Conan, I'm an actor

"Ran-neechan, wait!" Conan immediately remembered Shinjo's warning. "You should knock before opening the door, what if there's someone inside?"

"That's true." Xiaolan knocked on each door, and the first three rooms were all occupied.

Moreover, two of them were changing clothes, and Xiaolan blushed at the thought of what would happen if she opened the door directly.

"Mr. Shinjo's divination is really accurate. Sure enough, my luck is extremely bad when it comes to things related to doors." Ran looked at Conan beside her. "By the way, Conan, was it because of Mr. Shinjo's divination that you reminded me earlier?"

"No, that's not it." Conan said with an "innocent" look, "Shinichi said that you should knock before opening the door, it's basic politeness."

Xiaolan's eye twitched. "Really? Oh, that's true."

She just wanted to find a way to back down, but Conan blocked it all. When did this kid become so unlovable?

As Conan entered, he looked at one of the rooms with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

When that fat guy opened the door, he was panting heavily, seemingly in a hurry, but it took him the longest of the three people to open the door—enough time to even put on his clothes.

However, he quickly put those thoughts out of his mind; he was here for a vacation, not to investigate a case.

Several tens of minutes later, the gardener came up and knocked on the door, saying that afternoon tea had begun.

It was only then that Ran realized this was a film club reunion organized by Sonoko Suzuki's older sister, Ayako Suzuki. Ran and Conan both looked a little embarrassed; they had just crashed Kogoro Mouri's judo club reunion last week, and now they were crashing another one.

Sonoko introduced Ran directly to Teng Ota, Hiroki Kakutani, Ryoichi Takahashi, Chikako Ikeda, and Ayako Suzuki. She seemed to have met these people before and they were very familiar with each other.

“Chikako Ikeda, that name, could it be…” Ran’s eyes lit up, “You wouldn’t happen to be the screenwriter of that Blue Kingdom drama that’s currently airing on TV, would you?”

Chapter 130: A Difficult Problem for Conan

“That’s right, it is indeed a work she created during her student days.” Ayako Suzuki looked at Ikeda with a smile. “Now we finally have the opportunity to make it public.”

"Let's not bring up the past anymore, okay?" Ikeda said somewhat embarrassedly.

"I heard you're about to write your next film script." Ota Teng rested his cheek on his hand, looking extremely relaxed.

"So, Master Ikeda, is there anything you want to say to your fans?" Hiroki Kakutani pointed the camera directly at Ikeda.

"Stop making fun of me, Kakutani." Ikeda's smile was somewhat forced.

"Kakutani, your passion for photography hasn't changed at all." Ota took a sip of the black tea on the table.

“Yeah, this is the only one I haven’t given up on.” Kakutani pointed the camera at Ryoichi Takahashi to the side. “By the way, Takahashi, have you gained weight again?”

"Yeah, almost a hundred kilograms." Takahashi said with a smile, touching his belly.

"You're almost too big for the camera lens to fit in," Kakutani joked. "Shouldn't you be thinking about losing weight?"

Good-natured laughter filled the table, and everyone seemed to be lost in pleasant memories, until Ayako Suzuki mentioned a person named "Atsuko," at which point Chikako Ikeda suddenly got angry, instantly shattering the peaceful atmosphere.

Conan frowned. For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Just then, his pendant suddenly started vibrating; someone was dialing his satellite phone.

The Suzuki family's villa is located deep in the mountains and is not covered by cell towers.

Having learned his lesson at the Twilight Villa, Conan installed the batteries before entering the forest. He just hadn't expected the professor to call him at this time. Did he want to test the equipment? If he wanted to test the equipment, he should have said so earlier! He'd have to find an excuse to leave.

"Sister Ran, I'm going out for a bit." Conan walked outside the villa, found a secluded spot, and plugged in his earphones.

"PhD……"

"Not the professor, it's me, Shinjo," Shinjo said somewhat lazily. "You and Ran should already be at the Suzuki family villa, attending Ayako Suzuki's class reunion, right?"

"How did you get this number? And how did you know Ran was going to Sonoko's class reunion?" Conan immediately pressed.

"Are these things hard to find?" Shinjo's tone was somewhat nonchalant. "It's information that can be obtained with a little attention. Suzuki Sonoko is a big mouth who spills everything."

