Conan, I'm an actor

"You must be Mr. Kogoro Mouri. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Masaki Mizukawa, a producer at Nichiri TV." The middle-aged man handed over his business card and then introduced the two people behind him, "These two are reporter Kasumi Nishitani and cameraman Junpei Ishimoto."

Kogoro Mouri was taken aback when he saw the business card. "Yuri TV? Isn't Yomiuri TV the station for Rena Mizunashi and that foreign photographer?"

"They're in charge of the live broadcast project, while we're filming the interior of the airship for later production into a program," Mizukawa immediately explained.

Kasumi Nishitani and Junpei Ishimoto immediately greeted Kogoro Mouri with utmost respect.

"Our television station has secured the exclusive broadcasting rights for this showdown between Mr. Suzuki and Kid," Mizukawa said with a smile.

"If I remember correctly, there seems to be a special program this evening," Kogoro Mouri said with a smile.

"Yes, I originally planned to use all of our station's manpower for the broadcast, just like last time, but unfortunately, we ran into this kind of situation." Mizukawa shrugged helplessly.

"Huh?" Kogoro Mori immediately realized that Mizukawa was talking about the red Siamese cat. "You mean the red Siamese cat?"

"Yes, ever since they announced a new operation within seven days, the station has been preparing for any unforeseen circumstances..."

Watching the conversation not far away, Conan looked at his nominal father, Makoto Edogawa, hoping to glean some information from his expression. If he remembered correctly, the deadline for the announcement was today, and Shinjo had asked him to prepare antibiotics again. Could the red Siamese cat have its eye on this skyship? If they needed a stage for their comeback, there was no more suitable stage than this skyship.

Chapter 337 BELL TREE

However, the "Edogawa couple" were unusually calm, constantly laughing and joking, just like a couple deeply in love.

Conan sighed helplessly and could only go over and give him a reminder.

"Hey!"

"Call me Dad," Shinjo said silently.

"Dad..." Conan said, forcing a smile, "Do you think the red Siamese cat might have its eye on this skyship?"

“It’s not a question of whether or not, it’s a certainty.” Shinjo stroked his chin. “Back then, the Red Siamese Cats were just doing things for money, but they were renege on their promises, and a lot of people died in the end. If I were the leader of the Red Siamese Cats and reorganized them, I would definitely do something big to make those people feel fear.”

"Refusing to pay?"

“Mercenaries are paid to do things, and attacking those big conglomerates is no different. Who do you think placed the order?” Xincheng stretched. “There are a few outstanding payments that haven’t been made yet.”

Karen discovered this; it was a substantial amount. She originally planned to impersonate a red Siamese cat to collect the debts, and if these guys didn't agree to repay, she'd make the fake Siamese cat real. However, Shinjo ultimately stopped the plan; it wasn't necessary or worth it.

"What do we do then!" Conan exclaimed anxiously. "Why didn't you say something like this sooner?"

"What's the use of saying so earlier?" Xincheng glanced at everyone on the airship. "Who do you think is on Red Siamese Cat's side here?"

Conan looked around and then froze, because the number of people didn't match up.

Rena Mizunashi and the photographer are members of the organization, and Shinjo and the woman next to him could not possibly be the Red Siamese Cat.

Aside from the people they knew, the only strangers they had were the three people from Nichiri TV and the reporter named Takamichi Fujioka. But there were seven people in the Red Siamese Cats, so the numbers didn't match up.

The red Siamese cats weren't on the airship, or rather, they were on the spaceship; only a portion of them were.

“That Mizukawa can’t be a mercenary, he’s too fat. Besides, he was there when Kid performed his aerial walk, and he was even broadcasting it live,” Conan said, looking down. “So it seems the problem lies with those two reporters and the photographer.”

"Don't overthink it, just enjoy the trip." Xincheng stretched his neck. "It's an adult matter, kids shouldn't get involved."

"You talk like you're my dad."

“But now, he’s your father, isn’t he, Conan?” Vermouth mimicked Yukiko’s voice, placing her hands on Conan’s shoulders and whispering in his ear.

