Conan, I'm an actor

"This..." Conan didn't know how to explain for a moment, and looked at Haibara with some resentment.

"Enjoy this vacation while you can. Maybe this is the last one." Haibara looked at the car behind.

"Haibara, what's going on?" Sonoko said, somewhat annoyed. "Can you stop beating around the bush?"

“Oh, this is a secret between us,” Haibara said with a smile.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it."

In Nagoya, Shinjo arrived at the designated location, a bar. However, the bar was currently closed with a sign that read "Closed." Upon opening the door, he saw Gin sitting inside.

"As expected, you can't trust women." Shinjo plopped down on the bar. "That woman told me she didn't know your location, but then she handed me a business card. Was it a trap?"

"This is just a bar. It used to be a safe house, but it's abandoned now." Gin swirled the contents of his glass. "You were looking for me?"

“Indeed.” Xincheng took out a bottle of unopened foreign liquor. “It must be tough being trampled on. I heard you’re not well-liked in Europe, and half of your men have been recruited.”

Gin's face darkened, and he shook the glass in his hand, the ice cubes clinking inside, a sign of his displeasure.

“I can provide you with support to destroy the organization, or take it into your own hands.” Shinjo crossed his legs. “Think about it.”

Gin looked at Shinjo as if he were looking at a madman. Why would he betray the organization when he was perfectly fine?

“The drug has been successfully developed, and the organization's value is gone.” Shinjo poured himself a glass and then poured Gin a glass. “As the executor of the organization, you should know what this means.”

"The same number of people who were willing to protect the organization back then are now willing to destroy it," Gin scoffed. "Is that what you're trying to say?"

“Yes, after all, you are an unstable entity, and you still have dirt on them. Controlling public opinion in the short term, and then eliminating you all to prevent future troubles, that should be their idea.” Shinjo took out a USB drive from his pocket and threw it in front of Gin. “This contains part of the organization’s plan, which I just got from the CIA.”

"trade?"

"You need to make a deal for this? Just hack into the computer and download it." Shinjo rolled his eyes. "This isn't the last century, where computers exist."

Gin didn't look at the USB drive; he simply put the contents in his pocket and turned to leave.

"Hey, how can I contact you later?" Shinjo asked, staring at Gin's retreating figure.

"When I want to see you, I will find you." Gin walked out of the bar without turning his head.

“Then I’ll wait for you to contact me, but you’d better give me a call. You know what happened to Rum.” Shinjo took a sip of his drink. “I’m a bit of a coward, and it wouldn’t be good if I accidentally killed you.”

"You can do it, you can try." Gin sneered.

"I'd like to give it a try, but with your meager forces, I'm afraid I might accidentally destroy them all."

As the door slammed shut, Shinjo tapped on the table. "Hey, no need to hide anymore, where are you?"

“I’m hundreds of kilometers away right now, and I’m terrified of dying.” Vermouth’s voice came through the surveillance camera. “I thought you were going to have a life-or-death duel with him, and the one who survived would walk out of the tavern.”

“There’s no need for that. I prefer to make money peacefully,” Shinjo said with a smile. “So, what do you think of this suggestion? It’s the most efficient way to have him destroy the entire organization. Besides, I’m not very comfortable having someone like that watching me in the dark.”

"What are you planning to do? You know, the boss just promised you he wouldn't interfere in what's happening in Japan. Now you've stabbed him in the back. Do you think the boss will let you get away with this?"

"What can he do if he doesn't let me go? Giving up Japan is just doing me a favor. Even if I don't bring it up, he'll withdraw his people from Japan on his own in three months at most. Once he gets the APTX-4869 data, those officials will no longer be under his control, unless he can produce the complete version of the Silver Bullet."

Chapter 325 Himuro Reiji

"Then I congratulate you in advance on the success of your plan. I must remind you that the organization's influence in the United States is not weak."

"Oh, really? Then I'll wait and see." Shinjo interlaced his fingers. "It's more fun when the two sides are evenly matched. If it's one-sided, then I won't need to look for him."

