Conan, I'm an actor

Upon hearing the name Rum, Vermouth instinctively reached for her gun, but with both hands dislocated, she was unable to do anything.

"If you don't tell, no one will know..."

“I didn’t say anything, but Rum took my medicine. That guy probably took it because of some kind of poison.” Jiang Xiaobai said, stroking his chin. “That guy is different from his father. He’s an extremely troublesome fellow. Maybe the BOSS is also his target. He fell asleep right away. The drug must be quite strong.”

After taking Vermouth's gun, he threw her into the back seat and secured her with a seatbelt. Both her arms were dislocated, so even if she woke up, she wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

"The kidnapping of Vermouth is done, then I look at the script, and the ending is about revealing my defector identity and escaping alive. Which bastard wrote this script?" Jiang Xiaobai became a little agitated. "It was me. Then it's fine."

[Yes, the parts of this custom script that have already been performed will be invalidated. The rating system will be frozen for the next three months, and blank scripts will not be issued.]

"So how should I announce it?" Jiang Xiaobai thought for a moment and then gave up the idea of ​​interrupting the performance.

[Considering the difficulty of publicizing this, the system will send an email to RUM's email address using the BOSS's email address after 3 hours.]

"Thank you," Jiang Xiaobai said with a dark face.

In order to successfully escape from the organization, he bought three plane tickets at three different airports under his original identity, and also prepared an escape plan to travel to New Jersey and leave through Philadelphia International Airport.

However, given the Black Organization's intelligence network and capabilities, it would be easy for them to find out his/her purchased plane ticket and make corresponding arrangements at the airport.

The escape plan was intended for capable and intelligent people, such as Rum.

They were very capable; they were able to find this "hidden" plan. Of course, he could also tell that the plan was fake, but he didn't have time.

With the flight to Philadelphia airport in 7 hours, after deducting 3 hours for security, less than 4 hours were left for the operation and setup.

Rum has at most half an hour to think about and figure out the plan. Even if he can figure out that the plan is fake within half an hour, he can't afford to gamble.

It wasn't until several hours later that they realized they had been tricked.

During this time, given the convenience of America's transportation network, he could go to countless places. Once things calm down, he could reappear under a different identity, and that would be considered a successful escape.

"But before that, we need to get rid of these annoying rats first. I should have made things clear with that guy Akai during the deal; these FBI guys should have been included too." Jiang Xiaobai took an M1911 directly from the car and inserted the magazine.

After a quick glance in the rearview mirror, he pulled the trigger. With two gunshots, the front tire of the Ford behind him was blown out, and the car went out of control and crashed off the road.

At the same time, he floored the accelerator and quickly left the scene.

Chapter 142 News and Websites

That night

"Conan, what are you waiting for?" Ran looked at Conan with some curiosity. "The Masked Rider TV show airs on Saturdays, and today is Thursday."

After returning, Conan acted strangely, sitting in front of the TV as if waiting for some program.

"No, I'm waiting for the news." Conan turned to look at Kogoro Mouri beside him. "Uncle is probably waiting for the news too, right?"

Ran then noticed that her father had an earphone plugged into his ear, connected to a radio, clearly listening to something. Moreover, it seemed that Kogoro Mouri hadn't taken the earphone off since they got home.

"You two, are you hiding something from me?" Xiaolan stared at the two of them with a hint of hostility, and began to move her hands.

This feeling of being looked down upon for her intelligence made her very uncomfortable, so she decided to try another way to become a little smarter. For example, she would find a hapless person and have them tell her what was going on.

"Ran-neechan, I really don't know," Conan said, waving his hand. "I just thought that such a big case would definitely be reported on the news, so I've been waiting for the news. Maybe Uncle knows something about what he saw."

Kogoro Mouri was taken aback, then said somewhat exasperatedly, "What do I know? I know nothing..."

"Dad~"

"Alright, I saw bullet holes in the trash can. Several of them went through the front and back layers of metal." Kogoro Mouri said with a hint of helplessness. "It must have been caused by a large-caliber sniper rifle. The Metropolitan Police Department is so tense, probably because of this."

Xiaolan frowned. "Why does Tokyo seem so dangerous?"

Conan was taken aback. He took out a map of Tokyo and looked at Ran, "Ran-neechan, where is Sonoko's house?"

