Conan, I'm an actor

"Today we have invited Professor Chiaki Ohta, who specializes in bacteria, to give us an explanation."

A woman appears in the picture, with her introduction thoughtfully posted next to her: Chiaki Ohta from Beika Medical University, a scholar of considerable stature.

“Once infected with this bacteria, certain parts of the body will first itch and develop a rash. Then, there will be a high fever for several days, followed by multiple organ failure, and finally death,” Chiaki Ota said.

As Conan watched the TV program featuring Chiaki Ota, and then recalled Shinjo asking him to prepare antibiotics the night before, he realized he might know the type of bacteria.

"What's wrong, Kudo?"

“I think I might know what kind of bacteria is missing,” Conan said after a moment of silence. “It’s probably anthrax.”

“I already knew it was anthrax. Last night, when the red Siamese cat attacked the National Tokyo Institute of Microbiology, a reporter from Nichiri TV was on the scene and covered it.” Hattori was taken aback. “How did you figure that out?”

"Because the symptoms of infection are very similar to those of inhaled anthrax, which has a mortality rate as high as 85%," Conan said with a dark face. "Inhaled anthrax infection is similar to a common cold in the first two days, so it is often overlooked. By the time it is discovered, it is already too late, and the organs have begun to fail."

"This..." Hattori didn't know much about bacteria, so he picked up his computer and started searching for anthrax, and found that it was indeed the same as what Conan had said.

"Isn't this too hasty?"

“If that were all, I wouldn’t be able to make such a judgment.” Conan paused for a moment. “I met with Uncle Shinjo last night, and he mentioned to me that I should prepare antibiotics. Anthrax treatment uses antibiotics, and as long as antibiotics are injected in time, anthrax will not be fatal.”

"That older man? Does he know something?"

“He definitely knows something; his intelligence network is beyond our comprehension.” Conan stared at the newspaper. “There’s something wrong.”

Chapter 336 Boarding the Ship

"What's the problem?" Hattori's interest was immediately piqued.

“If the criminals only wanted to steal the virus, there was absolutely no need to blow up the lab.” Conan flipped through the newspaper in front of him.

“That’s true.” Hattori frowned and asked, “But speaking of which, have you ever heard of the Red Siamese Cats organization?”

"No. All I know is that they've been carrying out terrorist attacks against large corporations for over a decade," Conan said, looking at the horrifying headlines in the newspaper.

"Because we were just kids back then," Hattori said with a smile, as if he had just remembered something. "Sorry, sorry, Conan is still a kid now."

"You're so annoying!"

"By the way, Kudo, you said you were going to take some kind of skyship, right?" Hattori flipped through the newspaper and saw a news item that read, "The world's largest airship is completed," "The one that flies from Tokyo to Osaka."

"Yeah." Conan sighed helplessly. "Because that old man never learns his lesson and has challenged Kaito Kid again. I heard that guy just replied 'OK'. By the way, those kids will be on the ship too, so I'll leave the rooms to them."

"By the way, is that antidote real?" Hattori's hand, which was flipping through the newspaper, froze in mid-air. "I'm just afraid..."

"The antidote was developed by the same people who made that drug, so there shouldn't be any problem." Conan sighed helplessly. "I should be the first clinical trial participant."

"Oh, this seems like a lot of trouble." Hattori sighed.

“Indeed.” Conan turned to the page with the challenge from old man Jirokichi Suzuki, a smile playing on his lips.

The old man must be furious that his carefully planned front-page headline was stolen.

And indeed, just as he had predicted, inside the Suzuki family mansion,

"Damn it! Those damned red cat thieves, they managed to steal the front page of the news about the world's first airship, which I single-handedly built, in just a few moves!" Suzuki Jirokichi had already crumpled the newspaper that was delivered that morning into a ball.

The servants outside only glanced inside before continuing to stand guard at the door. They were used to this; Suzuki's temper would become quite volatile whenever something related to Kaito Kid came up.

"Right, gather the reporters! This time, the gem must be covered, reported on thoroughly!" Suzuki Jirokichi took a deep breath.