Conan smiled helplessly at the thought of Sonoko's outspoken nature.

"Chikako Ikeda is going to die. Someone wants to kill her."

"What?" Conan's expression changed instantly.

At the last class reunion, Kazushi Nakamichi wanted to kill Yumi Horikoshi. At this class reunion, someone wants to kill Chikako Ikeda. Are they destined to clash with class reunions?

"Her breakthrough work, which is the currently airing 'Blue Kingdom,' was actually written by a girl named Dunzi." Shinjo parked the car in front of the agency. "She won an award with this script, and it also drove that girl named Dunzi to commit suicide by hanging."

"This……"

“Some of them know the truth and want to take this opportunity to get revenge,” Xincheng said with a smile. “That’s all the useful information we have.”

"What do you want me to do?" Conan asked in a low voice.

"I'm making this call just to give you some information. As for what to do with it, that's up to you." Xincheng closed the car door. "Whether you use this information to solve the case or stop the murderer, it's up to you."

Is this a test?

"I guess so. If no one dies this time, you can still come to the agency." Shinjo lit a cigarette. "If you can't even save people, get as far away as possible and don't splatter my blood."

"Using human lives as exam questions, this..."

“The organization’s test is much harder than this, and there’s only one outcome if you fail. If you can’t even pass this, how will you compete with those desperados?” Shinjo stopped at the entrance of the firm, his hand holding the key hovering in mid-air, a barely noticeable scratch on the keyhole.

Conan was speechless for a moment, and finally said, "I'll stop you from seeing it."

"Now that's more like a famous detective, keep it up." Shinjo pulled out a pistol as he opened the door.

Today, Yue Shui was supposed to cook, but there's nothing on the table, not even a note. Also, there are scratches on the newly replaced lock cylinder; someone must have used tools to pick it.

He just couldn't figure out who would be interested in his firm.

Gin's men knew this was his territory and wouldn't easily approach. Besides, they didn't have time; the hospital incident and the port bombing had caused too much of a stir, and they'd been busy cleaning up the mess.

Just then, a whooshing sound came, and a dark figure attacked him directly.

Seeing his opponent's movements, Shinjo raised his briefcase to block. A muffled thud followed, and a tremendous force struck his arm, sending him staggering back three or four steps. His opponent also let out a groan; a full-force kick had struck the titanium alloy briefcase—just thinking about it hurt.

In the darkness, Shinjo fired three shots at the shadowy figure.

The rookies in the Public Security Bureau and the Metropolitan Police Department couldn't possibly have that kind of strength. If Shuichi Akai and Tooru Amuro wanted to find him, they wouldn't need to resort to such methods. So the other party must be an enemy. Since they are enemies, there's no need to show mercy.

However, the opponent's reaction and speed were surprisingly fast; all three bullets were dodged, and the distance was also closed.

Just as he was about to see the person's face clearly, the other person's hand, like a sharp blade, stabbed towards his eyes. In desperation, he could only use his hands to shield himself, blocking the attack but also obstructing his vision, and he was kicked hard by the other person.

"What kind of monster is this? How can it be so strong?" Shinjo dodged the attack and switched his gun to full-auto mode.

Just as he was about to aim, he saw his opponent pull out a dagger and stab him. He rolled away to dodge the dagger and pulled the trigger at the same time.

The next second, the muzzle flash of the Glock illuminated the entire room, and the fully automatic mode fired all the remaining bullets in the magazine. But despite the dense hail of bullets, not a single one hit its mark.

By the muzzle flash of the gun, Shinjo could see clearly that it was a woman he didn't recognize. However, her distinctive black clothing was enough to identify her—she was a member of the organization. Given her skill level, and the fact that she wasn't one of Gin's men, there was only one other person he could think of.

“Curaçao.” New Town took two steps back.

The woman opposite him smiled, then tore off her disguise mask, revealing a head of silver hair and her signature heterochromatic eyes. She was none other than Rum's right-hand man, Curaçao.

Curaçao was also somewhat puzzled at this moment, "How did you find out?"

She initially thought it was just a simple assassination attempt, but she didn't expect the man in front of her to be able to block her sneak attack. She hadn't held back at all; even a professional soldier would have been lying on the ground after taking a few hits like that.

