Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

"Yesterday at 4:33 pm, the US Embassy was attacked by a car bomb. So far, two people have been killed and six injured. The Metropolitan Police Department and the embassy's internal security team responded quickly. The embassy facilities and other personnel are in a safe state..."

In the afternoon, Nerima Ward, Tokyo.

On the fourth floor of an ordinary apartment building, sunlight shines through the thin curtains and falls on a quilt in the room.

The bedroom door was not closed tightly, and the sound of the TV in the living room came in through the crack in the door. The quilt moved, and the person lying inside turned over and quickly closed his eyes again.

"The US has identified this incident as a terrorist attack and an investigation is ongoing..."

The news continued to come.

Five minutes later, Miwa Kazuya, who was lying on the bed and no longer sleepy, opened his eyes resignedly.

He got out of bed, walked to the door and pushed it gently.

As the old door creaked open, the TV news outside the door became clearer. He scratched his messy hair and looked at the person sitting on the sofa.

Aoyagi Binguang was holding the remote control, seemingly about to change the channel. When he heard the door open, he looked up at him and asked, "Did I wake you up?"

Miwa Kazuya looked at Aoyagi Akimichi's calm face and shook his head.

"No, I woke up early..."

……

This is the second week that Kazuya Miwa has moved here.

After he was discharged from the hospital, he left Beika Town and moved into this apartment in Nerima Ward.

The apartment itself is unremarkable. Some infrastructure, such as gas pipes, are aging. The rent is not high. Most of the tenants are young people who have just started working or those who come from poor families, and the neighborhood relations are indifferent.

If there is anything special about it, it is that the person who chose to rent this place was Aoyagi Akimitsu - his black teammate.

Miwa Kazuya lived alone for a week. Except for the time he left to collect materials from the Junior Detective League, he stayed in this area honestly for the rest of the time.

Aoyagi Akimitsu didn't send him any message at first. It was not until the opening ceremony of the Osaka Suzuki Museum of Art was over that he came and moved in with him.

Miwa Kazuya was very clear that Aoyagi Akiko who came here was just his skill clone.

He didn't know why he rented this apartment or why he moved in. Seeing that the other party had no intention of hurting him for the time being and would give him some care on a daily basis, he didn't ask any more questions.

——Learning to shut up is also one of the ways to protect yourself when facing someone you can’t afford to offend.

Aoyagi Binguang didn't have the ability to read minds, so he didn't know what Miwa Kazuya was thinking at the moment. He put down the remote control and said, "You've been up late these past few days."

"I can't help it. I like to finish my manuscripts at night."

When talking about this, Sanluanhe's tone rarely became relaxed.

"I wrote at least 15,000 words a day for a whole week. I finally handed my first story to the editor early this morning. I don't know if it will pass the review."

Aoyagi Akimichi nodded slightly and said nothing; Miwa Kazuya yawned, turned and walked towards the bathroom to wash up, then turned into the kitchen.

The apartment is not big. According to the layout, it has two bedrooms, a living room and a balcony, but the actual area is smaller than the single apartment he rented in the United States last year, and there is not even a dining table.

Sanluan Kazuya picked up the plate from the stove and quickly returned to the living room, sitting on the double sofa to the left of Aoyagi Binguang.

When Aoyagi Binguang saw him come back, he started to clean up the table. He picked up the black chess piece on the chessboard and put it back into the chess box, then closed the cheap chessboard and put it aside.

Miwa Kazuya looked at the chess piece in his hand, then at the TV screen, which happened to mention the physical evidence found at the crime scene - a black chess piece that was half dyed red.

"..."

His hand holding the plate paused for a moment, then he placed the breakfast and lunch on the empty coffee table as if he hadn't seen anything.

Miwa Kazuya didn't even look at the screen. He took out his mobile phone, opened his email, and found that the editor had not sent a reply yet.

He didn't say anything, but Aoyagi Binguang spoke first: "Go water the flowers at the door later, and remember not to water the hydrangea too much." Miwa Kazuya quickly swallowed the cold toast: "Okay."

Since the original body is an FBI agent in the port area, Aoyagi Akimitsu's skill clone naturally lives here under another identity.

Every time this was mentioned, Miwa Kazuya couldn't help but admire his teammates' professionalism.

When Aoyagi Akimitsu plays other roles, not only his appearance, clothing and voice will change, but even his walking posture, tone of voice and even daily habits will become that of a completely different person.

For example, he is now playing an old lady, so he has the hobbies of the elderly: gardening, collecting some waste that young people see as piled up at the doorstep, nagging his grandson to the neighbors from time to time, and even...

Miwa Kazuya secretly glanced at a bag next to the sofa, from which several thin knitting needles and balls of wool of different colors were sticking out.

——In order to be more like an old lady, he would even knit sweaters by himself. Even if he was the only person in the room who knew his true identity, he would act seriously and do the whole thing!
A few slices of toast and bacon were quickly finished. At this time, the TV news had not yet ended and was broadcasting the news that the FBI would come to assist in the investigation.

Miwa Kazuya quickly filled his stomach and returned the plate to the kitchen. He picked up a simple watering can (made by Aoyagi Akiko from discarded plastic bottles) and went to the door to water the plants.

The closed door blocked out the sounds from inside. The afternoon sun fell on Miwa Kazuya. He felt the breeze blowing in his face and breathed a sigh of relief.

This apartment has a good location, a 15-minute walk from the station. There is another taller apartment across the street in front of the door, and the balcony faces a row of single-family buildings.

Miwa Kazuya moved slowly. He first squatted in front of the flower pots and fiddled with the leaves, then stood up and patiently watered them one by one.

"Mr. Lu Ren?"

A female voice suddenly came from the side.

Miwa Kazuya was already very used to this last name, and when he heard someone calling him, he turned around immediately.

I saw a young woman standing at the door next door, her hand on the door handle, as if she was about to go out. A boy about 3 years old stood at her feet, holding up her skirt and looking at him curiously.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Irino." Miwa Kazuya greeted, "Are you guys going out?"

"Yes, there is a food tasting event at a nearby cooking class. I want to take Xiao Che to have a look."

The young woman smiled reservedly. She had an elegant temperament, like a well-educated lady from a noble family, but her clothes were very simple, all old styles from several years ago.

Miwa Kazuya watched his neighbor leave. He looked at the flower pots carefully again, making sure that each one had been watered before returning indoors.

As soon as he entered, Qingliu Binguang's voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Who were you talking to outside just now?"

"Mrs. Irino next door."

Miwa Kazuya quickly answered his question and added, "It seems that she plans to take her children to participate in the food tasting event of the new cooking class that opened in 4-chome."

He was a little curious about the place and wanted to go and take a look. He heard that the owner of the classroom was a well-known female culinary researcher and the food should be delicious.

However, as this thought was turning over his mind, he heard Aoyagi Akiko speak again:
"It seems that her luck is not very good."

This sentence seemed to be spoken casually, without any malice, but it made Sanwa Kazuya stunned.

Aoyagi Akimitsu looked towards him. From a distance, Miwa Kazuya couldn't tell what was in those eyes.

"Are you interested in that place?" Black's teammate said gently, "Let's go there later. It's not very safe outside recently."

……Why?
Miwa Kazuya lowered his head and felt himself pursing his lips hard, his upper teeth biting his lower lip.

After a few seconds, he said in his most normal voice:

"I see."

...He still didn't ask any more questions. (End of this chapter)