Conan, I'm an actor

“If you want to get rid of the mole in this hospital, I suggest you fire all the staff and recruit doctors from recent college graduates. That’s the safest approach,” Piske shrugged. “Of course, this would be a huge blow to the hospital itself.”

Xin Cheng took a deep breath. Although these guys were undercover agents, their medical skills were excellent, and many of them had extensive clinical experience. Abandoning these guys and choosing recent medical graduates would certainly eliminate the organization's moles planted in the hospital, but it would greatly weaken the hospital's soft power.

Moreover, his actions are likely to arouse suspicion from those behind these undercover agents, and who knows, a raging fire might break out in the hospital the next day.

After getting what he wanted, Shinjo went to the dean's office, where Sung-sil was sitting and looking at the hospital's financial reports and documents.

"Shouldn't these things be left to the administrative staff?" Xincheng picked up a document on the table and flipped through it casually. "You're the dean. If you do everything yourself, how can you be a dean?"

“If I could, I’d also like to be a hands-off manager.” Cheng Shi didn’t even look up. “But there are problems with the hospital’s accounts.”

"There's something wrong with the accounts?" Xincheng was taken aback.

“Yes, the profits are too low. I’ve calculated the hospital’s patient flow. According to my estimate, the hospital’s profit level should be at least ten times, or even twenty times, higher than it is now.” Cheng Shi handed the document he was working on directly to Xin Cheng. “This is the record of drug purchases. The purchase price of these drugs is 20% higher than that of the pharmaceutical companies on the market. If there were open bidding, these pharmaceutical companies’ quotations should not have passed the review.”

Xincheng glanced at the price list marked in red, and his artificial eye quickly provided the drug quotes from various pharmaceutical companies. These prices were generally about 30% higher, indicating that Ma Shengcheng was being conservative.

After seeing the list of these pharmaceutical companies, he understood what was going on. Most of these companies were related to organizations or were supported by organizations.

Knowing is one thing, but figuring out how to solve it is another. These vampires definitely need to be removed, but they can't be removed too quickly, or neither he nor Chengshi will escape unscathed. The most urgent task is to find a scapegoat, preferably someone from within the organization.

"Let's start with the procurement staff. Make them figure out how to reduce costs. If they can't, then send them home to eat their own food." As Xincheng spoke, he had already dialed the dean's office landline.

The purchasing staff member who was called over was clearly prepared. He remained composed and dignified in the face of Chengshi and Xincheng's questioning, and then happily received a dismissal notice.

"Are these pharmaceutical companies like this purchasing agent's biological fathers?" Cheng Shi rubbed his temples in pain. "They're actually protecting them like this."

“This guy is the mole they planted in the hospital. These pharmaceutical companies all have intricate connections with those men in black,” Xincheng said with a smile. “Cutting off someone’s livelihood is like killing their parents.”

“This…” Cheng Shi jumped up from his seat instantly. “Did we act too hastily just now? Should we ask this purchasing agent to come back?”

He wanted to manage the hospital well, but it wasn't worth risking his life. If those guys found out he was the culprit who fired the purchasing agent, they would come to his door with guns and try to reason with him.

"There's no need for that. If they've committed a crime, they've committed a crime." Xincheng directly edited the list of these pharmaceutical companies into a text message and sent it to a certain number. "These pharmaceutical companies will soon be in trouble, some may even disappear completely. There's no need to worry."

"What are you planning to do?" Cheng Shi looked at Xin Cheng with some fear. "You're not planning to hire someone, are you?"

Chapter 46 The Same Type of Bullet

"What are you thinking? I'm not that stupid." Xincheng shrugged. "No matter how powerful a pharmaceutical company is, there's still a drug control officer overseeing it. I just sent their names to a friend who is a drug control officer, asking him to use his connections to make things difficult for these pharmaceutical companies."

Few pharmaceutical companies that cooperate with the organization have clean hands. Those with less close ties might escape unscathed, with only a few deaths, but those deeply entangled with the organization will likely face total destruction.

"Just lower the procurement costs, that'll be enough. If we make too many changes, those guys will inevitably become desperate and do something rash." Shinjo said with a smile, looking at the somewhat agitated Asagi. "Weren't you fearless before? How come you've become such a coward after just half a month?"

Chengshi didn't say anything, but just gave Xincheng a resentful look.

As Xincheng was leaving the hospital, he happened to see the purchasing agent who had finished packing his things and was preparing to leave.

Just as he went up to greet the guy, to express his gratitude for his contributions to the hospital, a gunshot rang out, striking his eardrum.

The purchasing agent's head exploded like a watermelon, and his body flew several meters away.

The entire hospital descended into chaos instantly. Those who were rational began to seek cover, while those who had lost their minds surged towards the doors and the hospital entrance.