“But sir, the Phantom Thief’s base is skilled in disguise. If too many people board the ship, he could easily blend in,” the butler said hesitantly.

"Tch! Me, afraid of him?" Suzuki Jirokichi said dismissively. "But you're right. Then let's prepare a grand press conference in Osaka. I want the news of Kaito Kid's failure to make the front page."

The butler sighed, wondering why the old man had suddenly become so obsessed with front-page headlines.

Three days later, in the airport parking lot

Shinjo was sleeping in his car; he was picking up Vermouth today. In his sleep, he heard the car door open and someone sitting in the passenger seat. He was about to greet them when he felt something pressing against his temple.

Almost instinctively, he drew his gun and pointed it at the person next to him. After seeing that it was Vermouth, he rolled his eyes and put the gun away.

“You don’t seem to be afraid at all that I could shoot you.” Vermouth put away her pistol.

"You have no reason to kill me, and in that situation just now, you couldn't have killed me. You can try if you don't believe me." Shinjo rolled his eyes. "Finding weapons right after getting off the plane, have airport security become that lax lately?"

“I’m on a private jet.” Vermouth fastened her seatbelt. “What’s going on? Why do you want me to be that child’s mother?”

“No problem, I’ll handle the details. That kid wants to say goodbye to the kids.” Xincheng started the car as he spoke. “I asked you to come here this time so you can work as my bodyguard.”

“Hiring me is very expensive, and travel expenses need to be reimbursed.” Vermouth looked out the window. “Tell me the specifics, and I’ll give you a quote.”

"You should know about the Tokyo National Institute of Microbiology, right? That red Siamese cat has come back to life."

"Red Siamese cats? They still dare to make a move?" Vermouth raised an eyebrow. "Weren't they all wiped out back then?"

"It must be an imposter."

"Of all people to impersonate, why impersonate a red Siamese cat? How could there be such a stupid creature in the world?" Vermouth was speechless. "Back then, those guys offended so many tycoons that several countries had to join forces to wipe them out."

“They probably don’t even know what a red Siamese cat represents,” Shinjo chuckled. “But their goal is clear: Tokyo’s zaibatsu.”

"The Suzuki Zaibatsu? They've been making the biggest moves lately." Vermouth lit a cigarette. "If I remember correctly, Mr. Suzuki seems to have planned some kind of event involving the world's first airship and even declared war on Kaito Kid."

“Conan and those kids will be boarding that ship.” Shinjo stretched. “He doesn’t want those kids’ trip to be ruined, and neither do I.”

"Is it permissible to kill someone?" Vermouth immediately grasped the crux of the matter.

"I'm sorry, no, we can't leave such a bad impression on the children."

"So, as long as the children don't see it, it's fine, right?"

You can understand it that way.

"Understood. So what weapons have you prepared?"

"MP5s and Glock 18s, I'll set up an armory on the airship, it'll be stocked with long guns."

“That’s enough.” Vermouth rolled her eyes. “Do they really need this much equipment on a bunch of ordinary people who just got weapons? You’re getting more and more timid.”

“Really? I think so too.” Shinjo rubbed his temples. “Rena Mizunashi and Stout will also be on the airship; they’ll be a reporter and a photographer, respectively.”

Vermouth's lips twitched. "They're stealing bacteria. Shouldn't you prepare a doctor?"

“Sung-shi’s marksmanship is poor, and he hasn’t received professional training. He might be a hindrance if he goes up there, so I didn’t bring him,” Shin-jo said matter-of-factly. “Besides, the type of bacteria that was stolen has been identified. If symptoms do appear, medication will be administered immediately, so it’ll be fine.”

"That's for the best." Vermouth sighed, having a feeling that things would eventually turn into something very complicated.

A few days later, in the suburbs of Tokyo

"Why hasn't Conan arrived yet?" Genta asked, somewhat impatiently.

"Look over there, it's Uncle Mori and the others. Conan should be here by now," Mitsuhiko said, pointing to a car in the distance.

Ayumi had already run over. The children were really looking forward to seeing each other again after such a long holiday. But when they got to the car, they found that Conan wasn't there at all, and they were a little confused.

