Conan, I'm an actor

That night

Irish liquor knocked directly on Pisco's door and handed him a tablet.

Pisco looked at the contents of the tablet with a somewhat surprised expression. "When did this happen? Don't aviation accident investigation reports take several years, or even more than a decade?"

"Just tonight," Ireland said, frowning. "Major websites and media outlets are reporting it, saying it's an email leak by a Boeing employee."

“What a joke, email management at such a big company is very strict…” Pisco picked up the tablet, but stopped mid-sentence.

The news on the tablet was about the design flaws of Boeing passenger planes and the data analysis report extracted from the black boxes of the crashed plane.

The flight data from the black box showed that the sensors had indeed malfunctioned, and the computer program had begun to intervene in the piloting process, conflicting with human piloting behavior.

If that were all, it wouldn't be enough to prove that the previous air crash was caused by a defect in the aircraft. However, along with this data, an internal investigation report from Boeing was also released.

In its report, Boeing's investigation team almost definitively concluded that the crash was caused by a design flaw in the aircraft.

"Is that all?" Pisco asked, frowning.

This is a good thing for him. Last time, he wiped out a plane full of dignitaries. Although he wasn't primarily responsible, he still faced pressure and criticism from all sides. Now, he's gone from being an outsider to a victim. He'll likely face less disdain when he goes to places frequented by celebrities.

“There’s also a Japan Airlines investigation report, and records of bribery involving some officials,” Ireland said in a low voice.

Is there any connection between these two things?

“At the time, Japan Airlines had already received news of the design flaw, so they sent professionals to investigate, and the investigation results proved that there was indeed a flaw.” Irish Wine swallowed. “According to the normal procedure, the purchase of the aircraft should have been stopped, but after Boeing and some officials negotiated, the plan to purchase the aircraft was restarted.”

Pisco opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

He didn't believe in such coincidences; Boeing had just been exposed for design flaws, and now it was revealed that officials had accepted bribes from Boeing. It was clearly a setup by someone to bring down those officials.

“I think it’s very likely that Miss Karen was behind this,” Irish Wine said. “I’ve already investigated who posted the information, but I haven’t found anything, not even the IP address.”

“There’s no need to investigate this further, it’s in our best interest anyway.” Pisco stretched. “I’m going back to sleep now, call me if you need anything.”

“Okay.” Ireland nodded.

Looking at the closed door, a worried expression appeared on his face. Could Pisco really handle those guys? Those guys in the organization were ruthless, but these guys from Cognac weren't much better.

He tried to persuade Pisco to leave himself a way out, but Pisco consistently refused.

In his words, this was a sign of disloyalty. Now, he had no choice but to follow Xincheng to the bitter end, hoping that Xincheng would spare his life out of consideration for his remaining value and unwavering loyalty.

Irishman scratched his head in frustration. He wanted to help Pisco get out of this mess, but couldn't think of any effective way to do so.

Just then, two beams of light appeared in the distant sky; they were the flames of liquid fuel being ejected, indicating that someone had returned.

Xincheng sat inside the Flying Swallow 2 and slowly landed it on the tarmac.

Conan was the first to get off the plane, followed by Narumi carrying Curaçao off.

At that moment, Curaçao had a high fever and was delirious. Her condition deteriorated rapidly after boarding the plane, possibly because her wounds were exposed to seawater during the boarding process.

As soon as he got his footing, Chengshi started looking for help, but Karen told him that apart from Pisco and Irish Wine, who were recuperating there, there was no one else in the entire base.

"Is it for surgery?" Shinjo jumped off the plane.

“Surgery is necessary as soon as possible.” Cheng Shi nodded. “In the worst-case scenario, amputation may be necessary.”

"Is it that serious?" Shinjo used his prosthetic eye to scan Curaçao's arm. The treatment plan given by the prosthetic eye was still conservative treatment, and there was no option for amputation.

“It wasn’t originally that serious, but her physical condition is very poor, and her immunity is very low in this situation,” Cheng Shi said with some helplessness. “There might be some unexpected situations.”

"I'll be your assistant." Shinjo took off his headset and tossed it to Conan.

"What is this?" Conan asked, looking at the Bluetooth earphone in his hand with some confusion.

