Conan, I'm an actor

As the call ended, Shinjo hung up and looked at Shiho Miyano behind him, sighing helplessly, "What I'm about to do is very dangerous. You're just a kid, stay with those people and wait for rescue."

"Don't underestimate me. Although I'm a researcher, I still participate in the training programs organized by the organization..."

"How come I don't remember bomb disposal being part of the organization's basic training?" Shinjo found a table, and just as he stood on it, preparing to dismantle the ceiling, another explosion occurred.

Hearing the screams erupting outside, Shinjo, his face ashen, took out a map, studied it for a while, and planned out a route before handing the map to Shiho Miyano.

"This is……"

"The building's ventilation duct design drawings. This is the escape route. Take this drawing and crawl out from here. Now, immediately, get out of here," Shinjo said with a dark face. "If the bomb continues to detonate, I can't guarantee that this escape route won't be affected."

"You have an escape route map, why don't you take the others with you and escape?" Shiho Miyano looked at Shinjo with a bewildered expression. She found herself not quite understanding this guy.

"Don't worry about these things. You'll only get in the way if you stay here. You don't have any scenes to film today." Shinjo pushed Shiho Miyano onto the table and then put her into the ventilation duct.

After doing all this, he closed the ventilation duct entrance again and returned to the hall as if nothing had happened.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely somber. While the entrances and exits were blocked, the channels for obtaining information remained open. With the second explosion, everyone realized they were truly caught up in a horrific event.

Xincheng took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

"Could I have one?" a middle-aged man asked. "Are you still taking medicine?"

"Yes, spare pills, for treating heart conditions." Shinjo took out a cigarette and handed it to the uncle, then put away the cigarette pack and the blue and white capsules.

"Feel sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for."

At this moment, Ran was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. She had already learned the details from her father and Shinichi, but there was nothing she could do.

As time went on, their cell phone batteries began to run low, and their communication channels with the outside world were cut off one by one. Over the next two hours, explosions rang out seven or eight times in succession. The first few were more frequent, seemingly remotely detonated, while the intervals between them became longer, likely because Teiji Moriya had already been arrested.

Just then, the public phone rang, and Xiaolan, who was standing next to it, answered it. Xincheng stretched his body; it had taken him so long to arrive. That kid was so slow!

"Hello, who is this?" Xiaolan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Xiao Lan?"

"Shinichi!"

"Great, the phone line wasn't cut."

"What are you doing? Why are you never here when it's most important? You always do this when something happens!" Xiaolan said, tears streaming down her face. Just then, a tissue appeared in front of her. As she took the tissue and instinctively wanted to say thank you, she saw a very familiar face.

Xincheng made a "shh" gesture to Xiaolan, signaling her to continue making the call.

"I know, I know," Shinichi Kudo said anxiously. "The emergency exit is blocked by rubble, and I'm at the exit right now. I thought that once I got here, I could squeeze through the gaps in the rubble, but the force of the explosion deformed the door, and I can't open it no matter how hard I try. Let me ask you first, is there anything suspicious in the hall?"

Just then, Shinjo placed a paper bag on the table, tore it open, and revealed the bomb inside.

"There's a tin box wrapped in a pink paper bag, with a red timer on top," Xiaolan asked curiously. "What's that?"

"Be careful, this is a bomb!"

"Bomb!" Xiaolan's voice suddenly rose, and she looked at Uncle Xincheng in front of her with some surprise.

If she remembered correctly, Uncle Xincheng should be a bomb disposal expert who had defused very large bombs. Why didn't he defuse this bomb after seeing it?

"How much time do we have up there?" Conan asked nervously.

"There's still a little over an hour..." Xiaolan was very calm. Her father had once said that Uncle Xincheng's bomb disposal skills were among the best in the entire police force, and with him here, this bomb was nothing to worry about.

"Xiao Lan, let me ask you something, do you have any scissors with you?"

"Scissors? I do have a pair of scissors in my sewing bag. What do you need scissors for?" Xiaolan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Okay, now I need you to use the scissors to dismantle this bomb."

"What!" Ran looked at Shinichi, casting a pleading glance at him, and then he saw the words on the notebook—Do as Shinichi Kudo says, pretend I don't exist.

Although she didn't know what Uncle Xincheng was up to, Xiaolan did as she was told out of trust for her elder.

A few minutes later, when Xiaolan moved the bomb to the doorway, Xincheng pulled out a glass container filled with some kind of silvery-white liquid.

Under Xiaolan's questioning gaze, Shinjo used a syringe to draw out the liquid and dripped it onto the top of the door. The mercury-like liquid slid down the door. Soon, Shinjo drew a cross on the door, as if performing some kind of ritual.

