Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 64 Has the winery become this vicious?
Suburbs of Tokyo.

This area used to be a residential area, but it was abandoned due to municipal planning ten years ago.

Most residents received substantial compensation and were relocated to nearby Beika Town and Beika Town.

However, this area was not demolished as a result, supposedly because the planning was not completed.

Some speculate that there have been new changes to the plans, while others guess that it is related to economic fluctuations, and the demolition project collapsed before it even started.

The reasons behind this are not to be told to outsiders.

It's possible that the leader who organized the demolition has been murdered, after all, this is Tokyo. If the leader is from Beika, the possibility increases even more.

Several ordinary cars were parked against the wall in front of a small house in an abandoned residential area.

There wasn't much snow on the roof, and the tire tracks on the snow were still very clear, so it probably hadn't been parked for long.

Inside, several well-dressed Europeans and Americans sat around a dilapidated table, talking about something. Some people kept looking around the windows, seemingly checking the situation.

On the second floor, a person was using tactical binoculars to observe a distant location. Judging from the direction, it was the temporary residence of the Kudo family of three for the night.

Everyone inside stood ramrod straight, their eyes resolute, and the dark metallic sheen of their bulging waists spoke volumes about what they were.

The man on the second floor was wearing a knitted hat and a black windbreaker. He had a cool expression that conveyed indifference and detachment.

This person was none other than Shuichi Akai, who had only recently arrived in Japan.

He appeared calm on the surface, but was actually extremely unsettled inside.

After all, tonight he might be facing his 'nemesis' and 'lover', Gin, whom he has always wanted to get rid of.

After observing for a long time and confirming that there were lights on the second floor of the small house and that the car downstairs showed no signs of leaving, he called over an FBI investigator and handed him the tactical binoculars.

When he arrived downstairs, the people at the table all turned their gazes toward him. As the person in charge of this operation, he was naturally the one in charge.

"Shuichi, this operation is far too hasty. We are not prepared enough, our personnel are incomplete, and we don't even have many weapons and ammunition on hand," a square-faced man with a pig-like hairstyle said with some concern.

The operation was too rushed, and not all of the FBI's members in Japan could get there; only a few people near Tokyo could come, totaling less than ten.

Moreover, there are significant limitations on weaponry. The FBI always relies on spending money to acquire equipment for combat. They only received information about this mission in the afternoon and are scheduled to take action tonight. They simply don't have time to prepare much, and even their reconnaissance is extremely basic. They only know that there will be a transaction tonight, but they don't even know what the contents are.

Almost everyone was only equipped with one weapon, a Colt 1911 tucked at their waist. They didn't even have many magazines, so their firepower was somewhat insufficient in a fight.

Simply put, we've never fought a war with such limited funds.

Another point.

This isn't America, it's Japan!

When they are carrying out their missions, they also have to be careful of the Japanese public security police and the Metropolitan Police Department, which restricts their ability to fully utilize their strength.

They can't afford to be careless, because it would be very troublesome if the Japanese discovered that they were carrying out a mission in Japan under false identities.

After all, an agent who enters the country without reporting it is no different from a spy.

Shuichi Akai remained silent, his brows furrowed.

He had some doubts about the authenticity and reliability of this operation.

But this operation was ordered personally by the newly appointed FBI Director, so he had no choice but to come, unless he didn't want to work for the FBI anymore.

The new director was eager to demonstrate his abilities after taking office and was very concerned about the Black Organization, hoping to achieve results through this operation and solidify his position in the FBI.

The new broom sweeps clean, and the first fire he lit was against the former bureau chief, who is now in jail.

Shuichi Akai didn't want to be the one to be set off again.

He still had many things left to do: he hadn't exposed the Black Organization, hadn't killed Gin, hadn't avenged his father, hadn't found his mother, and hadn't been able to reunite with his family.

Hmm, I think I've forgotten something.
Never mind, that's all he expected.

