Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"There should be CCTV footage inside the hotel, right?"

Bruce frowned and asked the dark-faced police officer.

This hotel is quite large, with dozens of floors, yet it doesn't even have a single security camera?
Wait a minute, after I got out of the elevator, I clearly saw someone in the corner.

"The surveillance cameras in the corridor just happened to malfunction and didn't capture those two hours of footage," Officer Takagi explained, then gestured for the bearded man to get dressed before questioning him.

After getting dressed, Bruce followed the police to the empty room next door.

Before him, two other tenants were already waiting to be questioned.

There were only three guests on the entire thirteenth floor who did not have alibis.

"Inspector Megure, this person just got off the plane today and doesn't know the deceased. He shouldn't be a suspect, right?"

A man with a small mustache walked up to the side and asked the fat man in the orange clothes.

"..."

Bruce nodded repeatedly at the mustache's words.

Friend, you are a reasonable person!
"Brother Mori, we should ask him first," Inspector Megure said with a light cough.

There have been quite a few crimes committed by foreigners recently, and the Metropolitan Police Department is still investigating them these past few days.

Besides, have you forgotten about Pramia? She seemed perfectly normal, but she turned out to be an extremely ruthless killer.

“Yes, Uncle, you forgot? Today’s newspaper reported on a case of hiring someone to commit murder.” A bespectacled kid grabbed the mustachioed man’s trouser leg and reminded him.

This little kid looks like he's still in elementary school. He seems smart, but he's also a bit annoying. Why not just go along with what the mustachioed man says?

"Paid to kill someone?"

Uncle Mori looked the bearded man up and down.

He was about the same age as me, a little over 1.8 meters tall, not very muscular, and had clear eyes. He didn't look like an assassin at all.

"Officer, I just got off the plane today and haven't left the room since. I have no idea what's going on."

Bruce spoke up to defend himself.

This is truly an undeserved disaster, and even a bit of a misfortune.

"I'm sorry, but please cooperate with our investigation." Inspector Megure said helplessly.

The surveillance system is broken, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

"Okay, okay, please hurry up." Bruce waved his hand and said impatiently.

The subsequent investigation proceeded smoothly for the police.

That man with the mustache turned out to be a detective.

It's the sleeping detective I heard about on the radio, Kogoro Mouri.

He has very unique insights into cases.

Bruce felt a bit out of touch.

And that elementary school student, I don't know why he was able to run around the crime scene. Are the police blind?
Finally, just as Bruce was filled with curiosity about what the "Sleeping Detective" meant,

In the blink of an eye.

Kogoro Mouri suddenly shouted, and then swayed as he sat down in the chair.

"what happened?"

Bruce frowned and asked.

He suddenly sensed that the mustachioed man's demeanor had changed. Sitting in the chair with his eyes closed, he appeared profound, elegant, and quite charismatic.

“Mr. Bruce, I’m fine, don’t worry.”

It's ventriloquism!
And very professional.

Bruce's eyes narrowed slightly, wondering why he did this.

Do detectives really need to resort to such gimmicks when solving cases?

"Inspector Megure, please bring the other two suspects here as well. Also, Inspector Takagi, please do as I say..."

Conan hid in the corner, glanced at Mr. Bruce, and moved slightly to give instructions.

This foreign man seems a bit strange. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but luckily he brought a megaphone with him.

"No problem, Mori-kun!"

Inspector Megure, naturally, listened to his sleeping friend Mori without question. Simply put, he was reliable!

The next segment was quite simple: Officer Takagi was in charge of the demonstration, Mr. Kogoro Mouri was in charge of the reasoning, and Fatty Tachibana was in charge of the straight man's jokes.

Bruce nodded repeatedly as he listened.

It's a great mystery show, and very entertaining; it's good enough to be performed on stage.

He is indeed a legendary assassin, but he also watches TV shows occasionally.

This play is absolutely on par with any other, and of course, its most important quality is its authenticity.

The case is closed, the perpetrator sheds bitter tears, and has reasons to seek revenge.

Bruce sneered inwardly.

If I were to do it myself, I could handle it without anyone noticing.

"Mr. Bruce, I'm sorry to bother you." Inspector Megure personally handcuffed the suspect, then turned to smile at the foreign friend and said.

A young police officer was translating the conversation.

"It's nothing, I've just learned a lot."

"I met the legendary sleeping detective." Bruce shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.

"Mr. Bruce, what country are you from?" Conan asked, looking up from the side.

"I'm British, and I'm here on a trip," Bruce said with a smile, revealing his false identity.

"So what do you do for a living?" Conan stopped the police officer who was translating and continued to ask.

"..."

“The IT industry, you know…” Bruce used some expertise to deal with it.

He noticed that the child was staring at his own palm.

This is a place where it's easy to expose a flaw.

Whether you practice with a gun or a knife, you will leave traces.

However, I am not that kind of mediocre person.

Ha ha.

Bruce generously opened his palms.

"Hey, kid, are you coming or not!" Uncle Mori shouted, yawning.

Aren't you leaving? Are you going to stay here and sleep?

Seriously, I was just helping someone find someone, and now I've gotten myself into another case. I wonder what those guys at the Metropolitan Police Department will say next.

Oh well, let him be a plague god...

Bruce watched as the now-unrefined mustachioed detective left with the child, then frowned and returned to his room.

This is strange.

The people here are also strange.

That child had an unusually keen and targeted ability to observe.

As for that mustachioed guy who solved the case while sleeping...

What the hell is this...?

After thinking for a moment, Bruce opened his laptop and began searching, while also sending emails to summon his accomplices.

We need to find someone to handle the arms dealing and intelligence gathering, so we need to find a top-notch hacker.

It's not difficult for a legendary assassin.

It's just a matter of one phone call!

Bruce received an affirmative reply shortly after the message was sent.

He's a top-tier brand, and there are plenty of people who want to make money from him.

"Alright, now it's time to let that organization do its work."

Bruce sent a message to the Black Organization's contact. (End of Chapter)