He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

Xiao Lan picked up the mask beside her and waved it at Ying Sheng. It was a beautifully painted blue and white mask of a Venetian queen.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

"Of course, this thing can only fool NPCs who are unaware of our existence. Suspicious people can guess it just by looking at our figure and hairstyle. The mask is not that important."

Ying Sheng started the vehicle, initially moving slowly before accelerating after leaving the street.

"Eh?"

Xiaolan touched her hair, that super recognizable angel haircut, and hesitated for two seconds:

Should I get a new hairstyle?

“There’s no need. If it comes down to close combat, and you don’t want your identity to be exposed, the other person will only die. By the way, try speaking to me in a different voice.”

"Cough cough cough-"

Xiao Lan cleared her throat and said in a hoarse voice, "Tian Shu, I will do my best, but I hope that we will not have to resort to silencing them."

“I tried my best, Alice, but your voice disguise is really not good. Anyone can tell it’s a young girl. Like the mask, it can only fool strangers and NPCs. It will be exposed immediately when you are with people you know.”

"Oh, but you're the same."

"Yes, I don't know how to change my voice either, which is really frustrating."

In Ying Sheng's previous life, voice and appearance alteration could be achieved simply by using data. He had a high citizenship level and Xuan Tian behind him, so even if he needed to change his appearance when carrying out missions, he never needed to use the primitive methods of natural humans.

In fact, he didn't have any biological organs like an Adam's apple or trachea to change his voice back then.

"We still need to rely on technology," Ying Sheng said.

He had actually searched for many voice changers online, but most of them only changed to female voices and couldn't be adjusted in real time or quickly cloned other people's voices. They weren't even miniaturized, which was quite inconvenient.

"I feel that this shouldn't be too difficult for professionals, but I really can't find anyone right now. Xiao Lan, do you know anyone?"

"Professionals...scientists..."

Ran thought for only two seconds before her eyes lit up: "Shinichi's neighbor, Professor Agasa, is a very amazing inventor. Hmm... although he always causes explosions and seems quite unreliable, my mom really approves of his professionalism as a scientist."

Ying Sheng laughed and said, "Making an explosion is nothing. Isn't the Nobel Prize the award for explosives? Besides, exploring in known directions won't lead to so many accidents. If he keeps causing explosions, then he must be very innovative in his research and development, unless he's extremely careless."

Xiao Lan said thoughtfully, "When I went to his house to play when I was little, he would indeed introduce some very strange things, um... very imaginative."

"for example?"

"For example, the bamboo copter in Doraemon can lift people, but it can lift a Kamen Rider model. However, its directional control is very problematic, and it ended up hitting an electric fan. There's also the remote-controlled soccer ball, which can be controlled with a controller. He originally wanted to give it to Shinichi, but he was looked down upon."

"Um……"

Ying Sheng shook his head and said, "If it's only at this level, we can't tell anything."

The first key point is power and battery life, but you say it collided with an electric fan, which cannot be verified;

The second key point is orientation recognition. A soccer ball is a rolling sphere, unlike a remote-controlled airplane which has clear front, back, left, and right directions. Considering that the operator will also run around on the soccer field, to achieve this kind of real-time spatial orientation recognition with an extremely high refresh rate, that Dr. Agasa could practically build a radar. But unfortunately, you didn't use it and can't verify it.

And besides that, there's another question: he sends Kudo soccer balls; are they on good terms?

Ran nodded: "Of course, they are neighbors. Shinichi often goes to his place. I live a bit further away and I'm not very interested in those things. I rarely go alone except when I'm with Shinichi."

"In that case, would he make things for anonymous people?" Hotaru asked. "After all, it would be too suspicious if a detective like Kudo knew that we made a voice changer."

"I'm sorry, I'm not very clear on this."

"That's normal. He's a mad scientist, after all. Aside from people who are extremely curious and know him well, most people would probably keep a polite distance. I'll have someone visit him tomorrow. If he had a voice changer, things would be much simpler."

"……Feel sorry."

"I already said it's nothing..."

dong dong dong——!

A knock suddenly came from the speakerphone of Ying Sheng's phone, which was on the passenger seat. He immediately pulled over and handed the phone to Xiao Lan.

"Now it's my turn to apologize to you. Remember what I told you before? Your breathing should be a little rapid, but don't do it too deliberately."

Xiaolan's cheeks immediately flushed red. She nodded and took the phone, and only after another, louder knock came from the other end did she press the receiver.

"Who?!"

"Excuse me, I have something very important to ask of you, Mr. Mori."

The man opposite sounded rather embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, my father is injured and hospitalized, and he will be unable to accept cases for the next month. Please find another agency."

"Oh, is something wrong? Your breathing seems a little rapid."

Xiaolan covered the microphone, took two deep breaths to stop her deliberately feigned rapid breathing, and then released the microphone:

"It's nothing. If you don't know who to hire, I recommend Amuro Detective Agency. They are very efficient."