Xincheng stood in the center of the courtyard and looked in the direction from which the gunshots came. He soon saw a person holding a sniper rifle on the rooftop 800 meters away.

The prosthetic eye quickly magnified this part of the image, and a familiar face appeared in front of New Town—it was Chianti.

Looking at that maniacal smiling face, Shinjo instinctively frowned. If he could, he really wanted to shoot this crazy woman dead.

If you're going to deal with an organization member, do it somewhere where no one is around. Killing someone in your own hospital in full view of everyone—isn't that just causing trouble?

Just then, his phone rang in his pocket, and when he looked at the number, it was Gin.

"What do you mean?" Shinjo asked directly.

"Do you like this gift?" Gin's voice was cold. "He messed things up, and this is what happens to him."

"So it was a gift, not a warning." Xincheng suddenly laughed, a somewhat manic laugh. "In that case, I have a return gift in return. I wish you a happy life."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

The police arrived quickly and pinpointed the shooter's location, but by the time they reached the scene, it had already been cleaned up, leaving nothing behind.

Shinjo entrusted Asagi Seimi with handling all matters related to the hospital.

Because of the death, the hospital has to suspend operations for a few days and will not be able to resume operations until the case is fully investigated.

Of course, even if the hospital reopens, business won't be much better, as evidenced by the long lines at the discharge and transfer registration windows.

A shooting in Tokyo is no small matter, especially since the killer used a heavy sniper rifle. The Metropolitan Police Department is taking this very seriously.

Narumi couldn't stop the police at all. That night, Inspector Megure and Inspector Takagi appeared at the entrance of the Koshimizu Detective Agency.

"Brother Shinjo, I never knew you owned a hospital in Tokyo. It's quite an eye-opener," Inspector Megure said, looking at Shinjo. "I heard you were at the scene of the shooting this morning. Could you describe the details?"

Shinjo looked at Yue Shui, who was yawning beside him, and said, "Why don't you go upstairs and leave for a bit? Next up is the case analysis, and I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep if you listen to it."

Upon hearing about the shooting, Yue Shui knew the seriousness of the situation and obediently went upstairs.

"When did Ms. Koshimizu become so agreeable?" Inspector Megure was taken aback, looking at Koshimizu Nanatsuki who seemed like a well-behaved girl. He was still resentful about Koshimizu Nanatsuki's defiance of him and her forced entry onto Tsukikage Island.

“It’s a difference in how you talk.” Shinjo leaned back on the sofa. “So what are you doing here? That hospital is my property. Someone killed someone in front of my hospital; that’s a serious act of provocation. Instead of arresting the perpetrator, your Metropolitan Police Department comes to me. Isn’t that a bit…”

“Mr. Shinjo, please calm down,” Takagi said immediately. “According to the investigation by our forensic team, the bullet lodged in the victim’s head is the same type as the bullet found on Tsukikage Island last time; both are bullets from a PSG-1 sniper rifle.”

"So, we initially suspect that you ruined those people's plans on Moonshadow Island, which is why they are retaliating against you," Inspector Megure said seriously. "This is just a warning; who knows what those lunatics will do next? To ensure your personal safety, I think you need to be under 24-hour protection."

“A good suggestion, a reasonable deduction, but I refuse to accept protection,” Xincheng said decisively.

“Brother Shinjo, now is not the time to be reckless,” Inspector Megure said sternly.

"Regarding the Shinkansen bombing, your Metropolitan Police Department suppressed the news, but in less than a month, they found my car and planted explosives underneath it," Shinjo said with some helplessness. "Regarding the Tsukikage Island incident, you also suppressed the news, but they still found me. I suspect there's a mole within the Metropolitan Police Department."

Megure opened his mouth, as if he wanted to argue something, but in the end he couldn't utter a single word.

Shinjo was stating objective facts; the Metropolitan Police Department's security measures were indeed abysmal. Furthermore, the other side possessed a heavy sniper rifle, rendering the detective's short-barreled revolver utterly ineffective against the enemy.

If a real conflict breaks out, the police officers responsible for protecting New Town and New Town itself will be targeted one by one by the enemy.

“If they really wanted revenge, at that distance, I should be the one who died. They’re warning me, probably trying to extort some money from me to make up for their losses.” Shinjo shrugged. “Since they want money, I’ll give them what they want.”

“Mr. Shinjo, your idea is dangerous. Doing this will only embolden criminals,” Takagi said sternly.

Shinjo looked at Megure with some surprise, "You taught him?"

"His sense of justice has always been so strong." Inspector Megure indicated that this matter had nothing to do with him.

"Officer Takagi, can you answer a few questions for me?" Shinjo thought for a moment and said, "If I remember correctly, the equipment currently used by the Metropolitan Police Department detectives should be the M60 Sakura and the SIG P230 JP pistols, right? The effective range of these two pistols is only 50 meters, while the effective range of the PSG-1 is 800 meters. In the hands of a skilled shooter, this distance may be even further. With such equipment disadvantages, how will you uphold your justice and ensure my personal safety?"