Conan shuddered, then smiled awkwardly, "Mom and Dad, I'll go find Genta and the others now."

"Be careful." Xincheng nodded slightly.

Vermouth walked over to Newtown and asked, "When will they board the plane, and from where will they board?"

"Are you planning to take care of them before they board the plane?" Shinjo chuckled. "Don't worry, I've prepared two Stingers on the airship. When they arrive, I'll send them to heaven."

"Where did you get these weapons? But you'd better not use them." Vermouth looked at Sonoko Suzuki standing by the window. "If it turns out the helicopter was shot down by Stinger, the Suzuki Group will be in danger."

Shinjo's eyes narrowed slightly. Holding a gun could be explained, but possessing Stinger missiles would give even the Suzuki Group a run for their money.

It seems the only option is to let these guys in and then trap them. Fortunately, this airship is large enough to deal with them before they reach the passenger cabin.

Over there, everyone was already standing together discussing the red Siamese cat.

"By the way, what exactly did those prisoners want to do with that bacteria?" Junpei Ishimoto asked curiously.

“Yeah, yeah, I heard that once you get infected, you’re guaranteed to die,” Nishiya Kasumi chimed in.

"And I've also heard that it can be transmitted through droplets."

"Yeah, that's scary."

"He said it would be transmitted through what means?" Genta asked, somewhat confused.

"It's spread through droplets!" Mitsuhiko said with a hint of helplessness.

"It means it can be transmitted through coughing and sneezing. I've heard that children are especially susceptible to infection, so be careful," Haibara said with a wry smile.

The three little ones' expressions instantly fell. Although they didn't have a concrete concept of death, they knew that death was an extremely terrifying thing.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Takashi Fujioka walked over with his hands in his pockets. “Whether it’s a killer bacterium or whatever, I’ve been to many places full of bacteria before. And now? I’m still as lively as ever. Humans are much tougher than bacteria.”

“That’s right,” Mitsuhiko immediately chimed in.

“However, kids like you will probably be…” Fujioka Takamichi looked at his shoulder, where a hand had appeared out of nowhere.

“If you’re not smart, I don’t mind checking you out, Mr. Fujioka.” Shinjo’s hand tightened slightly. “As your guardian, I have to teach the adults who scare the children a lesson.”

“I think you’ve misunderstood.” Fujioka Takamichi’s face twitched slightly, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. What was on his shoulder felt not like a hand, but like an iron clamp, and his shoulder blades felt like they were about to be crushed.

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, you know it in your heart. Don't do anything unnecessary." Shinjo patted Fujioka Takamichi on the shoulder.

"Is this Mr. Edogawa?" Sonoko asked, leaning closer to Ran.

"Yes." Ran looked at Conan somewhat awkwardly. She knew that Conan had hired someone to be his father, but Conan didn't show any unnatural expression on his face.

"Who cares what kind of bacteria they are!" Grandpa Suzuki Jirokichi burst into laughter. "No matter where those guys release bacteria, as long as you stay on the ship, you're absolutely safe."

Conan looked at the old man laughing wildly and said helplessly, "Well, he has to keep flying."

But he soon noticed something: Vermouth had disappeared. Logically, Shinjo should have been traveling with Vermouth; could it be that she had some special mission to complete?

At that moment, Vermouth stood at the door of the smoking room, watching a waitress walk into it, and helplessly took out her phone to send a message.

Metropolitan Police Department

"Still unable to ascertain the identities of those criminals?" Inspector Megure asked anxiously.

"Yes, the former executives of the Red Siamese Cat, who are currently serving their sentences, also insist that they know nothing about it." Shiratori was also a bit troubled.

“Currently, the only clue we have is that ampoule, and we can’t find the same design among manufacturers both domestically and internationally.” Sato was also a bit of a headache. “We speculate that it was made by a red Siamese cat.”

“That ampoule was left in the research institute’s parking lot, which means…” Chiba stared at the ampoule on the table, hesitating to speak.

"I think it's highly likely that those prisoners brought multiple empty ampoules into the research institute," Shiratori interrupted Chiba.

