Conan, I'm an actor

Yusaku Kudo, dressed in his disguise, walked over to Inspector John and gestured for him to come and take a look.

The two quickly arrived at the scene. Looking at the complex toy bomb in front of them, Yusaku Kudo looked troubled. He knew how to defuse bombs, but that was all; he wasn't an expert. The complexity of this bomb far exceeded his expectations.

"Ares, what's wrong?" Mrs. Gino asked.

"It's nothing, madam." Ares was also a little frantic at this moment. He didn't understand why he had encountered such bad luck, and he didn't know how to explain it to Mrs. Gino.

“It’s a bomb, Mom,” Apollo said directly into his mother’s ear. “The teddy bear that the fans brought over had a bomb on it. It’s that notorious bomber, Hades. The police are dealing with the bomb right now.”

"What do we do now?" John walked over to Yusaku Kudo. "Should we take this teddy bear with us? It's in a cloth bag; we can just stuff it with something..."

"Now that things have come to this, there is only..."

"Everyone, are you in trouble?" Just then, Shinjo, carrying a tennis bag, appeared behind everyone.

"Mr. Shinjo, what are you doing here?" Kudo Yusaku realized how stupid his question was as soon as it left his mouth.

The information they used to solve the case was all provided by this Mr. Shinjo, so it wasn't surprising that he found the victim before them. Then he thought of something else: this guy in front of him seemed to be a bomb disposal expert.

Shinjo looked at Kudo Yusaku and smiled. "If you want my help, you can do it on one condition."

"What are your conditions?" Yusaku Kudo asked seriously. "As long as the bomb can be defused, I want London..."

“He’ll play a tennis match with me,” Shinjo said with a smile. “Or the Queen of Grass will play a tennis match with me, it’s that simple. As long as you agree, I can defuse this bomb in three minutes.”

"I promise you, as long as you can defuse the bomb." Ares agreed to the man's request without any hesitation; he considered this guy one of their fans.

Chapter 295 Serving

“Mr. Kudo…” Inspector John was a little nervous. Having this unknown guy defuse the bomb… what if it exploded…

"This Mr. Shinjo is a bomb disposal expert." As if afraid that Sheriff John wouldn't understand, Yusaku Kudo went against his conscience and boasted about Shinjo's bomb disposal skills again.

"If he's really as good as you say, why would this guy challenge himself to play tennis?" Sheriff John asked, somewhat puzzled. "Is his tennis skill really that good?"

"I don't know, maybe he's a fan," Yusaku Kudo said with a slightly guilty smile.

"It's been dismantled." Xincheng tossed the teddy bear to the policeman. "It was a pretty interesting bomb, but if it were me, I'd probably put it in a metal box and make an anti-dismantling device. No, that would be too heavy and easy to spot."

Sheriff John's eyelids twitched, and he looked at Yusaku Kudo beside him, his eyes conveying the meaning that couldn't be clearer—are all Japanese bomb disposal experts like this?

"The pressure was immense when defusing the bomb, so I needed to use words to ease the tension," Yusaku Kudo could only offer as a consolation for his friend at this moment.

After handing the bomb to the officer next to him, Shinjo took out an envelope and presented it to Yusaku Kudo.

"This is……"

“The prisoner’s current clothes and appearance.” Xincheng turned to Ares. “If we still can’t catch the prisoner with this, then the London police might as well hang themselves with a noodle.”

Sheriff John wanted to ask what "hanging oneself with a noodle" meant, but Kudo Yusaku brushed him off. Looking at the photo in his hand, he immediately ordered his men to prepare for the capture of Hades.

Ares took the envelope, opened it, and found it was a challenge letter with a date and stadium information on it.

"Ares, what was that thing that old man gave you?" Apollo asked, somewhat puzzled.

“It’s a challenge, a tennis challenge,” Ares said with a smile. “Looks like he’s serious.”

"You haven't been on the court for so long, are you really alright?" Mrs. Gino asked with some concern. "After all, you used to be one of the world's top tennis players. What if you lose to an amateur..."

