Conan, I'm an actor

"As for why we invited you here, it's mainly this." Inspector Megure took out an interrogation record. "We interrogated a subordinate intelligence agent and found that he was not a member of that organization, but an ordinary person who was paid to do things."

"Spying on me?" Conan looked at the statement and felt a chill run down his spine. "Am I being watched?"

“Yes,” Inspector Megure nodded and said, “When we were tracking down his supplier, that guy had already fled and we didn’t catch him.”

Kogoro Mouri snorted, clearly dissatisfied with the efficiency of the First Investigation Division, which showed no respect for his former employer.

"By the way, Inspector Megure, may I make a copy of these documents and take them with me?" Conan asked, looking up.

"Brother Kudo, if you could turn back into your original form, let alone make a copy and take it, you could even take the original without any problem," Inspector Megure said with a hint of helplessness. "Now..."

"Then I'll stay here, finish reading and analyzing the data before I leave." Conan quickly made his decision.

"Are you sure there's no problem?" Kogoro Mouri glanced at Inspector Megure beside him. "If I remember correctly, there are spies from the other side in many related departments, even members of the Senate..."

"Don't worry, there's no safer place in Tokyo than the Metropolitan Police Department." Inspector Megure seemed to have noticed his old colleague's concerns and said, "Even if those guys do have accomplices in the Metropolitan Police Department, and even if they do want to do something to Kudo, the Metropolitan Police Department is still the safest place."

Kogoro Mouri was taken aback for a moment, then instantly understood, nodded, and left with Ran.

Conan stared at the information in front of him, wrote down individual names on the whiteboard, and then used lines to mark their relationships.

Inspector Megure stood beside Conan, watching him, occasionally marking out places Conan couldn't reach with a whiteboard marker. He worked like this until late at night, and the trash cans were overflowing with empty coffee cans.

"Hey Kudo, why don't you take a nap first?" Inspector Megure asked, yawning. "You don't seem to be making any progress."

Conan looked at the documents in his hand and said in a low voice, "I'm confirming something."

"What's wrong?" Inspector Megure asked, trying to sound alert.

“The missing parts of the network.” Conan looked up at the whiteboard in front of him. “An organization that can take root all over the world and hide for decades should have an internal structure like a spider web. It’s impossible for it to have so many missing parts.”

Inspector Megure looked up and saw many lines connecting people on the whiteboard, each marked with a question mark (?). Clearly, these were the missing parts that Kudo had mentioned.

“What’s so strange about that?” Inspector Megure said, yawning. “The way that yakuza organization investigates its adversaries is definitely different from how we do it, or how those intelligence agencies do it.”

"Different?" Conan looked at Inspector Megure with some confusion.

"Think about it, what's the most effective way for two yakuza organizations to understand each other?" Inspector Megure lit a cigarette. "Fighting, conflict, shootouts."

"and then?"

"Only those who show their faces are investigated, and these investigations are limited; they can't connect the dots like intelligence agencies do."

Conan stared at the information in front of him. Inspector Megure's explanation made sense, but he still felt that something was off. He felt as if the information in front of him had been vetted, with all the factors that were unfavorable to him removed before being handed it over.

"By the way, Inspector Megure, did those guys ask for anything in return when they submitted these documents?" Conan waved the documents in his hand. "Those guys are all vicious criminals. This yakuza organization must have paid a huge price to collect this information. They should want some benefits, right?"

"We're being lenient by not arresting them if they don't want anything in return." Inspector Megure took a deep drag on his cigarette, then began coughing violently, taking a while to recover.

"Try to smoke less; smoking is bad for your health." Conan looked at Inspector Megure and asked with some surprise, "They didn't actually make any demands, did they?"

"Do you know why they provided the information?" Inspector Megure flicked his cigarette ash with a hint of exasperation. "Because they want to use the Metropolitan Police Department as a tool to eliminate their competitors. This foreign organization has already infringed upon their interests."

Conan marked out a few locations and handed them over to Inspector Megure.

"What is this for?"

“They frequent these places.” Conan sank into the sofa. “I think these places might have members of an organization, the kind with code names. At the very least, they’re information exchange locations.”

"Thank you for your hard work, Kudo." Inspector Megure took the documents and handed them to Takagi at the door, instructing him to organize a team to investigate these locations.

at the same time

Xincheng is standing above the dock at the base, waiting for Dolphin 202 to return. Today is the day of its return.

