Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 183 Conan: I'm not an outsider
Xia Chuan understood. After all, spending eight billion yen to ensure the safety of his dog son was something Suzuki Jirokichi could accept. To prevent the police from causing trouble, it was perfectly reasonable to drive them away.

Although Inspector Nakamori always manages to get the stolen gems back, it's always Kaito who returns them on his own initiative.

As one of the wealthiest people in Japan's elite circles, Jirokichi Suzuki was well aware of this, so he didn't take Inspector Nakamori's words seriously.

"However, Inspector Nakamori is not the kind of person who gives up easily, and he will probably have other plans."

“You guessed right,” Frank continued. “After they were kicked out, Inspector Nakamori had someone re-install a bugging line on the Suzuki family’s telephone.”

Is there any way to fix this?

Tequila had just become Gin's henchman, and Natsukawa didn't want any surprises at this time. Even if it was just the Metropolitan Police Department, he had to treat it with utmost seriousness.

"Isn't it a coincidence that his phone line just happened to be connected to my phone tapping device? If I wanted to, he would have no way of knowing whether Suzuki Jirokichi had received a call or not."

Officer Nakamori is really unlucky.

However, this has happened before, because Frank's eavesdropping device was disguised to look very similar to a telephone transceiver, so it was understandable that he was mistaken for one.

"very good."

Frank is meticulous in his work, which puts Xia Chuan at ease.

In addition, when vodka delivered the notice, he also sent a cell phone. It is highly likely that they will communicate by cell phone, and telephone will be basically unnecessary. Frank was just adding an extra layer of insurance for the operation.

It was nearly two o'clock when I left Frank's house.

When I passed by Professor Agasa's house, I found that his lights were still on.

"The scientists in the world of Detective Conan are truly inspiring. It's already this late, and Professor Agasa is still working overtime?"

Xia Chuan shook his head and sighed. Following Baijiu Pharmaceutical's 24-hour shift system with seamless coordination, another hardworking little bee has been discovered.

There's a reason why they were able to develop so many unscientific gadgets.

In a word——

Have you ever seen Tokyo Tower at 2 a.m.?

Others may not know, but Professor Agasa definitely saw it!

Xia Chuan glanced back at the distance, and then
Oh, Tokyo Tower already turned off its lights at 2 AM?

That's fine.

As soon as he got home, before he even went inside, Xia Chuan noticed a rather strange scene.

A dark figure was sliding down something that looked like a rope. As soon as Xia Chuan noticed the figure, the figure also noticed Xia Chuan, stopped sliding down, and hung on the outer wall of the Mouri Detective Agency, completely obscuring the character "利" (Li).

Mao Detective Agency
This thief is not only impolite but also reckless, breaking into the Mori family's house. Is he afraid he won't die soon enough?
Xia Chuan parked the car, got out, and shone his flashlight on the figure that was standing motionless on the second floor.

"what"

He wore a blue suit and shorts, and his glasses were slightly reflective under the light.

This person wasn't some burglar breaking and entering, but rather—Detective Conan.

"Conan, you shouldn't be practicing rock climbing late at night. If you accidentally fall, no one will even notice."

Xia Chuan slowly walked downstairs to the Poirot Cafe and looked up at the Conan figure hanging on the second-floor exterior wall.

Conan tried to block the flashlight beam with his hands, but unfortunately, both his hands were clinging to a rope made of bed sheets, and he risked falling if he let go of either hand.

We'll definitely need Professor Agasa to develop a rope that allows us to go up and down stairs freely; the current situation is just too awkward.

"Uncle Xia Chuan, please take the flashlight away, it's too bright!"

"Oh!"

Natsukawa turned off the lights and continued to stare at Conan, waiting for an explanation.

Conan cursed his bad luck, but he forced himself to remain calm and changed the subject: "Uncle Natsukawa, did you catch any fish?"

Not wanting to answer Xia Chuan's question, he could only force himself to find a topic to talk about.

Since Uncle Xia Chuan is a fishing enthusiast, talking about fishing is definitely a good idea.

"I caught several grouper. Come to my house for dinner tomorrow."

Xia Chuan pointed to the trunk of the GTR, his face full of pride, as if asking: Am I awesome or not?

At this moment, Conan was no longer concerned about why he could catch grouper, which is usually found in the South China Sea and the Malaysian coast, in Tokyo Bay. All he wanted to do now was get down as quickly as possible, because his arms were about to give way.

Besides, what if Uncle Mori hears Natsukawa speaking so loudly?

He had gone to great lengths to find a chance to sneak away, and he absolutely could not afford to fail at this crucial moment.

