Conan, I'm an actor

Conan was also a bit troubled, so he decided to pass the buck to his all-powerful mother, saying that his whole family was going to immigrate abroad and that he was also going to study abroad.

Kogoro Mouri noticed the awkward atmosphere in the car and stretched. "I'm exhausted. Oh, by the way, Inspector Megure called me yesterday and said that the organization's influence in Japan has been completely eradicated this time. From now on, we won't have to hide like thieves anymore."

Conan's smile was forced; he had already guessed it, otherwise Ai Haibara wouldn't have given him the medicine at this time.

"You're worried about the kids, aren't you? Just find an excuse and say you've gone abroad," Kogoro Mouri said, stroking his chin. "Or, instead of saying you've gone abroad, just say you're transferring to a school in Kyoto or Osaka. They can't possibly travel that far to find you, can they?"

"It's really hard to say, after all, this time they went to Nagoya. And last time..."

Kogoro Mouri's expression froze. These children's parents might really allow them to do this. Fortunately, Yukiko and Yusaku Kudo had indeed gone abroad and had the ability to get this child abroad as well.

"Don't think about it too much yet. Let's finish summer vacation first. We'll still need to handle transfer procedures and stuff, and besides, there might still be remnants of organized crime in Japan that haven't been wiped out," Kogoro Mouri said. "Taking medication now is too early. We should at least wait for the Metropolitan Police Department to give their conclusion."

"That's true." Conan could only use such an excuse to numb himself.

It's already mid-August in the blink of an eye.

Xincheng sat cross-legged in the computer chair, watching the surveillance video in front of him, yawning repeatedly.

The person on the surveillance camera was none other than Reiji Himuro, who harbored a deep resentment towards Kogoro Mouri. At that moment, this guy was brushing some kind of liquid onto the railing.

"You seem to be planning to watch the show," Karen asked, somewhat puzzled. "Aren't you going to rescue them?"

“That Numao? There’s no need to save him. He was involved in killing the guard.” Shinjo leaned back in his chair. “He only revealed Himuro Reiji’s hiding place and information about the crime because Kogoro Mouri promised to get him a reduced sentence. He was involved in both the killing of the guard and the bank robbery. Or rather, the reason he’s been able to get away with it for so long is entirely because Himuro Reiji didn’t betray him. He might even have to thank Himuro.”

"Dogs fighting, a mouthful of fur?"

“If you want to understand it that way, there’s no problem.” Shinjo rested his chin on his hand. “By the way, what has Haibara been doing lately? I’ve seen her holed up in the lab for a long time now.”

Why don't you just ask her?

She blocked me.

“Serves him right. By the way, should we leave some evidence for this guy?” Karen suddenly asked. “After all, if we follow your method, Numao’s death could very well be ruled an accident.”

"Need not."

In the surveillance footage, Numao looked at the almost completely rotten stair railing, a satisfied smile on his face, and took out a cell phone to dial a number.

"Next, we need to lure that idiot detective into the trap," Himuro Reiji said viciously. "He made me spend so much time in jail!"

Thanks to Kogoro Mouri's "fame," he had thoroughly investigated his enemy. He was greedy for small gains, spoke without thinking, and was impulsive.

Now, all you need is a coupon to guide the other party to a predetermined location.

"Next, it will be your time to be utterly disgraced, Kogoro Mouri." A cruel smile appeared on Reiji Himuro's face. "Fall into the abyss together with that traitor."

Chapter 326 The Robber's Past

In the afternoon

Kogoro Mouri received a letter from a man named Murakami.

"Strange, I don't seem to know anyone with the surname Murakami." Kogoro Mouri opened the letter. "Dear Mr. Mouri, thank you so much for helping me in the last incident. I don't know how to thank you properly, but I happen to have some dessert coupons that I can use as a token of my gratitude."

