Conan, I'm an actor

Ran was also stunned. It seemed that when Heiji Hattori first came to their house, he called Conan Kudo, and she had indeed suspected that Conan was Shinichi that time. However, the next day, when he questioned Conan, Shinichi called, which dispelled her doubts.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Conan beside her with a hostile look. Conan was alright, but Professor Agasa lowered his head somewhat guiltily. Okay, now it's confirmed, that phone call earlier was Professor Agasa's doing.

Conan glared indignantly at Shinjo. What did this guy mean?! Didn't you know my identity from the beginning? Now you're trying to deny it all, it's utterly inhuman! However, he dared not say these words. Putting aside what Shinjo would do to him later, Ran might not even believe him. Even if Ran did believe him, the fact remained that Shinjo had "saved their lives," so she wouldn't do anything to Shinjo. On the contrary, he would be the one in trouble.

Chapter 179 The Residence That Has Not Yet Been Changed

"Don't stand at the door, it's windy outside. Come inside and we can talk about it." Just then, Yue Shui said from inside the door.

"Um, should I wait in the car?" Professor Agasa said somewhat awkwardly.

He didn't know what the research institute was studying, but he figured it must be something extraordinary. It wouldn't matter if Conan and Ran knew about these trade secrets—they wouldn't understand them anyway—but it was different for him; he needed to avoid suspicion.

"Professor Agasa, please come in too. You've come all this way, it would be impolite of me not to even have a cup of tea," Shinjo said with a smile.

Conan, on the other hand, had no qualms and was already waiting at the door after changing his shoes.

"Conan, you're too..."

"Haven't you changed your tune yet?" Xincheng asked with a smile.

"Although I haven't known Conan for very long, I've already gotten used to calling him Conan," Ran said shyly. "Besides, when I see Conan, I can't bring myself to call him Shinichi by his name; it just feels awkward."

"That's true. It always takes time to get used to someone you know well suddenly turning into a child."

Xiao Lan nodded frantically. As expected of Mr. Xincheng, if she and her father had said that, they would definitely have received answers like "you'll get used to it" and "it's no big deal".

"By the way, why didn't you invite Kogoro Mouri over today? Is it because Kogoro doesn't know this kid's true identity yet?" Shinjo asked, watching Conan's retreating figure. "Did you lie to your dad?"

"I didn't, I just didn't tell him." Xiaolan lowered her head guiltily.

"I can understand. I can imagine that guy knowing his precious daughter was sleeping in the same bed with her sweetheart..."

"Hey, stop talking. Can't you see that Xiaolan is practically burying her head in the ground?" Yue Shui slapped Xin Cheng hard, then led Xiaolan toward the reception room.

Ran originally wanted to go with Conan, but after Shinjo teased her like that, she instantly lost the desire to go and just wanted to leave.

After Ran left, Shinjo led Conan and Professor Agasa upstairs.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop just talking! Have you got your hands on me?" Conan said, somewhat indignantly. "You know Ran is the type to resort to violence if you can't reason with her!"

"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Shinjo looked at Conan with a half-smile.

"Of course I'm scared! She's a karate expert, I can't beat her at all," Conan said matter-of-factly. "And why did I give her that medicine? She never gave it to me."

"Of course, it's to give you some insurance. If it were someone like Professor Agasa, you would have swindled him out of his money in three days at most," Shinjo said matter-of-factly.

"What are you saying? I am..."

"That's true, it wouldn't take three days to lie to you."

Professor Agasa initially wanted to refute, but he chickened out after seeing the gadgets on Conan's body.

"By the way, Professor Agasa, I'm about to start recruiting. Do you have any suitable candidates? Could you introduce me to a few?" Shinjo suddenly remembered something. "I need people who are good with computers, or even recent graduates who are high achievers."

"It's difficult." Professor Agasa waved his hand. "These college students nowadays have very high standards. Although Mr. Shinjo's company offers good benefits, it's too small a company for them to consider. They want big companies with stability, so they can have a secure retirement."

