Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 44 Blood Boiling
The corridor in front of the restroom at Mihua Restaurant.

Conan looked around, completely unaware of the tall man in black approaching from the front.

Soon, the footsteps drew closer, and by the time Conan sensed something, it was too late; his face had already bumped into something.

"it hurts!"

He was thrown to the ground, his buttocks burning with pain, and his glasses were askew, making him look quite disheveled.

Conan adjusted his glasses in annoyance. Although they were just for decoration, after wearing them for a while, he always felt like he was nearsighted, as if he couldn't see anything if he took them off.

"Are you alright?" Nakajima put the cold keys into his pocket, suppressing his elation, and looked at Conan with a worried expression.

The transaction was completed. Just a moment ago, he and Tequila exchanged front desk number plates with perfect understanding. The number plate in his hand was now worth 100 million, a real 100 million in cash.

Conan grimaced for a long time before finally managing to lift his head and look at the culprit who had bumped into him.

He slowly raised his head and saw black suit trousers; he raised it again and saw a black suit and tie; he raised it again and finally saw the face of this tall man.

He was around forty years old, with a square face, a chin that looked like a butt, a tuft of mustache above his lip, a sinister look in his eyes, and was wearing a black hat.

At first glance, Conan's heart couldn't help but beat faster; it wasn't the feeling of being moved, but rather a feeling of palpitations.

The man in front of him reminded him of the black-clad organization.

Those two, a tall, thin, fat, and short combination.

What really irked him was that guy named Gin, the one who caused him to shrink.

"Kid, watch where you're going."

After leaving those words, the man in black strode away, seemingly unconcerned about having knocked down a child, and even a little annoyed.

The clattering sound of leather shoes on the ground faded into the distance, and Conan finally snapped out of his reverie.

"Are you alright?" Nakajima helped Conan up.

Conan shook his head, turned back to look in the direction the man had left, and asked thoughtfully, "Uncle Nakajima, is that man in black also from your Manten Games company?"

Nakajima shook his head, calmly pretending not to recognize him, "No, I've never seen him before either, he's probably from a competitor."

Because of the nature of the press conference, not only game enthusiasts were present, but also reporters and people from other game development companies, so saying this is perfectly reasonable and justifiable.

Xia Chuan went straight to the front desk as soon as he got the key.

The reason he tripped Conan was because he was annoyed by Conan's previous suspicions and it was revenge for Conan's previous actions.

While it's difficult to do anything to the other party under Xia Chuan's alias, he can secretly mess with Conan at other times.

The press conference was in full swing, and everyone had gathered at the venue, making the area in front of the stage rather quiet.

"how's it going."

Xia Chuan went to the front desk and handed the key to Frank, who was disguised as the lobby manager.

"I've gotten rid of the receptionist. Oh, and the bomb has been planted, and the items have been found."

Frank, looking as if he'd seen a ghost, added, "That guy named Takeshita seemed a bit cowardly, but I never expected him to have a bomb hidden in his briefcase."

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, "Luckily you told me to be careful beforehand."

Xia Chuan hummed in agreement and continued, "Where's the list?"

"Here it is." Frank handed a small note to Xia Chuan. "The bombs are all planted. All they have to do is open the briefcase when they get back, 'bong~'."

Frank clenched his fist, then opened it, a smug smile on his face, as if victory was assured and he could already see the explosion.

"Oh right, there's one bomb left."

Because Takeshita's briefcase was already planted with a bomb, Frank didn't open it. The environment didn't allow him time to defuse the bomb either, and even dealing with the receptionist took him a lot of effort.

"Take it back and keep it for next time. I'm going to make a call."

Next, I need to call Vodka to let him know I'm safe.

Although Natsukawa couldn't get Vodka's phone number out of Tequila, he still managed to extract it from Tequila's communication device using technical means.

"Okay, be careful. Do you need me to meet you?"

Xia Chuan shook his head. "No need. The distillery is very cautious. I'm afraid they'll find out about you. You should stay home and contact the IRS. Tequila's body needs to be disposed of as soon as possible."

Xia Chuan turned and left.

Conan, who had just come out of the bathroom, witnessed this scene.

Why is someone who isn't an employee of Mantiantang carrying a Mantiantang briefcase?

