Conan, I'm an actor

"Hello? What is it now? The famous detective from Osaka." Conan's listless voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What kind of attitude is this? I just crawled out of the deep mountains and forests, and the first thing I did was call you. What kind of tone is this?" Hattori said, somewhat dissatisfied.

"I have a cold and I'm not feeling well, sorry." Conan yawned. "You didn't come here to find me to look for that Tokugawa family's gold, did you?"

"It's not about that; there's something far more serious," Hattori said, looking at the letter in his hand. "Someone sent me a letter saying that there's a flaw in the reasoning behind a case you're handling."

"If the reasoning is wrong, you should send the letter to me. Why did it end up with you?" Conan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Isn't it because I can't find you?"

"Impossible!" Conan coughed violently as soon as he finished speaking. "I've already forwarded all my calls to Professor Agasa, and I clean my mailbox regularly. I haven't received any similar letters."

"Do you think it's possible that the letter was sent by registered mail and the postman couldn't find the recipient, so it was returned to the post office?" Hattori yawned. "Didn't you guys go to Europe the other day? Professor Agasa went with you."

“We can’t rule out that possibility,” Conan said, frowning. “Give me the sender’s address and I’ll try to recall which case it was.”

"The letter was sent from a place called Higashi-Okuho Village, on the outskirts of Okuho Town, by a Mr. Makoto Yata," Hattori said.

"Oh, I think it must be one of the young people from that village who helped me when I was investigating the murder case there." Conan coughed twice.

"There's another letter inside the envelope for you. I'll bring it to you when I visit. Please read it carefully. I think it's a critique of your reasoning. But a little stimulation might just scare your cold away."

Conan rolled his eyes. Higashi-Oku Village is not like Beika Town. They should only be dealing with that one case, but he doesn't know what kind of reasoning error could be in that case.

"Is there a problem?" Xiaolan asked with some concern.

"Hmm, it's a case I handled before. It seems there was a mistake in the reasoning. The person involved couldn't find me, so they sent a letter to Hattori." Conan began to recall the specific details of the case.

"Hattori-kun said he'd be coming, right?" Ran asked, rubbing Conan's head.

"Yeah, he said he'd come with me later. That guy definitely wants to see me make a fool of myself," Conan said with a hint of helplessness.

"In that case, what you need to do now is rest well and take care of your health," Ran said softly. "Once Hattori-kun comes and gets the letter, everything will be clear, won't it?"

"Too."

Two days later, Hattori went directly to the Mori Detective Agency and handed the letter to Kudo.

The letter didn't point out any errors in the reasoning; it simply invited Conan to Higashi-Oku Village for a detailed discussion.

Faced with this situation, Conan could only ask Uncle Mori to drive them to Higashi-Oku Village to see what the problem was.

Kogoro Mouri grumbled a lot about Conan's self-inflicted trouble, but out of professional ethics, he did as Conan asked. Soon, the group of five set off.

On the way, Kazuha asked Ran many questions about Kudo. Publicly humiliated in front of Conan, her own father, and Hattori, Ran struggled to keep up after just a few rounds, and it was Hattori who eventually intervened and stopped Kazuha from asking so many questions.

"By the way, Conan, are you alright?" Ran asked with some concern.

According to the doctor, a cold should be cured in a day or two at most, but Conan's body seems to be a little special. Every time he catches a cold, it takes him longer to recover than others.

Conan was also somewhat worried about this, feeling that the time it took for him to recover from his cold was getting longer and longer. He wondered if he should ask Mr. Shinjo to find out if it was a side effect of the medication.

"It's alright, I've already given him the special medicine."

"The 'miracle drug' you're talking about, it's not the kind of strong liquor I'm going to force-feed him on his first visit to my office, is it?" Kogoro Mouri said, somewhat annoyed.

"How could that be..." Hattori waved his hand. "It's a legitimate, highly effective medicine."

The group soon arrived at the Winter Olympics Village, but upon reaching the village office, they received unexpected news.

"What did you say? Missing?"

"Yes, we submitted the search request about six months ago," the staff member said with a wry smile. "Moreover, because Makoto has always longed for life in a big city, everyone in the village is saying that maybe he left his hometown to work in Tokyo. May I ask what business you have with Makoto Uta?"

