Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 53 A Legitimate Identity

When spring arrives and flowers bloom, the sea and sky blend into one, and the sea breeze is refreshing and salty.

Unfortunately, Xia Chuan didn't have time to appreciate the beautiful beach and sea view; the roaring propellers completely ruined the atmosphere.

Xia Chuan piloted the helicopter through the clouds.

The rumbling sound of the propellers drew envious glances from the children on the beach.

Children have an inexplicable longing for soaring.

At this time, they did not know what acrophobia was; they only knew that the sky symbolized freedom and was a high place that their parents could not restrain.

In the back seat of the helicopter, Frank, wearing a mask, was stuffing Tequila's body into a body bag.

Then stones were stuffed into it one by one.

In addition, Frank stuffed a few more blood bags in.

If stones weren't placed there, the body would likely have been washed ashore by the waves.

Placing blood bags can attract sharks.

The agave, which had been dead for two days and had been refrigerated for too long, had very little blood that could flow out even when its body was cut open, so this was the only way to attract sharks.

The helicopter flew to international waters, to the same spot where the body from Tsugawa was dropped last time.

Xia Chuan hovered the helicopter, waiting for Frank to throw the body down.

Soon, he heard a 'plop' sound, looked at the splashing water below, and turned away with satisfaction.

Frank is getting more and more skilled. Last time he almost couldn't move the body when he was dumping it, but this time he was quite efficient.

So practice makes perfect. It seems that it's time to put Frank on the agenda to learn how to fly a helicopter. It's quite tiring to have him be the pilot every time.

"Not bad, you're getting more and more skilled." Xia Chuan smiled and glanced back.

Then he looked back again.

The tequila body bag was still in the back seat, half suspended in the air and half pressed against the back seat.

What about people?

Xia Chuan's expression changed drastically, and he quickly changed direction.

As for Frank...
Based on the 'plop' sound just now, it was clearly Frank's body that fell down, not Tequila's.

Returning to the spot where the body had just been dumped, Xia Chuan clearly saw a figure struggling.

Its distinctive tuft of hair bobbed up and down, remaining firm despite the pounding of the seawater.

Fortunately, Frank learned to swim after that car accident; otherwise, his back-and-forth movement would have been enough to sink a non-swimmer to the bottom of the sea.

Hovering and lowering, Xia Chuan skillfully lowered the rescue ladder.

Soon, Frank, reeking of the sea, stumbled ashore in a daze.

The strong smell of the sea made Xia Chuan frown involuntarily.

"Couldn't you have looked back once before you left?" Frank spat several times, clearly having drunk too much seawater; his stomach was quite round.

"Who would have thought that a well-known intelligence dealer in the underworld would be so incompetent?" Xia Chuan curled his lip. "You should thank me for forcing you to learn to swim back then, since you survived."

Frank didn't want to talk and spat into the driver's seat.

Damn IRS, damn distillery, damn tequila.

After returning the helicopter to its rightful owner, the two went back to Frank's villa.

The schedule investigation for Mumu Yu and the then-director Junshin has been completed.

Frank proudly waved the documents in his hand, "This President Mumu is really something. He trusts computer software too much. All the data is hidden in the computer. In just one night, I not only found out his schedule for today, but also obtained some information about their Giant Wood Enterprise's tax evasion."

Xia Chuan didn't care. "He's about to die, there's no need to investigate his taxes."

Giantwood Enterprises is not a company under the distillery, so it is not within the scope of the IRS's mission and therefore has no value.

He could report it to the Japanese National Tax Service, but that wouldn't bring him any benefit.

"That's not how it works. You might not know, but the Japanese National Tax Service recently got a new leader, and it's the kind of time when a new broom sweeps clean. If you give him this, I can get you a legitimate Japanese civil servant status."

"You've even managed to get connections with the IRS?" Xia Chuan was somewhat surprised. He'd only been in Japan for a short time, and Frank was already able to make deals with the head of the Japanese IRS. Not bad.

