Conan, I'm an actor

If he wants to leave the organization, these things must be handed over to new people, completely and exactly, not like the remote control behind the scenes, such as with Irish liquor now.

"Is there really no way at all?" Pisco asked, scratching his head in frustration.

"What you need to do now is stay away from me. I don't want to be harassed by these people." Shinjo looked at the crowd behind Masuyama Kenzo and said in a low voice, "What the organization can give you, I can give you too. There's nothing I'm reluctant to give up."

Pisco's pupils dilated in shock. What did Cognac mean? Was this preparation to raise the flag and rebel against the BOSS, to prepare to set up camp and fight the BOSS?

However, Cognac seemed to have no intention of explaining to him, and simply went to the side to find some peace and quiet. He didn't dare to provoke Cognac at this time, so he could only keep quiet.

Inside Professor Moriya's exhibition room, Conan and Ran are admiring his works. At that moment, Conan notices a peculiar villa, which seems to be related to a previous case.

"Ran-neechan, this isn't the previous one..." Conan said, pointing to the photo on the wall.

"Isn't this Mr. Kurokawa's house?" Ran asked in surprise. "Could it have been designed by Professor Moriya as well?"

“Yes, Mr. Kurokawa met me when I was still young. This house was designed shortly after I became an independent architect.” Professor Moriya said with his hands behind his back. “I heard recently that Mr. Kurokawa was murdered by his maid.”

"Hmm," Xiaolan said with some regret.

"The works I created after that were all clumsy designs I made when I was around thirty years old, so you don't need to look at them." Professor Moriya coughed.

Conan looked at Professor Moriya with some confusion. Usually, when people refer to their own works as "my humble work," it's a humble way of speaking, often carrying a teasing or shy tone. But Professor Moriya in front of him was different; he gave the impression that he genuinely disliked these works.

Just then, Conan noticed a picture of a bridge on the wall—it was a railway bridge on the ring road. Wasn't this Teiji Moriya an architect? When did he start designing bridges?

Kogoro Mouri wasn't particularly interested in the exhibits, but out of politeness, he pretended to appreciate them.

When the three left the Moriya residence, it was already dusk. The afternoon tea party had ended, and only a few of Moriya Teiji's friends remained.

"Conan, are you looking for Mr. Shinjo?" Ran asked with a smile as she looked at Conan, who was looking around. "Mr. Shinjo is the boss of a big company, so he must have a lot of things to take care of. Don't cause trouble for him."

"Okay, okay, Ran-neechan, you're so long-winded!" Conan said, somewhat indignantly.

If it weren't for wanting to see a midnight movie with her, would he have bothered to find Xincheng so shamelessly? But as soon as he said that, he regretted it. He turned his head stiffly and the first thing he saw was Xiaolan's "kind" face and her fist.

At this moment, Shinjo is sitting in Director Ochiai's car, browsing his laptop and checking his to-do list.

Karen is very capable, but she lacks physical health, so Shinjo has to handle many things on her behalf, which has made his schedule quite busy lately. Fortunately, Karen reviews all the documents before asking him to sign them, making sure there are no problems, so he just needs to be her signing tool.

"The formalities for the island have been completed, and Miss Karen has renamed it," Director Ochiai said.

"Don't tell me about this," Shinjo said with a smile. "Are there any other difficulties?"

“But Miss Karen specifically told me to tell you about this.”

Chapter 164 The Bomb in the Green Park

"Huh? What illness has she had?" A look of doubt appeared on Xincheng's face.

"I don't know. She only told me to tell you that the island's name has been changed to Kuroroshima." Director Ochiai looked at Shinjo's horrified expression in the rearview mirror. "Does this name have any special meaning?"

"No, no." Shinjo said no, but his smile had become very forced.

Fortunately, a phone call came in at that moment, which promptly changed the subject.

Inside a billiards hall, a sign indicating it was closed was already hanging at the entrance. Vodka paced back and forth anxiously.

As the doorbell rang, Shiho Miyano, with her flaxen hair, walked in, exuding an aura that warned strangers to stay away.