Chapter 47 News about the Maru Family

Takagi was speechless, the conversation had stalled.

Finally, Inspector Megure spoke up to smooth things over and took Inspector Takagi away.

“Don’t take it to heart, Shinjo has always been like this.” Megure said seriously from the driver’s seat, “He’s different from us ordinary people, and his view of justice is different from ours. Our instructor once said that if he could correct his attitude, with his abilities, he could reach the top ranks of the police force in ten years at most.”

"Is this Mr. Shinjo, like Mr. Mori, a retired senior from the Metropolitan Police Department?" Takagi was taken aback.

“It’s different, because he never even entered the Metropolitan Police Department. You might want to ask Matsuda about him.” After saying that, Megure stepped on the gas, and the police car sped away.

Xincheng went back upstairs and bumped into Yue Shui, who was eavesdropping at the corner.

"You heard everything?"

"Hmm, is it dangerous? Why don't you stay in the office and not go out?" Yue Shui said, frowning.

“Their goal is to warn me, not to kill me.” Shinjo shrugged. “If they really wanted to kill me, hiding inside the firm wouldn’t necessarily be safe.”

"Then take care of yourself."

After saying goodbye to Yueshui, Xincheng opened his laptop and began working.

Since I promised Gin I would return the favor, I must give him the most lavish return gift.

The website in front of them was the reward from Moriarty's script. It recorded the crimes and locations of every criminal, including the code names and locations of organization members. There were too many criminals listed, making it difficult to find Gin by region. Fortunately, Shinjo knew the guy's real name.

After entering the name Kurosawa Jin, the website quickly found three criminals named Kurosawa Jin by filtering by name.

"Tsk, Kurosawa Jin is no ordinary person." Shinjo sighed. "Let me see. This Kurosawa Jin is 49 years old. He's a kidnapper who killed four people. The other one is a fraudster. He's very skilled at cheating and indirectly drove more than a dozen gamblers to their deaths. He's really multi-talented."

Ignoring the first two people, Shinjo set his gaze on the last one.

Also named Kurosawa Jin, this guy's resume is frighteningly impressive. He has more than 40 lives on his hands and is involved in a series of crimes, including arms dealing, extortion, and kidnapping. The list of crimes alone is several pages long.

Shinjo's goal wasn't that; he wanted the locations of Gin's incriminating evidence. Scrolling down, he quickly found several addresses. These addresses indicated where Gin stored his weapons, as well as his hideouts and safe houses.

After thinking for a moment, Shinjo marked all of Gin's safe houses and warehouses on the map. He was going to give Gin a big surprise.

However, before that, there is one more thing to be resolved, which is Mr. Marudenjiro's complaint.

Mr. Ochiai is right, that guy is a scumbag. After being rejected by them, he turned around and complained to the Detective Association.

Although the Koshimizu Detective Agency could ignore the Detective Association, Shinjo was still prepared to reason with this Mr. Marudenjiro, provided he didn't die by Suwa Yuji's sword.

He made a reservation to visit tomorrow, the 20th of this month, on the same day as Kogoro Mouri, but he didn't use his real name, but rather Gin's name—Kurosawa Jin.

Sunday morning was sunny and bright, a perfect day for visiting guests.

"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Yue Shui couldn't help but frown. "Don't you feel hot wearing a coat in this weather?"

"I'll skip breakfast; I have some things to do today," Xincheng said with a smile. "As for the coat, it's a prop."

At this moment, he was wearing the same coat as Gin, a carefully chosen outfit, naturally intended to scare some very boring kid.

Meanwhile, inside the Maru family mansion

“There’s absolutely no mistake, your wife is indeed having an affair.” Kogoro Mouri placed a photo in front of Maru Denjiro.

"As expected!" Maru Denjiro's voice was tinged with grief and indignation.

"Look at the mole next to her glasses. This lady is none other than your wife, Maru Inako." Kogoro Mouri then produced another photograph of Maru Inako.

At this moment, his meticulousness far surpassed that of someone at a crime scene. To demonstrate the accuracy of his evidence, Kogoro Mouri produced another envelope. Inside were various photographs, all taken from surreptitious angles, featuring the same man and Inako Maru as in the previous photo.

Looking at the evidence in front of him, Maru Denjiro held the photo in his hand, his eyes blazing with fury.

In the courtyard

At this moment, Ran and Conan were squatting by the water feature in the courtyard, watching the fish swimming in the pond and passing the time.

"Seriously, Uncle Kogoro. How long are you planning to stay?" Conan looked at the water feature in front of him with a sense of despair. "I thought we were going to eat something delicious today, but instead we've been brought to a client's house. I don't think any detective would bring a child along to do an infidelity investigation report."