Conan, I'm an actor

“Because the Metropolitan Police Department hasn’t announced the airship’s landing location, nobody knows where to escape to. Right now, staying in Osaka is actually the safest option,” Hattori said on the phone.

"I see."

"So, how's it going on your end? I heard a professional medical team is heading to the spaceship to test whether there's a virus on board," Hattori asked with some concern. "So, is there a virus on the spaceship?"

“You can never be too careful in this kind of thing.” Conan looked towards the top of the covered bridge, where many plainclothes officers were taking pictures. “But the result was good. No virus was found in the smoking room, and those who were infected were confirmed to have only been infected with lacquer.”

"That's good, that's good." Hattori breathed a sigh of relief. "By the way, your landing location should not be far from Osaka, right?"

"It's not far, it just takes half a day longer than planned to get there." Conan's eyes twitched slightly when he saw the plainclothes officers upstairs put down a body bag.

Just as he was about to go over and investigate, a hand landed on his shoulder, and when he turned his head, he saw Haibara's helpless face.

"Uncle Shinjo said you might be here, but I didn't believe him at first," Haibara said with a hint of helplessness. "Now you're not playing the role of a detective, but an elementary school student, understand? Are you planning to drag the Junior Detective League into this?"

"But those are body bags..."

“Then I must remind you, who’s in the body bags? They’re not innocent people. In some ways, they’re more dangerous than the organization. The organization needs a reason to carry out cleanups, but they can kill a lot of people without a reason.” Haibara said expressionlessly. “If they really are carrying bombs and bacteria, the entire population of Osaka will be wiped out for them. Are you trying to pity them with the lives of an entire city?”

Conan opened his mouth, "But he knows those people don't carry germs."

“Before we got the phone, it was just speculation. No one can bear the consequences of a wrong speculation. Shinjo can’t, you can’t, the Osaka Prefectural Police can’t, and the Metropolitan Police Department can’t.” Haibara rolled her eyes. “The fact that he’s not handcuffed is the best evidence.”

Conan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to start.

The next second, he felt a pair of hands hug him from behind and lift him up.

"Conan, you're being naughty again." Ran's voice came from behind.

"Xiaolan, put me down, like this..."

"Remember who you are now, Conan Edogawa." Shinjo appeared beside him without him noticing. "The children are waiting for you, hurry up and get off the ship."

Conan glanced around, then helplessly raised his hands. "I understand. Put me down. I'll go find Genta and the others."

The commotion was quite loud, and the people on the platform noticed it. Soon, a man climbed down from there.

Shinjo naturally saw Kazama, who clearly wanted to ask him about weapons, but he didn't have time right now. Thinking this, he pressed the call button on his headset to summon Stout.

He's the one who's responsible for hiding the weapons on the airship, so let him take Kazama to find them.

Kazama panicked when he saw Shinjo trying to run away, and he didn't dare to stop him. Fortunately, Amuro Tooru walked in from outside at that moment and stopped Shinjo from running away.

"I think you should tell me where the weapon is. Those bullet holes don't look like they were made by a sniper rifle," Amuro Tooru asked in a low voice.

“Of course not, sniper rifles don’t have that much power. It’s a modified FALK 38, a 20mm anti-aircraft cannon.” Shinjo patted Amuro Tooru on the shoulder. “See that? That’s my agent. Stout, someone from MI6 and the organization, I’ve turned him against us.”

"No objections from MI6?"

"Even if they have objections, what does it have to do with me? If they're so capable, they can come and ask me for the people." Shinjo shrugged. "He's in charge of all the weapons, including the ammunition."

"It wasn't easy to get these things, was it? Aren't you heartbroken to just hand them over like this?" Amuro Tooru asked, somewhat puzzled.

Rocket launchers are relatively easy to smuggle, but 20mm anti-aircraft cannons are a different story; it would take a lot of effort to bring those in.

“It wasn’t bought from outside; it was made by myself. You can think of it as a counterfeit.” Shinjo patted Amuro Tooru on the shoulder. “Even the nameplate is a fake; it’s a counterfeit that can be mistaken for the real thing. If you don’t hand over something, I’m afraid you won’t have a good time in the planning department.”

"I really am grateful to you." Amuro Tooru looked at Shinjo with a wary gaze.