Just then, Kallen's voice suddenly came over the dock's loudspeaker, "That brat Conan Edogawa is amazing. He's already identified five intelligence trading locations and three people who aren't on the list. Should we notify them to evacuate?"

"Arrange the business trip first," Shinjo said, rubbing his temples. "By the way, send me the list."

Karen quickly sent the list to Shinjo's phone. Seeing the property and ownership information, Shinjo breathed a sigh of relief; this alone wouldn't lead to his involvement. However, he was taken aback when he saw Rena Mizunashi's name; he hadn't expected this woman to be found out as well.

“We haven’t been able to trace them yet. I suspect someone used some method to pinpoint the location of the transaction,” Karen said. “Data screening shows that these locations appear very frequently in that document.”

"Shouldn't you have thoroughly screened out these kinds of things beforehand?"

Karen fell silent. Soon, a projection screen appeared in front of New City, displaying a vast amount of information, all of which Karen had compiled through the Ocean Buoy System.

"You mean to say that Rum has turned all these strongholds against us?" Shinjo frowned. "And that these three people all have dual identities?"

“It’s not certain yet, this is just a preliminary deduction. I want to see their reaction after the Metropolitan Police Department contacts them.” Karen’s voice was calm. “As for Rena Mizunashi, I deliberately exposed her to them. Her brother is still in our hands, and her CIA identity can provide her with protection. She can’t cause any trouble.”

"Alright, you handle it. By the way, how's Pisco doing? Has he run into any trouble?" Shinjo quickly thought of something else.

At this moment, the dock has begun to be filled with water, indicating that Dolphin 202 has entered the base's underwater tunnel and is preparing to surface.

“Pisco has been away from the scene for too long, and the attitudes of those within the circle towards him are somewhat ambiguous.” Karen’s voice finally showed a slight fluctuation. “Should we give him some support? This guy’s level is very low.”

The reason Pisco was able to thrive in the upper echelons of society was because he had an organization backing him up; he was just a front man, and everyone was happy to give him face.

But this guy has lost support. If he hadn't dealt with all those who knew his identity before, he wouldn't even be allowed to enter now.

"Can't we just not give them support?" Xincheng frowned. "How can the old man be so useless?"

“The old man still had some capital, after all, he was the one holding your shares on your behalf,” Karen said with some helplessness. “But you sold those shares before, so he has no one left to rely on. If he is talented and young enough, others may give him a chance to make a comeback.”

Do you still have money?

"Clean, or unclean?"

“Either way, allocate half of the working capital to him and let him have his fun.” Xincheng said, looking at the shipyard in front of him. “I only have one requirement: all 50 seats in the Senate must be on our side. No matter what means are used, even if it’s that drug as a bargaining chip, it’s fine.”

"understood."

The bottom of the dock has now been opened, and a dark shadow is slowly rising from the bottom of the water, which is tens of meters deep.

Xincheng glanced at his watch; it would be at least another two hours before Dolphin 202 surfaced, which was going to be tough.

Tokyo late at night

Two playing cards sliced ​​through the air like flying knives, hurtling towards the two burly men behind the white figure. As the two men dodged, they drew silenced pistols and opened fire in rapid succession.

One of the bullets pierced the cloak, and then crimson flowers bloomed on the white cloak.

"Ouch!" Kaito gasped.

Just then, a yellow taxi appeared at the entrance of the alley, and the door opened directly. Two dark objects were thrown out of the car, passing over his head and landing behind him.

The bright light and the deafening sound appeared almost simultaneously, instantly deafening him and leaving him dizzy. By the time he came to his senses, he had already been dragged into a taxi like a dead dog.

"Who are you?" Kaito winced in pain. "Foreign uncle, what country are you from?"

“Mr. Shinjo said you were in trouble, so he sent me to pick you up,” Aquawit said, looking in the rearview mirror. “I’m from Canada. It looks like you were shot. Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

"A hospital? No, no way," Kaito said through gritted teeth. "Going to the hospital would expose me, I..."

“That butler may not be able to treat gunshot wounds, and the hospital I’m talking about isn’t the kind that’s open to the public, so there’s no need to worry about leaks.”

"Ok."

Chapter 315 The Search Operation

Aquavit glanced at the phantom thief in the seat behind him, accelerated, and pressed the button on the walkie-talkie to notify Rysling, who was waiting nearby, to prepare for the cleanup.

