Conan, I'm an actor

If it's a regular explosive device, then wearing protective clothing and carrying it out won't put too much pressure on anyone.

However, this is under the vehicle, and bomb disposal personnel cannot work while wearing protective suits. Moreover, 20 kilograms of TNT is useless even with protective suits; at most, it can only ensure that it won't explode and scatter everywhere.

When two bomb disposal experts were inspecting the equipment, they didn't dare to touch it; their hands were shaking like leaves.

Just then, Inspector Megure's phone rang again, and the sound of his boss cursing could be heard clearly through the phone.

Just then, Shinjo finished writing the script, picked up his coat, and walked over to Inspector Megure.

"Just now, the suspect sent a fax to the Metropolitan Police Department. It's from that group on the Shinkansen. They want revenge on you," Inspector Megure said somewhat awkwardly. "The Metropolitan Police Department has started investigating how the information was leaked."

"What else did he say?" Shin-joo asked with a smile.

We have prepared a generous gift in the parking lot of XX Bar.

This is a continuation of the Shinkansen incident.

I will witness everything from the stands.

Struggle as much as you like!

I look forward to the day you find me carrying the bodies of your fallen comrades.

When Inspector Megure read the text message aloud, all the police officers present felt a chill run down their spines. This was unlike the criminals they usually arrested; this guy was clearly someone who wanted to take revenge on society.

“His target should be me. On the Shinkansen, I was the one who defused his bomb,” Shinjo said directly. “The surveillance system is still running, isn’t it?”

"You mean he was monitoring all of this through the surveillance system?" Inspector Megure immediately said to the officer beside him, "Go, quickly notify the monitoring room to turn off the cameras. Also, check if anyone has hacked into the building's surveillance system."

"Stop, don't go." Shinjo immediately stopped the officer and turned to Megure, saying, "What you're doing will only provoke the criminal; he might detonate the bomb right away."

"But……"

“Since his target is me, then I’ll defuse this bomb.” Shinjo extended his hand to Matsuda.

"Senior, how about I come down with you?" Matsuda said somewhat reluctantly, "It's really... too much to leave this to outsiders to handle."

"Don't be polite at a time like this. Why stand on ceremony? You can't tell which is more worthwhile, killing one or killing two?" Shinjo snatched the toolbox from Matsuda's hand. "If you want to see it, go to the monitoring room."

Back in the parking lot, Xincheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, grabbed his toolbox, and headed towards his car.

That fax just now clearly wasn't written by Vodka's arm; his brain couldn't have produced something like that. It was most likely written by someone else; hopefully, that person wasn't Qin.

After crawling under the car, I heard Matsuda's voice asking questions through my earpiece.

"I'm fine here." As Shinjo spoke, his left hand had already firmly gripped the mercury sensor, while his right hand directly groped for the phone and then pulled the SIM card out from the back of the phone.

"Senior, how is it?"

"Whoever made this bomb is a complete idiot," Shinjo said with a booming voice. "If this phone were wrapped with duct tape twice, no one could touch it. Now that I've removed the SIM card, those guys can't make any more calls. If it were me, I would set a countdown timer on it, and it would explode when the countdown ended."

"A guy who can get his hands on TNT can't be that amateurish, right?" Matsuda was taken aback, then looked at his dumbfounded colleagues, and then he shut up. It seemed that his colleagues were just as amateurish as he was, not even thinking of this.

"Alright, the remote detonation is ruined. Next, we'll use vibration detonation." Shinjo picked up a soldering iron, aimed it at several solder points, and directly removed the mercury sensor.

Throughout the entire process, his left hand remained completely still, and the mercury column inside did not even move an inch.

"This is the new town. I've already dismantled the mercury switch," the new town said slowly. "Now we can remove the bomb."

"What kind of monster is this? Isn't he afraid?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"Knowing him as I do, this guy will probably walk out of there carrying a bomb," Matsuda said with a hint of helplessness. "He's a notorious lunatic in the police academy."

Sure enough, not long after he finished speaking, Shinjo came out carrying a device, which contained the very bomb that had been giving the explosives disposal team such a headache. As he walked, he greeted acquaintances, causing several members of the investigation team and the explosives disposal squad to back away in fear that he might accidentally detonate the bomb.

Matsuda looked at his colleagues who had retreated and couldn't help but sigh. No wonder his side was being ridiculed.

"Don't worry, TNT is extremely safe and stable. It won't explode unless the detonator is activated." Shinjo turned to Matsuda beside him, "Hey, did your boss say where to dispose of the bomb?"