"Oh, right, Gin just sent me a text message saying he planted a bomb in the hotel."

"Oh?" Shinjo's hand froze. As he began to listen intently, the module of his prosthetic eye started scanning the surroundings.

The bomb was quickly found under a table. It wasn't large; if detonated, it would at most destroy the bar. The detonation time was half an hour later. Gin was clearly trying to frame him and get him into trouble.

"What a troublesome little trick." Shinjo pulled out a small knife and began defusing the bomb.

“Oh, by the way, just so you know, the bombs here are from the same batch as those on the Suzuki Express train, and he also called the police for you.” Vermouth’s lips curled into a smile. “After leaving the bar.”

"Karen, cut off the surveillance video here!" Shinjo gave the order directly. "Also, find me a drone."

Vermouth shook her head as she looked at the cut-off surveillance video. Cooperating with Gin was no easy task. Given Gin's opinion of cognac, it would be good enough if he wasn't eliminated.

"But this is really surprising. What are you worried about? Why don't you just make your move?" Vermouth took out a cigarette, and just then, his phone vibrated.

She picked up her phone and looked at it with surprise. She then began packing her luggage, preparing to leave the hotel.

A dozen minutes later

An orange-red firework bloomed in the sky above Nagoya, scattering countless lightweight plastic fragments in the air before finally falling to the ground.

Several police officers standing guard at the bar entrance looked up at the sky, their mouths agape, their faces filled with disbelief.

“It should be a drone. Is the guy who reported the bomb trying to invite us to watch fireworks?” A member of the explosive ordnance disposal team picked up a fragment from the ground.

“Have you forgotten what happened in Tokyo? Recently, an organization has been attaching bombs to drones and then using them to carry out terrorist attacks,” the officer next to him reminded him. “That orange-red flame just now looked like C4. If the explosion had happened inside the bar, we would be lying on the ground by now.”

"You mean, someone is planning a terrorist attack using drones, and that previous phone call was a trap to lure us in?"

"That's possible, but it could also be a copycat crime, since the Metropolitan Police Department has never received any notifications from criminal suspects before. Looks like we're going to be busy for a while."

"Damn it, can't those guys just stay in Tokyo?"

"If someone else hears you say that, it could cause you trouble."

"cut!"

While the two officers were talking, the bomb disposal team members who had entered the bar came out. After inspection, they confirmed that there were no bombs in the bar.

Hotel in Nagoya

Shinjo looked at the message on his phone and breathed a sigh of relief. Gin had agreed to cooperate with him, but on one condition: the vodka had to be returned to Japan, and placed near him.

“Vodka is a die-hard Gin fan, are we really going to let him in?” Karen’s message immediately filled the screen on her phone. “I’m the first to object.”

The base on Jiuliang Island is now their headquarters, containing many cutting-edge technologies that are ahead of their time. If Vodka finds out about this and reveals it, they could very well become the next organization to be targeted.

“If we don’t agree to this condition, we won’t be able to win over Gin, and Gin might not feel comfortable cooperating with me.” Shinjo said, stroking his chin. “After that, you should contact Gin directly. Let him do whatever he wants in Europe and America. Even if he wants to bomb landmarks, you should provide him with assistance.”

"I have a feeling things are going to get chaotic..." Karen complained. "And we're running out of money. Do you know where we can find wealth, the kind that can be quickly converted into cash?"

“I do know something about the wealth, but it seems there’s no way to access it. Why don’t you put some of the unnecessary research on hold for now? You can take your time with the lunar base project; that project is the most expensive.” Xincheng picked at his ear. “By the way, could you make a concealed headset? The old one wasn’t comfortable to wear.”

“Come to the base in a couple of days, and I’ll add a communication module directly into the prosthetic eye module. It’ll be even more discreet.” Karen seemed to have thought of something and paused for a moment. “By the way, it seems someone is planning something against Little Mustache.”

"A mustache? Kogoro Mouri?" Shinjo was taken aback. "Is someone targeting him?"