Kaito was breathing rapidly, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead; the gunshot wound was excruciating. Before, in the critical situation, the pain hadn't been so pronounced, but now that things had calmed down, the stabbing pain in his back was constantly stimulating his nerves, making it difficult to even speak.

"We'll be at the hospital soon. Do you need painkillers?" Aquavit asked, looking at Kaito in the rearview mirror.

However, Kaito Kuroba did not answer his question. He didn't even have the strength to reach for the painkiller and collapsed straight into the seat, seemingly due to shock caused by excessive blood loss.

Half an hour later, Xincheng Private Hospital

The operating room lights came on in the hospital, and Asami Narumi, along with another doctor, began operating on Kaito Kuroba. Not long after, Narumi came out.

"How is the situation?" Aquavit asked nervously.

That young man was someone Mr. Shinjo wanted to protect; if he died, it would be a huge problem. I just botched a mission; if I botched another one, I might as well quit.

"It's not too serious. The paraglider on his back saved his life. The bullet is lodged in his muscle and didn't damage any internal organs." Narumi picked up a glucose tablet and took a sip. "What happened? If I remember correctly, Kaito Kid only steals jewels, how could this be..."

“Last time, Mr. New Town told him about Pandora, and then he started searching for gems in a targeted manner.” Aquavit shrugged helplessly. “His change in behavior attracted the attention of those people, who deliberately set a trap to get rid of him. We have already warned him, but he still went.”

"Damn it!" Cheng Shi rolled his eyes. "Why did you save such a stubborn mule?"

“It wasn’t my idea to save him,” Aquavit said, sounding a little aggrieved. “It was Mr. Shinjo who said this kid’s disguise skills were quite good and that he was still valuable.”

Narumi sighed helplessly, then dialed Shinjo's number. "The Kuroba Kaito you wanted stepped into someone's trap today. He has two gunshot wounds. The one in his back will keep him in the hospital for a month."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. "Make up an excuse. Say he has appendicitis, needs surgery, and needs to take time off."

"The incision for appendicitis is not on the back."

“Then give him another stab, so he’ll learn his lesson,” Xincheng said silently. “Or you can create an interface for him.”

"Just say she broke her leg." Cheng Shi hung up the phone and went downstairs to start processing the medical records.

In the base

"Whose call was that?" Haibara asked curiously.

"It's true, there was a reckless kid who stepped into someone's trap during the operation and was shot twice. He just had surgery and needs to stay in the hospital for a month."

"Shinichi Kudo?"

"Kaito Kuroba." Seeing Ai Haibara's blank look, Shinjo added, "Or rather, Kaito Kid."

“So it was him.” Ai Haibara stared at Shinjo and asked, “Didn’t you learn your disguise technique from Vermouth? I feel that your disguise technique is stronger than his, so it seems unnecessary.”

Xincheng said somewhat helplessly, "I'm good at doing my own makeup, but not so good at doing other people's. Riesling, Stout, and Aquawit are just too conspicuous, so I'm thinking of finding them a makeup artist. In the future, when we're on a mission, we can also have that guy disguise us to avoid the same face appearing too often and attracting the attention of the police."

"Are you planning to cause trouble again?"

"No, I'm just looking for someone to deliver the documents." Xincheng stroked his chin. "After all, I'm a big shot. I can go to negotiate deals, but delivering..."

"So pretentious!" Ai Haibara muttered, then led her sister toward the restaurant.

These days, she's almost sick of the nutritional meals and canned food on the submarine and desperately needs to adjust her diet.

Seeing Ai Haibara and Akemi Sera leave, Stout walked to Shinjo's side, nervously rubbing his hands together, wanting to say something but not knowing how to start.

"You want to ask about Curaçao's injuries, right?" Shinjo rolled his eyes. "His hand was saved, and half of the bullets have been removed from his body, but it will take several months to recover."

"Is she alright..." Stout asked anxiously, "Why was only half of the bullet removed?"

“You shouldn’t ask me about this, you should ask her yourself,” Xincheng said with some helplessness. “Do you know how much half is? 12 warheads, all small caliber. If this weren’t a base and we weren’t well-prepared, we really wouldn’t dare to perform this surgery on her.”

"How can there be so many warheads!" Stout's face turned green. "There aren't any among the soldiers on the battlefield..."