Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Chapter 99 Someone Wants to Kill You

"Oh? Do I really need to take action myself?"

Pisco slowly wiped the old-fashioned pistol in his hand, a hint of interest in his eyes.

“There is no one more suitable than you,” Gin said.

Pisco smiled.

"It seems the organization still can't do without an old man like me."

Gin frowned; he didn't have much affection for this kind of senior-obsessed guy.

“Ahem, speaking of which, Gin, you'd better not smoke if there are elderly people here,” Pisco said.

"Whoo~"

Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, ignoring Pisco's words.

The old man has trouble distinguishing between sizes.

Gin looked coldly at Pisco and said, "Hurry up, and hopefully your body hasn't rusted yet."

“My body is still quite agile,” Pisco said. “This time, I’ll let you young people learn how the elderly move around.”

"I hope you can still pull the trigger."

……

"What? Gin wants Pisco to kill Tonguchi?"

Zhengyi received a call from Tequila at home.

Although the phone call was about murder, Masakazu showed no intention of keeping a low profile. He even grabbed Ai Haibara from the side and held her in his arms to warm his hands.

Ai struggled for a moment.

She had already heard words like Gin, Pisco, and Killer's Mouth, which was clearly not something a child should be listening to.

"At Director Sakura's memorial service?" Shoichi opened the drawer and looked through the letters inside.

We found the invitation to Director Sakamaki's memorial service.

“I remember Pisco is quite old, can he still do it?” Zheng Yi asked.

Tequila said, "For some reason, the organization has no one more suitable than Pisco."

And Pisco, that guy, really wanted to take action and prove that this old man still had considerable capabilities.

Ai, held in someone's arms, lowered her head, letting her hair cover her ears.

I heard everything the person on the other end of the phone said clearly.

This isn't content for children, is it?
Ai even wondered if Shoichi had become suspicious because of the chemicals incident and had decided to kill her.

"Should I kill Councilor Tunkou at this time? Wouldn't the public opinion be very bad for me? Wouldn't those guys think I'm the one who's going to kill someone?" Zheng Yi said.

Representative Tunkou just came to his company to discuss the project.

And the negotiations didn't go well; he was killed shortly afterward.

Zheng Yi will always be a prime suspect.

Coupled with people's prejudices, it has reached the point where detectives are no longer needed to solve the case.

Tequila said, "Indeed, but when Councilor Tunkou was suddenly embroiled in a corruption scandal, the organization was worried that he would be arrested and then reveal information about the organization, so it immediately decided to execute him."

“Really? That Councilor Tunkou was so careless. How did this scandal get exposed?” Zheng Yi said, shaking his head.

"Yes, we were too careless," Tequila chimed in.

Tequila glanced at the Justice Daily, at the news about the corrupt senator Tunkou.

Why didn't Representative Tunkou pay attention and offend that guy Shoichi?
"Alright, whatever, I don't care anymore," Zheng Yi said.

Don't worry about having too much debt.

Since we've already been misunderstood to this extent, one more won't make a difference.

Without evidence, what can anyone do to him?

Masakazu patted Ai's head and asked, "Would you like to come with me to Director Sakamaki's memorial service?"

Ai shook her head cautiously.

"If you don't want to go, then forget it," Zheng Yi said.

Ai jumped down from Shoichi's arms, sensing a hint of regret in his words.

Ai turned sideways and carefully looked at Masakazu.

Imagine a small child hearing something like "murder" and how they would react.

Zheng Yi stared blankly at her, as if waiting for her reaction.

Ai took a deep breath and said in a slightly trembling voice, "You just mentioned murder?"

“Oh, I’m talking to someone about a script, a movie script,” Zheng Yi said.

"Oh, I see." Xiao Ai nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

I believe it now, I really believe it.

Zhengyi glanced out the window: "It's so cold. I feel like it's going to snow tomorrow."

Ai quickly made an excuse to go back to her room to do her homework.

At this moment, Curaçao walked over and handed Zheng Yi a bank card.

Zheng Yi stared blankly at the card in his hand for a moment.

"What do you mean? You want to take care of me?" Zheng Yi looked at Curaçao in confusion.

When did people start trying to bribe him with money?
Has he fallen so low as to be this destitute?

“Rum asked me to give this to you,” Curaçao said.

"Rum?"

Curaçao nodded and said, "The organization will fund you to establish a research institute, and the experimental results must be shared with the organization."