“A robber named Reiji Himuro has been released from prison. He seems to be planning to kill his accomplice who implicated him as revenge against Kogoro Mouri.” Karen’s voice wavered slightly. “I’ve uncovered evidence that he killed a guard before. Should we take action?”

"Make a move?"

"If these materials are handed over to the Metropolitan Police Department, he should go back to jail."

“There’s no need for that. I believe Mori can handle this.” Shinjo stretched. “It’s not like we’re solving a case. He should be able to manage.”

"But I feel..."

"Are you very free? If you are, why don't you check those congressmen's overseas accounts? If they accidentally die one day, this money can be transferred to our account."

"This work is being done by Hongshu."

“Hiroki? Isn’t Hiroki setting up that Global Arcade project?” Shinjo suddenly realized something. “That project, you weren’t the one who suggested it, were you?”

"How is that possible!"

"It's quite possible. Finding Nori through the arcade and then having a romance or something, I think that's something you'd do. After all, you're the kind of person who's willing to ruin yourself for a boyfriend," Shinjo said, stroking his chin. "But I have to warn you, Nori in this timeline might..."

Before Xin Cheng could finish speaking, his prosthetic eye suddenly displayed garbled text, clearly indicating that Karen wanted to teach him a lesson. This also confirmed his suspicions: this woman was indeed a hopeless romantic.

Just then, a message popped up on my phone, from Ai Haibara, asking where Gin was.

"You seem quite worried. Are you too confident in your charm?" Shinjo typed a text message and sent it over. "Or is there some special bond between you and Gin?"

To be honest, he was really curious about why Gin kept pursuing Sherry. It seemed that in Gin's eyes, Sherry was the most special one.

Soon, he received a message that was very simple, containing just one word—"Get lost."

He tried to send another message, but the other party showed that he had been blocked.

"That's really unique, but it makes me even more curious." Shinjo put his phone back in his pocket.

Inside a hotel not far away

Haibara angrily stuffed her phone into her pocket. She made up her mind to release Shinjo from the dark room a week later.

"Whose information?" Conan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Oh my god, when did you become so interested in girls' private matters?" Haibara raised one eyelid. "Just keep these kids company. After all, Conan Edogawa will be missing when we get back."

"You mean the antidote has been successfully developed?" Conan's face lit up with ecstasy.

"I'm not so keen on giving it to you now."

"No, Haibara-sama!"

Sonoko watched Conan and Ai interacting in the distance and said with some envy, "Are kids dating so early these days? By the way, Ran, you know you like Shinichi... What's wrong? You look so pale."

"It's nothing, I just feel that the guy who suddenly disappeared needs to be taught a lesson," Xiaolan said awkwardly.

"Indeed, but why didn't you let me go out to look for him on the train? Now he's disappeared again, and we can't find him anywhere."

"Because he said he'd finished his business soon and would tell me later what he'd been dealing with," Xiaolan said with a smile, though the smile seemed somewhat forced.

A few days later

When Kogoro Mouri parked his car in front of Professor Agasa's house, Ai Haibara handed Conan a box. Unlike last time, this time there was only one pill inside.

"This medicine..."

"It's permanent. When you eat it is up to you," Haibara said with a smile. "This time, don't try to disappear without a trace. Remember to say goodbye before you vanish."

"I know, I know, you don't need to tell me these things."

Conan was also having a bit of a headache. It would be a lie to say he had absolutely no feelings for the three kids. In fact, it would be fair to say he was now somewhat dependent on them; if those three kids weren't around causing trouble…

"When are you going to take this medicine?" Conan asked, staring at Ai Haibara.

"Me? I probably won't eat it in my entire life," Haibara said with a smile. "Oh, and remember to keep it a secret from my sister."

"what?"

"If my sister, with her love-struck mind, does something impulsive, I'll be really troubled." Haibara stretched. "Goodbye, Great Detective."

Ran's expression was also somewhat somber. She still vividly remembered the helplessness she felt when Shinichi suddenly disappeared. If Conan were to suddenly disappear, those children might feel the same way he did.