Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 9 Beika Town Car God

Xia Chuan sighed as he watched the two little ones disappear through the school gate.

Yesterday was Friday, why is today Thursday?!
Looks like I need to buy a digital clock for the house, otherwise I can't live like this. It doesn't need to show the date, just tell me what day of the week it is.

Without hesitation, Xia Chuan returned to the Beihua Department Store.

Because of the previous robbery, security here has been significantly strengthened, somewhat as a case of better late than never.

"Mr. Natsukawa, what do you want to buy this time?"

Seeing that Xia Chuan's department store manager was very enthusiastic, he waved to a security guard to help Xia Chuan park his car. They didn't normally offer this service, but because of Xia Chuan, they now did.

"Buy a digital clock, one that can show the day of the week."

"That's it?" The manager was a little disappointed, but he still had professional ethics. Although he wasn't very happy, he still went to buy a full-screen digital clock for Xia Chuan.

In the world of science fiction, there is no concept of years and months; the electronic clock only displays the date and the five elements (metal, wood, water, fire, earth, sun).

But that's enough for him. He just needs to know what day of the week it is; he can't ask for too much.

The old scoundrel Qingshan divided a year into more than twenty parts, each part being a year in itself. This is truly outrageous. I wonder if there will be more parts later on, since there were already more than 1,200 episodes before he transmigrated.

After thinking for a while, Xia Chuan didn't leave. She bought some more autumn and winter clothes. Ke Xue said that the weather is unpredictable. Today is summer, but it might rain tomorrow or snow the day after. There is also a little kid at home, so she needs to prepare in advance.

The manager followed Xia Chuan with a smile, saying that the best clients naturally deserve the best manager's service.

Xia Chuan didn't quite understand and asked, "Is there a female manager?"

The manager remained silent for a long time before saying, "Yes, but they don't look good."

"?????"

what does it mean?

None of my family members understand what this manager is talking about.

I want to buy clothes for my daughter.

This shopping spree took quite a bit of time, but time is never an issue in the world of Ke Xue. As it approached noon, the manager wanted to treat Xia Chuan to lunch, but he declined.

In the world of Detective Conan, eating food from strangers is extremely dangerous because you never know if their enemies might poison the food, especially for company executives, whose mortality rate is quite high.

After grabbing a quick bite at a random restaurant that wasn't a rice-growing place, Xia Chuan drove off to the Pisco Motor Company's fourth-hand dealership.

"Well?"

On the way, Xia Chuan suddenly noticed something strange following behind his car.

Upon closer inspection, wow, it must be the traffic police from yesterday.

The police car followed quietly without sirens blaring. If Xia Chuan hadn't had good eyesight, he would have been caught off guard.

Boom!

The GTR sped along, spraying exhaust fumes onto the windshield of the police car behind it.

“Miwako, this is the guy. He was racing in Beika Town yesterday. He’s really fast, so don’t lose him.” After saying that, Miyamoto Yumi, with great self-awareness, fastened her seatbelt and gripped the upper left handle with both hands. “Okay, Miwako.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a strong push against her back almost made her float away. Luckily, she had grabbed the handle in advance and managed to get her body used to the inertia.

With a whoosh, the police car spun ninety degrees in a spectacular fashion, like a dragon swinging its tail.

Looking at the police officer closely following in the rearview mirror, Xia Chuan was somewhat surprised. Had they changed officers? The traffic police yesterday weren't this fast.

The car quickly accelerated to over 200 km/h, and the registration had to be put on hold for the time being. Xia Chuan intentionally chose a relatively secluded road to ensure safety, not because he was afraid of hitting someone, but because he was afraid that others would be frightened by his speed and drive the car into a ditch.

"Could it be Miwako Sato?"

He was already traveling at 250 km/h. Although the police behind him weren't keeping up as closely, they weren't left behind.

Perhaps only Miwako Sato in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department could drive at that speed?
The GTR was floored on the gas pedal. On the suburban road, both cars had reached their speed limits. The police officer couldn't keep up with the speed limit and was quickly left behind by Xia Chuan.

If Sato Miwako didn't drive her red Mazda RX7, she wouldn't be able to catch up with him, and even if she did, she might not be able to catch up. Natsukawa was confident of that.

Inside the police car, Miwako Sato shook her head helplessly, "We can't catch up."

"Miwako is already very fast, the main problem is that our Metropolitan Police Department's car doesn't vomit!" Miyamoto Yumi, pale-faced, pushed open the car door and vomited uncontrollably.

Thomas the Tank Engine drift, blade overtake, Formula One acceleration—all that's missing is a whirlwind tornado.
The GTR, having completely left Tokyo, began to slow down.

"Looks like I need to change the color of the car. A white GTR without license plates seems too conspicuous."

Xia Chuan leaned back leisurely, driving with one hand, and lit a cigarette.

He hasn't smoked for a while. Since Anya came into the family, apart from coffee, he hasn't taken out cigarettes for a long time. This pack of cigarettes was brought from the United States, and there are still seven or eight sticks in it.