“They put the bacteria into ampoules and took them away, but one of the ampoules was accidentally left behind.” Sato frowned. “But that doesn’t make sense.”

“Yes, it is quite difficult and dangerous to put bacteria into a new container.” Takagi frowned. “Even with a considerable level of chemical knowledge, it is still extremely dangerous to do it.”

"So, the question is why they didn't just take it away." Inspector Megure held the bottle on the table, his brows furrowed. "And more than ten years have passed, why would they reappear like ghosts? What is their purpose?"

Just then, Inspector Megure's phone rang. He glanced at his subordinate and said, "Excuse me, I need to take this call. Shinjo, what do you need me for at this hour? I'm swamped with work."

"I saw on the news that you found an empty ampoule, so I wanted to call and confirm," Shin-chan's voice came through the phone.

"You didn't find it too, did you?!" Megure immediately tensed up.

"I just wanted to ask if the ampoule has the red Siamese cat's own markings on it," Shinjo asked with a smile.

"Where are you right now? I'm coming right away. Oh, and stay where you are. Try to isolate the crowd!" Inspector Megure immediately tensed up.

The officers who heard the phone call began preparing to depart, since it involved deadly bacteria, and they had to wear all kinds of protective gear before going.

"You're being too nervous," Shinjo said somewhat helplessly. "I'm on the Skyship right now, the one flying from Tokyo to Osaka, the one owned by the Suzuki family. As for that ampoule, send me a picture if you can."

"What are you doing...?"

“The red Siamese cats like to target large conglomerates, and today is the deadline.” Xincheng stood by the window, stroking his chin. “There’s a high probability they’ll target this skyship.”

"Can we stop this airship first?" Inspector Megure said immediately. "Or change its course. In short, we can't let this airship land in Osaka."

As Japan's second-largest city, Osaka is also one of the few cities with a population of over one million. If bacteria were to spread there, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“There’s no suitable reason.” Shinjo stroked his chin. “I can only keep an eye on it for you. After all, this skyship is currently the focus of everyone’s attention.”

The world's first skyship and the red Siamese cat are two recent hot news topics. Nichiri TV's lack of attention to the skyship is because they have exclusive broadcasting rights within the skyship, but other media outlets are different. The predictable path of the skyship is far more attention-grabbing than the potential appearance of the red Siamese cat.

The Suzuki zaibatsu's flight path is being closely watched by many reporters. If the route is changed, the reputation of the Suzuki zaibatsu will be severely affected, and there is currently no evidence to support this claim.

"Okay, I understand. Report any unusual situations immediately. We are ready to provide support at any time," Inspector Megure said solemnly.

"OK."

Meanwhile, in one of the exhibition halls

"Wow, there's a window here too!" Genta ran excitedly to the viewing window.

"It's the sea!" Mitsuhiko said excitedly.

"Those kids seem really excited!" Ai Haibara said to Conan. "Seeing them so happy, you should be relieved."

"He's really heartless," Conan sighed.

"They're so young to have the chance to ride in an airship; we really have to thank Sonoko," Professor Agasa remarked. "For them, it must feel like they're sitting on a cloud floating in the sky right now."

"Hmph!" Conan's lips curled up slightly.

"What's wrong, Shinichi?" Professor Agasa asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Ah, it's nothing, I just suddenly remembered something from when I was little," Conan said somewhat embarrassedly. "I remembered the first time Ran saw an airship flying, she told me there were UFOs flying in the sky."

"Are you showing off your dream princess?" Ai asked, frowning. She hated the cloying stench of romance.

"I... I wasn't showing off." Conan's face had turned red without him even noticing.

“However, this is enough to show her feminine side.” Ai said, looking at the sky outside the window. “Actually, I also want to ride a magic ship that flies in the sky and fly to the dreamland above the clouds.”

Hearing Ai's exclamation, Professor Agasa and Conan's eyes widened in surprise; they hadn't expected Ai to have such a childlike side.

Just then, Sonoko and Ran walked in from outside.

"Everyone, Uncle Jirokichi said he's going to take you to the Sky Observatory!" Sonoko said with a smile.

"We can see the big gemstone!" Xiaolan chimed in from the side.