"This operation was ordered by the director, and we have no right to vote against it. We haven't seen any members of the Black Organization yet, and the two strange men who made the deal with them haven't come out since they went into the cabin, which is very suspicious."

"Could there be a secret passage in that hut?" Camel, with his pig-like hairstyle and square face, speculated. "Maybe they've already quietly left through the secret passage, and their transaction location is actually somewhere else." Shuichi Akai shook his head: "Impossible."

He just saw a masked man waver by the window, so he's definitely still there.

"That's not the problem. The main issue is that it's already midnight, and Gin hasn't shown up yet, and there's been no movement from the people inside the cabin."

It's possible the transaction hasn't happened yet, but Shuichi Akai feels uneasy, like a fishbone stuck in his throat, yet he can't pinpoint the reason.

Suddenly, footsteps came from upstairs, the sound was a little hurried, and soon the footsteps spread to the stairs, and the FBI investigator who had just taken over the observation mission from Shuichi Akai hurriedly came to him.

"There was a primary school student wearing glasses on the second floor of the hut. I saw him open the window and look down. His upper body was bound with rope. He looked like a kidnapped child."

"Elementary schoolboy?"

The FBI investigators present exchanged bewildered glances. Really?
Have wineries become so malicious as to traffic children?
"Could it be"

Shuichi Akai stopped talking halfway through his sentence; he seemed to have a clue.

He knew that Sherry was researching some kind of drug, and now that a child has appeared, could Gin's deal with these two people involve this child?

Has Shirley's research reached the point where it requires using children for human experiments?

Shuichi Akai put his hands in his pockets, sat down in a chair, and remained silent.

The others dared not speak, knowing that they should not disturb their superior's thinking at this time.

Conan tried to wriggle his hips, hoping to use his elementary school-aged body to break free of the ropes binding him.

However, the effect was not good. Instead of breaking free, the rope tightened even more because of his twisting.

Utterly helpless, he looked out the window. This was the second floor. Not to mention him now, even if Shinichi Kudo before he shrunk had jumped down, he would have to kneel.

How to do?
The two black-clad kidnappers outside are sleeping; this is undoubtedly the best time to escape!
However, the man called the Dark Night Baron was very meticulous. Apart from a tattered cloth, there was nothing in the room that could help him escape.

A rag can be torn and rolled into a rope, but now that his arms are bound, he is unable to achieve any skillful dexterity.

Escaping would be an impossible task for him now, but waiting to die is not in Shinichi Kudo's nature; there must be other ways.

The Kudo couple outside the door were pretending to be asleep, but were actually talking quietly.

"Are you sure it's okay? It's so cold. What if Shin-chan gets frostbite if we leave him in that room?"

The old mother still had a shred of conscience and felt a little sorry for her son.

Playing around is fine, but you can't joke about your health.

"It's okay. Have you forgotten how I used to take him winter swimming in Hawaii when he was little?"

Wearing the mask of the Dark Baron, Kudo Yusaku was full of confidence. He had considered everything and had just told his son about tomorrow's deal. Now, he would see what his son would do.

Today he wanted to scare his son to death and make him realize the danger he was in.

He was shrunk to such a huge extent by the Black Organization without being consulted. If he hadn't run back to Japan to avoid writing his manuscript, he would still be in the dark.

"But that was when I was a child, so many years have passed."

"Don't worry, isn't he just like he was when he was a child? Besides, my son couldn't possibly be that weak."

Yukiko Kudo pouted, somewhat dissatisfied. It was as if he wasn't her son, as if he inherited all the excellent genes.

"By the way, don't you think it's a bit too quiet here?" Kudo Yusaku turned over and looked out the window, with a bad feeling about him, but he couldn't figure out why.

Did the guy who was rushing me to finish the manuscript follow me to Japan?

"This place has been abandoned for so long, isn't it normal for it to be quiet?"

Why did they have to find such a godforsaken place, with no heating, only a stove?
Yukiko Kudo wrapped her clothes even tighter.

(End of this chapter)