That's so suspicious!

Seeing the briefcase in the man in black, Conan fell into deep thought, his eyes slowly becoming profound.

Watching the man in black slowly walk away, Conan pondered for a long time before deciding to follow him. This man was likely suspicious; even if he wasn't part of the Black Organization, he could be some kind of corporate spy. (Beihua Restaurant lobby lounge area)

Xia Chuan walked to the public phone, inserted a coin, picked up the phone, and began dialing Vodka.

While waiting for the call to connect, he caught a glimpse of Conan sneaking up behind him.

However, he didn't care. That's how the original plot was. He didn't need to avoid Conan. Letting things take their natural course would be beneficial for him to uncover the secrets of the Black Organization.

He didn't want to affect the plot too much. If the plot really developed in an uncontrollable direction, the IRS's mission might fall through, and he didn't need to take that risk.

Therefore, Xia Chuan raised his voice after the call was connected.

"Hey, it's me, Tequila."

At this moment, his voice was exactly the same as Tequila's. Without the aid of any props, he simply used his ventriloquism to imitate Tequila's voice out of thin air.

Compared to Conan pretending to buy drinks, this is undoubtedly much more sophisticated. At least he doesn't need to wear a bow tie and voice changer around his neck, which sometimes looks quite silly.

Natsukawa didn't even overlook the so-called Osaka dialect detail.

"How's the mission going?"

Vodka's voice was somewhat muffled, sounding a bit like that of a homebody; this was the first time Xia Chuan had ever heard Vodka's voice.

"Vodka, tell Gin that the mission is complete, and I will come to meet you next."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Chuan heard a sound behind him. He turned around and saw that Conan's wallet had fallen to the ground.

You're still too young, Detective.

He was so startled that his hands trembled; he had absolutely no detective self-discipline.

He even claims to be a fan of Sherlock Holmes; he would never do that.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, a kid just dropped his wallet. See you tonight."

Click, the phone hangs up.

"Uncle, can you lift your foot? I think my coin fell at your feet." Conan's cute voice came from below.

"It's you again, you little brat. Sorry, I have smelly feet. Here, take this. You don't need the coins on your feet." With that, Xia Chuan took out a ten-thousand-yuan bill from his wallet, threw it on the ground, and treated it like a beggar's gift. After giving it away, he even stepped on the bill before leaving.

Trying to install a listening device under my feet? Pshaw, dream on!
Conan was completely bewildered; this wasn't how the script was supposed to go!

Looking at Fukuzawa Yukichi on the ground, he picked him up with a sigh. Why not take it? But this man in black's thought process is definitely not normal.

Even a normal person wouldn't throw down a ten-thousand-yuan bill without even stepping on it. And the Gin and Vodka the other party mentioned in the previous call—weren't they the two who drugged me? It must be them.

Conan's feelings were very complicated, a mixture of pride and deep pain.

Triumphantly, he finally found a clue to the Black Organization. The pain was heartache; the pain he felt when shrinking and growing back reappeared in his memory, making the pain particularly intense.

No, I need to pull myself together.

The next moment, Conan's eyes were filled with unwavering determination, and he suddenly felt a surge of excitement. The aftereffects of his cold completely disappeared at that moment, and he was fully revived on the spot.

However, Xia Chuan wouldn't wait for him.

By the time Conan finished feeding himself chicken soup, Natsukawa had already reached the door, gotten into a taxi, and left.

hateful!

Conan stood in front of the Beika Restaurant, filled with regret. He ran to the door, only to be met with a mouthful of exhaust fumes, and watched the other person disappear around the corner.

I was thinking for too long and let this person named Tequila get away.

wrong!

Go ask at the front desk; maybe they know something.

Just now, when this tequila was leaving, it seemed like he exchanged a few words with the receptionist.

Although he didn't hear anything, he saw their lips moving, so they must have been talking about something, which might give him some clues.

Conan quickly ran to the front desk.

"Uncle, was that man in black an employee of Full Paradise?"

Frank was about to leave when he heard the sound and glanced at Conan, who was not much shorter than him.

Sure enough, the little guy arrived.

Xia Chuan really is a prophet.

(End of this chapter)