"Sonoko's house, she should live here, right?" Ran pointed uncertainly to a spot, then frowned. "Or maybe in the port area, or perhaps in..."

Conan's lips twitched slightly. The rich woman had so many houses that most people wouldn't even know where she lived.

"Where did Sonoko-neechan stay yesterday morning?"

“Yesterday morning, I think it was around here,” Xiaolan pointed to one of the locations. “What’s wrong? Do you suspect Mr. Shinjo did it?”

"No, I suspect Mr. Shinjo is a victim."

Conan picked up a pencil and drew several lines on the map. In the end, these lines all had one thing in common: they all had to pass through the road that was blocked today.

Of course, you can take a detour, but that would add 40 minutes to your travel time, wasting fuel and time.

"Is this the route Shinjo takes home?" Although he didn't know where Shinjo's house was, Kogoro Mouri had a rough idea.

“There were very few cars on the road early yesterday morning, so Mr. Shinjo had no need to take a detour. He would have passed through this area,” Conan said, pointing to the road. “If the gunfight had happened during the day, even the Metropolitan Police Department, no matter how fast they are, couldn’t have arrived before the news spread. There’s absolutely no news about this place online or on TV right now, so the gunfight must have happened during a time when there were very few people around. That means…”

“At dawn and at night!” Kogoro and Ran said almost in unison.

Kogoro Mouri grabbed the phone on the table and dialed, but the call to the Koshimizu Detective Agency went unanswered. He then dialed Shinjo's cell phone, but it was out of service, which made his expression grow increasingly grim.

Inside the institute

At this moment, Shinjo was lying on the treatment bed, his prosthetic eye completely flipped over, revealing the interface at the back. A data cable was plugged into the prosthetic eye's interface, and data was beginning to be exported little by little.

"What's going on here?" Yue Shui swallowed hard. She had only ever seen this kind of scene in science fiction movies before.

“Export his memory data, not all of it, just some fragments,” Karen said. “It will take at most a few hours, there will be no risk, no need to worry.”

Yue Shui nodded, then turned and went out. She stood at the door of Xin Cheng's room for a while before opening the door, going to his computer, opening the history, and quickly finding a website.

A dozen minutes later, she restored everything to its original state, and now she had a list in her hand.

a few hours later

Shinjo restored the prosthetic eye to its original state and cleared the system's error log. At this moment, he felt a little dizzy, and the muscles around the prosthetic eye were twitching constantly, showing signs of facial paralysis.

"When you were exporting the data, your girlfriend came into your room and used your computer," Karen suddenly said.

"She's my partner, we're not in that kind of relationship, there's a huge age gap between us." Xincheng stretched. "If I had a daughter, she'd probably be older than her. By the way, what was she doing using my computer?"

“She browsed a certain website, but that website was very strange.” Karen’s tone was a little odd. “The website’s firewall wasn’t very good, but when I hacked into the website’s server, the content of the web pages would be replaced with other web pages, such as gossip news and game pages, and it was different every time.”

Shinjo's lips twitched. A website that could block Karen's intrusion was theoretically nonexistent. If there was one, it would be a criminal list, also produced by the system.

That website records all sorts of vicious criminals. What is Yue Shui looking for on that website?

"Want me to help you check that website?" Karen's tone was filled with anticipation. "Just give me your computer, account, and password, and I can find out everything about this website in ten minutes, at most ten minutes."

"no need."

"You're so stingy. Could you reveal who owns this website? What's it used for? Is it a network for extraterrestrial life forms?"

Xincheng, feeling a bit overwhelmed by Karen's incessant chatter, simply unplugged her sound card. The next second, rows of text appeared on the monitor, most of them Karen's accusations of his violence.

Xincheng yawned, lay down on the examination bed and fell asleep, deciding to think about everything after he woke up.

Meanwhile, in the room of Koshimizu

Yue Shui typed the names on the list into the search engine one by one. Except for a small number of names that had no information, most of the names were related to major cases. The information recorded on that webpage was more abundant and detailed than the information on the webpage itself.

Chapter 143 The Detective Work of Koshimizu

"So why does Xincheng have such a website?" Yue Shui stared at the report on the webpage, unconsciously biting her nails. "Could it be some kind of internal website? If it's an internal website, why would they need to monitor so many criminals? Besides, the information on that website is so comprehensive, they could close in at any time, so why haven't they made a move yet?"