"I'll train hard after today's match," Ares said with a wry smile.

“Ares lost, but he still has his sister,” Apollo said nonchalantly. “That guy said he’d challenge Ares and his sister.”

“A war of attrition would be a bit unfair,” Ares suddenly thought of something. “Apollo, go tell your sister that the trouble has been resolved.”

"what?"

“The killer may have already told Minerba in some way,” Ares said, looking at Minerba on the court. “She’s playing poorly. If I’m not mistaken, she’s probably using the landing point of the tennis ball to call for help.”

"SOS?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll go tell my sister now and tell her to focus on the competition."

"Let's talk about it at halftime, or after the police catch that guy," Ares said, staring at the field. "Trust your sister, she won't lose the game so easily."

"I'll go to the family and friends section now and wait there." Apollo nodded.

Not far from them, Shinjo was toying with three tennis balls in his hand, staring at Hades in the opposite seat with a playful look in his eyes.

Finding one person among tens of thousands is difficult, but if that person keeps looking this way with binoculars, the reflection of the sun will mark him.

"Why did you want to fight that Ares? Is he a famous person?" Haibara asked Shinjo beside her.

"He was one of the top players in the world before he retired, and after retiring he became the coach of Minneapolis." Shinjo stretched his neck. "As for playing against him, I just want to see what would happen if AI computing were applied to tennis matches."

"AI, tennis?"

“Yes, by collecting data, we build a character model, and then by collecting information and performing real-time calculations, we calculate the landing point of the tennis ball and give the most suitable way to return it.” Shinjo stretched his shoulders. “I call this method data tennis.”

"Cheating so openly, it's unbelievable." Ai Haibara looked at Shinjo, who was active, and asked with some doubt, "What are you doing...?"

"Warm-up." Akemi seemed to have seen through Shinjo's plan. "Are you planning to hit that guy in the face with a tennis ball from this distance?"

“Theoretically, it’s feasible, so I’m going to give it a try.” Shinjo looked at his right hand.

This morning, when he left home, he had already adjusted his arm. Now the arm's force output has reached its maximum. With the scientific force calculation by AI, it should be able to reach the ball speed in a certain battle tennis game.

"There's almost a 200-meter gap between here and the other side. Even if this tennis ball is specially made, its power will be greatly reduced when it flies over," Ai Haibara complained helplessly. "You might as well just go to the other side..."

At this moment, Xincheng's behavior had already caused a commotion among the crowd. This was a tennis court, after all. What was this man with a tennis racket and tennis ball planning to do? Was he trying to disrupt the match?

"Honestly, I was thinking of letting you sit for a while. This move is called Big Bang, remember it well." Shinjo tossed the tennis ball into the air and swung his racket in one smooth motion.

The yellow tennis ball transformed into a beam of light and struck the hand of a man who was about to press a remote control, sending the remote control flying out of his grasp.

The London police, who had just arrived, immediately surrounded him, but the encirclement was not yet tight enough, and Hades seized the opportunity to break through. However, before he could completely escape the encirclement, he was hit in the leg by a ball again.

Xincheng scored almost without stopping, followed by a third goal after the second.

This time, however, his ball speed was noticeably reduced. Although it hit Hades, it did not cause him any real damage.

Another tennis ball struck Hades directly in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. The player who hit this ball was Minerva, who was playing in the middle of the match. As the sharp whistle blew, all the spectators' attention was drawn to the court.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shinjo slung his equipment over his left shoulder and made his escape. Ai and Akemi sighed and reluctantly followed behind him.

On the opposite side of the stands, police officers rushed forward, pinned the dazed Hades to the ground, and took him away.

The commotion in the stands drew everyone's attention, and the match was suspended. Ten minutes later, after the organizers explained the reason, the match resumed.

"Ares, who are you looking for?" Apollo asked curiously.

“It’s that guy, the guy who’s going to play against me,” Ares said seriously. “He scored the first and second goals.”

"Is that guy very strong?"