Vodka wiped the sweat from his forehead. As expected of the woman the boss valued, she had such a strong aura despite being a researcher.

"Where is what I asked for?" Shiho Miyano asked silently.

“It’s all here.” Vodka opened the box. “The boss prepared two guns for you. One is a Browning M1906, a pocket pistol, which is very easy to conceal. The other is a Walther PPK, along with dozens of rounds of ammunition.”

Shiho Miyano's gaze fell on the Browning M1906 in the box, and after a moment she said, "Thank him for me."

In a direct confrontation, she was no match for Cognac, and Gin clearly knew this as well. So he also prepared a small, easily concealable pistol, hoping to take Cognac down with a single shot at a crucial moment.

“Oh, right.” Vodka seemed to have thought of something. “The boss told me that if you need help, he can help you coordinate manpower. Cognac is also a top-notch expert in field operations; you are no match for him.”

"No need, please thank him for me." Shiho Miyano picked up her suitcase and prepared to leave.

"When are you planning to make your move?" Vodka asked nervously.

He really didn't want to get involved in this woman's affairs; talking to her was just too exhausting. But what could he do? She was someone the boss valued.

"I will find the opportunity myself, so you don't need to worry about that."

Watching Shiho Miyano's departing figure, Vodka felt, for some reason, that Gin had done something wrong, and a very wrong one at that.

He thought for a moment, then went to the bar and dialed Gin's number.

“Hey, boss, the gun’s been given to Sherry,” Vodka said. “But Sherry doesn’t seem to need our help, and she hasn’t even told us when we’re going to operate.”

“That’s normal.” Gin stretched his neck. “We were involved in Miyano Akemi’s affair, so it’s normal that Sherry doesn’t trust us. How’s the investigation you asked me to do going? Have you found out anything about the relationship between Bourbon and Sherry?”

“No, Bourbon’s past is clean,” Vodka said, frowning. “I want to investigate further, but he works for Vermouth, and I’m afraid it will offend her.”

"Is it very clean?" Gin's voice was a little hoarse.

“Before joining the organization, he was just an ordinary office worker,” Vodka said. “He joined the organization by accident, and there seems to be nothing wrong with that.”

"Investigate further. I'll explain things to Vermouth." Gin's voice carried a hint of murderous intent.

"Hey!"

"Being too clean is a problem in itself. Bourbon's skills are definitely not something that can be developed in a few months of special training by the organization."

"You suspect he is..."

"Ah, that's very likely."

Dr. Agasa's house

"Seriously, what on earth is Mr. Shinjo doing?" Conan lay on the sofa, fuming. "He's not answering his phone, and we can't find him. May 3rd is just a few days away, what are we going to do?!"

"Since it's so difficult, why didn't you just reject her outright?" the professor said with a contented expression as he made his coffee.

"What can I do? When I see Ran counting down the days to the calendar every day, looking so expectant, I just can't refuse her," Conan said helplessly.

Just then, the television began broadcasting the news.

"According to reliable sources, a large quantity of explosives containing ammonium nitrate was stolen from the Dongyang gunpowder depot the day before yesterday. Police have deployed over a hundred officers to conduct the search."

"This is really serious," Dr. Agasa exclaimed.

"This amount of explosives could easily make several bombs," Conan shook his head. "These are truly turbulent times."

"Early this morning, a villa in Tokyo was set on fire, affecting several surrounding homes," the anchor continued his report.

"Isn't this Mr. Kurokawa's house?" Conan's face showed a shocked expression.

“Yes, it’s the family where the murder happened,” the doctor said, frowning. “But there have been quite a few arson cases lately.”

Just then, the phone rang, and Conan picked up the remote and turned down the TV volume.

The professor picked up the phone, said only a few words, and then handed it to Conan, who was standing to the side. "Shinichi, it's for you. The other person seems to be using a voice changer; their voice sounds quite strange."

"Oh." Conan picked up the voice changer immediately. "I'm Shinichi Kudo, who is this?"

"Shinichi Kudo?" The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment. "I'm the one who stole the explosives from the Japanese gunpowder depot."

