Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 185 Industry Jargon
“We naturally have our own channels. You just need to tell me what you know—for example, where did you hide the billion yen?”

Put other things aside for now; there's plenty of time to ask questions. Let's find out the location of the 1 billion yen first.

"The license plate number is in the parking lot of the Beihu Grand Hotel."

Akemi Miyano directly stated the address.

After giving his instructions, Yuri waved at the monitor, signaling the people in the listening room to handle the matter.

Tokyo, being the headquarters of the Public Security Bureau, has a large number of police officers, and there are also plainclothes officers in Beito-cho. The specific situation will be determined soon.

During this lull, Yuri continued to press, "You've had so many interactions with tequila, what do you know about it, its characteristics, and so on?"

"???"

A question mark appeared above Miyano Akemi's head: Isn't Tequila a member of the Public Security Bureau?
Why would the police ask this question? They should ask her how many members there are in the Japanese brewery.

She knew a little about it, though she hadn't met many people, but her younger sister had mentioned some of them before.

Noticing the other person's serious expression, as if they would be subjected to torture if she didn't give an answer, Miyano Akemi shrank back and said:

"He is nearly two meters tall and is characterized by his black suits and black ties. He often wears a round-brimmed hat. Judging from his voice and overall appearance, he is probably in his forties."

By the way, he has a very obvious Kansai accent, so he must be from Kansai.

I remember he used to be mainly in charge of organizing the flour business, but recently, for some reason, he started acting as a middleman between my sister and me.

That's right. With the Kamo River base destroyed, Tequila was definitely out of work, which is why Gin sent her to be the middleman between Miyano Akemi and Sherry.

Yuri tapped the table, his brow furrowed.

He vaguely remembered this description; this guy had sent back photos of Furuya and Morofuku a few years ago.

Yuri pulled a stack of photos from his inner pocket and took one out.

"Is it this person?"

When Furuya sent back the photos, he was probably in a hurry and didn't label the names. We can only confirm that this guy is a codenamed member of the organization, but we don't know his codename yet.

Now it's a good time to confirm this with Akemi Miyano.

"Yes."

After confirming the photos, Akemi Miyano looked at the other photos in Yuri's hand.

Yuri understood and arranged the photos neatly like a dealer's deck of cards. There were many photos, but in reality, there were only about four or five people in them.

"Identify these people and tell me their code names."

Actually, he already knew several of these things; he was just asking to confirm whether Miyano Akemi was lying.

Akemi Miyano carefully examined each photo, eventually dividing them into several groups, each representing a different person.

However, how did the police obtain these photos?

Judging from the photos, these people were all secretly photographed while drinking, and their faces are all facing the camera. It seems they were chatting with the person taking the photos while they were being photographed.

Sure enough, there was a spy within the police organization.

However, this is normal.

The organization appears to be tightly organized, but in reality, its peripheral members come from diverse backgrounds and have varying abilities; it's quite normal for some to be spies or undercover agents.

The codename members are not selected overnight; they are chosen from among many peripheral members, and it is normal for there to be one or two spies.

Countless undercover agents have died at Gin's hands, including not only peripheral members but also codenamed members.

"Vodka, Chianti, Cohen."

Akemi Miyano looked at the last two photos for a long time and shook her head: "I've never seen this person in these two photos before. They might not be from Japan. Maybe only my sister knows them."

The two photos that Miyano Akemi picked out are of Western faces, and are male.

Yuri didn't mind. It seemed that Bourbon's job required him to travel all over the world, so it was normal for him to have photos of brewery members from branches outside of Japan.

Speaking of which, the man in the photo is quite handsome, with sharp features and bright eyes, which would be very popular with aristocratic men and women in Europe and America.

Yes, both men and women love it.

Western European noblemen are rather eccentric; it's quite normal for them to like fencing.

He only learned this after working at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Once, when he was on a business trip to London to attend a diplomatic reception, he was almost dragged home by a baron to fencing.

I remember this vividly.

“Never mind if you don’t know her.” Yuri marked the photo and put it away, then changed the subject: “You must have met with Sherry quite a few times. Do you know what she’s researching? Has she entrusted anything to you for safekeeping, like research materials or something?”

