Conan, I'm an actor

“Here’s what we’ll do. This time, I’ll invite Mr. Shinjo and Mr. Mori to help us solve this case. I’ll give each of them a share of the reward.” Maki took out a velvet box. “This is Kaito Kid’s target, the Sapphire Star. The three stripes on it correspond to trust, hope, and destiny.”

Xincheng took out gloves, then took out the gemstone, and then shone a flashlight on it.

"What are you looking at, Uncle Xincheng?"

“What Phantom Thief Kid is looking for is Pandora. Under the moonlight, Pandora will emit a red glow,” Shinjo said, observing the gem. “It is said that Pandora is a huge gem with the power to grant immortality.”

"But that's not moonlight."

"The flashlight that simulates moonlight is a tool created for convenience. After all, waiting for moonlight is too time-consuming." Shinjo put the gem back into the box. "Identification complete, not Pandora."

"Um, is the legend of Pandora true?" Maki asked Shinjo.

"Who knows? Maybe it's just a trick to fool children. After all, the Phantom Thief Base is also a child's place." Shinjo chuckled. "What's wrong, Miss Juri? Are you still interested in Pandora?"

"This……"

“It’s not just Phantom Thief Kid eyeing Pandora. Even if you get Pandora, you can’t protect it, and you’ll end up losing your life.” Shinjo pushed the box containing the gems back in front of Maki. “As for the reward, there’s really no need for that. I’m just Kogoro Mouri’s assistant…”

"But……"

"It's free. I just wanted to confirm something," Shinjo said to Conan. "Are you free? If you are, come over to my place."

“Okay!” Conan said immediately.

He had so many things he wanted to confirm with this guy in front of him, but he hadn't been able to because of Kogoro Mouri's house arrest. Now that he had such a good opportunity, how could he let it go?

After greeting the Mori family father and daughter, Shinjo took Conan downstairs and then took a book and a medicine box from his car and handed them to Conan.

“This is…” Conan looked at Shinjo getting into the car, completely bewildered.

“The newly developed drug is more effective than the previous one and is less likely to cause drug resistance,” Xincheng said, pointing to the book. “The key is this book. You should have learned about private jets in Hawaii. Large passenger planes have far more buttons than ordinary private jets.”

"A book?" Conan looked at the book in his hand with some confusion. The cover was made of brown leather and there was no publisher listed. It was probably internal material or a book written by Shinjo himself.

When he opened it, he was completely dumbfounded. It contained the parameters of the Boeing 747, and when he flipped through it further, he found that it was actually the Boeing 747's operating manual.

When he looked up to ask Xincheng what he meant by giving him this, Xincheng had already disappeared.

Recalling what Shinjo had said to Juri earlier, Conan's expression changed instantly, but then he thought again and felt something was off.

He and Kaito Kid were old acquaintances; although that guy was unreliable, he valued life very much.

Kidd is not the kind of villain who would kill someone to steal money. On the contrary, he has saved people many times. It is impossible for him to cause a plane crash in order to steal jewels.

The problem is, Xincheng's warning this time was very clear, practically telling him outright that this flight would crash. Who caused the crash, and how?

"Never mind, I'll finish reading this book first." Conan took a deep breath.

However, when he tried to read, he found that he couldn't concentrate at all. After learning that there was a problem with the flight, he began to consider whether or not to let Xiaolan and the others board the plane.

At this moment, Xincheng had already obtained the flight information and had Karen create fake credentials to infiltrate the ground crew. On the day of the flight, he wanted to check the plane for any problems; he didn't trust anyone else to do the checking.

Chapter 233 A New Name and Identity

In the afternoon, Karen informed him that the funds had arrived, leaving only $10 million out of the initial $6.4 billion. Shinjo transferred this money directly to Masaaki Okakura, relieving his immediate financial crisis.

News of the theater troupe receiving a notice from Kaito Kid quickly reached the Metropolitan Police Department, and almost the entire Second Investigation Division was mobilized.

The officers of the Second Investigation Division were very concerned about catching the Phantom Thief Kid.

Firstly, because Phantom Thief Kid had escaped from their grasp several times in a row, making them lose face. Secondly, since they couldn't catch him anyway, they could legitimately take it easy, and catching Kid was easier than catching a robber.

Inspector Nakamori had already begun mobilizing his men, essentially telling them that they had to catch Kid no matter what. However, apart from a few officers who were very excited, the rest of the officers looked tired and were already numb.

