Conan, I'm an actor

Conan nodded. "That's right. Uncle Shinjo can be quite reliable sometimes. Ran-neechan, you should still be careful."

"Alright then." Seeing that both her father and Conan said so, Ran could only keep the matter to herself.

The matter seemed to have been dropped, but neither Kogoro nor Conan could sleep that night, because they didn't believe that Shinjo would give a warning for no reason.

Conan is alright, since he knows Shinjo's secret. He just assumes Ran will develop some kind of connection with the organization at some point in the future. And what will likely trigger this connection is—the door.

All that's left is to solve the mystery of the "door" before Xiaolan gets into trouble.

But Kogoro Mouri is in a difficult position. At the last class reunion, Shinjo stopped Kazushi Nakamichi, and he could have explained it by saying that Kazushi was investigating gun smuggling and that the investigation eventually led back to Kazushi.

But why did he warn Xiaolan this time? Did he find out something again?

With that in mind, he decided to personally visit that guy tomorrow to correct his bad habit of only saying half of what he meant.

Chapter 128 Miss Karen's Ambition

The next morning, when Kogoro Mouri arrived at the Koshimizu Detective Agency, he learned that Shinjo had taken on a case investigating infidelity and was already out working on it.

"Miss Koshimizu, if that guy comes back tonight, please tell him I have something to talk to him about," Kogoro Mouri said very seriously.

"I will do my best to inform them." Yue Shui nodded.

"By the way, Miss Koshimizu, do you have any leads regarding the matter of warning my daughter?" Kogoro was still unwilling to give up.

"I don't know either. Xincheng just said these things during dinner," Yue Shui said helplessly. "I just relayed them to Xiaolan as he instructed."

"Besides these, what else did he say?"

“He seems to know you were coming, Mr. Mori,” Koshimizu said after a moment’s thought. “By the way, he asked me to tell you that you’re not paying attention to your recent luck. Especially in pachinko and horse racing, you’re going to lose badly.”

"That guy!" Kogoro Mouri felt his fist harden. If Shinjo were in front of him, he would definitely punch that guy hard.

Seeing Kogoro Mouri's constipated expression, Koshimizu couldn't help but laugh. Shinjo was really too mean; what was the difference between this and a curse?

At this moment, Shinjo was lying on a bed in the research center, a bed similar to a dental treatment bed, with a huge mirror above his head.

As Karen manipulated it, the eyeball of his prosthetic eye began to slowly roll over, eventually revealing the interface at the bottom.

Karen simply scanned the interface and set up the new city.

"That's all? Is that all?" Shinjo adjusted his prosthetic eye.

As his vision returned to normal, a large number of "errors" appeared in his field of vision. After clearing these error logs, he finally got out of bed.

"This is just the beginning."

"Then why not continue?"

"That's where you got this prosthetic eye. The interface of this prosthetic eye isn't any kind of universal interface, and the technology used on it shouldn't be something Earth's current technology can achieve." Karen's voice carried a hint of doubt. "Could it be that your TPC also used alien technology in the end? If that's the case, it's strange that you appeared in a parallel world."

Shinjo's expression was somewhat stiff; he hadn't expected that a prosthetic eye could allow Karen to see so much.

However, Karen's misunderstanding was to his advantage, and he was too lazy to explain. If possible, he would like to guide Miss Karen a little further so that she would be more cautious and restrain her behavior.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm not interested in this stuff." Karen's voice sounded a little tired. "It just requires making a new interface and then connecting your data to the host with a data cable. By the way, do you know the power of your prosthetic eye? What's its heat dissipation capacity? I'm worried that transmitting too much data will cause it to overheat and damage your body."

“I don’t know, after all, the technology wasn’t advanced enough back then.” Shinjo shook his head. “That guy only left behind a prosthetic eye, nothing else.”

"Oh, that's troublesome. Poor heat dissipation will affect the data transmission rate. Are you free in the next few months? If you are, please come here more often so I can finish my work faster."