“We received a letter from him a couple of days ago. He said that Kudo, who assisted in solving the murder case in this village a year ago, had made a mistake in his reasoning, and he wanted to talk to him in person.” Hattori was also somewhat puzzled.

Upon hearing the name "Kudo," the staff member's expression changed. "Who did you say?"

"So he said he wanted me to bring Shinichi Kudo along..." Hattori said, then sensed that something was off about the atmosphere around him.

"Liar!" a child said, pointing at them. "You people must all be accomplices of that liar!"

Hattori was startled by the child's accusation, and then he heard the sound of someone slamming their hand on the table.

"If you want to know the details of the case, please go to the police station," the staff member said menacingly. "We have nothing to tell you here, please leave..."

"This..." Hattori looked at Conan beside him, wondering what he had done to elicit such a strong reaction from these people.

Conan was also somewhat bewildered; he didn't know what he had done. The chain of evidence in this case was clear, so how could it have turned out like this? Could it be...?

Seeing the fierce looks in the villagers' eyes, Hattori had no choice but to leave the village office.

He had been observing Conan's expression since the beginning; the kid must have figured something out.

After getting into the car, Hattori finally spoke, asking, "Is there something hidden about the case from back then? Have you thought of anything?"

"There were indeed hidden details, or rather, scandals, in that case," Conan said in a low voice.

"scandal?"

“Yes, a scandal.” Conan said, resting his chin on his hand. “The village chief at the time killed his family and then committed suicide. However, the village chief’s family was known for its harmony in the village, so such a thing should not have happened.”

"So, there was an accident then?" Hattori's eyes lit up.

"Originally, the village chief's family had type O blood, but the village chief later developed cancer and was found to have type AB blood," Conan said. "According to Mendel's laws of inheritance..."

"The offspring of type O blood and type AB blood will have type A blood, type B blood, and type AB blood," Hattori said. "So, the village chief's wife had an affair, and the child isn't even the village chief's."

“That’s right, exactly,” Conan said. “However, to appease the survivors, I told everyone that the village chief was originally blood type O, but his blood type changed due to cancer. Under these circumstances, the village chief mistakenly believed his wife was having an affair, so…”

"Isn't this a perfect solution?" Hattori was taken aback. "Could it be that..."

“The village chief’s cancer is benign,” Conan said. “Only malignant tumors, especially in the late stages of cancer, can change blood type, which is the only flaw in this claim.”

Chapter 307 Solving the Trouble

"So you mean that Makoto Uta discovered this vulnerability?"

“But that shouldn’t be the case,” Conan said, frowning. “Before I left, I told the officers here to tell Makoto Yata about this.”

"Could it be that the sheriff didn't mention it?" Hattori suggested. "They're busy with the case and could easily have forgotten."

“This case happened just over a year ago, so it’s unlikely that the officer was transferred,” Conan said. “Anyway, let’s go to the police station first. They were also involved in that case back then, so they should know the details.”

When they arrived at the police station, it was almost dark, but a patrolman named Kazuma Shiroyama said he was willing to take them to the crime scene.

"A case that's been going on for over a year, and there's still a crime scene?" Hattori and Conan both looked incredulous.

Even for some serious crimes that occur in Tokyo, the crime scene is kept at most for a few months, how could it possibly be kept for a year?

Soon, they arrived at the village chief's house and saw the crime scene.

"It's really a sorry sight," the middle-aged man sighed, looking at the messy ground.

“Following Young Master Da Shu’s wishes, we have kept this room exactly as it was at the time of the incident,” said the Chengshan patrol officer.

"Young Master?" Xiao Lan asked, somewhat puzzled. "Didn't you say there was a family annihilation case?"

"It's that young master Da Shu, who was spared because he was visiting relatives on the night of the incident a year ago," the patrol officer said, pointing to a photo on the table. "That's the kid."

“Isn’t this the kid from the village office?” Hattori stroked his chin.

"And who are the people next to them?"

"The parents of the young master who died in that murder case were Mr. Hihara Takitoku, the village chief at the time, and his wife, Ms. Kaneko. Village Chief Hihara was a very cheerful and generous man who was very well-known in the village, so he had served as village chief for twenty years. Therefore, all the villagers were deeply saddened by the tragedy that happened a year ago."

