Conan, I'm an actor

“If he had gone to stop the bleeding for Makoto in the house yesterday, I would have had Kawauchi revise the report.” Shinjo’s lips curled into a smile. “But he didn’t, so he can’t blame anyone else.”

"But the person inside the room had a different face..."

“A heartbeat doesn’t lie.” Shin-joo got into the car directly. “He already knows that it’s his brother, but he chose to deceive himself. Since he lied, he has to bear the consequences of having his lie exposed.”

Commander Lei shrugged. Although she sympathized with the man named Nichihara Daiki, all she could do was mention it briefly. Shinjo didn't want to let him go, and there was nothing she could do about it.

What happened next was a bit complicated. The police station in Okuho Town didn't dare to take the case, since firearms had been used. They directly consulted with higher-ups at the Metropolitan Police Department.

When the Metropolitan Police Department's higher-ups heard that the police were involved, they simply handed the case over to the police, and half a day had already passed through the entire process.

After many twists and turns, the case finally came to Kazama's attention. Poor Kazama was on vacation today and rushed to Okuho Town to help Shinjo finish up the case.

6 p.m.

"I've got the details of the case, you can leave now." Kazama bowed to Kogoro Mouri and the others, then jogged over to Shinjo. "Shinjo-senpai, is there anything else I can help you with to wrap things up?"

"No more for now."

"Um..." Kazama rubbed his hands together, something he wanted to say but dared not say.

"You mean guns, right?" Shinjo rolled his eyes. "I'll be more careful from now on. I'll try not to use guns whenever possible."

"That's good, that's good. Cleaning up guns is a real hassle," Kazama said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Next time I'll use grenades and explosives instead."

"You should use a gun."

"I was just kidding."

"It's better not to make jokes like that."

After saying goodbye to Kazama, Shinjo headed to Shizuoka following the directions provided by Hattori.

On the other side

"What kind of weather is this? It's been raining since last night and it hasn't stopped," Kogoro Mouri said, looking at the rain in front of him with some annoyance.

The weather conditions were so bad that even an experienced driver like him only dared to drive at a snail's pace.

"Speaking of which, wasn't the place where Tokugawa Ieyasu buried his gold in Gunma? How did it end up in Shizuoka?" Conan asked Heiji in the passenger seat with a hint of exasperation. "You still haven't explained the reason to me."

"How would I know the reason?" Hattori said with some helplessness. "It was the village of Sukusato. Mr. Murakuma contacted me. I thought that since so many people couldn't find it in Gunma, there might be an error in the records. If there is evidence that the gold is in Shizuoka, it wouldn't be a loss to make a trip. I'll just treat it as a trip."

Hearing Hattori say that, Kogoro Mouri became even more annoyed. You guys came here for tourism, but he really came to be the driver.

"But why you?" Conan suddenly thought of another question. "There must be many other detectives in Japan."

"It's probably because it's cheap," Hattori said somewhat helplessly. "They only agreed to pay for the travel expenses and refreshments."

"Doesn't he know that you get what you pay for?" Conan's lips twitched, wanting to complain, but for a moment he didn't know where to begin.

Just then, a noisy sound came from the walkie-talkie, followed by Xincheng's voice.

"Hey Mori, you left an hour early, how come you're only getting here now?"

Kogoro Mouri glanced in the rearview mirror and quickly spotted a black sedan following behind them, its lights flashing incessantly.

“It’s raining, the road conditions are unclear, and this car isn’t in good condition. I’m afraid it will overturn,” Kogoro Mouri said somewhat angrily.

"Alright, alright." Shinjo drove straight past Kogoro Mouri. "I'll lead the way, you guys just follow behind me."

Kogoro Mouri sighed somewhat helplessly. He had wanted to buy a car for a long time, but he didn't have the money before. Later, he had the money, but following Conan around cost him a lot of money in renting cars, so he gave up the idea of ​​buying a car.

