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

"The serial home robbery and murder cases at Beihua 10-chome have been solved. The suspect was arrested the evening before yesterday. According to detective Maori Kogoro's reasoning, the family of the victim in the sixth case is suspected of instigation..."

"An explosion occurred at Nanyang University. A professor was killed. The rest of the injured have been sent to..."

"The first 'Twilight of Dynasties' art exhibition will open at the Suzuki Museum of Art, featuring exotic treasures from the last dynasties of various countries, and the governor of Osaka Prefecture will attend the opening ceremony..."

On the first floor of the Shinmika Hotel, Kazuya Miwa walked out of the hotel with his hands in his pockets, listening to the familiar sound of TV news reports.

It was already dark outside.

He turned and walked towards Rice Flower Commercial Street, avoiding the alley where he had the accident before, entered a fast food restaurant opposite the shopping mall, ordered a spicy hamburger meal with chicken wings, and sat by the window.

The view outside the window was peaceful, with pedestrians hurrying to and fro on the streets, and billboards and large screens outside shopping malls casting a layer of light and shadow on them.

Sanlun Kazuya bit his teeth and sipped Coke through a straw. The soda in this fast food restaurant did not have enough carbonation, so drinking it just satisfied his craving, which was better than nothing.

As he was about to open the burger box, his phone vibrated slightly.

[Rage: If you leave the hotel, you can go here. I have already rented a house.]

Above are the words sent by teammates, and the pictures are attached below.

Miwa Kazuya looked at the document above, paying special attention to the date and signature on the document.

The date was a year ago, and the signature was not his current pseudonym, but more like a female name - Lu Renyue Yumei.

【Gluttony: Who is this? 】

[Angry: Your grandmother. According to the setting, she was widowed at an early age, and her son settled in the United States and married another Japanese woman and had children. She moved to Tokyo from the countryside not long ago, and her grandson happened to have nowhere to stay in Japan, so she took him in. ]

【Gluttony: …】

[Gluttony: Excuse me, is this Yue Yumei Grandma... real? ]

Miwa Kazuya knew very well that Aoyagi Akiko was sometimes quite lazy and it was impossible for him to go out of his way to make his teammates' personalities more complete.

【Rage: It was my clone pretending to be me.】

"........."

Out of a strong survival instinct, Miwa Kazuya's words "Are you a cross-dresser like Kaito?" were stuck in his throat.

【Angry: Don't worry, I won't have much contact with you normally, my clone has other work. 】

Miwa Kazuya frowned.

In the public's perception, children, pregnant women and the elderly are vulnerable groups who need help and protection, so it is easier for people to let down their guard.

What was Aoyagi Akiko planning to do by disguising himself as a widowed old lady with grandchildren instead of being a normal adult male?
Sanlun Heya had a bad feeling and didn't know how to reply for a moment. He put down his phone for a moment and looked out the window.

The screen outside the shopping mall opposite was also broadcasting recent crime news, which was not the same channel as the one on the first floor of the hotel. The host was introducing the burglary.

Miwa Kazuya saw a photo of President Kawai, whom he had met a few times. The news anchor introduced his life and then talked about his tragedy.

"His only son admitted that he deliberately revealed his father's whereabouts to the prisoner... Mr. Pingdong, will such an act be brought to justice?"

The middle-aged man with curly hair and a goatee next to the anchor clasped his hands and supported his chin, and a ray of white light reflected on the round lenses.

"It's very difficult." The criminologist said sarcastically, "If it were someone else, with relatives willing to appeal again and again, plus public opinion fueling the flames, there might still be hope... But this time it happened to be his only relative who did it."

"No one in the world can help him get justice."

After seeing the subtitles clearly, Miwa Kazuya fell silent.

He slowly lowered his head, looked at the hamburger packaging, and remembered the rainy day when he ordered takeout.

……

"Good afternoon, have you had lunch?"

Some foreigners complained that flower growers always like to ask if someone has eaten when greeting them. Sanlun and Ye traveled through time together, and this habit is still engraved in their bones.

President Kawai was stunned by this greeting, shook his head and said, "I just came back from a walk and haven't eaten yet. How are you?"

"I ordered takeout and was just about to go downstairs to get it." replied Kazuya Miwa.

Upon hearing this, President Kawai hurried out of the elevator. Miwa Kazuya walked in, and when he pressed the down button, the other party suddenly spoke:

"Excuse me, Mr. Lu Ren, could you please come to my ward later?"

The president, who was about the same age as his father, hesitated and asked, "I have something to ask of you."

Miwa Kazuya was puzzled, but he still nodded: "Okay."

He quickly went downstairs to the door and saw the delivery guy waiting with his coat soaked. His resentment towards the expensive delivery fee was somewhat relieved. He thanked him, took the still warm package and went back to the fourth floor.

He thought he would just say a few words, so he didn't go back to his room to put his things away, but went straight to knock on the door of Ward 403.

"Boss, what do you need me to do?"

Sanlunhe was not an enthusiastic person, but he would not just ignore the other party and reject them directly - what if the reward was a lot?
President Kawai was the only one in the ward. He was standing by the window, originally looking at the rain outside. When he heard the voice, he turned around and looked at Miwa Kazuya. When he saw the brown hair, his expression was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Lu Ren, I searched your information last night and found that you are a newly debuted mystery novelist, and your works are very popular among young people."

The president's expression returned to calm.

Miwa Kazuya felt guilty for a moment. He coughed and said, "I have indeed published mystery works, but they are far from popular."