To be honest, he does need a suitable job as a cover. Ideally, this job should be nominal, and it would be even better if it were a civil servant position, so that Conan would have less suspicion about him.

He used fishing as an excuse last time, what will he do next time? He's quite likely to go out at night, he can't go fishing every day and come back empty-handed every time.

If Frank could get him a position with the IRS, it would definitely be a great help to him.

"Of course, but I didn't meet him in the underworld, I met him online."

"network?"

Frank nodded with great pride when this was mentioned.

"Don't let my staying at home all day and doing nothing fool you. Besides communicating about intelligence on the dark web, I've also joined a bunch of chat rooms in Japan. These chat rooms may seem useless, but sometimes you can still get a lot of information from them."

"So, he's your online friend?"

"Hmm." Frank rubbed his nose, blushing slightly.

He wasn't telling the truth; in fact, he knew the daughter of the IRS commissioner.

His initial purpose in joining a bunch of chat rooms wasn't to get information; he simply wanted to pick up girls.

After learning that his online friend was the daughter of the IRS commissioner, he did some research and confirmed that she was a beautiful woman. Frank then immediately began to pursue her relentlessly.

We're just a little bit away from meeting in person.

Perhaps the tax evasion information of giant timber companies is a good stepping stone.

The girl had complained to him before that her father was so worried because the IRS’s tax investigation was making no progress that he couldn’t eat or sleep.

I'm sure the girl will be very happy if I can help her out of her troubles.

Using this as leverage to request a nominal investigator position from the IRS would certainly not be a problem.

Even if one giant timber company isn't enough, he can add more; he also has a list of companies that the tequila company wants to acquire.

Selling fans in Japan is unrelated to paying taxes, but fan funds always need to be laundered, which involves the IRS. The IRS has the right to intervene in anything involving money.

Moreover, this doesn't conflict with Xia Chuan's mission and can even help him obtain civil servant status, making it a win-win situation.

In an instant, Frank felt love getting closer and closer, and his heart, which had been chilled by the sea breeze, began to burn with warmth. Suddenly, life seemed to hold hope.

Xia Chuan had no idea what Frank was thinking; he only saw the other man grinning and laughing until he ended up having a cramp.

Didn't see it.

Shaking his head, Xia Chuan carefully examined the specific itinerary signed by Mu Muyou.

Mumu's schedule for today is relatively simple.

I met with a client this morning.

I'm meeting with a client this afternoon.

I'm meeting with a client tonight.

That's very much like a businessman.

Oh, it's different at night. I meet clients at nightclubs.

With a sleazy face, a balding head, and the same height as Frank, Mumu You's appearance clearly indicates he's not a respectable person. And since he's meeting clients at a nightclub, it seems those clients aren't respectable people either.

It was after 10 PM; anyone who didn't know better would think Mumu was going to contribute to the GDP of hostesses.

But that's about it. After finishing the business, we'll definitely have to contribute to the GDP.

No wonder you're going bald. With this kind of workload every day, your hair follicles definitely can't grow any hair.

As for Shi Ren Chunxin, since he was Mu Muyou's driver, his schedule was exactly the same as Mu Muyou's. However, a driver has his duties, so he could only wait at the door and would only go in to help the other person when they were drunk.

Perfect timing! That way, once we've dealt with Mumu, we can take Shiren Junshin with us.

Conan and Kogoro Mouri are conveniently away from Tokyo today, making it the perfect time to make a move.

If we wait for Death to return before taking action, the gears of Conan's theory might start turning.

Feeling much more at ease, Xia Chuan glanced up at Frank, who was still fantasizing, shook his head, lit a cigarette, and burned all the documents.

Frank's state lasted a long time; heaven knows exactly how long it had been since he'd touched a woman. Or perhaps he'd remained celibate his entire life, otherwise he wouldn't be in this state.

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