"Wear this on your ear, and someone inside will guide you to where you are. If you can't find your way, just stay here until we're done and come back to pick you up." After saying this, Shinjo followed Chengshi and took the person to the operating room inside the base.

Watching Shinjo's disappearing figure, Conan helplessly put the earphones into his ears, and soon he heard a synthesized electronic voice.

Following the instructions, he quickly found a metal door. Just as he was wondering how to open it, the metal door in front of him opened on its own.

Although it wasn't his first time here, he was still deeply moved every time he saw such a scene.

Conan didn't rush in. He stood at the door and looked around, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find a place to enter a password or insert a key. The door must be opened remotely.

Karen, hiding behind the camera, watched Conan searching for the keyhole, somewhat speechless. However, she was currently playing the role of an NPC guiding the way, and although she desperately wanted to tell him to stop looking, she could only hold back.

After another ten minutes or so, Conan finally entered the base and quickly made his way to the lounge through the internal passageway.

Following the clues, he found bedding and food.

"By the way, Mr. Shinjo said you're a human, what's going on?" Conan asked, somewhat puzzled.

“I am artificial intelligence, and I can easily simulate human behavior.” Karen’s voice returned to its original tone. “What you should do now is sleep and get some rest.”

"Oh." Conan knew about Hiroki's situation and that Shinjo had rescued him, so he wasn't surprised.

Operating room

Cheng Shi had already cut open Curaçao's arm and removed a total of four bullets from it. These bullets had been inside Curaçao's arm for months, or even years.

Shinjo frowned upon seeing this. He hadn't expected Curaçao to have so many bullets inside her body. He had thought the wounds were minor because they appeared to be penetrating.

"Can she still save her hand?" Shinjo asked, frowning.

"I don't know. All I can do now is remove all the bullets inside." Cheng Shi looked at Xin Cheng, hesitant to speak.

"Just say what you want to say, don't be so wishy-washy."

“If you used the technique on her arm, you might be able to save it,” Cheng Shi said in a low voice. “Right now, at most you can save her arm, but it’s impossible for her to be able to scale walls like before.”

Shinjo raised an eyebrow. It wasn't that he was unwilling to use the new technology on Curaçao; it was just that after using the alloy skeleton, she would have to take rejection medication for life. As the first user, he knew all too well how troublesome that was.

"Let's finish the surgery first. As for whether to use new technologies, let her decide for herself after she wakes up. We have no right to make decisions for her."

Hearing Shinjo say that, Chengshi could only bury himself in the operation. After half an hour of work, he removed two more bullets from Curaçao's arm. There was another bullet that was too close to a nerve, so Chengshi didn't dare to touch it.

"How many bullets did she block with that arm?" Shinjo asked, frowning. "Luckily, they were all copper-headed bullets, not copper-plated bullets."

"The X-ray results were even more frightening." Cheng Shi began the suturing work. "I don't know how she's survived until now."

"Let me see the X-ray later, and I'll see if I can come up with a rescue plan for her," Xincheng said, stroking his chin.

Curaçao is very useful, and he doesn't want Curaçao to die so easily. Even if he's crippled and lying in bed, Curaçao can still help him with many things.

Behind the camera, Karen had already begun ordering materials for the alloy skeleton; Curaçao's personality meant she wouldn't lie in bed waiting to die.

One day later, Tokyo Airport

Professor Agasa and Kogoro Mouri were the first to disembark from the plane, followed by Ran, who looked sleepy.

They were unlucky; on their return journey, they encountered strong turbulence, making the entire flight extremely bumpy, and no one on board could get a proper sleep.

However, Ran mustered her spirits and made a phone call to Conan.

"Stop calling, you're just wasting your phone credit," Kogoro Mouri said helplessly. "If nothing unexpected happens, that kid should be floating at sea right now, without a signal."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiaolan excitedly exclaimed, "It's connected!"

Chapter 304 See the FBI

"Conan, where are you right now?" Ran asked nervously.

"I'm at the port now, I haven't gone ashore yet, what's wrong?" Conan asked, looking out at the coastline. "Have you guys gotten home yet?"