"When am I going to set up a research institute?" Zheng Yi asked.

“You adopted Sherry just for that drug, didn’t you?” Curaçao said.

He crossed his hands into a cross shape, shook his head, and said:
"I adopted Shirley purely for personal reasons, okay? Why do you have to interpret every single thing I do as having a ulterior motive?"

"Isn't it?"

Curaçao looked at Zheng Yi and said, "You deliberately spread rumors about Senator Tunkou's corruption, making the organization suspect that the police were going to arrest him."

Given the organization's cautious and discreet nature, if Representative Tunkou knew something about the organization, the organization would absolutely not allow him to be caught alive by the police, then make baseless accusations, and ultimately have the organization eliminate him.

That way, without doing anything, you can kill and swallow the mouth of the politician who was preventing you from getting the Mikasa City Hall project.

"Clap clap~"

Zheng Yi clapped his hands in front of Curaçao and said, "You guessed more than I thought. I spread the news of his corruption just to annoy him."

“You wouldn’t do something so pointless,” Curaçao said. “Although I don’t understand some of your actions, the final result is always in your favor.”

Therefore, you certainly wouldn't do something without a benefit to yourself.

“But I’m only nineteen,” Zheng Yi said helplessly.

I'm still just a kid. Other kids my age are still at the amusement park playing with their girlfriends.

and I?
You've already imagined me as a 'ruthless, evil tycoon' or a 'scheming, villainous organization,' which is not something a nineteen-year-old should be burdened with.

Curaçao looked at Zheng Yi.

So what if I'm nineteen?
Gin was already killing people all over the world for the organization when he was nineteen, and Sherry had become the director of the organization's research institute when she was eighteen.

"Interpret it however you like, I can handle your misunderstanding," Zheng Yi said.

He never even considered using the organization.

“I’ll accept the money, and the experimental results can be shared with the organization.” Zheng put the card into the drawer.

Why not take free money?

As for what the final experimental results will be, Zheng Yi cannot guarantee that.

Why did you trust me so much?

Why are the footprints next to the car so messy?

"Most of the people who came here to admire it were passersby. A car like this is extremely rare."

Gin, a cigarette dangling from his lips, curled into a slight smile: "Hmm, this kind of car is quite famous."

"Cough cough!"

After Gin and Vodka drove away, Conan, who had inhaled a mouthful of exhaust fumes, covered his mouth and smiled.

well.

Gin and vodka, you can't escape this time!

Conan had just planted a listening device and a tracking device in Gin's car, so he could no longer hide Gin and Vodka's movements from him.

"What? They haven't arrived yet?"

Conan hid in Professor Agasa's car, listening intently to the sounds coming from his earphones.

"Don't worry, Representative Tunkou will appear at Beika Hotel at 6 p.m. He doesn't know that today is his memorial service."

"The important thing is that we were ordered by our superiors to silence him before the police could make contact with him. If it's something like that, you can use that drug if you want."

"Don't mess it up, Pisco."

In just a few words, Gin revealed a lot of information to Conan and kept tempting him.

The time and place of the mission were told to Conan, as well as Pisco's code name.

More importantly, Gin mentioned the drug that shrunk him.

This is too tempting for Conan.

Obtaining this medicine and using it to decipher it, thereby researching an antidote, is much simpler than starting from scratch.

"Oh no, we've been exposed!" Conan's eyes widened.

The listening devices and transmitters he installed in Gin's car were all crushed by Gin.

"Professor Agasa, take me to Beika Restaurant," Conan said.

Professor Agasa hesitated and said, "You've already been discovered, do you still want to go?"

Conan said, "I've wiped the fingerprints off, and the organization won't know that I planted the bugging device."

"And they might need to use the drug that shrinks me. Even without that drug, if it can prevent a murder, it's worth the trip."

……

“Pisco, someone might know you’re planning to kill someone at the Beika Hotel.” Gin dialed Pisco’s number.

"I don't know which side it is specifically from."

Pisco's hoarse voice came through the phone: "Gin, you're still too careless."

Gin did not refute this.

“Ahem, but even if I had noticed it beforehand, there’s nothing to worry about. I never make a mistake,” Pisco said.

"I hope so."

"Hehe, you should learn from an old senior like me."

……

Metropolitan Police Department.

