A group of people dressed up as Conan characters, and I guaranteed the Black Team's advancement

The atmosphere in the Suzuki Hotel's changing room was unusually tense. Shinichi Kudo felt a chill run down his spine as Jiang Jin stared at him. His mind raced; who would dare impersonate a police officer?

Could he be the murderer of Shou Meilian? No, that shouldn't be possible. Police uniforms aren't something you can get easily.

"I'm just here to check if there are any other guests in the changing room." Shinichi Kudo said, slowly backing away. Jiang Jin said quietly, "Stop."

Shinichi Kudo paused for a moment: "Is there something you need, officer?"

Jiang Jin smiled slightly and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his waist: "Young man, these clothes aren't yours, are they? Stealing is wrong."

“I’m a hotel waiter. Officer, is this police uniform you’re wearing yours?” Shinichi Kudo’s gaze was fixed on the handcuffs in Jiang Jin’s hands.

“It’s definitely not mine, but now you’ve found out.” Jiang Jin raised an eyebrow, put away the handcuffs, and pulled out a narrow, sharp dagger. “You’re in for a lot of trouble.”

Outside the changing room, Hattori Heiji appeared in the corridor. Because Conan ran too fast and in too much of a hurry, he didn't have time to ask what was going on, and he didn't dare to make a big fuss.

While investigating, Hattori Heiji hurriedly searched for Conan in the corridor.

"Conan?" Heiji Hattori called out his name as he pushed open the door in the hallway. "Where did that guy go?"

Unable to find Conan, Heiji Hattori had no choice but to take out his phone and call him. His voice could be heard clearly from the changing room and down the hallway.

Shinichi Kudo initially hesitated to answer, but then a cell phone rang inside. Clearly, no matter how much he tried to hide it, the other person knew that the person outside was looking for him.

"We can't continue to be passive," Shinichi Kudo thought, and lunged towards the door. Jiang Jin, however, was already prepared and sprang out like a swift snake.

Jiang Jin suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Shinichi Kudo's arm, and pinned him against the wall, pressing the blade against Shinichi Kudo's neck.

"He's here to see you, isn't he?" Jiang Jin leaned closer to Shinichi Kudo. "Bring him in."

Shinichi Kudo could feel the cold blade against the skin of his neck, with only a thin layer of skin separating the blood vessels from the blade.

"What do you want to do? If he comes in, he'll see you, won't he?" Kudo Shinichi glanced at the knife at his neck, and Jiang Jin gave a sinister smile. "He's outside. When I go out later, he'll see me too. If he shouts again and scares me, my hand will tremble..."

Shinichi Kudo could easily tell this was a threat, so in order to keep Jiang Jin calm, he had no choice but to shout back, "Hattori, I'm here!"

Heiji Hattori, standing in the corridor, heard Shinichi Kudo's voice. He was startled; the voice was noticeably more mature. That was…Kudo's voice? Could it be that he had reverted to his adult form?

Hattori Heiji immediately turned and walked back to the locker room. He raised his hand and knocked on the door. Inside, Jiang Jin held a knife to Kudo Shinichi, raising his chin slightly to signal him to speak.

"Hattori, if you're alone, please come in."

The locker room door was slowly pushed open, and Hattori Heiji rushed in carrying a small fire extinguisher, followed by a burst of white foam. Jiang Jin immediately pulled Kudo Shinichi in front of him, and with a slight pressure, left a small but deep mark on Kudo Shinichi's neck.

Part of the locker room was instantly filled with foam. Jiang Jin pushed aside Shinichi Kudo and crouched down towards the locker room door. He had already found Heiji Hattori's position.

Even with his vision temporarily obscured by the foam, Jiang Jin was still able to launch a sneak attack on Hattori Heiji. The Osaka boy was holding a fire extinguisher for self-defense while searching for his friend. Although the foam blocked the assailant's vision, his own vision was clearly also impaired.

Jiang Jin's target was Shinichi Kudo, but he also didn't want to deal with Heiji Hattori after leaving the locker room, so he decided to handle it together with the other person.

Hattori Heiji sensed someone approaching from behind. He immediately turned around and grabbed a fire extinguisher, but Jiang Jin was faster. He sidestepped Jiang Jin, and the fire extinguisher collided head-on with Hattori Heiji's head.

[Target's health -0.5, remaining health 69/99]

Jiang Jin closed the locker room door, dusted off the foam on his clothes, and then a urging voice came through his earpiece again: "Hey, aren't you out yet? Did the police arrest you?"

"Even if you get arrested, I won't get arrested," Jiang Jin replied, straightening his tie and hat, before striding away as if nothing had happened. The banquet hall door opened, and Jiang Jin pulled down his hat brim and stepped into the hall.

Most of the guests had already been taken away by the police for questioning. Jiang Jin, dressed in a police uniform, walked calmly through the banquet hall. No one dared to stop him, and no one questioned him.

After successfully leaving the banquet hall, Jiang Jin arrived at the hotel and opened the door of the black Porsche. Gin, inside the car, glanced at Jiang Jin's police uniform: "Is it all taken care of?"

“Of course, boss.” Jiang Jin thought to himself, he also managed to boost his sales performance. “The bodies have been moved into the garbage chute as planned.”

Gin, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the flame flickering in the car with his breath: "Vodka, let's get out of here."

Jiang loosened his police uniform tie in the car, then pulled out a pair of handcuffs from behind his waist, making a rattling sound on his wrists: "Miss Chris, where is the officer whose clothes you borrowed?"

"Don't worry, she should still be sleeping soundly right now." Vermouth's voice came through the earpiece. Binga was right next to her, so her voice was especially close. "If you ask me, if I were doing this by myself, it wouldn't have been this complicated at all."

"If I hadn't told you to act sooner, you would have been delayed by the inexplicable murder during the transaction, and you might not have even been able to complete it." Jiang Jin's words were not meant to be alarmist, after all, the hotel was a gathering place for Conan, Hattori and Kogoro Mouri, the three Grim Reapers.

Gin watched as the young man bickered with Binga over the communicator while fiddling with the handcuffs, sometimes cuffing one hand and sometimes quickly unlocking it himself.

Clearly, the young man had practiced this skill. Gin stared silently at the wrist as the silver bracelet closed and opened, appearing extremely dexterous.

Finally, Binga lost the argument to Jiang Jin and muted his microphone on the communication channel. Jiang Jin also stopped playing with the handcuffs, but the studious Gin seemed to have watched for a while longer.

He abruptly spoke up: "These handcuffs..."

“It’s just my personal hobby,” Jiang Jin replied subconsciously, even giving himself a mental thumbs-up for his single rhyme.

Vermouth's soft laughter came through the communication channel. Vodka adjusted his sunglasses and continued driving. Binga then made a noisy noise again: "Duago, are you a pervert?"

"You're the pervert." Jiang Jin retorted to Binga first, then explained to Gin, who looked puzzled, "Boss, I don't have that hobby. I mean, unlocking handcuffs is my personal skill. Boss, you're asking because you're interested? Do you want to learn? I can teach you! I'll teach you step by step, and I guarantee you'll learn it."

Gin looked into Jiang Jin's bright eyes and at the even more gleaming silver handcuffs in his hands. He paused for a moment, then looked away: "No need."