Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

Miwa Kazuya spent two peaceful days in the hospital.

No one came to disturb him during that period. Aoyagi Binguang came to the hospital but did not enter his ward again. The publishing house that liked to urge him to submit manuscripts only sent a general sympathy email and did not come to the hospital in person.

On Monday morning, when the nurse came to the ward, Miwa Kazuya woke up early and was packing his hospital supplies.

"Congratulations on being discharged from the hospital, Mr. Lu Ren." The friendly nurse congratulated him with a smile.

"Thank you for your care these days." Miwa Kazuya responded with a polite smile.

The nurse looked around the room. Since Miwa Kazuya was only in the hospital for a few days, he had very few things, just a small shopping bag and a few pieces of clothing, which were almost packed.

Miwa Kazuya folded the hospital gown he had worn for three days and placed it on the bed. He looked back at the simply decorated ward and suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Mr. Lu Ren?" The nurse noticed his sigh, "Do you have any other questions?"

"It's okay, I just thought about the hotel room I booked." Miwa Kazuya said helplessly, "Although I have been staying in the hospital for the past few days, I have paid every penny for the hotel room..."

Originally, he stayed in the hotel just to experience the local customs and culture of Beihua, and then find a suitable place to rent a house in Tokyo. Unexpectedly, on the first day he arrived, he was mistakenly recognized by a stupid gangster and was sent to the hospital.

Fortunately, after the misunderstanding was resolved, the hospital was peaceful and no attacks or cases occurred.

Thinking of this, Miwa Kazuya turned his head and looked outside the door, only to see that the door of the ward opposite was closed and the patient's name tag at the door had been taken down. The president was discharged safely from the hospital last night.

Even the president was able to be discharged safely from the hospital. It turns out that criminal cases are only low-probability events. The unit drama model was deliberately arranged to be filmed together to make the plot compact...

Miwa Kazuya relaxed again, and just when he was about to put away his medical examination reports from the past few days, his cell phone rang.

He took out his cell phone and found that it was the editor-in-chief of the publishing house calling, not the editor Kamio who was usually responsible for liaising with him. He felt a little surprised, but still pressed the answer button.

"I'm Lu Ren, what can I do for you?"

"Hello, Mr. Lu Ren, I'm Ishida. It's like this, Kamio was imprisoned yesterday for murder, and I will be the one to take over your connection work from now on..."

Miwa Kazuya: “……?”

Before he could react, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and another nurse in charge of that floor came in hurriedly and went straight to the nurse who was making rounds.

"Senior Shiraki, the police are here!" she said anxiously.

The nurse who was taking care of Miwa Kazuya: "Calm down, why are they here this time? A bomb? Someone was attacked and sent to the hospital? An insider was found to be reselling drugs? Which director's medical paper was plagiarized? A murder case? Or did they find out which patient is actually a wanted criminal?"

Miwa Kazuya's hand holding the phone trembled slightly. He no longer paid attention to what the editor-in-chief said. They both looked at the nurse who broke in.

"No, it's not an accident in our hospital." The nurse denied, "It was President Kawai... It is said that he was killed at home not long after he was discharged from the hospital last night. Now the police brought his son here to inquire about the situation..."

This time Sanlunhe was also completely stunned.

——What the hell, it’s only been a few days?! Why did the people he knew suddenly go down and go in? ? ?
……

Meanwhile, on the other side of Tokyo.

Aoyagi Binkou was walking in a corridor wearing a suit with an ID card hanging on his chest.

The window glass in the corridor gleamed in the sunlight. He only took a quick glance to confirm that they were all made of the strongest bulletproof material, and at least double-layered.

He walked forward, and occasionally someone looked at him with strange eyes, but when they saw the ID card he was wearing and the people around him, they quickly looked away.
"This place is not big, not as big as the British Embassy. Their area is at least three times ours, but we have more staff, and there are...oh, this must be kept secret. The underground security measures are also confidential. Don't tell anyone." "Our working hours are from 8 am to 5 pm from Monday to Friday, with a one-hour lunch break at noon. In special circumstances..."

"As for the holidays..."

Next to Aoyagi Akimitsu, Robert Otto was introducing him to the newcomer diligently, like a kind senior who was helping him get familiar with the environment.

Since Aoyagi Akimitsu arrived in Japan early, today is his first day reporting to the embassy and officially taking up his post.

Robert Otto, a former Navy SEAL and headquarters agent who had come into contact with him in last year's case, is another FBI police liaison officer sent to Japan, who arrived half a year earlier than him.

After meeting his immediate superior, he took him to familiarize himself with the internal structure of the embassy and the staff he needed to know.

"We have a long vacation. We take Japanese statutory holidays and American holidays. Plus our annual leave, it's about 40 days. If you want to take a vacation on a non-holiday, it's best to discuss it with me in advance. We have to take our vacations separately so that at least one person can be on duty..."

Robert Otto said as he led him to the fourth floor.

The FBI's office in Japan - the most visible and formal one - is on this floor.

The office is not big, but considering there are only two people, it is spacious. There are two desks facing each other, two filing cabinets next to them, and a coffee machine on a storage cabinet near the window.

Aoyagi Binguang glanced at the small TV on one of the desks: "Is it busy here?"

"not busy."

Otto sat down at the desk, turned on the TV, and picked up a mug of hot coffee. There were only a few documents on his desk.

"Our job is to make contacts, so we don't need to travel every day. If an American encounters trouble in Japan, such as disappearance, murder, or being detained as a suspect by the local police, we can decide whether to intervene based on the situation."

He took a sip of coffee and looked at the small TV in front of him, which was playing the news.

It was all sorts of ordinary homicides.

The female anchor calmly described a dismemberment case in which the murderer cut the victim into several pieces and stuffed the head into the belly to move... Otto's tone was also one of habitual calmness.

"However, this situation is rare. I don't know what has happened in Japan in recent years. The number of murders has soared, and explosions have become even more frequent. The explosions I saw in Mika are almost more than those in the Middle East... There are far fewer ordinary Americans coming to Japan to travel or settle here than a few years ago."

Aoyagi Binguang did not sit down opposite this colleague, but also turned his eyes to the small TV.

After the dismemberment case, the female anchor began to introduce another murder case involving a mystery novel editor. When the murderer spoke to the reporter and the camera, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.

Otto noticed this and looked at him strangely, then looked at the murderer on TV: "What's wrong? What's wrong with this guy?"

Aoyagi Binguang didn't expect him to be so perceptive, and explained with a smile: "This gentleman's voice is very similar to someone I know, both are very nice."

Otto looked at him in confusion, but after a few seconds chose to pass over the matter and get back to business.

“We don’t have much work on hand at the moment.”

He said this, thought for a moment and added, "By the way, when you first arrived in Japan, did you tell me that you were going to contact a wealthy businessman who stayed in Japan? How is the situation? What exactly is he going to do?"

"He planned to revise his will and asked me, his friend, to be a witness," Aoyagi Akimichi said. "Now that the revision is complete, I will no longer..."

At this moment, a ring suddenly rang, interrupting his next words. (End of this chapter)