Unbeknownst to her, Karen had seen all of her browsing history.

“A list of criminals?” Karen said, frowning. “Could it be the internal network of Interpol, or the internal network of the Japanese Public Security Bureau? Oh well, let’s search the whole thing; we’re bound to find this network eventually.”

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night; cybersecurity departments around the world will be unable to sleep.

A hacker brazenly broke into their territory, browsed everything, and then swaggered away. Those self-proclaimed elite cybersecurity experts couldn't even catch him red-handed.

Early in the morning, Yue Shui arrived at Xin Cheng's room with huge dark circles under her eyes. Xin Cheng was still lying on the treatment bed, sleeping soundly.

Seeing that Shinjo was sleeping soundly, Yue Shui called out Karen's name, but Karen's voice did not come out of the laboratory.

"Strange, does artificial intelligence also need to sleep?" Yue Shui sighed and found some paper and pen. After writing a letter to Xin Cheng, she left the research institute and headed straight for the station.

When Xincheng woke up and discovered the letter, it was already more than ten hours later.

“It’s dangerous outside now. Why didn’t you tell me she was gone?” Xincheng asked, a headache forming in his head. “If those guys use her as leverage…”

“Tell you? You’re sleeping like a log, and you’ve forgotten who unplugged my sound card.” Karen was also a little annoyed. “You don’t need to worry about her safety for now. She arrived in Osaka safely a few hours ago and has already made contact with Hattori Heiji.”

"Heiji Hattori? What's she doing going to see that Osaka black chicken?"

After the Twilight Villa incident, the detectives exchanged contact information, Hattori being one of them. However, upon hearing that Koshimizu had found Hattori, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief; in Osaka, no one should dare to lay a hand on this young master's guest.

"It's probably for investigating cases. You must have quite a few cases on your computer."

"This..." Shinjo's expression changed drastically. He quickly went to his room and directly accessed the backend records.

He quickly found over a dozen browsing records. After filtering through information related to Osaka, his expression instantly turned grim. Of so many criminals, to be able to find one who wasn't in Tokyo and had some connection to the organization—what kind of luck did Koshimizu Nanatsuki have?

Meanwhile, in ramen shops in Osaka

"I thought you were going to treat me to some fancy meal, but it's just ramen?" Koshimizu looked at the open kitchen across the way. "Well, I'll see how delicious this ramen is."

“Only this shop’s ramen can be called ramen. The broth in Tokyo is too rich.” Heiji proudly declared his ramen theory. “The broth should be clear enough that you can see the bottom of the bowl. That’s what ramen should be.”

"The taste is a bit bland, but it's delicious and quite unique." Yue Shui took a couple of bites and expressed her gratitude.

"Hey, Heiji, who's this lady? Is she your new girlfriend?" the ramen chef asked with a smile.

"Does it look similar?" Heiji chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

"No, I'm from Tokyo. I need to trouble Hattori Heiji for something," Koshimizu said very politely.

"Let's talk business later. At least we should experience Osaka's local customs and culture. I know a shop that makes really good takoyaki," Hattori said with a smile. "We can talk business after we've eaten, or we can talk while we eat, which is also a good option."

Yue Shui said with a smile, "Are you really alright?"

"It's alright, it's alright, you're our guests, it's not easy for you..."

“But I see that young lady over there seems to be about to lose her temper. Is she your girlfriend?” Yue Shui asked, pointing to a girl who was walking away from them.

"Who... Kazuha, what are you doing here?" Hattori looked in the direction Koshimizu was pointing and quickly saw a familiar figure.

"Of course, I'm here as your older sister to see who your friends are, so you don't make the wrong friends," Kazuha said, blushing.

She had overheard Koshimizu and Hattori's conversation, and now she was somewhat glad that she hadn't directly asked for A, otherwise it would have been a huge misunderstanding.

"I'm here today mainly because of a case from a few years ago." Koshimizu Nanatsuki placed a folder she had prepared beforehand in front of Hattori. "This case is related to him. According to my information, this person is currently active in Osaka."

"Who is it? By the way, why are you the only one here this time? Where's Uncle Shinjo? Isn't he your assistant?" Hattori casually took the folder, but his expression changed instantly after seeing the photos inside. "Numabuchi Kiichiro? What do you want with him?"