Officer Nakamori was extremely dissatisfied with the attitude of these officers, but he couldn't really criticize them.

Due to a series of major and serious cases, the First Investigation Division was severely understaffed, and many officers were transferred from the Second Investigation Division. The officers in front of me had all been working overtime for several days in a row; it was already quite an achievement that they were standing and listening to being reprimanded.

"Young Master, are we really going to disguise ourselves as that detective this time?" Terai Kinosuke asked with some concern. "Didn't you say that the child's relationship with Kudo Shinichi is very unusual? He might recognize you as an imposter immediately."

"It doesn't matter if he recognizes me." Kaito fixed his hair. "Anyway, we look a lot alike. If he recognizes me, he can just pinch my cheek to prove it."

"What about Ms. Ran Mouri? I heard she's really good at karate."

"Ah, don't worry, I'll try my best to avoid it." Kaito said with great confidence.

Little did he know that this might be the worst decision he had made this year; inadequate intelligence gathering could be fatal.

That evening, Shinjo returned to his villa in the port area, but this time it wasn't Koshimizu who opened the door; instead, it was a girl with flaxen hair.

"Shirley, what are you doing here?" Shinjo looked at the girl, feeling a headache coming on. "Didn't you develop a miracle drug? Why are you still using a child's appearance?"

“Even a miracle drug is still a drug; taking too much can lead to drug resistance,” Shirley said very rationally. “The main reason I came here this time is to have you create a fake identity. I asked my sister, and she said that her ID documents were made by you.”

"When I returned to the research institute this afternoon, I saw her standing at the entrance, so I brought her back," Yue Shui said somewhat awkwardly. "It seems there was a problem with the facial recognition, so she was locked out."

"You went out with your sister?"

"Yes."

"As it was originally?"

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just a kid. I know what’s important.” Shiho Miyano looked at Shinjo. “So, can we get him an ID card? Ideally, he could have the same surname as my sister…”

"No way!" Xincheng refused outright. "I can get an ID card, but I can't have the same surname as Mingmei."

"why?"

“The surname Sera is already quite rare, and you all look so much like you did before.” Shinjo shook his head. “One might be a coincidence, but two, the probability of a coincidence is too small. Besides, you can’t stay by our side. We’re a group of people that Gin is paying close attention to.”

"That……"

"Think of a name yourself, and tell me when you've decided. Then I'll arrange a foster family and a primary school entrance ceremony for you."

"What?" Shiho's face showed a look of astonishment. "I have to go to elementary school?"

"You don't have to go if you don't want to, as long as you get your sister's permission," Xincheng asked with a smile. "Do you need me to ask her for you?"

"Fine, I'll grant your request."

Half a day later, Shinjo received a text message from Shiho. Her new name was still Ai Haibara. It's unclear just how much she liked that name.

"This document, you must have prepared it a long time ago, how did you know she would choose the name Ai Haibara?" Koshimizu opened the envelope that Shinjo had placed beside him.

"It's all thanks to artificial intelligence. By using AI to build personality models and then conducting simulations, the answer can be easily obtained." Shinjo looked up at Koshimizu. "I'm going to Hakodate in a couple of days to handle a case. Do you want to come with me?"

"A case?" Yue Shui was taken aback. "I haven't taken on a case for several months, but it's not impossible."

"I have no money."

“Then I won’t go.” Yue Shui shook her head. “You must have other motives. If I go, I will only be a burden.”

“Alright, this time it might be a bit dangerous.” Shinjo stretched. “I’ll be going to the basement of the research institute in the next couple of days. If you need to find me, you can find me there about that device from last time.”

"it is good."

At night, Yuanjia

“Father, this is…” Daigo looked at the invitation and plane ticket in front of him, somewhat bewildered.

“It’s a gathering of architects, and I was originally supposed to attend.” The old man coughed. “This year, you will attend. You’ve taken a job with that company and have been out of the public eye for too long, which is not good for your network. You are, after all, an independent architect, not an employee of a company.”

"I understand, I will attend." Daigo nodded. Although he wasn't particularly fond of these old-fashioned gatherings, it wouldn't hurt to go, since there was a professional construction team overseeing the site anyway.

He glanced at the ticket in front of him: SK865, an ANA flight, departing in two days.

Two days later, in the early morning, Xincheng climbed out of the escape pod, looking exhausted.