“The distance from this side of the stands to the other side is over 200 meters. At that distance, you can accurately hit the prisoner and cause him some damage.” Ares shook his head. “That guy isn’t just strong, he’s a monster, at least in terms of arm strength.”

"monster?"

“Let me put it this way,” Ares took a deep breath, “no one can win a point on his serve.”

"Huh?" Apollo said excitedly, "Then if I learn tennis from him, wouldn't I become really good?"

"Don't even think about it. To hit that kind of shot, you need strong arms," ​​Ares said with a laugh. "That requires talent, not something that training can make up for."

Just then, Mrs. Gino, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, "I heard that there's a competition between you and him."

“Yes, that’s what I promised him before.” Ares gave a wry smile. “If I had known he was so capable, I would have made some demands.”

Are you confident?

"I'm confident I won't lose badly," Ares said with a wry smile. "That kind of serve probably can't last. The speed of the ball on the third serve just now clearly dropped. I'm not good at long games, but I should be a little better than him."

A few hours later, in the parking lot near Wimbledon tennis courts

Meanwhile, Xincheng, who was being talked about, was sitting in his car, receiving an ice pack to cool his arm.

"So, the overuse of your arm necessitates treatment, which was also part of your plan?" Haibara replaced the ice pack on Shinjo.

She had already noticed something was wrong with Xincheng's arm; the surface temperature of his arm was over 50 degrees Celsius, and it only slowly decreased after applying ice. This was not the temperature a normal human arm should have.

Considering that this guy had previously mentioned having a metal skeleton inside his body, she guessed that his arm was likely a prosthetic.

Using artificial intelligence to cheat is one thing, but modifying one's own body is another. Mr. Ares, who agreed to play with him, was truly unlucky. I wonder what his expression will be when he learns the truth.

"Of course it's not in the plan," Shinjo said through gritted teeth.

His arm could easily block bullets, which came from the outside, but it was helpless against the intense internal heat. His pain receptors were sending out signals frantically, but he could do nothing but apply external cooling patches.

The medical module in the AI ​​provided two solutions for this situation: one was to wait for the body to cool down naturally, which could take several hours; the other was to replace the prosthesis. However, with the match against Ares in a couple of days, replacing the prosthesis at this time was clearly inappropriate.

"Do we need to take him to the hospital?" Mingmei asked with some concern. "He looks like he's in a lot of pain."

“In his condition, sending him to the hospital won’t help,” Haibara said, directly rejecting her sister’s suggestion.

Just then, there was a knock on the car window, and Yusaku Kudo's face was pressed against it.

"What's wrong, Mr. Novelist?" Shinjo looked out the window at Yusaku and forced a smile.

“You seem to be in some trouble. I heard you haven’t left yet, so I came to see if there’s anything I can do to help,” Yusaku Kudo said with a smile. “Right, Captain Jack Sparrow?”

Shinjo looked a little embarrassed, not expecting Kudo Yusaku to bring up old grievances at this time.

“If you really want to help, please drive my car back to our apartment,” Shinjo said. “I can’t move my hands right now.”

"Is it because of the basketball game we just played?" Yusaku Kudo keenly sensed the reason. "It's because you used a technology similar to Conan's shoes, right? I heard that those shoes can stimulate cells through electric shocks to unleash even greater power. Your arm..."

"Congratulations, you guessed right."

Cheating is wrong.

"It's not a competition."

"That's not sportsmanship."

“Mr. Jack Sparrow is a pirate, and pirates don’t have that kind of sportsmanship.”

Karen, far away in Tokyo, begins gathering the information transmitted back by the prosthetic eye module. Her mission is to rebuild Shinjo's arm. Considering the current situation, she adds a cooling module and heat dissipation device to the new arm to prevent damage to the body from the heat generated by overload.

“This is really troublesome. If we modify these modules, then the power supply to his heart area won’t be enough.” Karen looked at the design blueprints in front of her. “Should we upgrade the battery in his heart area?”

However, battery technology has not yet made a breakthrough, and upgrading battery capacity would inevitably increase the weight of the engine.

While he was thinking, the door to the control room opened, and Commander Lei followed Yue Shui in.