"Uncle Xia Chuan, catch me!" Conan pushed off with his feet, landing on the second-floor glass, leaving two footprints on the character "利" (Li). He shifted down about 50 centimeters, making sure that Xia Chuan could catch him at this angle, then let go and lunged towards Xia Chuan below.

"Hey, your jump is way too sloppy."

Despite saying that, Xia Chuan still took a step forward, stepping onto the flowerbed steps of Poirot Cafe, then pushed off upwards, leaping more than a meter high, grabbing Conan's stomach, and landing with a Thomas Flair to dissipate the force.

If Conan, who weighs forty or fifty pounds, were to jump from a height of three or four meters, and fall like a toad, I would definitely get a black eye and a swollen face if I didn't catch him.

How much trust must one have in him to dare to do this?

If it weren't for the fear that Conan would die on the spot and the entire Conan universe would collapse, Natsukawa wouldn't have gone to pick him up.

Conan landed by bracing himself on Natsukawa's hands. He was a little dizzy from going around in circles, so he lost his balance and swayed to the side, landing hard on his bottom.

He rubbed his bottom, glanced at the third-floor window, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Ran and Uncle Mori hadn't noticed anything.

"So, what kind of petty theft are you planning to do?" Xia Chuan asked.

It's not like some delinquent teenager is sneaking off to an internet cafe because they're not sleeping at night, is it?
Conan isn't that kind of person. If the other person is going out this way at this time, there must be some secret they're hiding.

Perhaps it's related to today's billion-yen robbery.

Could it be that he overlooked something regarding Akemi Miyano?

Probably not. He went to both of Miyano Akemi's residences in advance, and took away all the items related to the organization that should have been taken away. The only thing he kept was a USB drive.

"I just suddenly remembered something and decided to go to Professor Agasa's house."

"It's 2 a.m., what urgent matter can't be done tomorrow?"

Conan didn't want to explain.

Xia Chuan's identity is becoming increasingly suspicious; it seems even the police know him.

He heard Officer Takagi mention this when he was at the warehouse entrance. Although Officer Takagi only mentioned it briefly, he took it to heart.

The public security officer named Kazami Yuya seemed to know Natsukawa.

Although Kazami Yuya never explained why he knew Natsukawa, it was already a point of contention.

It's possible that the other party is also an official force in Japan.

He didn't yet have a specific idea of ​​which faction it belonged to, but it certainly had some kind of influence.

He had originally intended to reveal his identity to Xia Chuan, but now he was hesitant.

Before Xia Chuan's identity is confirmed, we need to be cautious. After all, such an absurd thing as shrinking is easy to get dissected if it gets out.

However, he couldn't leave it unexplained. Judging from Xia Chuan's eager look upstairs, it seemed as if the other party would summon the devil—Uncle Mori—if he didn't give a reasonable explanation.

When we got back, Uncle Mori actually asked Ran to take him to buy several kilograms of practice problem sets the next day. This guy is definitely a devil!
Furthermore, when he suggested going to Professor Agasa's house, Uncle Mori firmly refused, which is why he still had to climb through the window at this hour.

"I left my homework at Professor Agasa's house. I need to hand it in to the teacher tomorrow. If I don't get it back now, it will be too late by tomorrow morning. Professor Agasa usually goes to bed very late and gets up relatively late, so he will definitely still be sleeping when I go to school."

I couldn't disturb the other person before they were fully awake, so I thought I'd go get the homework while Professor Agasa was still awake.

"That's it"

Xia Chuan looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, then at the time, and suggested, "It's so late, it'll be too slow to walk there, let me take you there."

Without waiting for Conan's refusal, Natsukawa led Conan toward the GTR.

The vehicle turned around and started again.

The car was quiet. Conan, sitting in the back seat, scratched his head, pondering how to stay at Professor Agasa's house.

"By the way, isn't today Saturday?" Xia Chuan asked, glancing at the rearview mirror.

"Yes, so tomorrow is Monday. Is there a problem?" Conan asked in surprise, as if the question shouldn't have been asked at all.

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"No, I'll just ask."

Xia Chuan skipped the topic; indeed, this was not a mysterious area he should be involved in.

"By the way, Uncle Xia Chuan, do you know anyone in the Public Security Bureau?"

Conan thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an excuse to stay at Professor Agasa's house. However, his thoughts took a turn at the crossroads, and he asked the question that had been bothering him.

“Police?” Xia Chuan rubbed his nose, his eyes darting around. “I don’t know him, but we may have met on some occasion. Maybe he’s related to the Yabumoto Group. I heard that the last assassin incident attracted the attention of the police. Maybe he was noticed by the police at that time.”

The Hiramoto Consortium, assassins... So that's how it is!