"Don't mention it, and remember to clean up after Mr. Suzuki. He's getting old and can't handle anything stimulating." Shinjo waved and left.

Seeing the two separate, Kazama quickly walked over.

"Mr. Furuya, is it really alright to just let him go like this?" Kazama asked in a low voice, "Those bullet holes..."

To be honest, he was also shocked when he first saw the scene. Using machine guns to bombard people, I guess only a madman like him would do that.

"As for the weapons, someone will lead us to find them." Amuro Tooru stretched his shoulders. "Afterwards, he will send someone to hand over all the equipment and ammunition to me to handle, as a way of helping to clean up the mess."

"When did this guy become so easy to talk to..." Kazama looked at Amuro Tooru, "It's because of your influence, Mr. Furuya. If it were anyone else, they would probably have been shut down immediately."

Amuro Tooru rolled his eyes, ignoring Kazama's compliment.

Why would someone like Shinjo care about a junior like himself? He only cares about him because he still has some use to him; he needs to plant a mole within the Public Security Bureau. After this incident, he's completely tied to Shinjo. Even if he says he's not on Shinjo's side, probably no one will believe him, not even Kazama.

But what concerned him even more than that was the machine gun and its 20mm shells.

Smuggling this kind of thing in is no less difficult than smuggling an entire container of weapons and ammunition, and judging from Shinjo's words, these things seem to be imitations made in Japan.

They had previously investigated the source of the Shinjo Group's weapons, given the substantial amount smuggled out last time, but their investigation had yielded no results. If what Shinjo said earlier is true, then this guy likely has a weapons manufacturing plant in Japan.

If there is a weapons manufacturing factory, then the problem is quite big, since firearms don't have an obsolescence concept, at least not when it comes to killing.

The most crucial point is that I can't reveal this news to anyone, which is probably why Xincheng is willing to tell me so openly.

Just then, two police officers walked over with a plastic bag.

"Mr. Kazama, there's something I'd like you to see." The officer took the sealed bag.

Kazama glanced at the plastic bag and saw two deformed brass bullets inside. He frowned. "This must have hit a steel plate or something. What's so strange about that?"

The two officers looked a little strange. Finally, one of them spoke up, "We asked Takamichi Fujioka, who fired the shot. He said that Mr. Shinjo caught it and crushed it with his hand. The fingerprints on the bullet matched Mr. Shinjo's fingerprints."

"Are you trying to tell me that guy is Superman?" Kazama looked at his two subordinates, tapping their heads speechlessly. "There's no such person in the world."

“That guy is it. Fujioka Takamichi probably didn’t lie. In the current situation, he has no reason to lie.” Amuro Tooru took the bullet and glanced at it. “When I was in the organization, I heard a rumor that Cognac, also known as New Town, once survived a plane crash. Half of his body was completely gone, and in the end, it was all replaced with metal prosthetics. If a metal prosthetic blocked a bullet, I think it should be fine.”

"Half a body can be saved? What kind of alien technology is this?"

“It was his own medical channel, and the organization was shocked at the time.” Amuro Tooru indeed saw the fingerprints on the bullet, which looked like they had been pressed on with great force. “Of course, half of the body might be a bit of an exaggeration. It wasn’t that it disappeared, but rather that it was severely damaged.”

"That's still scary!"

Looking at Kazama's "see a ghost" expression, Amuro Tooru's lips twitched. He wondered what Kazama would think after learning about Morofushi's situation.

He had witnessed Zhu Fu breathe his last right in front of him, and he had managed to save him from that situation...

outside the airship

Conan looked at the three kids shouting and yelling, feeling somewhat helpless. He hoped Hattori could handle it. However, he didn't think he needed to worry too much. As the son of an Osaka Prefectural Police officer, Hattori was, in a way, quite wealthy.

Sonoko, Ran, and Kazuha chatted happily from the moment they met, leaving him no room to interfere in their conversation.

Hattori suddenly leaned close to Kudo and said, "Hey Kudo, how did you deal with those guys? It must have been really exciting. I heard they were all heavily armed mercenaries..."

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't even see their faces?" Conan rolled his eyes.

Just then, two staff members suddenly ran down from the airship.

"Oh no! The Lady of the Sky has been stolen!" one of the staff members said in a panic.

