Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 167 The Billion-Dollar Heist
Because Xiaolan and he were there, the occasion definitely wasn't a place like a Kabuki theater; otherwise, Xiaolan would probably have put on a show of father-daughter affection.

It's almost 12 o'clock now, which is about lunchtime. We'll probably eat at a nearby restaurant later.

If you're looking for places to drink nearby, it seems like the only one is Arakawa's Private Kitchen, where the widowed proprietress is very popular with middle-aged people.

He had been to this restaurant twice with Uncle Mori, and the food was quite good, just a bit pricey.

Conan's stomach rumbled twice at the thought of delicious food.

I'm a little hungry.

"Is it not ready yet? It's so slow!"

Conan stood up, preparing to go back into the bank lobby to check on the progress.

suddenly.

"Shhhh-"

A strange sound came from Conan's left, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground. The sound was a bit muffled, like something like a box.

"what happens?"

Curiosity prompted Conan to take a step.

He remembered that this area on the left should be the parking lot of the Siling Bank. Could it be that a vehicle collision occurred?
Filled with questions, Conan walked a few steps to the corner, and just as he was about to turn into the parking lot, he suddenly stopped.

Ten meters ahead of him, the back door of a silver armored truck was wide open, and two men who appeared to be security guards lay on the ground, with blood spreading on the ground.

Behind the armored truck, a yellow van blocked most of the view.

However, Conan could still see half of the car door from his angle.

Two men in black wearing hoods were standing on either side of the trunk of the armored truck, while a long-haired man wearing the same uniform as the fallen security guard was carrying boxes out of the truck.

The long-haired man was probably also a security guard; at this moment, with a gun pointed at him, he dared not make a sound.

"robbery!!!"

Conan's eyes lit up, and his mind suddenly clicked. His rumbling stomach lost all interest in eating at that moment.

Solving cases is more appealing than eating.

"Those two cash transporters...could it be...?" Conan's expression turned grave. He glanced at the two cash transporters lying on the ground for a few seconds, then turned his gaze to the two automatic submachine guns held by the two hooded men in black.

There's blood on the ground, could he be dead?
He began to calculate the possibility of defeating the two robbers single-handedly.

There were few people at the entrance of Siling Bank.

Because of its less-than-ideal location, there are very few pedestrians here.

Conan crouched at the edge of the corner, his heart pounding, as he pulled out Professor Agasa's newly invented portable pocket phone.

The robbery must be reported to Inspector Megure.

Moreover, two cash transport workers were suspected to have died at the scene. A bank robbery plus murder is a rare and major incident even in Mihua.

Conan had just entered the number when he took out his bow tie voice changer, ready to impersonate his seventeen-year-old self to report the crime.

Suddenly, the door of the Yotsubishi Bank opened, and Kogoro Mouri and Ran walked out slowly.

"Conan, what are you doing over there?"

Ran waved curiously, her voice not very loud, but the distance between the gate and the parking lot was not far. This sound not only made Conan turn around in surprise, but also alerted the two robbers who were carrying out the robbery.

The two robbers turned around in a panic and looked in the direction of the sound, just in time to see Conan's exposed toes.

The two robbers exchanged a glance and ordered the long-haired cashier to speed up the movement of the cash.

"Shh!"

Conan, sweating profusely, put his index finger to his lips to shush.

Kogoro Mouri and Ran exchanged a glance, both frowning in confusion.

"Let's go quickly. I made an appointment with the proprietress, Arakawa. She won't save me a seat if it's too late."

Kogoro Mouri was a little annoyed and stepped forward to pick Conan up. As for his actions just now, Conan was probably playing some kind of hide-and-seek game. Kids are like that; they can have a lot of fun even when they're alone.

His voice was extremely loud, and the robbers in the parking lot had obviously confirmed that there were people at the entrance. One of the robbers hung a gun around his neck and joined in carrying the cash, and the speed of carrying the cash increased significantly.

The other robber pointed his gun at the exit, ready to fire if anyone appeared!
"What are you looking at?" Kogoro Mouri noticed Conan sneaking around looking at something and became interested. Ignoring Conan's anxious expression, he peeked halfway out and looked towards the parking lot.

It would have been fine if he hadn't shown his face, but the moment he did, Kogoro Mouri's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open.

Just then!
"Shhhhh-"

The automatic submachine gun equipped with a silencer unleashed its firepower, and several bullets instantly pierced through the wall of the Yotsubishi Bank. Kogoro Mori quickly ducked his head, but debris still splattered all over his face.

Kogoro Mouri instantly snapped out of his daze, grabbed Conan and tossed him behind him, then frowned and shouted at Ran, "Ran, call the police! Someone's robbing a bank armored truck!"