"Did the client send it?" Conan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"That shouldn't be the case. I haven't received any requests from people with the surname Murakami recently." Kogoro Mouri poured out a coupon from the letter. "The coupon amount is quite large, but it's only valid for a limited time..."

"What does it matter? I've got nothing to do lately anyway," Xiaolan said with a smile. "I'm craving ice cream and parfaits too."

"It's bad for children's teeth to eat sweets."

"I'm not a child anymore."

"Dentists are expensive."

"But the dessert coupon is free, and it would be a waste not to use it. Dad, you're not planning to eat it all by yourself, are you?"

"How could this be! Am I that kind of person?"

Conan watched the father and daughter arguing in front of him and slowly put the question of the limited-time consumption out of his mind.

Soon the day described on the coupon arrived, and Kogoro Mouri, along with Conan and Ran, went directly to the dessert shop listed on the coupon. Ordering and redeeming the coupon went smoothly.

Looking at the dessert in front of him, Kogoro Mouri quickly forgot his annoyance at his father-in-law taking his daughter and son-in-law out on a date, and the sugar soothed his heart.

"By the way, Uncle, did you ask the staff at the dessert shop about the vouchers?"

"Yes, they said a customer bought a batch of vouchers from them before, it seems to be a company promotion. I think the client who wanted to thank us must be an employee of that company."

Hearing that it was a benefit given to employees by a company, Conan felt relieved. After they finished enjoying their desserts, a staff member suddenly came over.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Kogoro Mouri?" the shop assistant asked very politely.

"Want an autograph?" Kogoro was in a particularly good mood and didn't mind the fan's small request.

"No, someone is looking for Mr. Mori." The shop assistant smiled shyly and handed over a telephone extension.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Detective, it's been a long time." A very arrogant voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Who are you?" Mori was taken aback. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"You're really cold-hearted, aren't you? You've actually forgotten about me, Mr. Himuro Reiji."

"Himuro? You're Himuro!" Kogoro Mouri's pupils contracted instantly. "Are you that Himuro?"

Seeing Kogoro Mouri's unusual reaction, Conan knew there was something wrong with the call, so he walked over to him and pressed the speakerphone button.

"That's great, you're having a good time with the kids out to play," Himuro said with a smile.

"What are you going to do!" Kogoro Mouri asked nervously.

He was the one who sent Himuro Reiji to prison in the first place, and he was also the one who obtained the decisive evidence. It can be said that Himuro Reiji's successful imprisonment was entirely thanks to him, and he didn't believe that such a guy was calling him to thank him.

"Hehehe, from now on, someone is going to die because of you." Himuro looked at the confectionery shop across the street, a smile playing on his lips. Judging by the timeline, that traitor Numao should be dead by now.

A few kilometers away on a street, a middle-aged man fell from a great height along with a broken railing, landing headfirst and dying instantly, accompanied by a scream.

The patrol officers had never seen anything like it before. They were so frightened that they fell to the ground and it took them a long time to realize that they needed to call for an ambulance and the police.

At the entrance of Beiwu Department Store

Conan had reached the edge of the street and began using the magnification function on his glasses to search for the culprit.

Since the prisoner could see Uncle Mori taking him out to play, it proves that he is in this area, either in this building or in the building across the street.

Soon, he spotted a person making a phone call standing at the window of the department store across the street.

"Over there!" Conan shouted.

Following Conan's pointing finger, Kogoro Mouri also saw Reiji Himuro standing at the window making a phone call, and he was greeting him.

Without any hesitation, he rushed out.

He quickly found the floor where the ice cream parlor was located, and, panting heavily, began to compose himself. The guy in front of him was an extremely ruthless bank robber; he had to be careful.

"Oh, when I looked out, I saw you guys right across the street. I suddenly felt nostalgic, so I called you," Himuro Reiji said, waving his hand.

"What are you talking about?! What did you say on the phone?!" Kogoro Mori glared at Himuro and demanded, "You said someone would die somewhere!"

By this time, a crowd of onlookers had gathered at the stairwell.