After hanging up the phone, Takagi shouted to Inspector Megure, "Inspector Megure, someone called and said that someone will kill Assemblyman Tonguchi at the memorial service for Director Sakamaki at 6 o'clock today."

"What! Who called?" Inspector Megure asked.

"I don't know. That person didn't identify themselves, and they hung up the phone after they finished speaking," Takagi said.

Inspector Megure frowned, unsure whether it was a prank.

"It's better to be safe than sorry. Let's inform Representative Tonguchi," Inspector Megure said.

"Yes!"

After receiving orders from Inspector Megure, Takagi began searching for Representative Tonguchi's phone number.

Why would the person making the call conceal their identity?

"They're afraid of retaliation."

The surrounding police officers began to talk quietly.

One of the officers glanced cautiously at Sato, then whispered to his colleagues, "Do you think it's possible that Sumitomo Shoichi is the one who's going to kill Congressman Tomoguchi this time?"

"he?"

"Yes, I heard that his construction company was trying to bid for a project, but they were thwarted by Representative Tunkou."

If the murderer is Zheng Yi, then it's understandable that the person who reported the crime is afraid of retaliation.

After all, Zheng Yi was notoriously brutal.

Everything must be solved by killing.

"Ahem, let's not talk nonsense. We are police officers after all. How can we make malicious assumptions about innocent citizens?"

"Ahem, you're right, I just can't keep my mouth shut."

While the officers were whispering among themselves, Sato had already overheard their conversation.

Now, she is very sensitive to the name Zhengyi.

"Hello, Representative Tomoguchi, this is the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Hello."

Representative Tunkou was still sweating profusely.

Not long after his corruption was exposed, the Metropolitan Police Department called. Isn't that a bit too fast?

Have you found any evidence?

"Are you attending the memorial service at Beihu Hotel at 6 o'clock today?"

“That’s right,” said Representative Tunkou.

“We just received information that someone will try to kill you at the memorial service. I advise you not to go. Our police are on their way to your home to protect you,” Takagi said. Representative Tobuguchi frowned and asked, “Where did you get this information from?”

“Uh, someone who didn’t want to reveal their identity told me,” Takagi said.

Representative Tunkou paced around the room, walked to the mirror, and saw himself looking terrible.

When he thought back to the person who most wanted to kill him during this period, he could only think of Zheng Yi.

Masahiro was very dissatisfied with him regarding the Mikasa Municipal Building project.

“I’m sorry, I don’t need police protection,” said Representative Tunkou.

Are you kidding me?
Everyone in Tokyo knows that all of you in the Metropolitan Police Department are Shoichi's lackeys, and you've helped Shoichi adjudicate countless wrongful convictions.

Since the person who wanted to kill him was Masakazu, it was even less likely that he would accept the protection of the Metropolitan Police Department.

What's the difference between that and intentionally seeking death?
If he had accepted the protection of the Metropolitan Police Department, Representative Tobuguchi could already imagine his fate.

He was killed by his wife or by his son.

Heh, Zheng Yi thinks everyone knows his tricks?

“Councilor Tunkou, although the information the police received was inaccurate, but…”

"Shut up!"

Representative Tobuguchi hung up on Takagi.

At this moment, the people of the Metropolitan Police Department have been regarded as enemies by Representative Tonguchi.

The messages they delivered were all unreliable.

They won't let me go to Beika Restaurant, but I'm going anyway.

Congressman Tunkou hurriedly took out a pistol from the drawer, tucked it into his waistband, and left home.

The Metropolitan Police Department told him to stay at home, which meant that the assassins sent by Zheng Yi were coming to his house to kill him.

I can no longer stay in this house.

……

At the Metropolitan Police Department, Takagi stared blankly at the phone.

Did you hang up immediately?

He scratched his head and walked towards Inspector Megure, saying, "Inspector Megure, Councilor Tobuguchi said he doesn't need police protection and hung up the phone."

"What? Isn't he worried at all that someone wants to kill him?" Inspector Megure said, frowning.

Having been a police officer for so long, this was the first time Inspector Megure had encountered such a situation.

We've encountered fake threats before, but the people involved were always terrified and had to seek help from the police.

Takagi said, "I feel that this Congressman, Tonguchi, probably guessed who wanted to kill him, so he doesn't really trust the police."

"Who wants to kill him? Does he think the police will protect the murderer, or even cooperate with the murderer to kill him?" Inspector Megure said with dissatisfaction.