As he was speaking, several more bullets struck his feet.

Ran was momentarily stunned, but only for a moment. She quickly recovered and ran back to the bank while shouting, "I know, Dad, take Conan and stay away!"

Xiaolan isn't afraid of anything except ghosts or monsters.

Moreover, she's an expert at calling the police.

After waiting for about ten seconds, Kogoro Mouri realized that the robbers had stopped shooting at him, so he mustered up his courage and poked half his head out again.

Conan, who had been thrown to the ground, got up at this moment, and the two of them, one big and one small, each poked half their heads out to check the situation.

"What about people?"

The robbers in the parking lot had disappeared, leaving only a cash transporter on the ground, clutching his head and too afraid to move.

Kogoro Mouri was about to go over and check the situation.

The next moment, the van in front of the armored truck started moving, the passenger window rolled down, and the robber leaned out halfway, pointing his gun at the kneeling cashier and firing a shot.

huh~
The cashier was shot in the chest and fell backward, but he did not die immediately. Instead, he struggled to his feet and looked in surprise at the van that had already driven several meters away.

Conan has extremely sharp eyesight and clearly saw doubt in the other person's eyes.

Then, the cashier opened and closed his mouth as if he were saying something.

After saying that, the cashier must have run out of strength, because his body slumped to the side and he didn't move.

Recalling the other person's lip shape, and relying on the lip reading he had learned from his father in Hawaii, Conan's heart raced, and his eyes gleamed. If the robber's van hadn't been heading towards the exit, he would have immediately run to the long-haired cashier.

[If you want to keep it all to yourself, Tequila won't let you get away with it.]

Whether it was a misperception or not, Conan felt that the other person's lip reading roughly translated to this meaning.

Agave!
That name belongs to that organization!

If we can follow the van to find those people, we might even be able to uncover the person who poisoned me—Gin!
The roar of the engine grew louder as the van hurtled toward the door. Kogoro Mouri wanted to do something, but unfortunately, he wasn't a policeman and didn't have any firearms to stop it from leaving.

He looked around and found that there were no suitable weapons, so he had no choice but to pull Conan to hide behind a stone pillar in front of the Yotsubishi Bank.

The van sped away, leaving behind plumes of exhaust fumes that made Conan frown. "That cashier!" Conan's heart skipped a beat. He broke free from Kogoro Mouri's grasp and ran towards the Yotsubishi Bank parking lot.

At this moment, the three cash transporters lay motionless in pools of blood.

Conan glanced at the two cash transporters standing close together, and only when he got closer did he realize that both of them had been shot in the forehead and had no chance of survival.

Finally, he rushed towards the long-haired cashier who was the last to be attacked, hoping to get more information about tequila from him.

The long-haired cash transport worker was shot in the chest and fell onto the concrete road, his blood spreading out.

Just as Conan was worried that the other person was also dead, the long-haired cash transporter's fingers twitched. He seemed to have heard Conan's footsteps and opened his eyes shakily.

"Are you alright?" Conan rushed forward, sat down in front of him, and checked his wounds.

The chest wound was near the heart; logically, the bullet should have hit the heart. How could the other person have survived? I really don't know how lucky he was.

"Call the police! Those three guys want to take it all for themselves!" The long-haired cash transporter opened and closed his mouth, seemingly wanting to say some information about the two robbers.

Conan sat up straight, his expression serious, and said, "My uncle is the famous detective Kogoro Mouri. Tell us the whole story of the case, and Uncle Mouri will avenge you!"

"Really?" The long-haired cash transporter looked up behind Conan and saw that there was indeed a handsome middle-aged man with a small mustache checking on the other two cash transporters.

Come to think of it, this appearance does indeed resemble that of the sleeping detective, Kogoro Mouri.

Kogoro Mouri has become quite famous in Tokyo recently, so it's not surprising that the long-haired cash transport worker recognized him.

He coughed twice excitedly, and the wound bled even more blood as he coughed.

The man glanced at his wound and gave a bitter smile. "I shouldn't have agreed to the organization's request. It's all my fault for being too greedy. In the end, I got nothing and I can't even save my own life. I didn't expect these three guys to be so greedy, wanting to take all the money for themselves."

Upon discovering that there were still survivors behind them, Kogoro Mouri glanced at the long-haired cash transporter's serious chest injury and said, "Don't speak yet. I've already called Beika General Hospital. They should be here in ten minutes at most."

Conan opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing the other person's expression, he swallowed his words.

Although I'm really curious to know if the organization this guy mentioned is related to the tequila mentioned in the lip reading, saving his life is the most important thing right now.

