Conan, I'm an actor

"Kid, you're a bit impatient, you need to practice more." Shinjo took out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, lit one for himself, and subconsciously wanted to hand the pack to Conan, but thankfully he stopped himself in time.

"I didn't expect you to smoke." Conan rolled down the car window.

"After being in that kind of place for a long time, you have to learn one or two ways to relax. I've been targeted by people in the organization recently, and the mental pressure is a bit high. I had already quit smoking, but now I've started smoking again," Shinjo said with some helplessness.

He'd been running around Tokyo for the past two days, ostensibly gathering information for Nanatsuki Koshimizu, but actually trying to lure Gin, who was lurking in the shadows. But he hadn't seen a single member of the organization, let alone Gin.

"Who?" Conan immediately became interested when he heard that it was about an organization.

“It’s Gin, the one who poisoned you.” Shinjo stretched. “Remember the parking lot bombing a few days ago? That bomb was in my car, and I was the one who defused it.”

"Why? Why are they targeting you?" Conan frowned. "They said they were from the Metropolitan Police Department..."

He paused halfway through his sentence, then looked at the new city in front of him with an incredulous expression.

“You guessed right, there’s a mole. This matter isn’t actually hard to investigate. The officers at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department don’t know, but the officers at the station back then know very well.” Shinjo leaned back in his chair. “If we send one or two undercover officers to get the local officers drunk, they’ll spill everything. Of course, we can’t rule out the possibility that there’s a mole in the higher-ups at the Metropolitan Police Department.”

Conan had just breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Shinjo's explanation, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his heart, which had been at ease, started to pound again.

"Drink this stuff, then wait for your body to return to normal." As Xincheng spoke, he took out a bottle of baijiu from the trunk, and then a gift box. "Inside is a cell phone, the latest model."

"What is this for?"

"So the girl will remember you, right?" Shinjo rolled his eyes at Conan. "You disappeared for so long without even an explanation. And when you meet again, you don't even bring a gift. Is that behaving like you?"

"That's true." Conan scratched the back of his head somewhat awkwardly.

“You definitely won’t be able to show your face often in the future, so the cell phone is for your convenience to stay in touch. Cell phones are used frequently, so if she uses one, she can think of you all the time.”

"That makes sense."

"Ran probably didn't bring any chocolate this time. Even if Sonoko did, knowing her personality, she wouldn't just give you ordinary chocolate; she'd definitely make one herself. Just let her owe it to you for now." Shinjo noticed Conan looking at him with a strange expression and asked somewhat guiltily, "Why?"

"I was just wondering, Mr. Shinjo, someone as charming as you, how many female partners do you actually have?" Conan asked earnestly.

"The police academy is full of men. After I left, I went to work in the organization. It's such a dangerous place, who has time to date?" Shinjo stubbed out his cigarette. "Those girls were just playing around, not a single one of them. I really envy Mori, childhood sweetheart, he's got a head start."

Upon hearing Shinjo's words, Conan felt as if he could see Kogoro Mouri drunk, and immediately grabbed the baijiu in front of him and gulped it down.

He knew about the existence of Lao Bai Gan liquor, and that it wasn't poison, so he drank it without any restraint. By the time he realized what was happening, a large mouthful of Lao Bai Gan had already burned his way down his esophagus to his stomach, followed by excruciating pain in his chest.

A dozen minutes later, a young man in a suit got out of the passenger seat, but he didn't look well at the moment, his forehead was covered in sweat.

"I'll wait for you at the alley entrance. You only have half an hour to see how you handle it. One last thing: if you encounter a case, just hide and don't reveal your presence, understand?" After saying that, Xincheng drove to the alley entrance.

On the other side, in a restaurant

Looking at the couples in front of her, Koshimizu Nanatsuki felt a little uncomfortable. She had come to ask her friend about the efficacy of the medicine, but her friend was currently being affectionate with her boyfriend. Even if she had low emotional intelligence, she wouldn't go up and cause trouble at this time.

Just then, a young man walked up to Nanatsuki Koshimizu and said, "Excuse me, do you mind if I sit next to you?"

"Are you a medical student?" Yue Shui asked, looking up directly.

"I am an engineer..."

“Then I mind.” After saying that, Yue Shui looked down at her case file and continued to wait for her friend to finish.

Chapter 14 Rejection Drugs and Cases

This wait lasted for more than twenty minutes.

"I have to say, you're really something. You've come all this way for a matchmaking event, yet you're still keeping everyone at arm's length," Rina Mizuno said with a hint of exasperation.