What do they take the Metropolitan Police Department for?

Even though they may lack ability, at least they uphold justice, right?

"Ahem." Takagi coughed and looked at Sato, who had no expression.

Inspector Megure was taken aback.

Could it be that the guy who wanted to kill Senator Tonguchi was Shoichi?

While Inspector Megure remained silent, Inspector Sato was already packing his gear and preparing to leave.

Sato has become increasingly silent since some point in time, and he also has little desire to communicate with his colleagues.

He simply worked quietly as a police officer and quietly solved cases.

Perhaps it was when the Metropolitan Police Department became a lackey of the Japanese government that it became like this.

"Ahem, everyone get ready, we're heading to Beika Restaurant," Inspector Megure said sternly.

The Metropolitan Police Department is in a very bad situation right now.

There's no need to elaborate on public opinion.

Not only did the man about to be murdered not trust the Metropolitan Police Department, but even within the department itself, there were doubts about whether what they were upholding was justice or righteousness.

Inspector Megure put on his hat.

This time, we must protect Representative Tunkou and wash away the label of being a lackey of Zheng Yi.

……

"Conan?"

"Hmm? Brother Zhengyi?"

"Conan, what are you doing here sneaking around like this?" Zheng Yi was wearing a black suit and holding a red handkerchief in his hand.

Conan scratched his head and said, "I saw that it was very lively here, so I came to take a look out of curiosity."

"There's nothing lively here; it's someone else's memorial service," Zheng Yi said.

He opened the door and said to Conan, "Want to come in with me? You seem to have a strange 'liking' for dead people."

“Okay,” Conan said.

However, he didn't have a strange 'liking' for the dead; rather, he preferred the pursuit of the truth.

Zheng Yi arrived at the memorial service with his own personal weapon.

Although the organization issued a kill order against Senator Tunkou.

But Zheng Yi was still worried about Pisco's abilities; bringing Death along might increase his chances of success.

After bringing Conan in, Masahiro said to him, "You can go around and explore on your own. You don't have to follow me all the time."

"really?"

“Of course, I never suppress a child’s curiosity,” Zheng Yi said with a smile.

Conan's eyes lit up when he heard that.

He has never received such treatment before.

Before, no matter who he was with, I would always tell him not to run around and to stay quietly to the side.

Only the correct one is different.

“Go ahead, it’ll be boring staying with me,” Zheng Yi said.

"Then I'm going to play over there." Conan pointed to the place where the pastries were kept, and after seeing Masaki nod, Conan ran over with his short legs.

Zheng Yi took the juice handed to him by the waiter and took a small sip.

The power of death should not be limited.

After Conan ran away, Masakazu looked around at the people in the arena with boredom.

Pisco was the only member of his organization present, and neither Zheng Yi nor the old man seemed inclined to communicate.

The spot where Zheng Yi was standing seemed to have become a barrier; no one dared to go up and greet him, and everyone involuntarily avoided him.

"Mr. Zhengyi, I didn't expect you to attend Director Jiuqian's funeral."

"Yoko?"

Yoko Okiya walked over, smiling, and said, "I just watched your movie yesterday, it was fantastic."

While watching the movie, she thought of her ex-boyfriend who had died in her house.

At that moment, the fear in my heart reached its peak.

“Really? Seeing how well everyone’s response has been, I’m already planning to film a sequel,” Zheng Yi said.

"A sequel?" Yoko Okino unconsciously wiped away non-existent cold sweat.

Should we still draw inspiration from reality?
While Conan was wandering around the memorial service, he also saw a guy surrounded by reporters near the left entrance.

His brows furrowed unconsciously.

Didn't we already tell the police that someone was going to kill him at the Beika Hotel? How come he's still here?
Representative Tunkou was dealing with reporters: "The reports about my corruption are all false; there is no evidence whatsoever."

"The first news to break about my embezzlement came from the Justice Daily. As everyone knows, this is a newspaper without any integrity or bottom line."

“I will definitely sue this newspaper.”

No matter how the congressman tried to explain, the group of reporters relentlessly pursued him.

At that moment, Inspector Megure arrived with a group of police officers.

This made the reporters' eyes light up, and they started taking pictures of them, the flashes so bright they could barely open their eyes.

"Inspector Megure, are you here to arrest Representative Tonguchi?"

Inspector Megure told the reporter, "No, we have other matters to discuss with Representative Tonguchi."