Now when I go to a car rental shop, the owners only give me cars in poor condition; they don't dare give me cars in good condition.

a few hours later

Shinjo led Kogoro Mouri to the entrance of a dilapidated inn. Looking at the run-down inn, everyone turned to look at Hattori. The inn was simply too run-down.

"How about we leave now?" Conan said somewhat uncertainly.

"I think..." Hattori was about to speak when he was interrupted.

"Is this Hattori Heiji?" a middle-aged man asked. "I am the village chief here, Murakuma-no-suke. I came here immediately after you called me earlier."

“Mr. Murakuma, isn’t it a bit inappropriate for us to come so early?” Hattori Heiji said. “Or perhaps we could head back now?”

"That won't do!" Murakuma immediately said. "Since you're already here, it's not too late to find out the situation before you leave. I will definitely pay for your travel expenses and refreshments."

As he spoke, the village chief's face showed a clear expression of pain.

He originally only hired Hattori Heiji, with maybe one assistant. They had agreed that they would take the Shinkansen here, and he would pick them up by car. Now that someone else is driving over, and with so many people coming, the cost is bound to skyrocket.

"Let's go inside first, it's raining so hard outside." Village Chief Murakuma pushed Hattori Heiji into the inn. "I bought some ingredients, so I should be able to cook you a nice meal."

"There isn't even a chef!" Hattori Heiji was shocked by the rudimentary conditions.

"After all, we're a small place with limited funds, so I hope you can understand."

Hattori Heiji sighed. What else could he say after things had already gone this far?

Chapter 309 The Legend of Nue

Seeing Hattori Heiji reluctantly enter the inn, Kazuha smiled apologetically at the group before following him in. The others followed with a sense of helplessness; they were already there, what else could they do? There was nowhere to stay if they went back now, and most importantly, they would have to pay for it themselves.

Although the village chief Murakuma wasn't a chef, his culinary skills were quite good, and at least everyone in the group enjoyed the meal.

During their meal and conversation, they learned that this place used to be a tourist destination. In previous summers, tourists would often come here to see the scenery of Black Gold Pool. However, some unforeseen events occurred, which led to a sharp decline in the number of tourists, and the place eventually fell into disrepair.

"An unexpected event?" Hattori frowned. "What kind of unexpected event could cause a tourist destination to fall into disrepair?"

Village Chief Murakuma seemed hesitant, unsure whether to speak or not, or perhaps worried that if he did, Hattori Heiji would choose to leave.

Seeing the village chief in such a predicament, Hattori, Conan, and Kogoro all turned their gazes to Shinjo, who was eating rice.

Shinjo was speechless under the stares of these people. "I'm not a god. So many things happen in Japan every year, how could I possibly know everything? I'm an intelligence officer, not the head of a committee of village aunties who buy vegetables at the street corner."

The village chief, Murakuma, said somewhat awkwardly, "Actually, it's nothing serious. It's just that one person died during the gold excavation by Tokugawa Ieyasu's team back then."

“It’s just a simple death, it shouldn’t cause such a big commotion.” Kogoro Mouri was unusually wise this time and said, “Village Chief Murakuma, you invited us here to help you solve this problem. If you’re not even willing to give us basic information, then I think there’s no need for us to cooperate. You can go back now.”

"Please don't! This..." Village Chief Murakuma said somewhat awkwardly, "That..."

"What are you waiting for? Just get to the point. I'll give you ten minutes," Shinjo said directly. "The countdown is starting now."

"I'll talk, I'll talk, okay?" Village Chief Murakuma said helplessly. "Give me some time, I'll produce something."

After saying that, he turned and went upstairs, seemingly to get something.

“Hey Shinjo, he’s not a criminal, why are you resorting to these methods?” Kogoro Mouri said with a hint of exasperation, “He’s the client after all…”

"Do you guys have a lot of time?" Shinjo rolled his eyes. "You don't need to be polite to clients who have no money."

"Indeed!" Hattori rarely expressed his support.