Akemi Miyano's expression remained unchanged, or perhaps her exhaustion had rendered her face devoid of detail, making it impossible to discern anything. Only her heartbeat slowed slightly.

Should we tell the other person?

Akemi Miyano hesitated.

The Public Security Bureau is arguably the largest national security organization in Japan. If you can't trust them, then you probably can't trust anyone in Japan.

However, my sister's research is too important.

Now that he's in trouble, his sister will definitely retaliate against Gin; a strike is the most likely course of action.

Given Gin's personality, he certainly won't let his sister run wild; he'll definitely have to deal with her in a special way.

If I were to leak the research data to the police...
The police are likely fine, but the leaders and politicians above them are another matter.

She had come into contact with many treacherous politicians and knew their intricacies. If they knew that her sister's research could shrink people, they would go crazy!
Who knows, they might frantically search for the organization's research base, and then what will become of my sister?
Putting aside the possibility that Gin might kill his sister for leaking the information beforehand, even if she survives, she will be imprisoned by politicians for further research.

There is no essential difference between the two; they are both exploiters.

Then, the phenomenon of bankers' children becoming bankers and politicians' children becoming politicians will no longer exist. They themselves can shrink, of course, bankers shrink and grow up again to become bankers.

Endless loop.

Neon lights are finished.

For her sister's and Japan's future, Akemi Miyano said firmly, "It seems my sister is researching some kind of health supplement. She hasn't given me anything. After all, we're always being monitored when we meet. Before, it was vodka, and now it's tequila."

He didn't care who was monitoring Yuri; what he cared about was what Miyano Akemi had just said—health supplements! ??

Such a large black-clad organization, and its chief scientist is actually researching health supplements?

"Are you kidding me?"

Yuri sneered repeatedly, slamming his hand on the table. The desk lamp fell over with a "smack," its blinding light shining directly on Miyano Akemi's pale face.

Although she knew the other person definitely wouldn't believe her, Miyano Akemi was still startled by the sudden outburst, but she still nodded firmly: "That's what my sister told me. It's possible that she said it was a health product because someone was watching her."

Perhaps "health supplements" is some kind of professional jargon, but I'm not a researcher, so I don't understand what it means.

My sister once mentioned that the term "health supplement" has a different meaning in the eyes of evil scientists. She doesn't know exactly what it means, but saying it would definitely steer the police investigation astray.

It seems like that's a possibility. Yuri straightened the lamp, got up and left the room. He went to the door, found a errand boy, and instructed him to find a scientist to ask.

The public security system isn't just made up of police officers; some are scientists who, in addition to collecting and testing data related to cases, also make inventions.

Just like the black sedan that drove out today.

It looks ordinary, but it actually contains nitrous oxide acceleration.

Opening the skylight isn't for ventilation; it's to set up a machine gun with two hundred rounds of ammunition.

The entire vehicle is bulletproof, with run-flat tires and a truly armored chassis.

Hardcore travel, which is why the two dared to travel to Tokyo Bay alone.

If you can't win, running away is definitely an option.

Soon, a researcher wearing a white coat walked over, his steps hurried.

The researchers were clearly getting impatient. Being called out halfway through their research to ask questions is a very annoying thing for someone focused on scientific research.

"What's wrong? Hurry up, I need to go back and study this."

Yuri knew the bad temper of researchers, so he didn't mince words and asked directly, "Do health supplements have any other implications in the field of scientific research?"

"Health supplements?" The researcher paused, then seemed to realize something, pulled up a chair, sat down, and began to explain:
"You should know the term 'health supplement.' On the surface, it refers to foods that claim to have specific health functions or are intended to supplement vitamins and minerals. They are suitable for specific groups of people, regulate bodily functions, are not intended to treat diseases, and do not cause any acute, subacute, or chronic harm to the human body."

However, in the field of bioscience, "health supplements" is indeed industry jargon, as they not only pose a risk to human health but also have vastly different effects than the former.

Yuri nodded, pulled up a chair and sat down, listening attentively.