Xincheng rolled his eyes. Was he complaining that the temple was too small?

The meeting room inside the research institute is on the top floor. The glass on the side closest to the server room is completely transparent, and rows of servers are flashing green and red lights.

“That’s not right. When I came here last time, I remember there was a row of servers on the left.” Professor Agasa said with a frown. “I remember you bought a lot more servers on the market afterward.”

"How does Dr. Agasa know so much about our company's development?" Shinjo suddenly realized something.

It wouldn't be surprising if Professor Agasa knew that a set of servers had been moved, but it's very suspicious that he knew he had bought many servers on the market.

When Karen purchased the server, she used many company names, which could only have been given to her by someone inside the company. Most of the people inside the company were friends introduced by Professor Agasa, and it was unlikely that she could shut them up, so she had no choice but to abandon the practice.

Dr. Agasa realized he had said the wrong thing, but since the words were already out, he could only remain silent.

After pouring Conan and Professor Agasa a cup of tea, Shinjo returned to his seat. "So, what brings you here today?"

"Ran dragged me here, do you believe me?" Conan said helplessly. "She insisted on coming to thank you, but she couldn't get through to you on the phone, so she had to send me here."

"Xiao Lan is very polite."

"She's polite?" Conan was clearly dissatisfied with Shinjo's assessment. "I've never seen anyone more violent than her."

Shinjo pulled out a silver object and pressed play, repeating the previous conversation.

"Why are you recording this? Give it back!" Conan was getting anxious. He could already imagine how terrible his fate would be if the recording reached Ran's ears.

"Are you still staying at the Mori Detective Agency? I remember calling your mom."

"Ah, Mom came back, glanced at me, and after making sure I was alright, she entrusted me to Ran," Conan said weakly. "Luckily, Ran didn't tell Uncle my identity beforehand, otherwise I would have nowhere to live."

Shinjo imagined the scene for a moment, and a smile appeared on his lips. "So, when have you decided to confront Kogoro Mouri?"

"Let's keep it a secret for as long as possible." Conan didn't know what to do.

"Don't underestimate that uncle. He just doesn't like collecting evidence. If you put all the evidence in front of him, his reasoning ability is not bad. At least he can deduce your true identity."

"Ugh, I know, it's so annoying."

The other side of the reception room

"Xiao Lan, this is some black tea that someone brought back from England. Try it." Yue Shui placed a cup of black tea in front of Xiao Lan.

"Um, Ms. Koshimizu, I have a question for you. Mr. Shinjo, did you... already know Conan's identity?" Ran hesitated for a moment, but finally asked.

"Conan's identity? What identity could Conan have? Even if he's a little smart, he's still just a child," Yue Shui said with a smile.

Seeing that Koshimizu seemed genuinely unaware, Ran Mouri had no choice but to remain silent.

written request for leave

Don't wait up today, they suddenly said they need to work the night shift.

Chapter 180 Mahjong at the Crime Scene

Soon, Shinjo and Koshimizu saw the three off. Ran and Conan were carrying a lot of things, all of which were Shinjo's treasured wines.

Watching the three figures disappear, Yue Shui said, "By the way, Ran just asked me about Conan. Is Conan the same person as Shinichi Kudo?"

"You noticed it too?"

"It wasn't me who noticed, it was Xiaolan who told me," Yue Shui said helplessly. "Why didn't you tell me about this? I was taking care of him like a child."

"You didn't ask."

Metropolitan Police Department

Inspector Megure had already changed into his summer uniform. The bomb case was nearing its end, and with the crime rate low recently, the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division was enjoying a rare lull.

Just then, the Metropolitan Police Department's phone rang. Just as Takagi was about to answer the phone, the door of the First Investigation Division was violently opened, and the person who came in was none other than the head of the First Investigation Division, Kiyomasa Matsumoto.

"Matsumoto..."

"Megure, take your men to the port immediately. Someone will guide you to the target location," Matsumoto Kiyomasa said with utmost seriousness.

