Conan, I'm an actor

At this moment, a large number of forensic police officers are taking photos and collecting evidence at the scene. There are two burned cars at the entrance, and the car doors are lying quietly to one side.

"This is a crime scene, what are you doing here?" Ginjiro Toyama pressed down on Heiji's shoulder. "Go back here. This case is not for you to interfere with."

"But……"

“No buts. Self-Defense Force officials are inside, and your father is negotiating with them.” Ginjiro Toyama glanced in the direction of the house. “If anything happens, go see him tonight.”

Hattori Heiji was taken aback. He hadn't expected that even the Self-Defense Forces would be mobilized. But thinking about it, it made sense. They had already used explosives and rocket launchers. It wouldn't make sense for the Self-Defense Forces to pretend to be dead.

He looked at the two wrecked cars in front of him. This was the first time he had ever seen cars destroyed by an RPG. It was too tragic. He wondered where the C4 had been used.

Just then, a forensic vehicle arrived with a batch of evidence that needed to be sent back to the police station. Hattori got into the vehicle and quickly found an acquaintance to inquire about the relevant situation.

The suspect attacked Soutaro Goji as he was leaving the house, using C4 explosives to blow up the front door. However, thanks to the protection of his bodyguards, Goji was only seriously injured and was dragged into the house by them.

The remaining bodyguards parked their car in front of the villa, attempting to use it as cover to block the suspects' advance while awaiting police backup.

Then both vehicles were hit by three rockets and were totaled, and the bodyguard in the back of the vehicles was seriously injured.

What happened next was what we saw in the surveillance video: Numabuchi Kiichiro swaggered in, carrying a katana.

Looking at the documents in front of him, Hattori fell silent. He wanted to continue investigating the case, but given the current situation, even if he wanted to, he feared his father wouldn't agree.

Just as the car was about to reach the police station, his phone rang, and the caller ID showed it was Kudo.

"Hey, Kudo, is there something wrong?" Hattori asked wearily.

"The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department has found clues about that case. Surveillance footage shows several suspects having contact with the victim, and most of them have been cleared of suspicion," Conan said. "But there's one person we still haven't found."

"Not found?"

"Yes, they couldn't find him. It's like he just vanished," Conan said somewhat helplessly. "The Metropolitan Police Department checked a lot of surveillance footage, but apart from a few cameras near the deceased that captured his face, none of the others did. And..."

"And what?"

"Moreover, judging from the footage from the surveillance camera, it seems that he deliberately let the camera capture his face." Conan shook his head. "It's very possible that even that face is fake, but one thing is certain: that person is not Sakata Yusuke, because the height doesn't match."

Hattori merely breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that it wasn't Sakata Yusuke.

"What's wrong with you? You sound very tired. Why did you rush back to Osaka? Did something happen?" Conan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, Goji Sotaro is dead. He's the Goji councilor I told you about before." Hattori sighed.

Just then, the forensic officers across the street raised their hands and made several gestures to Hattori, signaling him not to tell anyone unrelated about the matter.

"This matter is confidential, and I believe you are familiar with the police's procedures for handling cases, so there are some things I cannot say," Hattori said with a somewhat forced smile. "That's all, I'll hang up now."

Conan looked at the phone that had been hung up, and after a moment's thought, he realized that someone was with Hattori, and it was someone from the police.

But what could be happening in Osaka?

Chapter 160 A Letter to Shinichi Kudo

Just then, the phone at the Mouri Detective Agency rang. Ran Mouri went over and answered it. A short while later, she turned to Conan and said, "Conan, it's Professor Agasa on the phone. He says he needs to talk to you."

"Professor Agasa, what could he possibly be up to?" Conan said with a hint of exasperation. "He's probably made some weird and wonderful toys again. What a nuisance."

"You should be more polite to Professor Agasa, he's a great inventor." Ran covered the microphone and said somewhat angrily, seeing Conan's nonchalant expression.

"Yes, yes, I understand." Conan sighed helplessly.

It has to be said that the aura surrounding a PhD inventor is simply too great; only those who have actually met him would realize how unreliable his inventions are.

"Hello, Professor, this is Conan. What's up?" Conan asked, yawning. "It's already evening!"

"Then come to my house tomorrow. I have something very important to tell you." Professor Agasa hung up the phone after saying that, seemingly in a hurry.

"Something very important?" Conan was taken aback, then he realized something and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

The most important thing for Professor Agasa must be the antidote for that poison. Could it be that the antidote has been successfully replicated? Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to grab his skateboard and head to Professor Agasa's house.

"Ran-neechan, I want to go to Professor Agasa's house!"