“Cooperating with you is no problem, but I have a question that I’d like you to answer.” Shinjo stroked his chin and asked somewhat seriously, “What exactly do you want to do with the data in my head? Also, what is your purpose in buying the aircraft manufacturing company?”

"Of course, it's to build the legendary Flying Swallow No. 1. Don't you want to see TPC's equipment appear in another universe?" Karen's voice carried an indescribable magic, constantly tempting Shinjo. "Don't you want to see TPC rebuilt? Karasuma Renya can build an organization, so why can't you, Shinjo Tetsuo?"

"Are you kidding me?" Shinjo's facial muscles twitched.

“I’m serious,” Karen said earnestly. “I have all of TPC’s technical data, and we’ve made a lot of money. All we need now are people. Just imagine, while the Red and Black factions are fighting, a third-party force powerfully enters the fray and takes them both down. How cool would that be!”

"Let's talk about it after you've built the equipment. This kind of thing is very expensive." Shinjo put on his coat. "Maybe I'll change my mind after you've built the equipment."

"Then I'll await good news." Karen's voice was somewhat excited.

"No matter what we do, the financial report can't be negative." Xincheng took a deep breath, setting a standard for Karen.

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's just that the initial investment is relatively large, you won't lose too much."

Xin Cheng's lips twitched. It seemed that this guy was serious. He could almost imagine that in the next few months, his phone would be bombarded with calls from Pibor.

After leaving the computer room, he walked directly to the warehouse behind the research center, where he found what he needed.

Following Karen's directions, he quickly found a briefcase.

He opened the suitcase, revealing a vest and a pair of shorts. Seeing these two metallic-looking "armor" pieces, Shinjo felt a little dizzy and his blood pressure spike. Even though he had mentally prepared himself, the moment he saw the actual items, he still thought the armor was incredibly tacky.

But something is better than nothing. With that thought, he picked up his armor, revealing a sheathed katana underneath.

"This is……"

"I still had some materials left to forge those armors, so I also made a katana," Karen said, yawning. "It's quite sharp; it's a decent weapon."

“Those materials are very expensive. Even if there are any left over, we can use them to make spare parts.” Shinjo reluctantly drew his katana. “Besides, I don’t know kendo.”

With that, he swung the blade, and it sliced ​​the titanium-alloy briefcase in two without any hesitation. Shinjo saw a flash of blue lightning on the blade the instant it touched the object; the secret to its sharpness seemed to lie in that flash.

“If you don’t know how, you can learn. Besides, the skill ceiling in swordsmanship is very high. If you master it, you can cut bullets with a sword.” Karen said with some pride, “It’s much more effective than a gun.”

Who told you that?

"It's in the TV series. A master swordsman who has achieved mastery can cut through bullets. There's even a documentary about it." Karen said, reaching for the video.

"Did you learn common sense from TV dramas?"

“Yes, that’s what I used to do,” Karen said smugly. “I know you’re going to say that everything in TV dramas is fake and exaggerated. Don’t worry, I have a database that I can analyze to tell which parts are fake and which are real.”

Xincheng opened his mouth, wanting to say that you couldn't tell the difference at all, but in the end he didn't say it.

He looked at the sword in his hand, then at the swordsman scenario in his system that was still at 0%, and sighed.

Thinking that since he had found it for free, he might as well keep it. So Shinjo put the knife away.

As for whether or not to learn swordsmanship, and with whom, those can be considered later. If all else fails, I'll just use it as a firewood stick—a sharpened titanium alloy firewood stick.

Chapter 129 Sonoko Suzuki's Invitation

The weekend sun was shining brightly, but Conan was in a gloomy mood because he and Ran seemed to be lost.

Most importantly, Xiaolan still doesn't seem to be willing to admit it. He didn't want to come to today's gathering in the first place, since Sonoko only invited Xiaolan, and if he went, Sonoko would definitely scold him. He's a grown man, and he doesn't want Sonoko to call him shameless.

Conan was bothered by Shinjo's earlier words, so he decided to stay close to Ran, never leaving her side, to avoid any uncontrollable incidents.