If the village chief hadn't said, "The budget is tight, and I'm thinking of hiring a cheaper detective," I might have been on the village chief's side. But since the village chief said it, it would be really beneath me if I didn't put on some airs.

Soon, the village chief came downstairs with a card sealed in a plastic bag.

"Nue!" Hattori and Conan read the words aloud almost in unison upon seeing them written on the paper.

"What Nue?" Kogoro Mouri was somewhat confused. As someone who was culturally illiterate, he didn't understand anything about legendary things.

“It’s a kind of monster.” When the village chief of Murakuma heard the word “Nue,” he couldn’t help but shudder, as if he was terrified of such a thing.

Shinjo began, “It was first recorded in the Tale of the Heike. It is described as having the appearance of a monkey, the body of a tanuki, the limbs of a tiger, and the tail of a snake. It can fly without wings. If I’m not mistaken, this must be the message written by the victim before he died.”

"How did you know!" Village Chief Murakuma looked at Shinjo with a look of horror. Could it be that this young man in front of him had seen Nue before?

"Is this so hard to guess?" Shinjo looked at Murakuma Donosuke. "The death of a few people is not a big deal for a tourist area. Unless, there is something frightening in the area, and the Nue monster fits that description perfectly."

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief; he had thought the young man in front of him had seen the Nue before.

"Don't be too happy yet." Xincheng stretched. "Until we find out how the deceased died, your village's scenic area will never recover."

Murakuma's expression immediately fell, and he began to recount the events surrounding the deceased.

When they learned that the card was written by the deceased with an oil-based pen, Hattori and Conan began to study it, while Kogoro Mouri drank with the village chief. Middle-aged men often have common topics to discuss, and the two of them had a very enjoyable conversation.

Meanwhile, Hattori and Conan, who had been studying the incident for a long time without finding a solution, decided to go to the scene the next day to see if they could find any useful clues.

After finishing his meal, Xincheng went straight upstairs, with Commander Lei following closely behind him.

"By the way, Kudo, do you know that older sister following behind Mr. Shinjo?" Hattori suddenly asked in a low voice.

"I don't know you. What's wrong?" Conan asked, somewhat puzzled.

“That woman, she has calluses on her hands,” Hattori said in a low voice. “She must use a gun, and for quite some time. And she gives me a dangerous feeling, like…”

“I don’t know who she is,” Conan shook his head, “but she should be a member of the organization.”

"What did you say!" Hattori exclaimed in surprise. "Then how come you still dared to act with him?"

“Because Uncle Shinjo is her boss,” Conan said matter-of-factly.

"Boss?" Hattori said with a dark face, "Didn't you tell me he was an undercover agent? And the kind who had already defected from the organization? How did he become the boss of the organization again?"

“He’s incredibly talented.” Conan rolled his eyes. “He rose to become the head of the Japanese branch, and then led the entire Japanese branch in a rebellion.”

"But that woman is a Westerner, not a Japanese."

"That's what he said, do I have to verify it?" Conan rolled his eyes. "Besides, are there very few foreigners working in Tokyo?"

"That's true."

"What are you two talking about?" Kazuha asked, somewhat puzzled.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Conan waved his hand and ran straight to Ran's side.

Kazuha Toyama is an outsider, and there are some things she can't know. Therefore, the task of dealing with her is left to Heiji Hattori.

Heiji Hattori frantically tried to signal to Conan, urging him to help him out of the predicament.

Conan acted as if he hadn't seen anything, told Ran something, and prepared to run upstairs.

Following Hattori's gaze, Kazuha Toyama quickly noticed the furtive Conan and promptly picked him up.

"Um, Kazuha-neechan, I don't know anything..." Conan tried to act cute.

"Speak, or I'll teach you a lesson." Kazuha, holding Conan, looked at Ran and said, "Ran, you don't mind, do you?"

Conan immediately looked to Ran for help, but the expected rescue did not come.

Ran smiled as she looked at Conan, who was being carried by Kazuha. "I don't mind. If possible, Kazuha, please don't hold back."