"What!" Conan's expression changed instantly.

"I think you should just give me your mobile phone number."

"I have no obligation to give my phone number to someone like you," Conan said with a dark expression.

"So, you're thinking of cutting off the only way you can contact me?" The person on the other end seemed extremely confident that Shinichi Kudo would compromise, and was somewhat fearless.

Considering that the other party had hundreds of kilograms of gunpowder, Conan finally decided to compromise and gave him his mobile phone number.

"Okay, now come to the Tsutsugawa Green Park right now with your cell phone. I'm going to show you something interesting."

"Green Park?"

"If we don't come soon, all those children will die."

"What did you say!" Conan wanted to ask for more information, but the other party had already hung up the phone, giving him no chance at all.

Faced with this situation, Conan didn't dare to delay. He immediately asked Professor Agasa to help contact Inspector Megure, while he himself rushed to the Green Park to see if he could stop the bomber.

At this moment, Moriya Teiji was standing on the unfinished building, observing the green park not far away with binoculars. Little did he know that three hundred meters away from him, there was a group of people watching him.

"Mr. Shinjo, what are we doing here?" Yusuke Sakata asked breathlessly. "And why are we taking the stairs when there's an elevator?"

He was carrying a heavy-looking backpack, the equipment Shinjo had asked them to carry that morning. Not only him, but Amuro Tooru and Shinjo were also carrying similar backpacks, and they appeared to be even heavier than his.

Shinjo merely glanced at Amuro Tooru beside him, offering no explanation.

Amuro Tooru shook his head helplessly. "Rotten wood cannot be carved," perhaps that was a description of Sakata Yusuke.

“The things we do are shady, so we have to find ways to avoid surveillance when we’re on the move.” Amuro stretched. “Few people use the emergency staircases, so it’s almost impossible to run into anyone. Even if we do, we can use these clothes to cover it up. As for elevators, aside from the surveillance cameras, people riding in the elevator will see our faces, increasing the risk of exposure.”

Yusuke Sakata looked somewhat embarrassed. He realized that he still didn't understand his place; he was no longer a policeman.

Chapter 165 Out-of-Control Model Airplane and New Hints

"Are you confident in your sniping skills?" Shinjo asked, glancing at Amuro Tooru behind him.

“That depends on what the sniper is targeting.” Amuro Tooru shrugged. “He can’t compare to Scotland; he can be Rye’s assistant shooter.”

"There's a remote-controlled plane with a bomb over at Green River Park." Shinjo took something out of his backpack, placed it on the ground, and connected it with wires. "If necessary, I'll have you shoot it down."

"Are you kidding me? The straight-line distance from here to the green park is 800 meters!" Amuro Tooru's face was rather grim. "800 meters, even if it's a stationary target..."

"If you can't do it, you can't do it. Why all the nonsense?" Shinjo rolled his eyes.

Amuro Tooru wanted to retort, but then he realized something else. "What did you say? There's a remote-controlled airplane over there, and it's loaded with bombs?"

“Yes.” Xincheng took out his laptop, connected the device, and started dialing.

"The signal is connected. When do we start jamming?" Karen's voice came through the headset.

“You’re my last resort. Only interfere when it really comes to the final step. When that happens, send the remote-controlled plane to the rooftop where Moriya Teiji is.” Shinjo picked up a sniper rifle and began searching for Moriya Teiji.

In the original story, Teiji Moriya stands atop a row of unfinished buildings, controlling the entire situation. Shinjo initially thought he could easily find his trail, but he realized he had underestimated him.

There are more than a dozen unfinished buildings next to the Green Park, all products of the post-bubble era. In addition, the location of Moriya Teiji is rather hidden, so it was difficult to find for a while.

Amuro Tooru lowered his binoculars; he had already spotted the remote-controlled plane and the bomb hanging beneath it. He took out his phone, but glancing at Sakata Yusuke beside him, he was unsure whether to make the call.

Just then, Shinjo saw Conan running towards him from the roadside with his skateboard. The situation from the previous episodes happened again: the remote control button was broken, and the remote-controlled airplane began to fly erratically out of control.