"That's strange. I remember that villa should be in this area, right?" Xiaolan looked at the hand-drawn map in her hand, her tone becoming somewhat uncertain.

"Hey, Ran-neechan, have we taken the wrong turn?" Conan asked somewhat naively.

"How could we possibly have taken the wrong road?" Xiaolan said somewhat awkwardly, changing her approach. "We probably took a different route."

"Looks like we're lost." Conan sighed.

Just then, the forest in front of them suddenly opened up, and a suspension bridge appeared in front of them.

Upon seeing the suspension bridge and the villa on the other side, both Ran and Conan showed expressions of relief.

"Watch your step," Ran said, pointing to the villa across the suspension bridge. "Look, Conan, it's over there, see it? Oh, wait, there seems to be another person over there. I wonder if they're also going to that villa?"

Conan frowned as he looked at the figure on the suspension bridge. The person was almost completely covered by a cloak, which was really eerie.

Just then, the people on the suspension bridge seemed to hear Conan and Ran's voices and slowly turned around, revealing a face covered in bandages in front of them.

Caught completely off guard by this scene, Conan and Ran turned pale with fright. Their minds went blank, and they were unable to respond.

The man, completely shrouded in a large black robe, seemed to want to be seen. He glanced back once, then quickened his pace and ran towards the back of the villa on the other side of the bridge.

"No... I don't know if he went to that villa." Xiaolan's voice was already trembling slightly.

"I don't think so," Conan said with a straight face.

He'd been a detective for a while and considered himself well-informed, but he'd never seen anything like it before. Trembling with fear, the two crossed the suspension bridge and soon arrived in front of the villa.

Before I could even knock, the door opened, clearly indicating that the homeowner had been waiting for me for quite some time.

"Why are you so slow, Ran! Where have you been?" Sonoko immediately started complaining.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Sonoko," Ran said, holding Conan's hand, somewhat embarrassed.

“We finally managed to invite you to our villa, and you’re still late…” Sonoko’s words trailed off as she noticed the little boy next to Ran, and her eyes instantly turned to a hint of helplessness. “As expected, you still brought him along.”

"Conan, he..." Ran wanted to say a few more words to explain for Conan.

Sonoko moved right up to Conan and asked, "Conan, don't you feel embarrassed?"

Faced with Sonoko's questioning, Conan could only laugh it off and get away with it, but in his mind he was already ranting and raving.

"With a kid like that around, you can't possibly date," Sonoko said, somewhat disgruntled.

"Dating?" Ran's mind went blank. Sonoko had only invited her to her villa, not to date. And who was she dating?

Conan, on the other side, was also stunned. What romance? Why hadn't he heard of it?

"Yeah, I came here today to meet some nice guys." Sonoko said, a lovestruck smile spreading across her face. "To fall in love, surrounded by nature..."

Conan sighed. Although he had known for a long time that Sonoko was a hopeless romantic, he hadn't expected her to be this incurable.

However, he was glad that he had come along today. Although he trusted Xiaolan, it was safer to keep an eye on things personally.

But when Ran and Conan entered, they found the villa completely empty, without a single person in sight.

"By the way, where are those nice boys you mentioned?" Xiaolan asked, somewhat puzzled. "Haven't they arrived yet?"

"What are you talking about? My older sister's friends arrived a long time ago and are all resting in their rooms now," Sonoko said with a hint of helplessness, clearly annoyed that Ran was late.

"By the way, Sonoko," Ran asked, frowning, "among these people, is anyone with bandages wrapped around their head?"

"Bandages? No, none of the people who came today were injured."

“But just now…” Xiaolan felt uneasy at the thought of that face, and said as if to comfort herself, “Maybe it’s someone who lives nearby.”

"Alright, stop talking nonsense." Sonoko put her hands on her hips and pointed upstairs. "You two, hurry up and put your luggage away. Your room is on the second floor."

Conan and Ran responded, but when they went up to the second floor, Ran was stunned.

Although they had seen how big the villa was from the outside, the inside was a completely different story. With doors on both sides of the corridor and so many rooms, they had no idea which one was theirs.

"Our room should be in..."