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

In a coffee shop on a bustling street in Kyoto, Jiang Jin sat leisurely by the glass window, his phone vibrating beside him.

"Comrade Jiang, we've picked him up." Kawano Ki's voice came through the phone, and there seemed to be someone cursing in the background. Jiang Jin swirled the ice in his glass. "That's great. You must treat him well."

"Alright! I guarantee you'll feel right at home!" After hanging up the phone, Jiang Jin waved to the waiter to pay the bill.

In the following days, there was no further movement from Jiangjin.

One evening at dusk, a black sedan drove into the Ooka family's main residence. Hundreds of meters away in the trees, the sounds of cameras focusing and snapping photos filled the air. The photographer, hidden among the treetops, had captured the car's comings and goings with crystal clarity, including the people inside.

"After squatting for so many days, I finally got a shot." The tree canopy swayed, and then a person jumped down from the tree. He shook the leaves off his body, a habit like that of a husky.

A knock on the car window startled Kawano Ki, who was sleeping inside. She sat up and watched as Mingyuan opened the car door and got in: "Why are you back?"

"I've already taken the photos, of course I came back." Mingyuan rolled his eyes at her. "Otherwise, would I have just been squatting in the tree feeding mosquitoes?"

Kawano Kiri scratched her head as she started the car and said, "It's autumn now, there aren't any mosquitoes around."

“You’ve been sleeping in the car the whole time, you have no right to question me!” Mingyuan said, opening his camera and checking the photos he had taken. “They’re so clear, Rum can’t say we framed him.”

"Call Comrade Xiao Jiang right away and tell him the good news. Tell him we've finally got some juicy gossip, and ask him when he'll break it down." Kawano Qi's eyes were filled with excitement, like a paparazzi who had just caught a celebrity's gossip.

When Mingyuan called, Jiang Jin was in the kitchen, wearing an apron and simmering soup. A carrot lay on the cutting board, and Jiang Jin, with swift and clean strokes, immediately "dismembered" the whole carrot.

"You got the photos? That's really great. I knew Rum wouldn't sit still. Even if he didn't mean it that way, he would definitely want to find out what Binga and the head of the Ooka family said." Jiang Jin's tone was confident as he tossed the carrot pieces into the casserole for a soak.

Kawano Kiri, while driving, was still able to get away and talk to Jiang Jin: "And then what, go to Karasuma and complain about him?"

"That's too fake. He just arrived and we immediately started complaining. Anyone could see we were deliberately framing him," Jiang Jin chuckled. Mingyuan interjected, "But isn't that exactly what we wanted to do—frame Rum?"

“Nonsense, I didn’t mean to frame him. Contacting the head of the Ooka family, wasn’t that something he did himself? I didn’t hold a knife to his throat to force him to do it. I didn’t lie to him either.” Jiang Jin chuckled, his tone cunning. “We need to set a trap so that this matter doesn’t get out of our mouths and the higher-ups find out.”

Kawano Kiyoshi pondered for a while but had no clue, as this was not her forte. However, Akira seemed to have a sudden realization: "Oh, I understand. People usually believe what they hear with their own ears and investigate themselves."

"Ask anyone in the group who has time. You've been here for so long, it's time to stop working and do something productive."

With a deft flick of the wrist, the cleaver was tossed onto the cutting board, the blade standing upright with a sharp "clang."

Xiao Lan peeked out from the kitchen after Jiang Jin hung up the phone: "Brother, what are you making? It smells so good!"

"It's pork rib soup. Do you want to try some later?" Jiang Jin said as he took a thermos from the cabinet. Xiao Lan asked curiously, "Hey, brother, are you bringing soup for someone else?"

Jiang Jin paused for a moment, then replied, "Ah, yes. A friend of mine is in the hospital, so I'll send some soup over when the time comes."

"Then I'll deliver it for you. I'm going to have dinner with Shiho and Tsurumi later," Ran said considerately.

Jiang Jin smiled and shook his head: "You don't need to make another trip. I'll find a delivery service. Go have fun. I'll save some soup for you. You can heat it up if you want to drink it when you get back tonight."

Nichiri TV

The glass windows of the Information Minister's office were all covered with blinds, and Onoshi looked nervously at the person sitting on his desk.

The man was dressed in all black, with his long legs supporting him on the ground and his arms crossed, looking quite relaxed.

"I said, are you sure you want to do this?"

Onoshi's gaze moved upwards, and the owner of those long legs was wearing a black printed mask with a pattern of a red-eyed crow on it.

A pair of dark red eyes, just like the crow's, were visible on the covered face.

"Of course, everyone is ready. Don't forget, you're one of us too."

Ono Shi remained silent for a while, then suddenly stood up and slammed his hand on the table: "That's exactly why I really want to participate! I'm the club president, I can ask for leave!"

The commotion startled the other person. He pulled down his mask, revealing Jiang Jin's face. He raised a finger and said, "Shh! Keep your voice down. It's not that I don't want you to participate, but do you even know how to plant a bomb properly?"

“Well… I saw others do it on the Middle East battlefield. As the saying goes, even if you haven’t eaten pork, you’ve still seen a pig run.” Ono said unwillingly, “Bombing a TV station is much more interesting than acting out a panicked crowd.”

Jiang Jin pulled his mask up again: "There's no room for discussion on this. The people who want to plant bombs could stretch from Tokyo to the Pacific Ocean. You, who's only ever seen pigs run, shouldn't get involved. Comrade Zhao Hande, you must obey the organization's arrangements. Your most important task is to write the press release after the explosion..."

Ono's expression changed: "Hey, if I disagree, I disagree, but don't call me by my real name!"

“Alright, the great Tokyo Criminals are off to carry out their plan.” Jiang Jin let out a villainous laugh, and Ono Shi retorted, “You’re such a stereotypical villain.”

Today, there will be a competitive karuta (Japanese card game) exhibition match and a talk show on Nichiri TV.

The players in charge of this public exhibition match were Momiji Ooka and Yajima, the champion of the previous Satsuki Cup, while the guests for the dialogue were Kogoro Mouri and Kensuke Achiba, the president of the Satsuki Association.

Looking at this lineup, it's obvious who will be on the TV station.

Conan and Kogoro Mouri are naturally 100% refreshed, while Kazuha is accompanying Miraiko, the president of her school's karuta club, to participate in the exhibition match, and Heiji Hattori is naturally with Kazuha.

"I never expected to run into Momiji here." At the rehearsal site of the show, Conan, Heiji Hattori, and the others stood outside the program set in the recording studio watching the match between Momiji and Miraiko.

Iori Muga whispered, "Of course, Miss is a very outstanding karuta player among the younger generation."

Although his voice wasn't loud, you could tell from his tone that he was very proud of Ooka Momiji's achievements.

Mirai was no match for Momiji, and the rehearsal went very smoothly. After it ended, Momiji greeted Hattori Heiji as usual before returning to her dressing room.

Meanwhile, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department received an email and a letter.

Someone is threatening to bomb the Nichiri TV station!