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

Saturday, Tokyo.

Shibuya Crossing is known as one of the busiest intersections in the world. There are various shops and high-rise buildings on both sides. Giant advertising screens and neon lights can be seen everywhere. It is the filming location for many movies and TV series.

Even though it was drizzling, there were still many people traveling. Many people were waiting at the intersection with umbrellas, chatting with people around them while waiting for the long red light.

Several high school girls were chatting, and one of them was carrying a bag in front of her, with a furry puppy sticking its head out of the bag.

She put the umbrella on her shoulder, stroked the puppy's head, looked up at the sky and sighed: "It has been raining these past few days. It's really inconvenient to take a pet out on such a day."

Another girl holding a flight case nodded in agreement. She and her companion shared an umbrella. She raised the case in her hand and looked at the kitten inside with worry: "I don't know if it will scare it... The weather forecast is really inaccurate. If I had known it would rain after we went out, I would not have brought it with me."

The others were all very dissatisfied with the bad weather today and echoed them.

High school students don't control their voices like adults do when they speak. Someone nearby heard what they said and looked over here.

A young man with dyed hair and a frivolous manner approached and said, "Ladies, it's inconvenient to travel with pets in this weather, right? Where are you going? Do you want me to give you a ride?"

There are many people chatting up girls on the streets of Japan. The girl with the puppy on her back turned around when she heard the other person's words. When she saw the other person's dress and expression, the words of agreement were instantly stuck in her throat: "No, we are going to the International Pet Products Exhibition, which is just two blocks away."

"Pet Products Expo?" The young man who approached her was stunned.

“Yes.” The girl with the cat looked more lively. She added, “It’s held every year. More than 500 domestic and foreign companies participate. Many people who keep pets will bring their pets to have a look.”

The young man looked around and found that in addition to the girls in front of him, there were indeed many people with pets. Due to the dense crowds and the rain, they held the pets carefully in their arms.

On the streets in the distance, there were even more ribbons with slogans written on them, and under the ribbons were balls in the shape of animal heads. Workers were standing by the street lights, using ladders to hang more decorations.

"...Tsk," he cursed in a low voice in dissatisfaction, "A bunch of idiots, have nothing to do?"

Several girls heard his words and realized that he was attacking all pet owners, including them. However, because he was dressed like a gangster, they knew they couldn't afford to offend him, so no one said anything back.

Just at this moment, the green light came on, and people from four directions began to flow together. They quickly mixed in with the other crowds and walked towards the other side.

"Hey!"

The thug saw that the target of his flirting was about to leave, so he shouted from behind. There were too many people around, and his unwilling words were quickly drowned out by the sound of footsteps. The girls also disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Not far away, a man wearing a hoodie with his hood pulled up stood quietly.

He was looking at his phone until people around him started to cross the road, then he looked up. He immediately noticed the resentful expression of the thug next to him staring at a certain direction in the crowd, and his steps paused.

But soon, as if he had seen nothing, he walked in the other direction.

……

Hisatada Irino, male, 24 years old this year.

He graduated from the police academy two years ago, ranked first that year, and joined the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department in the same year. After completing secret training, he was sent by the Public Security Department to work as an undercover agent in a transnational criminal organization codenamed after a liquor store. His codename in the Public Security Department is "Matsuzuki", and this year is his second year as an undercover agent.

This organization is very dangerous. The public security department had sent out three undercover agents before him, but the identities of those predecessors who were better than him were exposed. Some of them died early, and some were forced to escape under the cover of their public security colleagues.

This time, the police sent him and another person.

The other undercover was his second classmate when he was in police academy - to be honest, he had always been curious why the public security higher-ups would send a pair of people who knew each other at the same time to be undercover in the same organization - it was said that the other party had sent back some important intelligence not long ago, and had been transferred to work under a certain important member.

Compared to him, he has achieved nothing so far.

Irino Hisatada knew he couldn't be impatient.

Being an undercover agent is a risky job. His superiors, contact persons and other police colleagues who knew his identity also repeatedly told him not to rush things and to prioritize preserving his identity and successfully infiltrating deep into the country.

But as long as he thought about his own situation and the people waiting for him, he couldn't help but feel anxious...

……

"You're here, and you're pretty fast."

Behind a busy street in Shibuya District, in a seemingly ordinary office building, a middle-aged man looked at Hisatada Irino who pushed the door open.

Irino Hisatada nodded slightly: "I came here as soon as I received the news. What work do you have today?"

The middle-aged man gestured to close the door first. After the door was closed, he looked at Irino Hisatada with a serious expression, focusing on his face.

"Today's mission is very important and requires the cooperation of the codename members to complete it."

"He's here now - remember, no matter what he asks you to do, you have to be obedient and cooperate with him. This is a big shot we can't afford to offend, you know?"

Irino Hisatada nodded again, but he didn't take it too seriously.

When he first joined the organization, he was very excited when he heard that he had to cooperate with code-named members to complete a mission, and he thought it was a good opportunity.

But after completing it several times, he realized that although they were said to be cooperating, he rarely saw those members during the mission. At most, they would send him emails or make phone calls to assign him what to do.

If you don't do well, you will be punished or killed. If you do well, it is your due and you will be given money, but there is no other reward - meeting the other party, performing well in front of the other party, and being promoted, there is no reward other than material things.

During his nearly two years of undercover work, he didn't even know many of the important members specifically mentioned by his undercover predecessors, let alone those with ordinary code names.

The middle-aged man did not hear what Hisatada Irino was thinking, and seeing that he had no objection, he picked up the intercom on the table.

After the call was connected, he said respectfully:
"Mr. Glenn, he's here." (End of this chapter)