The president did not comment on such "humility". He hesitated for a few seconds and slowly stated his purpose.

"I wonder if you're interested in trying to write a script for a mystery game? I can pay you a higher fee than the publisher."

"The subject matter is... the perfect crime."...

"........."

Miwa Kazuya touched the packaging bag in front of him. If he talked for too long like last time, the burger would get cold and no longer taste good.

He opened the box, feeling a mix of emotions welling up in him.

In the morning in the hospital, when Edogawa Conan anesthetized Mouri Kogoro to reason, he was actually in the crowd and heard the entire process of reasoning.

He saw the man with a similar hairstyle and body shape as him go from sadness to anger, and then from anger to sarcasm, and finally become hysterical under induction, and admit in public what he had done - he had indeed deliberately killed his father.

Since Kazuya Miwa's passive skill can harmonize all horrific scenes, even if he uses his skills to blow people up, he will not have the fear or guilt of losing life.

But the situation now is different.

An old man who had communicated with him and asked him for help not long ago suddenly became an obituary in the news, which made Sanlun Heya feel similar to in real life, that "someone he knows has died."

Miwa Kazuya stared at his phone, his teammate's words reflected in his eyes again, his whole back tensed silently... but soon, his shoulders relaxed completely as if giving up.

What can he do?
He couldn't even see through or stop Kawai Koichi, who was just an ordinary person, so how could he care about that terrible teammate?

He is not a policeman and has no obligation to stop and expose evil deeds. He simply does not have the ability to do so.

It is cowardly to retreat, but it is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm. Ask those who have done something brave and then got into trouble, do they regret it? If they are given a chance to do it again, will they stand up again?
There will be nice people, but for most ordinary people the answer would definitely be no, right?
Sanluan Heya calmed down. He tried to suppress his guilty conscience and replied on his phone.

[Gluttony: Got it. I have a hotel reservation for two days, so I will go there on Thursday.]

……

After dinner, Miwa Kazuya went to look around the shops on the street, but didn't buy anything and set off back to the hotel.

He held the phone and fell into distress again.

This time, it was not his teammates that troubled him, but the publishing house.

[Congratulations on your discharge, Mr. Lu Ren. I hope your new book has made some progress. If I have time, I hope I can visit you...]

After learning that he was discharged from the hospital, the publishing house immediately urged him to submit his manuscripts.

Miwa Kazuya thought of the empty folder in his computer and scratched his hair in annoyance. Before he knew it, he had reached the intersection.

There was a red light on the other side, so he naturally stopped. At this moment, he suddenly heard someone in the crowd calling him.

"It was the big brother from that day!"

It was the voice of a little girl. Miwa Kazuya felt it sounded familiar for some reason, as if he had heard it not long ago.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a little girl wearing a headband holding another woman's hand, greeting him in the crowd, and then walking towards him.

Miwa Kazuya recognized the other person.

"Ayumi, do you know this gentleman?" the woman next to the girl asked curiously.

"Yeah." Yoshida Ayumi nodded. "Last Thursday night, Mitsuhiko Genta and I met him at the alley over there. Mitsuhiko recognized him as a mystery novelist. We wanted to go over and say hello, but suddenly we saw steel bars falling from above, so we rushed over and tackled him..."

Miwa Kazuya was stunned for a moment, and he finally understood what happened that day.

It turned out that it was the Junior Detective Team that saved him.

...Yes, this is Mihua. He did hear the child's reminder at that time, and there were several pairs of small hands pushing him to avoid.

Moreover, they are original characters who can break the player's protective aura and knock him to the ground unconscious.

"So it was you who saved me." Miwa Kazuya squatted down and thanked her, "Thank you."

Yoshida Ayumi smiled sheepishly: "It's nothing, big brother."

In real life, Sanlunhe doesn’t like children, especially naughty ones, and will try to avoid them if he encounters them.

But he didn't hate being criticized many times by Hojo Touka for being a drag, so the Boy Detective Team was never written into Kyoko.

It may be the filter brought by the blue castle, the kids in that episode are all quite reliable; or it may be that he knows the needs of a story.

The story needs to advance the plot. In real life, we can be extremely cautious in doing things, but if we watch a movie or TV show, if the protagonist is too cautious and always hides in a safe place, such a story is not readable at all.

In other words, if no one is seeking death, what is there for the audience to watch?
and……

Miwa Kazuya looked at Yoshida Ayumi.

"You are really amazing." He said sincerely, "Faced with the current crisis, not everyone dares to save people."

——Just based on this point, they are much better than him.

Miwa Kazuya looked at the smile of the little girl in front of him and sighed in his heart... Suddenly, an inspiration flashed like a flash and quickly struck his brain.

He stood up quickly, and his movement almost startled Mrs. Yoshida in front of him. He said sorry, and then looked seriously at Yoshida Ayumi who was also startled.

"Do you have the contact information of your other two friends?" Miwa Kazuya said, "If possible, I would also like to meet them and express my gratitude in person."

He finally figured out what he could write.

——The story of the young detective team!
Firstly, Hojo Touka did not write it at that time; secondly, the Junior Detective Team would not encounter major political cases, but at most ordinary criminal cases, and would not encounter harmony; finally, they were by his side, so he did not have to worry about not being able to come up with a story, and could use materials locally at any time!

Miwa and Kazuya were very happy.

He didn't see that the green light on the opposite side had already come on, and a black Porsche drove past him in a low-key manner. (End of this chapter)