Police officers began separating the councilor and reporters.

Inspector Megure said, "Didn't we warn you that someone was going to harm you at the memorial service? Why did you come here?"

Isn't it because I don't trust you?

Representative Tunkou said, "Since someone wants to kill me, it doesn't matter where I hide. There are many people here, so they might not be able to make a move."

“The person who wants to kill you has definitely already made arrangements at the memorial service. You are in great danger here,” Inspector Megure said.

“Officer, I won’t joke with my life!” said Councilor Tunkou.

Besides Zheng Yi, who else would kill him?
Representative Tunkou glanced at Zheng Yi, who was chatting with a female idol. Was this guy really here to admire his face when he died?
Inspector Megure said with a headache, "Then you'll stay with us and don't wander off. We'll protect you."

"understood."

It's dangerous enough for me to be around you.

Representative Tunkou clearly didn't trust these police officers.

Those who regularly read newspapers know that the police have always been labeled as incompetent, and only recently have they acquired another label—'Zhengyi's lackeys'.

How could he feel at ease with a police department like that?
Representative Tunkou knew that Shoichi held absolute power in Tokyo, and that he was no match for Shoichi in terms of official authority.

Even if Zheng Yi killed him, it could only be considered an accident or suicide.

To be even more ruthless, his killer would be one of his own family members.

But he was not without hope of survival.

He's gotten involved with a mysterious force that wields considerable influence in Japan. Even if they can't defeat Zhengyi, protecting his life shouldn't be a problem.

The previous organization was mysterious, low-key, and cautious, and they didn't pay any attention to him.

Today, I finally decided to meet Director Sakamaki at his memorial service.

The police are unreliable; I can only rely on this organization to save my life.

Zhengyi also glanced in the direction of Representative Tunkou.

He is now not only protected by the police, but Conan has also prepared a tranquilizer watch to deliver a heavy blow to the troublemakers.

"Mr. Shoichi, are you looking at Representative Tonguchi?" Yoko Okino asked.

"Oh, I was just curious because so many police officers were around," Zheng Yi said.

"police?"

Yoko Okino also saw Inspector Megure, who was dressed in civilian clothes.

Her eyelids twitched, and her bad premonition grew stronger.

The simultaneous appearance of Shoichi and the police suggests something bad is about to happen. Where is Kogoro Mouri? Hasn't he arrived yet?
"Now, let's enjoy these slides that Director Sakamaki kept personally, which were not made public during his lifetime."

After the host finished speaking, the lights in the memorial service room went out, leaving only the area where the slides were being shown illuminated.

In the darkness, things became somewhat chaotic.

"Where's Representative Tobukuro?" Sato was the first to react.

"Wasn't he just here? Go find him." Inspector Megure said.

"Yes!"

Police officers dispersed to various locations at the memorial service to begin searching for the missing persons.

Before going to find the person, Sato gave Inspector Megure a deep look.

Just now, Representative Tonguchi was closest to Inspector Megure. Did Inspector Megure really not notice that Representative Tonguchi had left?

Conan also begins searching for people.

However, the scene was large and very dark, and finding Senator Tunkou among a group of people dressed in black in the dark was not an easy task.

On Shoichi's side, Yoko Okino also quietly approached him.

The sudden darkness made Yoko Okino feel extremely insecure, as if something dangerous might appear at any moment.

Only when Zheng Yi is by her side can she feel a sense of security.

Once I get close to Zheng Yi, I shouldn't get accidentally hurt, right?

Yoko Okiya is getting closer and closer to Shoichi.

When it gets dark, the assassin might make a mistake, but even if the error is large, it won't threaten Zheng Yi's position.

Zheng Yi slightly turned his neck, looking at the woman who was almost pressed against him.

Are you so timid?

"Now, let's continue to enjoy... Oh dear, no matter how precious this photo is, you can't capture it with a flash."

"Hahaha."

The host's humor made the guests laugh, including Zheng Yi, although Zheng Yi wasn't laughing at the same thing as them.

Yoko Okino felt a little scared when she heard Masaichi's laughter.

"Whoosh~"

Shoichi suddenly turned to Yoko Okino and asked, "Did you hear anything?"

"what?"

"Clang!"

"Turn on the lights right now!" Inspector Megure shouted.

After the lights were turned on at the memorial service, people discovered that the congressman, Tunkou, had been trapped under an art lamp.

(End of this chapter)