"Just leave it to me," Matsuda said with a hint of helplessness. "We're not ready to destroy the explosives yet. The usual sandbag arrays and blast barrels aren't enough. It'll probably take a long time."

"Why not just find a river, throw it in, and detonate it?"

“Animal rights organizations will protest.”

At the same time, in a dark room

"Vodka!" the man sitting in the chair suddenly exclaimed.

"I'm here!" Vodka felt sweat dripping down his forehead.

"What do you think you should do if someone says you're unprofessional?" Gin asked, staring at his underling.

If it were an ordinary person, Vodka would have answered without hesitation to kill him. But Gin had just confirmed that this was a colleague from the European branch, someone of high rank, and with a very important mission.

Gin stubbed out his cigarette. "I'll handle him. You don't need to worry about this."

Chapter 12 The Detective's Valentine's Day

The next few days were uneventful. At the firm, Yue Shui took on a big case and needed to travel far away, leaving Xin Cheng to watch the door. Xin Cheng found watching the door boring, so he simply hung up a "Closed for Business" sign at the door and skipped work.

There was no news about the bombing, and after three days of reporting, the media found a new hot topic.

The Metropolitan Police Department appears calm on the surface, but a quick walk inside the building reveals that all the field officers have been deployed.

A 20kg TNT bomb is no joke, and this time the perpetrator admitted to the Shinkansen attack. Having done it twice already, he'll definitely do it a third time. The first two times he was lucky the bombs were defused in time, but he might not be so lucky next time.

If such a powerful bomb were to explode in a densely populated area, the Metropolitan Police Department's top brass would likely face a major reshuffle.

Shinjo also received another piece of information from Matsuda: information about the Public Security Bureau.

After the bombings, the Metropolitan Police Department requested assistance from the Public Security Bureau, as both cases were allegedly committed by "the same person." The Public Security Bureau refused outright, stating that the 20kg TNT bomb in this case was planted by a copycat. This infuriated the higher-ups at the Metropolitan Police Department, who were powerless to do anything about it.

As for the Black Organization, Vermouth hasn't called him yet, and Gin hasn't launched any attacks or retaliations against him, so it seems the issue of his identity has been resolved.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Conan's face appeared through the glass door.

"Can your detective agency really keep going?" Conan asked with some doubt. "The old man opens the door every day, but there are hardly any customers."

"That's because Mori's skills are too poor. He's a master at fighting and handling guns, but when it comes to solving cases, he's hopeless." Shinjo opened the door and let Conan in. "I thought you'd come back in a while. Did Mori lift your house arrest?"

"No!" Conan said, pointing to the calendar, "Valentine's Day is almost here!"

"Oh, I saw a couple of days ago that a college student from Beika University invited Ran to some kind of social event, right? That little girl from the Suzuki family will be there too, right?" Shinjo found a chair and sat down. "So?"

"I need your help." Conan stood up on the chair and slammed his hands on the table. "Help me turn back into my original form, Shinichi Kudo."

"Oh?" Shinjo looked at Conan with a half-smile. "How do you know I can help you? I remember saying before that I haven't been in the organization for long, and I'm a field agent. Developing poisons is the research department's job."

"You must know, right!" Conan felt like he was going crazy. Ran being taken away by others to a social event had already made him lose his basic rationality.

"Great Detective, I have a question for you." Shinjo looked at Conan with a smile.

"Tell me!" Conan, thinking there was a chance, immediately became excited.

"What's the purpose of researching poisons?"

"Of course it's murder."

"If the goal is to kill, why research an antidote? Do you think it's snake venom? Why would you research an antidote?" Shinjo leaned back in his chair, looking at Conan with an expression that said, "Do you know about methyl violane?"

"what is that?"

"A herbicide, you may have heard of it by another name, paraquat. This herbicide has been gradually banned since 1983. Anyone who ingests or is exposed to this substance for a long time will die. There is no antidote. This is what is called a poison."

"You must have a way, right?" Conan fell silent upon hearing Shinjo's words, but he quickly realized something and looked at Shinjo with hopeful eyes. "Everyone who fed me the medicine thought I was dead, but you recognized me as shrunk at a glance. Someone who can access such secrets must be someone special, you're not just an ordinary executive. You lied to Uncle Mori, didn't you!"

“If someone is killed within the organization, they must see the body. An ordinary person dying in an amusement park is already big news, let alone the high school detective Shinichi Kudo, who is known as the ‘Heisei Sherlock Holmes.’” Shinjo looked at Conan Edogawa in front of him with a smile. “So the organization sent people to investigate your house, the one next to Professor Agasa’s.”