Moreover, the feedback her skin gave her just now was not right; it seemed like this man had steel plates implanted in his body.

Chapter 131 Assassins in the Night

“Gin’s men shouldn’t come here. I know exactly how many Vermouths have.” Shinjo pulled out an extended magazine from behind him and loaded it into his pistol. “The only organization members who would come here are Rum’s men. He has quite a few men, but only a few are worth keeping an eye on, and you are one of them, so you naturally need to pay close attention.”

Curaçao smiled, then smashed through the glass door and jumped into a car parked on the side of the street.

Xincheng gave chase, unleashing a hail of bullets. However, the 9mm bullets were too weak, and by the time he fired, Curaçao's car was already 30 meters away. Only a few bullets hit one of the tires.

Although the car's tire had blown out, it didn't affect its driving, and the car sped away from the sight of the new city.

"Run-out tires?" Shinjo frowned as he looked at the vehicles still driving in the distance. These guys were really well-equipped.

He took out his phone and dialed Inspector Megure's number, asking him to come and take over the situation.

A gunfight in a downtown area is no small matter; if not handled properly, it could escalate into a social incident.

After finishing his call with Inspector Megure, Shinjo searched the surrounding area to see if anyone could take over the scene and maintain order.

After the three gunshots, someone had already called the police. Nearby patrol officers arrived after receiving the report, but when they saw Xincheng draw his gun and fire a burst at the car, he and the person who called the police hid, abandoning their patrol bicycles.

Are you kidding me? That's a submachine gun! If I, with my small frame, charged in, I'd be dead in a flash if I got hit by a burst of bullets.

"This is Beika Town, 4th District. There is a vicious criminal here who shot and killed someone in the street. We request..." Before the police officer could finish speaking, it got dark.

Looking up, he saw the "god of death" holding a gun, looking at him with a kind expression.

He only had time to let out a scream before he fainted from fright.

"Yamada, how are things on your end? Yamada! Yamada!" The phone rang with a call.

Xincheng looked at the patrolman lying unconscious on the ground, feeling somewhat helpless. He hadn't expected this man to have such poor mental fortitude. He had wanted him to go over and maintain order, but he just passed out. What kind of situation was this?

"Inspector Yamada has already died a glorious death," Shinjo said directly as he picked up the phone.

"who are you?"

“I am the vicious criminal he’s talking about.” Shinjo shrugged. “I’ll wait for you here. Hurry up, or I can’t guarantee what I might do.”

After saying that, he hung up the phone, threw the phone at the patrol officer, and turned to walk towards the Yueshui Detective Agency.

Upon going upstairs to Yue Shui's room, they quickly found Yue Shui unconscious.

After activating the medical module in the AI's vision and checking to make sure Yue Shui was alright, I breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out his phone and called Karen, asking her to help him design a villa, one with a security system. Then he instructed Director Ochiai to contact Attorney Pibol to see if he owned any suitable villas that could be renovated.

After finishing all that, the police car was already parked at the entrance, and Inspector Megure got out of the car with a serious expression.

"Brother Shinjo, shouldn't you explain yourself to me?" Inspector Megure stared at Shinjo and said, "Who exactly is your target?"

“An explanation? I’d like to ask you for an explanation.” Shinjo pointed to the building across from the firm. “That building is also my property. There are night vision cameras on the second floor that can capture footage of the store.”

"There are cameras in the store..." Takagi, who was following behind, stopped midway through his sentence. At this moment, several cameras on the roof had been destroyed, and bullet holes could even be seen in two of them.

"So this isn't just you unilaterally shooting and chasing criminals, but a gunfight?" Inspector Megure swallowed hard.

“Yes.” Shinjo frowned and said, “I’d have to be crazy to arrest criminals in my own firm.”

He had just discovered the bullet holes in the cameras. He could understand sabotaging the cameras; after all, these guys in the organization liked to play mysterious. But the cameras were destroyed with guns, so why was he assassinated with a dagger? Could it be that Curaçao wasn't good with guns? Impossible.

"By the way, I remember Ms. Koshimizu is also at the agency. How is she?" Megure asked somewhat nervously.