Suddenly, a black car drove up from directly in front of them. The sleek, retro design was extremely rare. Xia Chuan narrowed his eyes. It was a Porsche 356A.

I never expected to run into someone in a place like this.

To follow or not to follow?

The question flashed through Xia Chuan's mind for only a moment before he made his decision.

跟！
The car completed a spectacular drift in an instant. Meanwhile, inside the Porsche 356A...

"Big brother, do you need to go to Miyano Akemi's place in person? Actually, I can go by myself."

Gin rolled down the car window, letting the wind whip his face, lit a cigarette, and then spoke, "Just an outsider. I didn't come here because of her."

"Could it be because of Sherry?" Vodka asked.

“That’s right, Sherry is threatening to strike again.” Gin flicked his cigarette ash. “This time I’m going to take down Akemi Miyano and show Sherry that she has no right to negotiate with the organization.”

Vodka's lips curled into a sinister smile. "What does Big Brother plan to do?"

"Of course, we'll send Akemi Miyano to her death, but before that, we'll let her shine for the organization one last time. Recently, the organization's businesses in the US have entered a quiet period due to the investigation, and for the next period of time, our only source of funding will be Japan. Pisco is also in charge of internet and software engineering development projects, so we don't have any extra funds on hand."

Vodka immediately understood, "So, Big Brother wants Miyano Akemi to make a killing before she dies, robbery or drug trafficking?"

"Murder and arson bring wealth and power"—this saying remains true everywhere. Miyano Akemi is just a weak woman. To get a large sum of money from the other party in a short time, the only options are robbery or drug trafficking. Robbery is more likely, since it's a risk-free business. Drug trafficking is less likely, as this industry chain is already stable.

"Nothing makes money faster than robbing a bank!"

Gin sighed, threw his cigarette butt out, and closed the car window.

At this point, the Porsche 356A had already entered Tokyo.

Xia Chuan, who was following closely behind, breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the police car seemed to have left. He was really afraid that the police car was waiting for him here.

There's a car following us.

Gin suddenly spoke up, startling Vodka so much that he almost swerved the steering wheel. "Big brother, what do we do?"

"That white GTR drove past us in the suburbs, and it must have turned around and followed us all the way. We'll find a chance to shake it off and head to Temporary Outpost Number Three."

Vodka grunted in response, pressed the accelerator slightly, and sped up, crossing the intersection before the red light. "Are they police?"

"I don't know, but they probably weren't coming for us in the first place, otherwise they wouldn't have driven from the opposite side when we were in the suburbs." Gin started thinking, but he had no clue.

Xia Chuan slammed on the brakes and stopped at the intersection. "Have we been spotted?"

The Porsche 356A was clearly acting strangely. It deliberately slowed down before the intersection and waited until the green light was almost over before driving through. Its intention was obvious; it probably wanted to see if the other driver would follow.

Xia Chuan had no choice but to give up. He didn't want to be targeted by traffic police again for running a red light in broad daylight. If he lost them, so be it; he would run into them again eventually.

The green light came on, and the white GTR turned left at the intersection, heading towards Pisco Motor Corporation.

It's time to change the car's appearance and get the license plates done, otherwise the Metropolitan Police Department's traffic division will chase this car again tomorrow.

Gin, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief upon confirming that the GTR was no longer following him.

Vodka said, "It seems to be a coincidence. Shall we still go to Temporary Outpost Number Three?"

“It’s not a coincidence,” Gin shook his head, lost in thought.

"Could it be the FBI tracking us down? Is it Rye or Shuichi Akai?"

Gin didn't speak, but he shared the same thoughts as Vodka, as did Shuichi Akai.

Thinking of this person, he wished even more that Miyano Akemi would die!
His ex-girlfriend's death must have been painful for him, right?

Even if Shuichi Akai's relationship with Akemi Miyano is just a pretense, doing this will at least disgust Shuichi Akai.

"Go see Akemi Miyano."

"Yes!"

Shuichi Akai, who was far away in the United States, suddenly sneezed.

The interrogation room was a bit cold.

Sitting in front of him was the former director of the FBI, who was discovered by his rivals for secretly handing over information about the distillery to the IRS. As a result, the deputy director was promoted, and the director became a prisoner.

There was also a document in front of him, from the IRS.

That's right, the FBI also planted agents in the IRS, but it wasn't the former director's doing, it was the current director's doing.

The United States has its own unique circumstances: a separation of powers and checks and balances among various government agencies. Espionage and intelligence agents are simply standard practice. You might not find any spies from other countries in the White House, but you'll certainly find a ton of your own agents.

Spy at dusk, neon lights, winery.

He remained lost in thought for a long time, not even snapping out of it when the former bureau chief, his face bruised and swollen, was taken away.

Click.

The interrogation room door was pushed open, and blonde, blue-eyed Judy Starling walked in.

She didn't speak, but simply watched Shuichi Akai ponder.

After a long silence, he raised his head.

"Go to Neon."

(End of this chapter)