"Don't get me wrong, I never intended to participate in any social event. You're the one who tricked me into this." Koshimizu Nanatsuki looked at her friend and said mercilessly, "I hope this kind of thing never happens again."

"Alright, alright, what do you need me for?" Rina Mizuno said somewhat helplessly. "It's probably some kind of case again. Just tell me what you need my help with."

"Could you take a look at these two medicines and tell me what they are?" Yue Shui directly opened his booklet and handed it to Mizuno Rina.

"Cyclosporine soft capsules, mycophenolate mofetil dispersible tablets?" Rina Mizuno frowned upon seeing the names of the medications.

"What's wrong? Are these two medicines rare?" Yue Shui asked with some concern. Her biggest fear was that Xin Cheng had contracted some rare disease; if that happened…

"It's not exactly obscure; who uses these two medications?"

“A friend of mine.” Yue Shui’s eyes flickered slightly. “You could think of him as a business partner.”

"Partner, I remember you opened a detective agency, and you no longer live in the school dormitory, but live in the detective agency. Your partner wouldn't happen to be..." Rina Mizuno's eyes lit up with a gossip-seeking light.

The main reason was that Koshimizu Nanatsuki was so famous at the university, attracting many suitors, but many of them didn't even have the chance to meet her or exchange a few words with her. She was very curious about who could possibly win over this talented woman.

"It's not what you think. The dormitory is a shared room, and I'm not used to it," Yue Shui explained. "There are several rooms upstairs in the detective agency, and I can live in one by myself. Plus, it's convenient for taking on cases, so I live there."

"So you two are actually living together?"

"That's not the point. What exactly are these two medicines?!" Yue Shui asked, somewhat embarrassed and angry. "I didn't come here for you to gossip. This is very important."

"Anti-rejection drugs are necessary for patients who have had heart stents implanted or received organ transplants, and they need to take them long-term." Seeing her friend's unease, Mizuno didn't dare continue the joke. "Your friend has probably had some surgery, and some organs in their body don't belong to them. They need to take these medications regularly. Could you describe your friend's situation in more detail?"

After a moment of silence, Koshimizu told Mizuno what had happened at the Kyoto Hotel.

“From your description, it seems your friend has some kind of heart disease. That device is probably for detecting heart rate or heartbeat,” Mizuno said, stroking his chin. “The most likely conclusion is that your friend has had heart surgery.”

"Heart surgery? Can chest compressions help him urgently...?"

“CPR is useless for this kind of illness. Calling it a terminal illness is really not that different,” Mizuno said after thinking for a moment. “Even professional medical students wouldn’t know what to do unless they had specialized equipment at hand.”

Upon hearing her friend's words, Yue Shui's expression darkened. Did this mean that Xin Cheng had a terminal illness?

"By the way, you just said that when you were in Kyoto, he kicked you out of your room?" Rina Mizuno suddenly leaned closer to Koshimizu. "When you two went to Kyoto, you didn't sleep in the same room, did you?"

Koshimizu originally thought Mizuno had some details she wanted to ask, but after waiting for a long time, the woman asked about gossip. Rolling her eyes, she said, "We two went on a business trip. The firm is co-owned by the two of us, and no one reimburses us for the expenses of the business trip, so naturally we try to save money in any way we can."

"Oh, it's just a business trip to save on travel expenses." Mizuno's tone was a little strange.

"You're going to die!"

On the other side, the Minagawa family

Just as Shinichi Kudo finished meeting with his wife, gave her the gift, and was about to leave, a scream came from inside the villa.

As shouts of "Murder!" and "Mr. Minagawa is dead!" rang out, Shinichi Kudo bypassed Ran in front of him and rushed towards the Minagawa family's house.

All of this was observed by the new city at the gate.

"It seems that between deduction and love, deduction is more important." Shinjo shook his head and then walked towards the car.

Shinichi Kudo had lingered too long, and this body didn't have much time left for him; his current physical state could revert to its previous state at any moment. To avoid being seen by Ran Mouri, he had to be prepared to meet the detective.

Half an hour later, Shinichi Kudo, covered in sweat, exchanged a few words with the police officers who came to investigate, and then rushed towards the black sedan parked at the door without looking back.

After getting into the car, Kudo's expression was completely distorted. He was overwhelmed by a series of feelings, including difficulty breathing, a splitting headache, and nausea.

"I told you a long time ago not to get involved in the case, but you wouldn't listen. Ran almost found out." Shinjo stepped on the gas and drove straight out of the alley, not giving Ran and Sonoko a chance to chase after him.

"How can we just watch the murderer get away with it?" Kudo kept taking deep breaths, but the situation did not improve.

"You and I are definitely not on the same path."