In scientific research, health products often refer to stimulants. However, these stimulants are different from ordinary stimulants. In addition to accelerating cell metabolism and enhancing explosive power, they also subtly improve physical fitness.

However, the cost is also obvious: it damages cell activity and shortens lifespan with long-term use.

This stimulant is different from regular stimulants; its effects last for more than a week after injection, and once the first injection is given, it's completely unstoppable.

It is addictive, and stopping is extremely difficult. There are withdrawal symptoms, and these symptoms are very hard to overcome. Many people who want to quit die of heart attacks because they cannot endure them.

This stuff is sometimes used in interrogations; the truth serum you used before contained this drug.

"There's actually something like this? It's even more contraband than contraband!"

Yuri was also hearing this news for the first time, and he never expected that there would be such a thing as health supplements in the scientific research field.

“You just said ‘usual reference,’ so there are also unusual references, right?” Yuri asked, squinting.

If it's usually this terrifying, imagine how terrible it would be if it weren't!

The researchers nodded, their expressions grave: "Some people are illegally studying the human body in search of the secrets to longevity and youth. Many wealthy people around the world are making such attempts, and they call this inhumane research a health product project."

"What did you say? Longevity?" Yuri was momentarily stunned.

"Don't worry." The researcher's serious expression vanished instantly, and he said with a smile, "Scientists who study longevity and youth are already mentally unstable. How could such a drug possibly exist in the world?"

"(ˉ▽￣~)Cut~~"

Yuri breathed a sigh of relief, glared at the researcher who had made a bad joke, waved for him to leave, and returned to the interrogation room.

"Is Shirley researching performance-enhancing drugs?"

Akemi Miyano shook her head. She had already brought up the term "health supplements," leaving the rest for Yuri to guess.

Then, Yuri asked some other questions.

Not long after, there was a hurried knock on the interrogation room door. Before Yuri could greet him, Kazami Yuya pushed the door open and rushed in.

"What are you doing?" Yuri asked, frowning.

"One billion yen—gone!!!"

"Impossible!" Akemi Miyano sat up in shock; the turn of events had taken her by surprise.

How could someone who had hidden themselves so well possibly be missing?

Kazami Yuya glanced at Miyano Akemi, then ignored her and said directly, "We found the car she mentioned, but it was driven away shortly after she left the Beika Hotel."

"who is it?"

Kazami Yuya shook his head, "The car has privacy film on it, so the surveillance camera can't see the person inside."

However, it is certain that Akemi Miyano was under constant surveillance, otherwise the cash would not have been taken away immediately upon changing cars.

We found a tracking device in Akemi Miyano's previous clothes, which should be the reason why the 1 billion yen disappeared.

"Damn it!" Yuri rubbed his temples, then, as if remembering something, asked, "Can the tracking device be reverse-tracked?"

Kazami Yuya shook his head. He had already asked the technicians about this issue. After checking the signal characteristics on the positioning device, they found no corresponding signal receiver, indicating that the other party had destroyed the positioning receiver.

"It's tequila, it must be him! No wonder he didn't come to trade with me, he's been following me all along."

Akemi Miyano suddenly realized why Tequila had been dragging its feet; it turned out he had already taken the cash.

But what does it mean that he's not coming to see me? Does he intend to let me go?

Judging from the police's situation, it seems that Tequila isn't one of their people. That's a bit strange.

Who exactly is he, and why did he let me go?

Yuri summoned his underlings to take the pensive Akemi Miyano away, while he led Yuya Kazami to the leader's office.

Although it was very late, the leaders were still waiting for news about the arrest of Akemi Miyano and had not yet left work.

He wasn't sure before, but now he's certain that the person who delivered the letter was definitely Tequila.

Although we don't know what the other party's intentions are for the time being, we cannot rule out the possibility that the other party is also on our side.

The Kansai accent... could it be an undercover agent sent by Osaka or Kyoto?

Did one of the police officers in these two places actually come into contact with the Black Organization?

This matter must be reported to the leadership so that they can negotiate with the Osaka and Kyoto prefectural police. If we can gain control of Tequila, then with Furuya and Tequila working together, it will undoubtedly be much safer.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)