Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 17: A Tangled Mess
on Monday!

It's finally Monday.

Five days have passed since the Shikishima case, and Monday has finally arrived.

God knows how Xia Chuan spent this time, the dates kept switching back and forth between Saturday and the weekend.

Conan and Kogoro Mouri have taken on several cases in the past few days.

There was no way around it; the news of helping Shikishima find gold bars worth 1 billion yen had already spread, and Kogoro Mouri's fame was now equivalent to 1 billion yen in gold. How could he not become famous?
Cases came in droves.

For this reason, Kogoro Mouri would invite Natsukawa to his office for drinks every night.

However, Natsukawa suspected that Uncle Mori just wanted to drink but was afraid of being scolded by Ran, so he used him as an excuse.

Of course, since Xiaolan didn't notice this, he couldn't say anything. But since it could also bring the two families closer, he didn't stand on ceremony.

To put it nicely, Kogoro Mouri's reputation has indeed been boosted once again thanks in part to his efforts.

However, one point is worth mentioning: the day after the group left Shikijima.

One billion yen worth of gold bars stored in the home of village chief Takeo Mikami of Shikishima have been stolen.

It appears that more than one force infiltrated Shikijima. However, it is certain that the gold nuggets were stolen by a group of people flying an armed helicopter.

That day, Shikishima was a city that never sleeps.

In the dead of night, amidst the roar of gunfire, many unidentified people lay dead in the streets. According to later police investigations, some of these bodies were wanted criminals, some were ordinary employees, some were illegal immigrants, and some were even unidentifiable.

In short, this incident has caused a sharp decline in the credibility of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, prompting the department's top officials to hold multiple meetings in response.

The culprit, Xia Chuan, didn't care about any of that; what he cared about was whether he could obtain information about the distillery through this.

The result was touching.

Frank did indeed discover clues about the distillery and confirmed that the people from the distillery were the ones who ultimately obtained the gold nuggets.

"Hey, Uncle Mori, where are you headed?"

Xia Chuan went downstairs to get his car and went to find Frank to find out more about what happened. But as soon as he got downstairs, he saw Kogoro Mouri rushing downstairs.

"I'm fine. I just thought the scenery was nice today, so I went out to get some fresh air." Kogoro Mouri pulled his right hand back, completely hiding the camera that was sticking out at one corner.

"Okay, then take your time playing. I'm off."

Xia Chuan smiled and didn't seem to care.

There must be a case involving surveillance or similar activities.

As for whether it was an extramarital affair or something like that, Xia Chuan didn't know.

Recently, many cases like this have come to Uncle Mori, but he hasn't taken them all. In his words, "My net worth has increased now, why would I bother investigating extramarital affairs?"

However, Xia Chuan just treated it as a joke, mainly because the client didn't give enough money.

When I arrived at Frank's house, Frank was on the phone.

The flip phone I used was the one I had shown Xia Chuan before. In this era when mobile phones were still popular and public telephones were everywhere, this thing was still extremely conspicuous.

There were three flip phones in total. Xia Chuan took one, gave one to Anya, and Frank kept one for himself.

The reason for giving it to Anya was because of the alarm. Although the alarm was useful, it couldn't provide real-time communication. In comparison, a flip phone was more convenient. For this reason, Xia Chuan even put a tracking device inside the phone.

After Frank finished his call, he plopped down on the sofa in front of Xia Chuan.

Xia Chuan spoke directly, "Tell me, what have you found out about the winery?"

Frank placed several photos neatly on the table in front of him.

Xia Chuan looked at the photos carefully. Each photo was taken at night, and although they were not very clear, some outlines could still be seen.

"Is that a helicopter?"

Frank nodded. "That's right, this helicopter should be the one from Shikishima."

"If we could find out where this was filmed, we might be able to locate a base of the distillery."

Xia Chuan had thought that Frank might be able to find out something, but he never expected that he would actually be able to find that armed helicopter.

After all, the incident on Shikishima happened at night, when visibility was already poor. Once the helicopter took off, it would be virtually invisible and silent once it reached a certain altitude.

“Chiba Prefecture!” Frank pulled out an A4-printed map of Chiba and pointed to the edge of Kamogawa City. “It’s here.”

"Hehe, you didn't expect that, did you! I didn't expect it either."

Frank seemed to be thinking of something happy and continued, "We've been in Japan for a while now, and we've been a bit bored lately. So I've been looking for some fun things online. This is something a friend of mine sent to our chat group. The style is the same as what the Metropolitan Police Department found."