"Hehehe, that matter is already too late." Himuro laughed slyly.

Just then, his phone rang. Before he could answer it, Kogoro Mouri grabbed his collar, and the phone fell to the ground. For some reason, it was on speakerphone.

"What did you say? What do you mean by this?" Kogoro Mori asked, shaking Himuro's body.

"The person he's talking about should be himself, but his location is yet to be determined," a voice with a voice changer came from the phone.

Reiji Himuro looked surprised; clearly, this was not something he had expected.

Just then, the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the department store suddenly shattered, and a bullet grazed Himuro's scalp, leaving a bloody gash.

Himuro felt a sharp pain in his head, followed by something warm flowing down. He trembled and reached out to touch his head, looking at his hand covered in bright red blood, and let out a shrill scream.

"It's a gunman! Get away from the window!" Kogoro Mori shouted immediately.

Those who were watching the commotion scattered and fled, leaving only Himuro Reiji standing there with his phone, questioning who the other person was.

"Next time, don't shake your head so fast," the person on the other end of the phone said. "You've escaped with your life. I'll come back to take your life in a couple of days."

"Who are you, you bastard!" Himuro Reiji stared at the disconnected phone and threw his phone away violently.

"It seems that it's not just you who wants to kill others, but others who want to kill you too." Kogoro Mouri straightened his clothes, which were somewhat disheveled from running.

"Damn it, aren't you a policeman? Didn't you hear someone threatening me just now?" Himuro panicked completely at this moment.

The bullet had just grazed his scalp; death was so close.

“Protecting you is a police job, but I haven’t been a policeman for many years. You can choose to call the police, but do you really think you can escape?” Kogoro Mouri looked out the window.

The moment the bullets flew over, he looked towards the roof of the building opposite, but he didn't spot the sniper.

Judging from the direction the bullet came from, the sniper must have fired from the rooftop of that building, about 700 meters away. This distance exceeds the maximum range of a regular rifle, so it's very likely a specialized sniper rifle. This guy has probably messed with a professional assassin.

"Aren't you a detective? I can hire you, for whatever price."

"Sorry, I won't accept. You have the right to make the request, and I have the money to refuse. Your money is too dirty." Kogoro Mouri's eyes instantly turned extremely sharp.

This guy just got out of prison, so he shouldn't have any money. The fact that he said "any amount is fine" suggests only two possibilities: either someone gave him money, or he committed other crimes that he didn't confess to.

With that thought in mind, he prepared to arrest the guy in front of him.

Himuro Reiji seemed to realize he had said the wrong thing and fled in panic.

Just as Kogoro Mouri was about to give chase, he discovered that Conan had grabbed his trouser leg.

"What are you doing, Conan!"

“Uncle Mori, you’re a detective now, not a policeman. And the police need evidence to arrest someone,” Conan said seriously. “That Himuro angered you just now because he wanted those people to film you assaulting him and use public opinion to destroy you. If it weren’t for that bullet just now, you would have already stepped into his trap.”

“Yes, Dad, those people had already taken out their phones to take pictures.” Xiaolan quickly added, “You’re a public figure now, you need to be mindful of your influence.”

"What bullshit about impact? Didn't you hear? Someone's going to die!"

"It's precisely because we heard that we need to stay calm and avoid being led by the nose." Conan looked at the broken phone that had been thrown on the ground.

Who made that phone call just now? Japan has strict gun control, so the only people who could get a sniper rifle in a place like this, besides an organization, seem to be Uncle Shinjo's gang.

However, he quickly ruled out Shinjo as an option. Shinjo was a ruthless man who could go head-to-head with the organization. If they had made a move, Himuro Reiji's head would have definitely been blown apart by that shot.

"Let's contact Inspector Megure first and see if anyone has died in the last few days," Conan suggested. "Since he dared to tell you this, it means the deceased must have had eyewitnesses and would have reported it to the police so you would know that someone had died."