"Ran-neechan, where's Conan?" Ayumi was the first to ask.

Ran looked at Ayumi's expectant face, her eyes twitching slightly. "Conan, he'll be a little late today. His parents rushed back from abroad, saying they're taking him abroad to study."

"what?"

Why?

"Why so many questions?" Kogoro Mouri adjusted his tie. "His parents thought he couldn't keep playing around and needed to receive an elite education, so they took him back home. It's their family matter."

The three little ones' happy expressions instantly vanished. The thought of parting with their best friends made them feel that the trip was no longer worthwhile.

"So cherish this meeting, because you might never see each other again." Xiaolan added a sarcastic remark while looking at the expressions on the three little ones' faces.

“It’s nothing, it’s not like we’ll never see each other again if we go abroad. When you’re older, you can fly over there…” Sonoko realized something was off halfway through her sentence, looked up and saw Ran’s meaningful smile, and immediately shut up.

A short while later, the interview van from Nichiri TV arrived, and Rena Mizunashi and Stout, disguised as a photographer, got out of the van.

“She’s a reporter from the TV station. I’ve seen her host programs.” Genta recognized Rena Mizunashi immediately.

"It really is that older sister." Mitsuhiko recognized her as well.

Influenced by the two lovable characters, Ayumi also selectively forgot about Conan's impending departure.

Soon, Shinjo and Vermouth arrived at the scene with Conan. Seeing the children happily circling around Rena Mizunashi, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The children's mood instantly turned somber when they saw Conan arrive.

"Don't be so discouraged. Even if we can't meet in person, we can still call each other, right?" Conan said with a smile. "I've gone abroad, not died."

"really?"

"Really." Conan scratched the back of his head. "Video calls aren't out of the question either."

Shinjou just told him that he could help him develop a program that, once activated, would display Conan's face in video chats, essentially patching his system.

Moreover, Conan's face will change over time, eventually becoming exactly the same as their own, at most just growing a little faster, which the children probably won't notice.

“That’s true.” Mitsuhiko knew a lot about this kind of technology, so he didn’t take it to heart.

As the deadline arrived, everyone quickly began boarding the airship.

As the spaceship took off, the children came to the observation deck and looked at the scene below. The three little ones quickly exclaimed in amazement.

But at this moment, Kogoro Mouri spoiled the mood again by showing his fear of heights.

"But will Kidd really come?" Genta asked with some curiosity.

“He will definitely come.” Sonoko took out her phone. “Uncle Jirokichi has received a reply, you can see.”

“HE NO GO N DE O KESHIMASH.” Genta read out each word as he looked at the picture on his phone.

Sonoko was a little confused when she heard Genta read the picture aloud. She thought she had picked up the wrong picture, so she picked up her phone and glanced at it. Then she said speechlessly, "Hey, how can you only read the hiragana?"

"Hehehe." Genta chuckled somewhat helplessly.

“Listen carefully.” Sonoko began to repeat Kid’s announcement, “I gladly accept your invitation to the airship, but I cannot bear to see you, at the age of 72, forced to be in a state of tension for six consecutive hours. I will only accept the treasure after the airship enters the skies above Osaka in the evening. Until I complete my mission, please enjoy the airship journey, Phantom Thief Kid.”

After reading it, Sonoko started her usual infatuation.

"I've always thought her personality was really unique," Ai Haibara remarked.

"Yeah." Conan sighed helplessly.

"Speaking of which, are we the only passengers this time?" Professor Agasa asked with some concern. Ever since boarding the spaceship, he had felt a little uneasy, perhaps because, like Kogoro Mouri, he felt uneasy because he couldn't put his feet on the ground.

“No, besides the reporter from Nichiuri TV, there seems to be another news reporter named Fujioka.” Sonoko peeked around, quickly finding a middle-aged man. “That’s him, Fujioka Takamichi. He said he really wanted to write a report on the duel between Uncle Jirokichi and Kid. He volunteered himself. There are others…”

Just then, a chubby middle-aged man approached Kogoro Mouri.