"The Black Hawk 56 is a very common helicopter internationally. It's quite common, and Japan buys so many of them that they can be easily converted into armed combat helicopters with just a little modification. It just costs more money, so there's not much point in investigating it."

Xia Chuan nodded.

Chiba Prefecture?
Xia Chuan went through his mind and found that it was completely blank.

Not impressed.

“I checked. There’s a biopharmaceutical company where the helicopter landed. According to a former employee, they’re developing common cold medicine, but that needs further investigation.” Frank, clearly well-prepared, continued, “However, I suspect they’re manufacturing drugs!”

Xia Chuan raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

In the show, Gin is either trading or on his way to trading, so he wouldn't be surprised if there was a drug trafficking business involved.

What he was curious about was how Frank discovered that the other party was involved in drug manufacturing, not pharmaceuticals, such as the development of APTX4869.

Is Shirley here?
wrong!

Sherry should be at some secret drug research institute in Tokyo.

If it were in Chiba, it would be impossible for Sherry to run to the Kudo family's doorstep after shrinking and escaping; that's unrealistic, as it takes one or two hours to drive from Tokyo to Chiba.

"I personally went and looked through their medical waste."

Xia Chuan: "."

"Frank, your efforts will definitely pay off. All the profits from Shikishima Intelligence on the dark web are yours."

Going through the trash is fine, but going through medical waste is somewhat dangerous.

“I searched the place while wearing a hazmat suit. They found residues of multiple drug-making raw materials in their medical waste. I also found the company’s architectural plans. They clearly didn’t have an underground parking garage or underground warehouse, but they dug three underground levels. There must be something wrong here.”

"That's great. Let's give this intelligence to the IRS today and let them have a taste of it."

Frank paused for a moment, then frowned slightly. "I think that cocktail bar is actually less valuable. If they give the IRS too much of a treat at the beginning, they won't be able to keep up with the small stuff later."

Xia Chuan shook his head.

There is nothing we can do about this.

He still needs the cocktail bar, and the tequila is related to his upcoming plans, so the cocktail bar the other party recently visited can't be touched.

But we can't not offer the IRS any incentives. Even though the mission has just begun, it's okay if we don't give the IRS any information.

But human relationships aren't calculated that way; if you want a horse to run, you have to feed it.

They'll definitely contact the FBI later, but for now, it's better to make a good impression on the IRS. Maybe they can get information on Shuichi Akai later. Besides, it's easier for the IRS to provide weapons than for them to get them themselves. Who knows, maybe one day he'll be doing parkour with Gin in an armed helicopter.

Of course, we can't rely entirely on the IRS. Some of the equipment for the Ke Xue side still needs to be purchased through the dark web, such as flip phones.

"Alright, you're the one who will do it, so I'll listen to you."

Frank nodded, then seemed to remember something, rubbing his chin with his fingers for a moment, his expression somewhat surprised and uncertain.

Xia Chuan asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

What does this expression mean?
It seemed like he wanted to say something, but couldn't bring himself to say it.

"That. That"

"explain."

Xia Chuan hated this kind of hesitation and reluctance to speak, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Isn't the deal with the IRS next Monday?"

Xia Chuan: "!!??"

"Xia Chuan, tell me honestly, are you sick? Do you have some kind of problem with time memory? You were like this last time too."

Xia Chuan's fingers trembled slightly. He had checked the digital clock this morning! Today was indeed Monday!
The trading dates have changed again.

"So, is the press conference for 'All Heaven' this week or next week?"

"This week!"

Xia Chuan collapsed onto the sofa.

Last week, it was said that the deal with the IRS would take place this Monday, and the press conference for Full Heaven is also this Friday.

But why is the transaction scheduled for next Monday, while the press conference for Mantang is still this Friday?

My brain isn't working properly.

Seeing that Xia Chuan's head was starting to smoke, clearly indicating a CPU short circuit, Frank added insult to injury.

"Time Disorder Syndrome?"

Xia Chuan weakly raised his hand. "Just consider this a problem I have. In the future, if anything happens, remember to let me know on the morning of the same day. I'm afraid I won't remember."

I've completely given up; there's no hope.

Ke Xue's time can no longer be described as chaotic; it's like a tangled ball of yarn. When you try to sort out your thoughts, you find that the ball of yarn has hundreds of loose ends.

It's a tangled mess, impossible to unravel. A unique feeling wells up inside me!
Let Frank be his reminder.

As for Anya, she can't even read an alarm clock now, so she'd better not use it as a reminder.

(End of this chapter)