Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 99 Foot Stink Attack Accompanied by Humiliation in the Crotch
"Mariko, do you really want me dead?" Hiramoto Gozo almost choked on his own daughter's words, unable to catch his breath.

Is this something a daughter should say?
Mariko Hiramoto remained silent, glancing to the side without trying to hide her feelings or offer any explanation.

Xia Chuan secretly rolled her eyes.

Look at this family. It's a miracle that Aoyama has survived this long.

“Father, this is my guest. Please do me the honor.”

Shoji Hatamoto stepped out of the cabin, his expression calm, but his clenched fists silently expressed his indignation.

Over the years, he had grown accustomed to his father's temper.

“I will replan dinner and make your favorite Japanese dishes.”

Hiromoto Gozo snorted coldly, his expression softening slightly, at least his son had given him a way out.

But with his position challenged, he couldn't let it go so easily.

It had been a while since he'd used his mouth spray, and his lips were a little itchy.

No wonder I didn't sleep well today, now I know why.

Hiromoto Gozo's voice attracted everyone on the ship, and all their eyes were fixed on him.

Immediately afterwards, Gozou Bokumoto, having gathered his strength, began to launch a tirade, verbally attacking everyone present except for Natsue Bokumoto. This included Takeshi Bokumoto, the newly adopted son-in-law, and even the bystander, Butler Suzuki, had a month's salary deducted.

Ania was so annoyed that she ran away to rest in a distance, covering her head.

A family of nine plus a housekeeper, ten people with eight hundred different thoughts, their heads buzzing with noise, unable to hear anything at all.

Hello, is this the police?
I need to call the police; someone here is using an electric microphone.

The butler, Suzuki, showed no emotion whatsoever when he heard about the pay cut; his expression remained as calm as a deep lake.

Looks like they've gotten used to it.

They're such capitalists, always cutting wages.

Xia Chuan was greatly surprised but expressed his understanding.

Then put on sunglasses, put your hands behind your head, and close your eyes to pretend to sleep.

Let's take a break first; it'll be almost lunchtime by the time this farce is over.

He let it go since Hiromoto Gozo had a foul mouth; respecting the dead is paramount.

Inadvertently.

Natsukawa witnessed Ichiro Hiramoto's private actions.

He clenched his fists, veins popped on his forehead, and his head was lowered, seemingly lost in thought. It was clear he was already harboring murderous intent!
Oblivious to his impending doom, Hiromoto Gozo spouted nonsense for over ten minutes, hurling insults at everyone in the Hiromoto family, from the youngest to the oldest, as if no one in the family was worthy of his attention.

His words were full of disdain and contempt.

The gist of it is that if it weren't for me, you little trash would have become beggars long ago.

A money-loser who only knows how to spend money and not how to make it.

He talks about money all the time.

Capitalists, rife with the stench of money and corruption, are truly disgusting.

That's the kind of personality you deserve!
Dinner was delayed by an hour because of Hōzō Hōmoto's foul language.

The group of six arrived at the restaurant, led by Suzuki's butler.

Hatsue Hiramoto also came along.

"I'm really sorry, but Grandpa's emotions are already unstable. Recently, it seems that some rather upsetting things have happened to the conglomerate, which is why he's like this."

Hatsue Hiromoto bowed and apologized: "I'm really sorry."

Xia Chuan waved his hands repeatedly: "We should be the ones apologizing. We didn't expect the head of the Yabumoto family to be so resistant to outsiders. If we had known, we wouldn't have bothered him."

It has to be said that there is a reason why the old man likes Hatsue Hitomoto; she seems to be the one with the best temper in the whole family.

She's also very polite; I imagine she's quite popular at home.

The reason why Shoji Hakumoto was so humble and composed today was mainly because he didn't dare to raise his voice in front of Natsukawa; otherwise, he would have exploded just now.

In short, apart from Hatsue Hiromoto, everyone else in the Hiromoto family is a bit abnormal; they're all like powder kegs ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

The restaurant on the luxury cruise ship occupies hundreds of square meters and looks exceptionally large.

The group chose a seat by the window and sat down.

Joel looked around curiously and couldn't help but ask, "Where is everyone else? Shouldn't they all be at the restaurant eating at this time?"

Besides the six guests, there are only Natsue Hiramoto and the butler Suzuki here now.

Oh, and there's also the second young master who acts as the chef.

Why did he choose to become a Western chef instead of participating in the family business? This was the main reason why he was scolded by Hiramoto Gozo.

"They don't have much of an appetite today. Butler Suzuki will bring the food to their rooms later." "Heh, with your grandfather's output, who can eat dinner? They're probably all too angry to eat anything." Kogoro Mouri curled his lip. That head of the Hiramoto family is really annoying.

What kind of attitude is that?

Does having money make you so arrogant?

He tried to stop Hiromoto Gozo from using foul language, but the other party only stopped after learning that he was a detective.

They actually look down on him.
They say detectives are a low-class profession.

The vile demons of capitalism, aren't they just people with a little stinking money?
After a period of conversation, the women got along well. Yoru, Ran, and Natsue exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet up for shopping after returning to Tokyo.

The housekeeper delivered the dishes one after another.

"Butler Suzuki, this is for Father."

Shoji Hatomoto kept his promise and cooked a Japanese dish.

"it is good."

The Suzuki butler, his back hunched, slowly pushed the food cart away.

however.

Not long after the other party left, the group heard a scream.

The sound was coming from inside the cabin below.

It was Suzuki, the butler, who had just left not long ago.

"Wow, Grandpa Suzuki's voice is so loud! Is Grandpa Hata deaf?" Anya asked Conan with a blank expression.

However, Conan had already disappeared, leaving only the lingering warmth and ghostly shadow on the chair as proof that someone had just sat there.

Σ(⊙▽⊙"a
So fast!

He eats at a speed comparable to Bond's.

"I'll go take a look too."

Xia Chuan gracefully took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth and stood up.

Kogoro Mouri and Conan were the fastest, followed by Shoji Hatomoto, and then Ran was about to get up.

"Ran, you stay here with Miss Joel. I'll take care of Conan."

Hatsue Hiramoto looked worriedly in the direction the group had left, and after a moment's thought, she followed them.

This is, after all, her family's cruise ship. No matter what happens, it's best if she's there.

The butler, Suzuki, was delivering dinner to his grandfather when he suddenly screamed, which likely means something has happened to him.

“What happened!”

Conan, the number one seed, arrived at the scene immediately.

As far as the eye could see, Suzuki's butler was leaning against the corridor wall, staring at the room in horror.

His fingers trembled as he raised them.

"The master is dead!"

Conan was shocked and waved his hand, "Go call the police!"

Then he was met with a punch from Kogoro Mouri!
The second seed has arrived at the battlefield.

boom!
"Ouch, it hurts!"

Conan grimaced and collapsed at the doorway, his head just managing to stick inside.

What does it taste like?!

Conan was startled and refocused his gaze.

Grass!
A pair of feet wearing wooden clogs were right in front of his face, no more than three centimeters away from his mouth.

As for the taste!

This guy, Houmoto Gozou, has smelly feet, and not just ordinary smelly feet.

Canned herring is nothing special.

Kogoro Mouri glared at him, stepped over his head, and entered the room.

Following closely behind was Natsukawa.

After enduring an attack of smelly feet and two humiliations in one night, Conan looked extremely unwell.

Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!

(End of this chapter)