As Shinjo got to this point, Conan's forehead began to sweat. How could he not have thought of this? His rash decision to go back for his clothes might have given him away.

"They discovered that Shinichi Kudo's childhood clothes were missing, and then they found out that Shinichi's childhood friend had moved into the house. Connecting this to the fact that there was an extra child staying at the Mouri family's place, they deduced that Ran Mouri had contacted the Kudo family before coming to collect the clothes, so this suspicious detail was covered up," Shinjo said with a smile. "I'm a bit of a weird thinker, so I investigated the timing of Conan Edogawa's appearances, and then I realized the timing was too coincidental. But it wasn't until I saw your reaction on the Shinkansen that I confirmed your identity; before that, I had been guessing."

Conan deflated instantly, slumping into his chair. "Are all the people in your organization like you?"

This guy in front of him was truly terrifying. In the few times they had met, he had been completely suppressed by this man. Moreover, he hadn't even noticed that members of that organization had entered his house, and he even frequently sneaked home to retrieve things.

His own skills were too immature; he was far from being able to fight the Black Organization. If there were a few more guys like him in the organization, not only would he be dead, but the Mori family would also be in danger.

"Giving up so quickly? That's not like you, the great detective." Shinjo stroked his chin. "Try to rely more on your parents for things with the organization. Kudo Yusaku has a lot of connections in Interpol, and there are many undercover agents from various intelligence agencies within the organization, so Interpol agents are probably among them. Also, your mother, Yukiko's friend, is a member of the organization. That woman won't harm you and Ran."

"Who?" Knowing that there were people from an organization around his mother, Conan immediately regained his composure.

“I can’t say, it’s an agreement between her and me.” Shinjo stretched his neck. “I can only say that you’ve met her, but not in Japan.”

"When?"

“You’re a detective, your brain is for thinking, not for asking questions.” Shinjo tapped Conan’s head and said with a hint of helplessness, “If you can catch a bad cold on Valentine’s Day, I can help you, but I’m not sure if I can succeed. Also, you absolutely cannot appear in front of the media. If those guys find out you’re still alive, you and your family will be in danger, and I won’t help you anymore. That’s the condition.”

Chapter 13 Valentine's Day Social Gathering

Conan didn't react at first. By the time he did, some unscrupulous old man had grabbed him by the collar and thrown him outside the detective agency. After that, no matter how much he knocked, the door remained closed.

Back at the detective agency, Shinjo started browsing news online, glancing at his phone every now and then.

Several days have passed, and the script for the parking lot bombing case has not yet been finalized, which means that this incident is not over yet.

In the Shinkansen bombing case, the reward was calculated by the system shortly after the Metropolitan Police Department transferred the case to the Public Security Bureau.

He contacted acquaintances at the Metropolitan Police Department, and the investigation into the parking lot bombing was complete; they were now searching for the perpetrator.

The script hasn't been finalized yet, so there's only one possibility: someone within the organization is watching me.

“Last time it was vodka, this time it should be Gin.” Shinjo tapped his fingers on the table. “Could it be that Gin really reported it to headquarters? That shouldn’t be the case. These two are so close that they can make martinis together. They shouldn’t fall out over something so trivial.”

Valentine's Day arrived in the blink of an eye, and Shinjo drove up to the Mouri Detective Agency.

He smiled as he looked at Conan wearing a mask. This guy really has perseverance; he's made himself into a bad cold for a vague hope.

"That kid went off somewhere crazy last night. When Xiaolan found him, his clothes were soaked through," Uncle Maoli said, leaning against the car door. "His temperature was 39.8 this morning, and he absolutely refused to take his medicine. You should tell his parents to give him a good talking to."

"Okay, okay, you can go back now." Shinjo patted Conan's head and said, "Kid, remember to fasten your seatbelt."

"Oh..." Conan responded weakly; he truly had no strength left.

Shinjo started the car and quickly drove towards the Minagawa residence. It's unclear how Conan got that address.

"Hey, what's your plan? Just tell me already," Conan said weakly.

“Shouldn’t the great hero appear last?” Shinjo reached his hand to the back seat. “This is a suit made to Shinichi Kudo’s size. Take it. There’s another suit in your current size inside.”

Upon hearing this, Conan finally perked up, sat up slightly, and waited for Shinjo to continue.

Shinjo remained silent until they arrived at the Minagawa residence, at which point he finally uttered, "We've arrived."