Ran was initially curious, but now that Shinichi had started instructing her on how to defuse the bomb, she could only concentrate on listening. Just as she cut the second wire, a gust of wind blew past her ear.

The moment she looked up, she saw Xincheng's whip kick slam into the door. The metal security door shattered into four pieces under the force of the kick, and as the door disappeared, an unexpected figure appeared behind it.

"Next, cut the yellow..." Conan looked at the door that had disappeared behind him, and Shinjo and Ran standing behind the door. The words he was about to say got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them no matter what.

"Conan, how come you're using Shinichi's... no, you are Shinichi."

"Which wire are you going to cut next, kid?" Shinjo asked with a smile. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Mr. Shinjo, you..." Conan's mind had gone offline at this moment, and he even forgot to remove the voice changer.

"Alright, now think about how to explain this to your Ran-neechan. I remember last time at the hot spring inn, you two took a mixed bath together, and someone even had a nosebleed." Shinjo took out a cigarette case from his shirt pocket and handed it to Ran. "The medicine inside is to restore his body to its original state. If you think it's too difficult to beat up Conan in his current form, turn him into Shinichi Kudo before beating him up."

"Mr. Shinjo, how did you do that?" Xiaolan subconsciously took the medicine box, but she was still a little curious about how Shinjo managed to kick the metal emergency exit door apart with one kick.

“Gallium, it’s very expensive.” Shinjo shook the glass bottle that was almost empty in his hand. “If you don’t know, go back and ask Kogoro Mouri. Isn’t he known as a walking library? Alright, give me the bomb. I can’t let you two’s date get in the way.”

"Who says she and her are a couple? It's just the two of us..."

"Excuse me, I'll take him away now." Ran covered Conan's mouth and forcibly led him away.

Shinjo picked up the bomb design blueprints Conan had left on the ground. Upon seeing the blueprints, his expression turned constipated. This Teiji Moriya is a master architect, but designing bombs…

"I wonder which university they graduated from; their circuit skills are so poor." Xincheng rubbed his temples.

Looking at the bomb in front of him was a bit of a headache; he was struggling to handle it.

The previous bombs could be detonated simply by disconnecting the wires connecting the remote control and countdown device to the detonator. But this bomb in front of us is completely different; it not only has a detonator but also a transmitter. If the wrong wire is cut, the transmitter will activate, and the bombs installed inside this building will detonate. Even if this bomb doesn't explode, other bombs that collapse the building will still result in certain death for everyone here.

"Karen, can you jam the transmitter?" Shinjo stared at the blueprints for about 10 seconds before asking.

"Who are you talking to?" A familiar voice sounded from behind New Town, but it wasn't Karen's.

"Didn't I tell you to leave through the ventilation duct? Why are you still here?" Shinjo had already started cutting the power lines.

"Why should I listen to you? You haven't answered me yet, who are you talking to?" Shiho Miyano stood behind Shinjo.

Shinjo's hand paused in mid-air, and he said with a solemn expression, "Her name is Karen. You may meet her later if you choose to leave the organization."

The first few wires are manageable; cutting them will stop the signal from being transmitted. However, with these three wires in front of us, cutting any one of them will energize the other two, and once energized, the transmitter will start working.

Simply put, no matter which wire you cut, a bomb will explode. Now you have to gamble on which bomb has the least power. It's all about luck. The guy who designed this bomb is too insane!

Just then, Karen's voice came from beside me. The electromagnetic interference around us had been activated, but it could only last for one minute.

"One minute? That's enough." Shinjo immediately began the violent dismantling mode, cutting all the wires related to the transmitter and removing the transmitter itself.

During this process, Matsuda Jinpei arrived at the scene with the demolition team. When they saw the violent demolition method of the new city, their faces turned pale with fright. Did this guy not know that there were still many bombs inside the skyscraper?

Fortunately, Matsuda was familiar with Shinjo's style and stopped his teammate from reminding him in time.

"Alright, it's all dismantled. The person who made this bomb wasn't very skilled." Shinjo wiped the sweat from his forehead. "If it were me, besides the transmitter, I would also install a detection device on the other bombs. It would send a signal every five minutes to detonate or not. If no signal is received within five minutes, it would detonate automatically."

"This damn bomb alone is already giving us a huge headache, senpai, you'd better not make things worse." Matsuda pushed Shinjo to the door. "Oh, by the way, your girlfriend is still waiting outside... wait, who's this?"