"Come back here! You said it yourself, it's almost bedtime, don't disturb the professor." Ran picked Conan up. "Go to sleep!"

“Yes…” Conan said somewhat helplessly, not expecting the boomerang to arrive so quickly.

Agasa house

At this moment, Dr. Agasa put aside a pile of letters and began to study the blueprints in front of him. The blueprints were sent by a woman named Karen. He knew very little about Ms. Karen, only that she was an employee of Shinjo Corporation and seemed to hold a high position.

Just yesterday, she sent an email to her inbox saying that she wanted to research a new type of base station.

“There’s no problem with the technology, but what’s the point of having such high bandwidth?” Dr. Agasa looked at the blueprints, somewhat bewildered. “If it’s for building a local area network, that’s a bit too extravagant. Oh well, never mind that, let’s just get it made first. Anyway, someone’s paying us.”

As he busied himself, time ticked by until a knock on the door startled Dr. Agasa from his research.

"Who is it, knocking at the door in the middle of the night?" Professor Agasa opened the door angrily, ready to teach these punctual people a lesson, and then he saw Conan's face.

"It's Shinichi. You're in a bit too much of a hurry. Why did you get here so quickly?" Professor Agasa said with a hint of helplessness.

"Doctor, it's already 8 a.m. By the way, what's the important thing you mentioned?" Conan's face lit up with excitement. "Has the antidote been successfully copied?"

"It's not that fast. I asked you to come here today because someone wants to write you a letter." Professor Agasa yawned. "Is it already daytime? Time flies. Come with me."

Ten minutes later

Conan watched as Professor Agasa rummaged through a pile of envelopes, his lips twitching slightly. "Professor, aren't you going to sort through these letters? Is it really necessary to keep them?"

"Found it!" Professor Agasa quickly placed a huge box in front of Conan. "These are recent letters; it should be inside. Look for it yourself. Those letters over there are from detective fans to your father; remember to deal with them."

"Seriously! Why does Dad have so many detective fans?" Conan sighed helplessly.

"I heard that Yusaku's Dark Baron series recently topped the bestseller list in the United States," Professor Agasa said with a smile. "There will be even more of these letters in the future, so be prepared."

“But he’s in Switzerland right now, and he travels all over the world. I have to send him all these letters from detective fans. It’s such a hassle,” Conan said with a sigh.

"Just help me with that, it won't take much time anyway." Dr. Agasa continued to bury himself in his research.

"I know! Professor, what are you busy with?" Conan walked up to the professor with a grin. "Are you making new equipment for me?"

"Sorry, I won't do anything that's not creative," Professor Agasa said, looking at the circuit diagram in front of him.

"Is that one of those insect flapping its wings?" Conan leaned closer. "But it doesn't look like a toy. Is it an integrated circuit board?"

“This is a new technology, PCB technology, which is printed circuit board.” Dr. Agasa said, stroking his chin. “Mr. Shinjo’s company really has a lot of talent. They can even make this kind of multi-layer printed circuit board. They can make a fortune just from this one technology patent.”

"Multi-layered, what does that mean?"

"In the early days of industrial technology, most electronic components were connected by wires, also known as flying wires. It wasn't until the advent of printed circuit boards that flying wires gradually disappeared," Dr. Agasa said. "This is PCB technology. However, people later found that connecting several circuit boards still required wires and was still inconvenient. So they connected two PCBs by reserving interfaces. But later, companies in the United States discovered multilayer PCB technology and directly eliminated this technology as well."

“I remember that patents are usually only enjoyed by the first person to apply for them,” Conan said, somewhat puzzled. “Since the multilayer PCB technology was invented in the United States, why was Mr. Shinjo able to apply for a patent?”

“Because the mainstream PCB technology now is 4-6 layers, while Mr. Shinjo’s PCB technology can make PCBs more than ten layers, which can improve the integration rate.” Dr. Agasa said with his eyes narrowed. “Forget it, you’re not studying circuits, you wouldn’t understand even if I told you.”

Conan pursed his lips, feeling annoyed by the disdain, but he genuinely didn't understand. Just then, the letter in his hand caught his attention.

Just as Professor Agasa said, this letter was addressed to him and signed Moriya Teiji.

"Teiji Moriya, which Teiji Moriya? I don't think I know this person." Conan said, having already removed the sealing wax. "I apologize for suddenly writing this letter to you. But to be honest, it was after seeing your performance as a high school detective on TV and in the newspapers that I thought I might have the honor of meeting you and asking you some questions. By the way, I will be hosting a garden tea party at my humble abode on Tuesday, April 29th, starting at 3:30 PM, to entertain distinguished guests from all over the world. If you are free then, I hope you will remember to attend and offer your guidance."