"So, at the time of the incident, these were the blackened footprints left behind." Kogoro Mouri frowned as he looked at the footprints on the ground. Based on his years of experience in solving cases, he judged that it was blood, but it didn't look like it was from shoes; it looked more like it was from socks.

If it's shoes, then we can make a judgment based on the shoe prints; if it's footprints, we can trace the killer through footprints, but sock prints...

"Yes, those were the traces left by the murderer when he stepped on the bloodstains of the village chief's wife, who was murdered on the stairs, and walked back and forth in the room."

"These footprints ultimately lead to the balcony..." Hattori looked down from the balcony, "The village chief fell from here."

"I'm telling you, you shouldn't have tried to cover up the scandal for the Nichihara family in the first place. Now, all the blame is pointing to you."

Just then, a voice came from behind them, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Conan and Hattori turned around almost instantly and saw Shinjo leaning against the door, and a guy lying on the ground, tied up like a dead pig.

They were all startled when they saw the guy's face, because the guy in front of them had a face exactly like Shinichi Kudo's.

"This..." Conan was utterly shocked, "A Stand?"

He knew that Shinjo could use disguise, so he guessed that this guy might be Shinjo disguised and thrown out to attract fire.

But then I thought again, that didn't make sense. Xincheng and he weren't that close, and if that were the case, there was no need to tie them up.

"This guy is Makoto Yata, the one who brought you here." Shinjo unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and poured it directly onto the face of the man who looked exactly like "Shinichi Kudo".

But the guy didn't seem to wake up. Shinjo kicked him twice, and when he saw that the guy wasn't moving, he pulled out his pistol, cocked it, and shot him in the thigh.

“You…” The Chengshan patrolman took a step back. The patrolmen in their small town didn’t even have guns, so there was no need to risk their lives.

The "Shinichi Kudo" on the ground let out a miserable scream, glaring venomously at the man before him. Shinjo, however, ignored him and fired two more shots towards the stairs.

“Ms. Hanoi from the Dongdu Daily, since you’re here, don’t leave,” Shinjo said with a smile. “Didn’t you want a big scoop? I’ll give you one right now.”

"No, no, it's not necessary..." a woman's somewhat flustered voice came over.

“I’m letting you come up here.” Shinjo pointed the gun at the Hanoi reporter’s forehead. “If you don’t want to, I can have Editor-in-Chief Yamada send another reporter. That’s not impossible. But whether you’ll die or not, I don’t know.”

Hattori was stunned by what he saw. In his memory, although Mr. Shinjo sometimes acted rashly, he never thought of injuring someone with a gun...

Conan, however, was unsurprised. This guy was a ruthless individual who dared to drive a submarine around the territory of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council. He was just playing with guns; it was just a casual remark.

"Are you going to say it yourself, or should I say it for you?" Shinjo stomped his foot on Makoto Yata's face. "Oh right, I forgot, you had plastic surgery. You made yourself look like Shinichi Kudo. I don't understand what you were thinking. Is that guy handsome? He is a little handsome, but don't you know that he looks like a jinx?"

"Pfft." Hattori forgot the tense atmosphere for a moment and burst out laughing.

Conan's face darkened, and he said helplessly, "That's a personal attack."

Shinjo pulled a stack of receipts directly from his bag. "The things that the Hihara family lost were all sold by this adopted son, and the money was used for plastic surgery. These are the evidence of the sale of the jewelry and the receipts for the plastic surgery. Is there anything else you want to say, Makoto Yata?"

Miss Hanoi was shocked; she couldn't believe anyone could be so crazy.

"You want to know the truth? Then I'll tell you the truth." Xincheng clapped his hands. "Bring him up."

Soon, Commander Lei grabbed the Japanese tree and walked up from downstairs.

"What do you want to do? Let go of the tree!" The man inside the house on the ground immediately became agitated.

"He, Hihara Daiki, is the bastard child born from Hihara Shoko's affair with another man." Shinjo chuckled. "Hihara Takitoku's blood test report is right here. He's blood type AB, not O. How can someone with blood type AB and blood type O have a child with blood type O? Tell me!"

“This…” Makoto Yata on the ground looked somewhat bewildered.