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Shiho Miyano, and I'm Mr. Shinjo's current girlfriend." Shiho Miyano smiled brightly and took Shinjo's arm.

"Don't listen to her nonsense, she's just my friend." Shinjo slapped Shiho's arm away. "Besides, I'm single now, I don't have a girlfriend. You must be talking about my partner."

Chapter 170 The Aftermath of the Rice Flower Bomb Case (Part 1)

After handing over the bomb design blueprints and bomb site maps to Matsuda, Shinjo and Shiho Miyano swaggered out through the cleared passage. The main force had already withdrawn a dozen minutes earlier, and the interviews were nearly complete; Shinjo and Shiho Miyano received star-level treatment upon their arrival.

Looking at the flashing lights around him, and then at Shiho Miyano beside him with her expressionless face, Shinjo felt a chill run down his spine. This woman really wasn't afraid at all.

She previously said that Gin threatened to assassinate her, but she missed such a good opportunity. Shouldn't she consider how to explain this to Gin?

"Are you alright?" Yue Shui ran over and asked Xin Cheng with some concern.

"It's nothing, but how did you end up here?" Xincheng asked, frowning. "Who are you asking about?"

"When I saw that you hadn't come home yet and I couldn't get through to you on the phone, I tried contacting Conan to see if he knew where you were," Koshimizu said somewhat embarrassedly. "Then Ran answered the phone and said you were here, so I came over."

Shinjo glanced at Conan, who was looking at him with a malicious expression, as if to say, "We're even now."

Just then, the media microphones were thrust in front of Xincheng.

"Sir, I heard that you found the bomb ahead of time and participated in the bomb disposal process. Would you mind telling me more about it?"

"Sir, please..."

When asked by the media, Shinjo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said seriously, "I was just an executor. The one who actually discovered the bomb and deduced its location was Ms. Koshimizu Nanatsuki, who is sitting next to me. She is a detective, and I am just her assistant."

Upon hearing such explosive news, the media immediately shoved microphones in front of the unsuspecting Koshimizu Nanatsuki. Fortunately, Koshimizu Nanatsuki had prior experience dealing with the media, so she was able to handle it.

Xincheng took this opportunity to slip away.

Conan originally wanted to chase after Shinjo to ask him about it, but Ran stopped him, saying that he was injured and needed to see a doctor. She said that after he recovered, she had many things to discuss with him, including settling accounts.

Looking at Ran's smile, Conan suddenly had a bad feeling. He'd made things easier for himself back then, and now it was time to settle the score.

What upset him even more was that he wasn't the only one trying to pin the blame on Shinichi Kudo; Shinjo was doing it too, and now that guy had run away!

In the early hours of the morning, when Yue Shui arrived home, he saw a sumptuous late-night snack and Xin Cheng, who was clasping his hands together in apology.

"No need to apologize. Just give me a hint next time something like this happens," Yue Shui said with a smile. "From the beginning, haven't you been using me as a shield? I'm used to it. Besides, I quite like the nickname 'talented detective'."

"I'm sorry, next time..." Shinjo was about to say that it wouldn't happen again, but considering his situation, he immediately changed his words and said, "Next time I will definitely tell you in advance."

"So, who was that girl following you today?" Yue Shui looked at Xin Cheng and said with a hint of amusement, "The way she looked at you was quite unusual. It was like... she was looking at an enemy."

“Her name is Shiho Miyano, and her older sister is Akemi Miyano.” Shinjo leaned back in his chair. “She’s the one who died in the Beika Hotel fire. I arranged to meet her sister at the Beika Hotel that day. If I hadn’t made the invitation, none of what happened would have happened.”

"But wasn't her sister killed by that guy named Moroboshi Dai? Why..."

“She wants to pin this on me, and I have no objection. A lot of lice don’t itch.” Xincheng poured himself a cup of coffee. “I’m going to catch up on my sleep after I finish eating. There should be quite a few people coming to visit tomorrow, so please help me turn them down.”

"Does drinking coffee before bed really help you fall asleep?"

"This is milk coffee, not black coffee, so it won't have any energizing effect, but it's quite good for helping you sleep. Want to try it?"

"Let's forget about it."

Mouri Detective Agency

"That kid's fine, the doctor checked him out, he should go to sleep, he has class tomorrow." Kogoro Mouri said with a can of beer in his hand, somewhat dissatisfied. "By the way, where's that brat Shinichi? He caused such a big commotion, and we haven't seen a soul in sight. That's really too much."

"Shinichi has something to do. He said there are still many things to deal with in this incident, so he's leaving first," Ran said, glancing at Conan who was fast asleep on the bed.