"What did you say!" Old man Suzuki Jirokichi jumped three feet high like a startled rabbit.

When the spaceship landed, he personally went to the sky observation deck to double-check and make sure that the Lady of the Sky was still there.

The Sky Viewing Platform was subsequently taken over by the police because they found traces of steel cables securing it above the platform, which they suspected were signs of activity by red Siamese cats. They are currently collecting evidence.

In this situation, how did Kidd steal the Lady of the Sky?

“We found a projection device in front of the display case, projecting a 3D image of the Sky Lady,” an officer said, holding up a device. “And just below the display case, we found Kidd’s letter, saying that Mr. Suzuki should keep his fingerprints safe.”

"When did that kid find out the secret of the mechanism?" Nakamori asked, looking shocked.

"I think it was when the old man was demonstrating the mechanism. At that time, Kid should have been mixed in with us. Once we understand how the mechanism works and get the fingerprints, we can figure out the password by trying a few times," Conan said seriously.

"How can you guess a four-digit password?" Suzuki Jirokichi immediately retorted upon hearing this, "It's simply impossible!"

“Fingerprints, because there are a few numbers that Grandpa Suzuki didn’t press at all, and those areas were clean. As long as we lock onto those few numbers that were pressed, the range of possible passwords will be narrowed down a lot. Of course, Kidd might use other methods to get the password.”

Chapter 342 Base

Under the moonlight

Kaito held the Lady of the Sky coin and looked at the moon; the Lady of the Sky coin was completely opaque.

“It’s obvious that lapis lazuli could possibly be translucent.” Kidd held the Lady of the Sky in his hand. “So, next, we need to figure out how to return it.”

Normally, he wouldn't be worried, since Suzuki's bodyguards are honest enough to easily sneak in.

But this time, those police officers were different. Although they were all in plainclothes, they gave me a completely different feeling from the clueless officers in the Second Investigation Division. They were more like secret agents.

Thinking of this, he took out his phone, typed a text message, and sent it to Xincheng.

Inside the amusement park

Shinjo took out his phone and glanced at it, then sent an address to Kid, which was the hotel where Suzuki Jirokichi would be staying that day.

Karen's headset was still on him. With Karen's help to hack the security system, returning a gem would be quite easy.

A few hours later, Karen's voice came through the built-in earpiece in the new city.

"I've already returned the things, and that brat actually said he wanted to go on a date with me! Damn it, don't give me any more missions involving him!" Karen said, somewhat exasperated.

“He’s pretty bold, daring to flirt with you.” Xincheng chuckled. “But others probably don’t even think much of you; it’s just an act.”

"What's the meaning!"

“She already has someone she likes, her childhood sweetheart, the daughter of Officer Nakamori, Aoko Nakamori.” Shinjo stroked his chin. “How could she possibly be interested in you?”

"What do you mean, 'How could I possibly be interested in you!' Explain yourself!"

“In his eyes, you must be an old woman in your thirties…” Before Xincheng could finish speaking, he felt his headphones were about to explode, filled with all sorts of noise.

Rena Mizunashi and Stout, standing some distance away, both looked somewhat uneasy, placing their hands on their ears as if trying to remove their earpieces.

It was only then that Shinjo realized that his conversation with Karen might have been taking place in the team channel. However, he couldn't remind Karen at this point, so he could only take the headset out of his ear and pretend to be deaf.

Conan and Kogoro Mouri's incredible luck didn't strike during their trip to Osaka, and everything remained calm until they left.

Before we knew it, it was time to say goodbye.

"Alright, everyone, goodbye for now," Conan said, looking at the three little ones.

"Huh!" Ayumi didn't react for a moment. "Isn't Conan coming back with us?"

“Our flight is this afternoon, heading to North America.” Shinjo, disguised as Mr. Edogawa, had a warm smile on his face. “The school said the procedures have been completed in advance, so we won’t be going back when school starts.”

“Eh~” Mitsuhiko said with a hint of melancholy.

“At least…” Genta seemed to have something else to say.

"Genta, you can't be willful." Haibara pressed down on Genta's shoulder. "We'll have to part ways sooner or later."

"Okay," Genta said somewhat dejectedly.

Watching the three little ones disappear into the boarding gate, their lonely figures fading away, Conan felt a pang of pity.