When Moriya Teiji was mentioned, the professor had already walked over and asked with a grin, "What's up? Someone invited you to a tea party?"

"Doctor, do you know who Teiji Moriya is?" Conan asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Of course I know him. He’s a professor in the Department of Architecture at Tokyo University and one of the top architects in Japan. He’s won many awards,” Dr. Agasa said with a smile. “An architect friend of mine used to be a big fan of his architecture.”

"Why would such a famous architect invite me?" Conan looked at the invitation with some curiosity.

“Since you’re an architect, you must also be an artist, right? You must constantly need to be exposed to new stimuli,” Dr. Agasa said with a smile. “Besides, Professor Moriya and I are both exceptionally talented people.”

“Exceptionally gifted…” Conan looked at the pile of inventions next to him that looked like garbage and fell silent.

Chapter 161 The Moriya Family's Afternoon Tea Party

Looking at the letter in his hand, Conan sighed. This invitation was also a troublesome matter. The other party had already extended such a sincere invitation, so even if he couldn't go in person, he had to find someone he knew to attend on his behalf.

Using a roadside phone booth, he asked Xiaolan to attend the tea party, and at the same time, he agreed to her unequal treaty that he would go to see a midnight movie with her.

He wanted to refuse the request, but Xiaolan didn't give him the chance.

He planned to go back and ask Professor Agasa if there were any remaining antidotes to deal with the current trouble, but unfortunately, both antidotes had already been put into experiments.

On an island hundreds of kilometers from Tokyo,

Director Ochiai looked at the bridge piers not far away, where construction was underway. This was the company's biggest investment project in the past two months: building a cross-sea bridge connecting the small island to Honshu Island.

"I really don't understand what Mr. Shinjo is trying to do." Mr. Ochiai shook his head. "What's the difference between building such a cross-sea bridge and burning money?"

Not far from him, Asami Narumi and Daigo Madoka were standing on a beach.

"This is the area we'll be designing next. We need a huge hangar and a control tower," Dr. Cheng said, holding up the blueprints. "Ideally, there should also be a hospital, a canteen, a factory, and various supporting facilities. By the way, Mr. Xincheng said that 80% of the space needs to be underground, and 80% of the surface portion should be inside the mountain."

"What are they trying to do?" Daigo crouched down to examine the soil. "This is the seaside! The geology here is already unsuitable for construction, and they're going to dig out such a large space underground. The difficulty of this construction is..."

“Money is not a problem.” Dr. Narumi thought for a moment and then gave the instructions given by Miss Karen.

"Then you have to tell us what this building is for, otherwise how am I supposed to design it..." Before Daigo could finish speaking, he saw Dr. Honesty take several large suitcases out of the trunk of the car.

As the suitcase was opened, stacks of white papers were neatly arranged inside.

Daigo took out one of the blueprints, which clearly marked the construction requirements and methods. He then picked up the other papers, which were blueprints for other parts of the project. After flipping through more than a dozen pages, a look of astonishment appeared on his face. The most difficult design work had actually been completed.

"Since the blueprints have already been designed, why did you call me here?" Daigo asked, somewhat bewildered.

“We need an architect to be stationed on-site,” Asagi said. “This is your job, arranged for you by Miss Karen.”

“Miss Karen? Who’s that? Isn’t that Mr. Shinjo’s company?” Daigo asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Ms. Karen is the company’s decision-maker, you can think of her as the CEO. Mr. Shinjo is the investor, or major shareholder,” Asagi said, frowning. “Ms. Karen’s affairs are highly confidential within the company, I suggest you don’t inquire about them.”

“Alright, I need to study these blueprints carefully.” Daigo shrugged. “Also, this construction project is very difficult, and ordinary construction teams cannot meet the requirements. I think we may need the assistance of some of the world’s top construction companies, and you will need to coordinate this.”

He's just a junior level two architect right now, barely able to be an executor, and at most he can only be a supervisor.

“No problem.” Asagi nods. “We’ll coordinate this, but it may take some time, since these construction teams don’t lack orders.”

“I know a master architect in Tokyo, I think his name is Teiji Moriya. He’s a professor in the architecture department at Tokyo University,” Daigo said after thinking for a moment. “He’s a top architect with a lot of connections, so he should know teams in this field.”

“I will talk to Mr. Shinjo.” Asagi nods.

A dozen minutes later, when Shinjo received a call from Asagi, his expression turned extremely strange.

"Is there anything special about that Moriya Teiji?" Karen asked curiously. "Your heart rate noticeably changed when you heard that name."