The long-haired cash transporter was probably an accomplice of the two robbers. The reason he was shot was likely due to an unequal distribution of the spoils.

Such cases of killing accomplices due to unequal distribution of benefits are commonplace, and Conan doesn't take them seriously.

What bothered him even more was that the man said "three guys," so there were three robbers?

But he clearly only saw two people. Where is the other person?

"No need," the man glanced at his wound and gave a bitter smile. "I can feel my body losing strength and my head starting to spin. Is this what death feels like?"

Conan looked down and saw that the ground was soaked with blood. It was no wonder that he would experience dizziness, blurred vision, and weakness due to the amount of bleeding.

"Those three people will change cars near the Mihua Mihua Bridge later. Their names, their names."

Conan pressed his ear close to the long-haired man's mouth, trying hard to hear the name the man said.

However, due to excessive blood loss and having said too many useless things, the long-haired cash transporter no longer had the strength to explain. His mouth opened and closed irregularly, and he could barely breathe. Conan could no longer make a judgment based on the other person's lip movements.

Kogoro Mouri sighed and looked to the side of the bank.

The roller shutter door began to slowly rise at some point, and Xiaolan was walking quickly with several people.

Conan glanced back at the roller shutter door, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Big brother, does the 400 Bank have an inside man? Does it have an inside man among the robbers?"

The third robber we didn't see might be lurking in Siling Bank.

His judgment was not unfounded; the roller shutter door inspired him.

Most banks typically have two doors.

One is the main entrance for customers, and the other is a side entrance connecting to the parking lot. Larger banks don't use the main entrance for their armored trucks, as it would affect customers' access and be too conspicuous on the main road.

Therefore, armored trucks usually use the side entrances where there are fewer people.

Logically speaking, the side door should not be closed during business hours.

There are big problems here.

It was very likely that the undercover agent who did it.

"Yes, yes!" The long-haired man grabbed Conan's shoulder and shook him violently, his eyes clearly saying: Guess again, guess the name of the mole.

Conan:
The detective was a little dizzy from being shaken; the explosive power of a dying man was just too strong.

He couldn't even speak a moment ago, but now he can hold him down and shake him for a long time.

This shows that his guess was correct; there was an inside man within Siling Bank.

Among the crowd that ran out, a middle-aged man was the most anxious. He hurriedly half-ran and half-crawled to the spot where the armored truck was parked.

Ignoring Conan and Kogoro Mouri, the man treated the corpse on the ground as if it were nothing, leaping over Conan's head to the trunk of the armored truck to check the situation.

"It's over! Everything's ruined!" Looking at the empty carriage, the middle-aged man plopped down on the floor.

"Ran, have you called the police yet?" Kogoro Mouri ignored the middle-aged man and continued to Ran, "There are still survivors, call an ambulance too."

Ran nodded: "Yes, besides contacting Inspector Megure, I also contacted Beika Central Hospital."

No wonder he's a master at calling the police; he can now apply what he's learned to other situations.

Xiaolan turned her head and pointed to the middle-aged man on the ground, saying, "This is Mr. Otsuka, the manager of the Beika branch of Yotsubishi Bank."

Even without Ran saying anything, Kogoro Mouri could roughly guess who this person was.

"President Otsuka, don't be upset. Gather all the bank employees together so that we can speed up the investigation."

Otsuka Yukinaga glanced back at Kogoro Mouri, and within a few seconds, his expression changed from impatience to ecstasy.

"Is it you? The most famous detective in Beika and even the whole of Tokyo, the sleeping Kogoro Mouri!!!" Otsuka Yukinaga seemed to have seen a savior and ran to Kogoro Mouri and bowed down.

"Mr. Mori, you must help us with this. With you here, we'll definitely find the culprit quickly!"

"Haha, Mr. Otsuka, you're too kind. Now that a case has come up, I certainly won't ignore it. Don't worry, I will definitely help you catch those three despicable robbers!"

"What? You already know there are three robbers?"

President Otsuka was shocked. Didn't the case just happen? How could Kogoro Mouri have already figured out the number of criminals? Amazing.

"Haha, he's alright. This is what I just managed to get from this injured armored cashier. Come to think of it, he was one of them too, only he was abandoned by his accomplices."

"I see," President Otsuka said, only then noticing the three cashiers on the ground. Two of them were piled on top of each other, and the bloody holes in their foreheads were horrifying.

The only one still breathing was the long-haired money transporter next to the little boy.

Although he was still alive, Otsuka Yukinaga felt that the other party's condition was somewhat precarious.

It probably won't last long.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)