on the streets.

For the next few days, the firm was unusually quiet, except for Koshimizu, who took on a case investigating infidelity. Lacking time to handle it, they simply dumped the case on the idle, long-haired Shinjo.

Shin-cheng had no interest in this kind of case and simply handed it over to Karen. Within just a few hours, Karen had uploaded photos of her lover to his computer.

That night, when Yue Shui finished dinner and was about to look at the case, she found an extra folder on the table.

"This is……"

"The materials for that case have been resolved," Shinjo said with a yawn. "With Karen's help, it was much faster. You can decide when to hand them over to the employer."

"That woman met with three lovers in one night?" Yue Shui stared at the photo in front of her, her face full of astonishment.

"What's wrong? Is it strange?" Shinjo said with a smile. "You'll get used to these kinds of things after you've seen them a lot."

"You've seen it all? You'll be fine now?" Yue Shui opened her mouth, "Do we really have to give these photos to the employer? I'm afraid it will be too much of a shock to him. If he can't handle it, we won't get the final payment."

“You’re quite considerate of your employer.” Shinjo shrugged. “Whatever, but I don’t think there’s a big problem. I’ve investigated that man; this isn’t the first time his wife has cheated on him. She’s hired a detective at least three times. Maybe most people are already used to it.”

"Don't have this habit!"

Just then, the TV on the side started playing the recently popular Japanese drama, Blue Sky.

When Shinjo saw this TV series, he couldn't help but frown. If he remembered correctly, this Japanese drama seemed to be related to the bandaged man in the mountain villa.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Xincheng stood up abruptly. "By the way, aren't you and Xiaolan quite close? Make a call and tell Xiaolan that she should knock before entering the house these days."

"What? This is ridiculous."

"I've been studying divination lately, and I did a little experiment on people I know around me. Ran Mouri's luck hasn't been good lately; when she encounters anything related to doors, her luck goes downhill." Shinjo chuckled. "Of course, this is just divination for fun; whether you believe it or not is up to you."

"Really?"

"Really, I'm going to take a shower now."

Yue Shui's observation skills have improved significantly recently, so I'll have to be more careful when I'm with her in the future.

As for the bandaged man at the villa, he didn't want to get involved. Whether the case was solved or not was irrelevant; it wouldn't matter if all those college students died.

Half an hour later, at the Mori family's house

"Hey, does anything related to doors bring bad luck, or even death?" Ran Mouri said with a smile. "I think he's just overthinking it. But thank you for calling to remind me."

"Who is it?" Kogoro Mouri sat up. "How did this come to involve life-threatening situations?"

“It’s Ms. Koshimizu,” Ran Mouri said with a smile. “Ms. Koshimizu said that Mr. Shinjo has recently become obsessed with fortune telling, so she used our information to do a fortune telling. Then she told me that my luck has been a bit low lately, and I should be careful when I encounter things related to doors, otherwise my life may be in danger.”

Ran Mouri originally meant it as a joke to lighten the mood, but after she finished speaking, she realized that Kogoro and Conan's expressions had become very serious.

"Dad, this kind of thing is unreliable, there's nothing to worry about," Ran said helplessly. "Don't make that serious face, and Conan, smile a little, you've been so gloomy lately."

"If it's someone else who said it..." Kogoro Mouri paused, "Anyway, you'd better listen to what Shinjo says. That guy is a bit strange."