“Yes, my dad and I have arrived at Haneda Airport. We’ll be home in an hour.” Xiaolan said with a frown, “Honestly, why did you have to run around with Uncle Shinjo?”

"Well..." Conan said somewhat helplessly, "something did happen."

Last night, after performing surgery on Curaçao, Shinjo found Conan sleeping soundly in the lounge and told him that he couldn't leave Kurara Island for the time being and that he would have to wait for the submarine to return before he could leave.

After much persuasion, Conan finally managed to calm Ran down. Not long after hanging up, another call came in, this time from Hattori Heiji.

"Hey, what's up?" Conan asked, somewhat exasperated.

"I have a case on my hands right now, are you interested?" Hattori asked bluntly.

"What case is it? Can't you solve it yourself?" Conan jumped off the bed. "I've been a bit busy lately, so I might have to hide away for a while."

"Hiding for a while?" Hattori's interest was immediately piqued. "What happened? Has your identity been exposed?"

"No, the situation is more complicated." Conan said with some helplessness. "Anyway, I won't be in Tokyo for the next month."

"A month?" Hattori said with a smile. "I'll come find you in a month. Anyway, this case isn't urgent."

"Hey! I didn't say I'd be fine a month from now," Conan asked, somewhat exasperated. "You have to tell me what case it is."

"Have you heard the legend of Tokugawa Ieyasu burying gold?" Hattori said with a smile. "This case is related to that gold."

"Hey, if I remember correctly, Tokugawa Ieyasu buried his gold in Gunma, right?" Conan said, a bit of a headache. "The head of the Gunma Prefectural Police is that Yamamura Misao..."

"Don't worry, this time we're going to Shizuoka, not Gunma," Hattori said with a hint of pride.

"Shizuoka?" Conan wanted to ask more, but Hattori had already hung up the phone.

Looking at his phone, which had gone black, Conan decided to run and ask Shinjo when he could leave this godforsaken place. However, after searching the entire base, he couldn't find any trace of Shinjo.

At this moment, Xincheng is inside the base's sanatorium.

“Now, the outside is full of our people. You can leave here, and no one will harm you.” Xincheng said, looking at Pisco in front of him. “The Boeing scandal has been made public. You can take this opportunity to return to high society.”

“Can I not go back?” Piske asked somewhat helplessly. “I’ve gotten used to retirement.”

“I’m not asking you to work, I’m just asking you to step forward and contact those councilors the organization has recruited before,” Xincheng said with some helplessness. “Even if you want to retire, you should at least earn some retirement savings before you do.”

“Don’t try to fool me, I’m not going!” Pisco said firmly. “Don’t think that just because I’m hiding here, I don’t know what’s going on outside. Those guys have already turned against me. If I go to them now as a member of the organization, I’ll just be walking into a trap.”

“Those members of parliament, officials, and celebrities have turned against us. But who says you can only turn against someone once? Besides, you’re not meeting them as a member of the organization this time; you’re a negotiator for the TPC consortium,” Xincheng said somewhat helplessly. “When Stout comes back, I’ll have him accompany you. If you’re worried, you can bring Irish liquor with you.”

"Are you going to fight or to make contact?"

“Make contact. Of course, if they don’t know what’s good for them, a fight is also an option.” Shinjo crossed his legs. “I heard they shut down the Yueshui Detective Agency, so I want you to help me get an explanation.”

"Shouldn't it show more sincerity if you go yourself?" Pisco said irritably.

"Then I need you to go now, any objections?" Xincheng's tone became stern. "Of course, I can go, but you'll have to bear the consequences."

Seeing that Xincheng's tone had suddenly become stern, Pisco had no choice but to lower his head. "I can go, but you have to guarantee that I can get out unscathed. Doesn't Karen have some kind of drone network? We need to provide support if necessary. I'll only go if you promise me that. If you don't promise, I won't go even if you kill me right now."

“Okay!” Shinjo readily agreed to Pisco’s request. “Gin was right, you’re getting more and more afraid of death.”

“If I wasn’t afraid of death, would you have chosen me as an ally?” Piske said irritably.

Shinjo stood up and left the sanatorium. It would be best to reach a consensus with Pisco. As for whether Pisco would hate him, he didn't care anymore.