Conan nodded knowingly.

The Yamamoto family's luxury cruise ship murder case involves a mysterious killer, and the fact that the deceased Yamamoto Gozo was a well-known Japanese businessman has attracted the attention of the Public Security Bureau. He had heard Uncle Mori mention this matter before.

Moreover, on the day of the Yabumoto family's funeral, he did see several people who appeared to be public security police officers.

No wonder Yuri knew his identity; this makes perfect sense now.

He didn't believe the other party when they said they saw it in the newspaper.

After all, the newspapers always featured Uncle Mori's headshot, never his picture, and he disdained and didn't want to be photographed.

If we follow Xia Chuan's line of thinking, he and Uncle Mori were probably noticed by the police on the day of the Hiromoto Foundation's funeral.

Hearing this, he suddenly felt a little flustered.

Could I have been discovered by the police?

Thinking about it again, it seemed impossible. Given the power of the police, if they discovered he had a problem, they certainly wouldn't let him stay outside.

Since no one was secretly following him, it seems the police haven't discovered any issues with his identity.

Fortunately, he was just a child, so this character wouldn't attract much attention anyway, and Professor Agasa used his connections to get him registered.

With both factors combined, the police would never have guessed that he was actually the high school detective who had been missing for some time—Shinichi Kudo.

“So that’s how it is”

Conan stroked his chin, pondering whether or not to reveal his true identity to Natsukawa.

This was, after all, a powerful thug. If he revealed his identity to the other party and recounted his pitiful experiences, Xia Chuan might help him.

However, we need to find out Xia Chuan's profession first.

Now that things had escalated to this point, and having just experienced the Black Organization incident, the sense of urgency made him extremely uneasy, and he desperately needed military support.

"Uncle Xia Chuan, speaking of which, what do you do for a living?"

With such strong fighting skills and calluses on his hands, he must be a seasoned gun user or a dark web user, ruling out shooting enthusiasts.

Bounty hunters, assassins, spies, or black gloves for certain countries.

Why did you suddenly ask that?

Xia Chuan glanced at the rearview mirror again and found that Conan was also looking at him through the mirror. The two looked at each other and felt a little awkward.

"Because, people are genuinely curious."

Conan put on his cute act again, and the sound made Natsukawa's hair stand on end, as if Gin had pointed a gun at his head.

It would be fine if we didn't know the other person's identity, but the problem is that he did.

Therefore, the sound was rather disgusting.

"My profession is a secret, and it can't be known by others, otherwise it won't do any good for either me or Anya."

Oh ho?

Conan's eyes lit up, and he unconsciously shifted his position, sticking his head out through the gap in the middle of the car.

“I’m not an outsider, Uncle Xia Chuan. We’ve been through so many cases together, you should trust me.”

What else could he be but an outsider? Isn't Conan getting a little too cocky?

This statement is more convincing if it is said seriously by an adult;

But for a child to say it sounds rather inappropriate.

Seeing Conan's eager expression, Natsukawa smacked his lips: "You're just a kid. If I tell you, you might accidentally let it slip one day. Then Anya won't be able to go to and from school with you every day."

so serious?

Uncle Xia Chuan is indeed no ordinary person; he needs to conceal his identity, which makes him even more interested!

"No, I'm known for keeping my mouth shut. I'll definitely keep what you tell me a secret." Conan said seriously.

I believe you!
Natsukawa wouldn't be easily persuaded. Conan's mouth is like a funnel; he spills everything when there's a case. Aside from keeping his own identity a secret, he has absolutely no credibility.

Their words are like farts, their promises like urinating or defecating anywhere.

No, he can't even keep his own identity a secret.

The fact that Heiji Hattori exposed his identity is a good example.

When faced with a case, he can't care about anything else, and he can't even hide himself. It's hard to say what kind of case he might be exposed next time.

Actually, it's not that none of them are acceptable; one of the three identities can still be brought into the open.

The twilight vest won't do.

If he leaked the information to the other party, they might call the police to arrest him tomorrow. He completely believed in Conan's "sense of justice," and the only people who could compare to him were probably Hai Rui and Bao Zheng.

The tequila disguise is even worse. If you tell the other party that you are an undercover agent working for the distillery, Conan might act without restraint, and you might have to clean up his messes all the time.

The scene was too disgusting for Xia Chuan to even consider.

The only identity that could be left out of Conan's knowledge is that of a special investigator for the National Tax Service.

However, this identity cannot be easily revealed to Conan.

Just like how Buddha clearly wanted to spread his teachings, Tang Sanzang still had to go through eighty-one tribulations and travel 108,000 miles to finally deliver the true scriptures to him.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)