"Is it really nothing?"

"Thank you for your concern. If your request is complicated, would you like me to call the police for you?"

"Um...no need, sorry to bother you."

Conversation ends.

On the surface, everything seemed calm and peaceful.

Chapter 203 Xiaolan's Natural and Superb Acting Skills

"Will this really work? What if they sneak in?"

Xiaolan turned off the microphone, her face still flushed, but she had already gotten back to business and asked somewhat nervously.

Ying Sheng chuckled: "They'll guess I'm there. What do you think my reaction would be if I were doing 'that' with you and we bumped into a burglar breaking in?"

"Hmm... he's going to die?"

"Of course not in front of you, but who knows at other times. Besides, they only suspect me now, there's no need to make things so tense."

Xiaolan was still a little worried: "They can find other people to be the thieves. Anyway, if you really are just an outsider, you probably won't investigate deeply when you encounter a thief. If you do investigate, it means there's a problem."

"That's right, so I left an automatic knockout device there. If someone actually goes up to the third floor, he will faint immediately and be thrown out the window onto the street."

"Huh? There's such a device? When did you set it up?"

Ying Sheng chuckled: "What do you think? Anyway, when that happens, remember to turn on the no-questions-asked feature and ask 'What happened?' I'll reply 'Nothing, just a cockroach.' Then wait a while, and you'll probably get a call. Guess who it is?"

Ran thought for two seconds and said, "It's still Miss Aida."

About five minutes later, a faint sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from the Mori Detective Agency. Ran and Hotaru said their lines and continued driving. About five minutes later, Hotaru's cell phone rang.

To avoid any discrepancies with the Mori Detective Agency, Hotaru drove into a quiet alley and waited until the phone rang for the second time before answering.

"Hello, Ms. Aida, is there anything I can help you with?"

Ying Sheng's tone was calm, no different from usual.

"Mr. Mori called me again and said..."

"If it's just a small matter, can't he handle it himself? Can't you handle it yourself? Ms. Aida, you are Mr. Mori's doctor, not a nanny. He is an adult, not a baby, okay?"

Yingsheng interrupted him in a rather cold tone.

There was no response on the other end of the phone. He sighed softly, "Sorry, is there anything else?"

Beep beep—beep!

A car horn honked as it passed by on the other end of the phone. Ying Sheng had anticipated this, so he turned the speakerphone on his other phone to maximum and held it a little closer.

After waiting for two seconds, Aida Masayo hesitated before speaking: "It's not about dinner. It's about a document from the hospital that requires a guardian's signature. Could you please go there, Ms. Ran?"

"Aren't you his guardian? Didn't you sign an agreement with the police?"

"I'm still at the research institute and can't leave."

"Still there? Is it about that bombing? Miss Aida, you haven't gotten yourself into any trouble, have you?"

"Mr. Kurosawa said it was just to be on the safe side, and that nothing would happen, but I won't be able to leave until later."

"Oh, have you eaten?"

"Um... I've already eaten. As for Mr. Mori's..."

“What documents absolutely need to be signed immediately? We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Ran’s busy right now. That’s all… What? Tsk.” Hotaru handed the phone to Ran. “Ms. Aida, to prevent you from harassing Ran with phone calls again, she has something to say to you.”

Ran answered the phone: "I'm sorry, Ms. Aida, I can't leave right now. Let's talk about Dad tomorrow."

Following Ying Sheng's instructions, she deliberately suppressed her tone to a calm and even state.

But the implied meaning in those words was so shameful that her voice still sounded inexplicably weak.

Ying Sheng silently gave her a thumbs up; her acting skills were truly top-notch.

"Ms. Aida, I have something to ask you." Hotaru took back her phone. "You didn't call me the other day. This is a little unusual."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Ying Sheng paused for two seconds, then lowered his voice and whispered:

"Did they give you a hard time?"

"No, I'm just... a little nervous."

"Something's not right. You're not on speakerphone, are you? Is someone watching you? Officer, are you there? Can I help with the bombing investigation or anything?"

“Mr. Shuiyue, you’re overthinking it. There’s really no one here. It’s just… well, you know what? They were illegally possessing guns. I was really quite frightened.”

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll give you emotional compensation. Also, please don't call again, okay?"

"Ok."

The phone hangs up.

In the reception room of the Aoyama Pharmaceutical Research Institute, which resembled a private cinema, Masayo Aida watched as his phone on the coffee table ended a call and returned to the home screen. He didn't touch it, but simply straightened his slightly forward-leaning body, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the man on the other sofa.

He was well-built, dressed in a black suit and top hat, and even wore sunglasses late at night. His fingers tapped incessantly on the sofa armrest.

Based on the most basic judgment of a psychological counselor, Masayo Aida felt that this person who called himself Kurosawa was currently quite uneasy.

“Fight back,” Vodka said.

"it is good."