For the past 24 hours, he has been immersed in an AI-simulated cockpit, piloting a Boeing 747. Of course, not a normal flight, but a complex scenario involving various extreme weather conditions and mechanical failures, with crashes being the most frequent occurrence—various types of crashes.

"Don't you think the scenarios you designed are too harsh?" Karen looked at New City's two dark circles. "Those are certain-death plane crashes, there's no way to pass through customs, flying those kinds of flights is just a waste of time."

"I wanted to stay calm during the crash. Your simulation was a bit lacking; I didn't feel that heart-pounding sensation. Of course, it's also possible that I knew it was a simulation." Shinjo climbed out of the game pod, holding onto the walls with both hands, but the moment he landed, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

“Your physical condition is very poor right now. It’s best to rest and recuperate for a while,” Karen said. “You should replenish your nutrition before you continue your journey.”

"I can make up for the lack of nutrition on the way. The theater troupe's opening ceremony is about to begin, and I want to see Kidd get beaten up." Shinjo picked up a piece of bread that had been prepared earlier and stuffed it into his mouth before heading straight to the underground parking garage.

Chapter 234 The Fake Shinichi Kudo

Meanwhile, Kogoro Mouri had already led the Junior Detective League to the theater entrance.

"Can we go in now?" Mitsuhiko asked excitedly.

"We still have to wait for someone." Kogoro Mouri glanced at his watch. "Strange, that guy is late."

"Didn't Dad and Uncle Xincheng agree to meet at noon? It's only a little past 11 o'clock now," Xiaolan asked, somewhat puzzled. "Why are you late?"

“That guy from Shinjo has a habit of arriving at the site early to scout it out, at least an hour in advance. No matter how detailed the scouting work is beforehand, even if he does it himself, he’ll still arrive an hour early to confirm the situation.” Mori suddenly saw a license plate in the distance and said excitedly, “It’s here, it’s over there.”

Shinjo parked his car across the street and walked over. He was taken aback when he saw the three little ones, and then looked at Conan.

Conan shrugged helplessly. The opening ceremony was still quite safe. Besides, it was Uncle Mori who invited the kids; he couldn't very well tell the three little ones not to go.

As for the SK865, he would absolutely not let the Junior Detective League kids board it. He had already spoken to Professor Agasa, and how to persuade the three kids was Professor Agasa's business.

"How's the situation now?" Shinjo, seeing Conan's helpless expression, roughly understood what was going on. He turned to Kogoro Mouri, "How's the situation now? Has the theater troupe started performing?"

"No, the stage play doesn't start until this afternoon," Kogoro Mouri said somewhat angrily. "The problem now is the flight. We and Ms. Juri both suggested changing the flight, leaving earlier or a day later, but that idiot inspector disagrees."

"The inspector you're talking about, you wouldn't happen to be Inspector Nakamori from the Second Investigation Division, would you?" Shinjo's lips twitched slightly.

“That’s him.” Kogoro Mouri said, tapping his phone to send a message. “Ms. Yaguchi replied. She’ll be out to meet us soon.”

"What flight?" Mitsuhiko immediately became interested.

“It has nothing to do with you guys,” Conan said immediately. “It’s the flight the theater troupe is taking to Hakodate. They say it’s first class, which is super expensive.”

Kogoro Mouri initially intended to tell the truth, but seeing the children's inquisitive eyes, coupled with Conan's incredibly expensive comment, he completely backed down. Even on short-haul domestic flights, first-class tickets are extremely expensive, and he wasn't generous enough to offer three children first-class accommodations.

Just then, a luxury car pulled up to the side of the road, and Sonoko hurriedly got out of the car.

"Ran, are you serious? Will Lord Kid really steal jewels on a flight?" Sonoko immediately stirred up a hornet's nest.

"Kid!" The three members of the Junior Detective League immediately showed inquiring eyes.

Ran was taken aback by Sonoko's enthusiasm. "Sonoko, calm down. That's what the notice said. But we're not sure if Kaito will even come..."

"Is it true? Conan, did Kid's notice really say that?" Mitsuhiko asked Conan excitedly.

"If the code was deciphered correctly, that should be it," Conan said somewhat helplessly. "That's why the theater troupe bought first-class tickets to prevent that guy from taking advantage of the situation."

"Which flight?" Sonoko had already taken out her phone.