Not long after, a sharp pain shot through his heart, and his body began to convulse. Before long, he returned to his Conan form.

"Why? The effects of the drug have worn off, haven't they?" Conan looked at his hands in confusion. "Why am I back to normal? Do I have to keep drinking? Give me that strong liquor!"

“The fever and certain components in Lao Bai Gan (a type of Chinese liquor) can indeed restore your body to its original state, but you only have a few chances,” Xin Cheng said slowly. “If you drink too much, your body will develop drug resistance. Once you develop drug resistance, unless you can find a way to extract this substance, you will be stuck in a child's state forever.”

"How do we extract this substance!" Conan quickly grasped the key.

"I don't know about that. I remember telling you that I'm a field operative, not a pharmaceutical researcher," Shinjo said somewhat helplessly. "You should ask your Dr. Agasa to help you find a pharmaceutical expert. But I must remind you, the organization has considerable connections in academia, so tell him to be careful."

As they were talking, Shinjo had already parked the car in front of Professor Agasa's house.

When we left the Minagawa residence, Ran Mouri saw the back of the car, but I'm not sure if she saw the license plate. If we use this car to take Conan home again, and Ran sees us, we won't be able to keep it a secret anymore. So, it's better to let Professor Agasa take Conan home.

Chapter 15 The Haunted Art Museum Legend

"Why are you helping me?" Conan suddenly asked as he closed the car door.

"Why should I help you?" Shinjo stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "Maybe I just want to cause some trouble for those guys. After all, Gin is too sensitive and too unruly, always ready to fight. If he really notices me and starts making a scene, I'll have a real headache. With you, the famous detective, causing him trouble, I can have some peace and quiet for a while."

Conan slammed the car door shut. This guy never tells the truth.

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For the next few months, Tokyo remained calm.

Neither the Mori Detective Agency nor the Koshimizu Detective Agency had much business. The Mori Detective Agency was doing alright, with one case involving a follow-up investigation into a romantic relationship, while the Koshimizu Detective Agency only had two cases involving missing cats and dogs.

The Metropolitan Police Department also had a rare lull, as the pursuit of the parking lot bombing case had slowed down due to the lack of leads.

Knowing that Lao Bai Gan (a type of Chinese liquor) could temporarily counteract the effects of poison, Conan has been staying with Professor Agasa these days, pestering him to study pharmacology, which is not his area of ​​expertise, and hasn't bothered Shinjo at all.

If it weren't for the script settlement section in the system, Xincheng would have really thought that everything was over.

"By the way, Shinjo, have you heard the legend of the art museum?" Yue Shui asked, biting her pen.

"The legend of the art museum? What kind?" Xincheng picked up his coffee cup. "Which art museum?"

"It's that art museum near Beika Town. It seems they're having an exhibition of medieval art recently." Koshimizu stretched. "A few days ago, their security guards said they encountered medieval armor that could walk on its own while they were on patrol at night."

"Medieval armor that walks on its own?" Xincheng chuckled. "You believe that?"

"I don't believe it, but I'm really interested in this matter." Yue Shui looked at Xin Cheng. "Why don't we go take a look and investigate, just to satisfy our curiosity?"

“What’s the point of investigating this? There are only two possibilities. First, it’s true that someone is wearing medieval armor and walking around the art museum for some purpose.” Shinjo paused for a moment before continuing, “The second possibility is that the news is false, and the art museum is using this method to attract interested people to pay for tickets in order to boost its business.”

"You're such a boring person. You say it's just to satisfy your curiosity. Anyway, it won't take much time to go there, and the firm doesn't have any cases these days."

"Alright, alright." Xincheng stood up. "I'll change my clothes and head out."

If he remembers correctly, the most recent case involving the art museum was the murder at the art museum.

If he remembered correctly, both the victim, Mr. Manaka, and the wrongly accused suspect, Kubota, deserved to die in that case. The real culprit, Director Ochiai, was the pitiful one; although his actions were wrong, they suited Shinjo's taste.

He knew about the art museum two days earlier than Yue Shui, but he didn't want to get involved.

Firstly, the Mouri family will be visiting the art museum under Ran's guidance, and they will "coincidentally" stumble upon this case. With Conan around, the real culprit can't escape.

Secondly, he was quite fond of Director Ochiai's personality and the things he did, and he didn't want to see the old man's life come to an end.

However, if Conan insists on going, he does want to have a showdown with this famous detective.

Upon hearing that Shinjo had agreed, Yue Shui immediately returned to her room, changed her clothes, and waited at the door for Shinjo to come out.

With a light tap of his finger, he opened the system in front of him and switched the current script on the script change interface.