"Oh, what happened? Who do I need to take with me?"

“All of them!” Matsumoto Kiyomasa sighed helplessly. “Just now, a Boeing aircraft went missing at sea. Witnesses say it crashed near the coast. Take some men over there and see if there are any survivors.”

"Isn't this the Japan Coast Guard's job?" Megure asked, somewhat puzzled.

"The passengers on this plane are all Japanese politicians, wealthy businessmen, and celebrities. They're going to attend the World Automotive Symposium!" Matsumoto Kiyomasa said through gritted teeth. "Damn Mitsubishi Motors, why did they have to charter a plane for no reason!"

He hasn't seen the video of the crash yet, but according to eyewitnesses, the plane crashed straight into the sea without any black smoke, which basically rules out the possibility of a bomb attack.

Megure immediately led his men to the docks to rush to the scene. With so many important figures dead, the Metropolitan Police Department would definitely send people to the scene.

The news quickly made headlines, and at the same time, three videos appeared in the hands of major media outlets, showing a wide-body passenger plane crashing straight into the sea inexplicably.

This air crash can basically rule out the possibility of terrorism, so it can only be attributed to mechanical failure. In an instant, the ground staff at the departure airport and Lion Air, the owner of the aircraft, were put in the spotlight.

However, at this very moment, a Lion Air employee suddenly dropped a bombshell.

The problem was that the Boeing 737 MAX involved in the accident had a design flaw. Because of this, Lion Air had asked Boeing to train its pilots, but Boeing referred to these customers as idiots in an email and refused to provide training.

Although the revelation was quickly suppressed by the major companies through public relations, it was still seen by many people. Not long after, more accidents and design flaws of the 737 MAX were exposed, and Boeing's stock price plummeted by half.

Inside the Black Organization's bar

"Pisco really finished it?" Vodka said with an incredulous look on his face.

Shouldn't a mission of this level require a dozen or so helpers and a huge commotion to complete? How come they all died?

Besides, didn't the elder brother say that Pisco is old and the organization no longer needs him? Is issuing this mission just an excuse to get rid of Pisco? He's so efficient and decisive; he's clearly a capable person and can be entrusted with important responsibilities.

Gin stared at Vodka for a long time, beginning to doubt his own judgment. How could he have chosen such an idiot to follow him around?

“This doesn’t seem like Pisco’s doing.” Gin felt a little tired. “The old man is indecisive and not very efficient.”

"Not Pisco's doing? Then someone is behind him, giving him advice? It must be that guy called Irish Wine." Vodka nodded, feeling he had grasped the truth of the matter. "No wonder Pisco went to such lengths to bring this guy to his side."

"Do you really think Irish liquor was behind this?"

“Otherwise?” Vodka replied matter-of-factly.

Gin sighed. It seemed that Vodka's intelligence was only good enough to be a driver; anything beyond that would be too much of a challenge for him.

As the lighter struck, Gin seemed to have an idea and said, "Perfect timing. That senator is dead. You can take the lead and deal with Okakura Masaaki. Make sure it's done cleanly and doesn't leave any evidence against him."

"understand!"

Meanwhile, Masaaki Okakura was on his way to the port, having just received the news.

He never expected that his boss would die, after all, his boss was a member of parliament, and the security measures were among the best in Japan.

The thought of his boss's death made him involuntarily tense; those guys would definitely not let him go. Tokyo was absolutely out of the question; he had to escape as soon as possible.

Five days later, in an office of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

"Mahjong tiles?" Matsumoto Kiyoshi stared at the information in front of him for a long time, then looked at Inspector Megure. "Is it confirmed?"

"Just like the serial murder case that happened in Osaka last time, this case should also be a serial murder case." Inspector Megure wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He had just returned from the sea and hadn't even disembarked when a white bird on the shore ran over to report to him that it was not only a major case, but also an extremely heinous serial murder case.

"Let's hold a meeting," Matsumoto Kiyomasa suddenly said.