Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 189 No Sherry! And no brown-haired girl either!
"Stop at the intersection ahead, hand me your suitcase, and don't ask me anything else."

As expected, Gin probably doesn't plan to return to Shirakyu Pharmaceuticals, which puts Natsukawa at ease.

It would be best if you didn't come around for the next few days; that would be ideal.
Come to think of it, we could ask Frank for a list of several problematic company presidents.

Then hand it over to Gin.

Ideally, it should be in another city, as Gin's absence from Tokyo would make it easier for Sherry to escape.

However, speaking of the original story, when Sherry ran away, Gin might not have been there. Would it be redundant for me to do this?

She suddenly submitted a target she could blackmail, and then Sherry disappeared.

Although the two are not causally related and have nothing to do with each other, this is the world of Conan, and if Gin suddenly assumes that he is an undercover agent, things will get very serious.

The briefcase was handed to Gin, along with the driver. Vodka might not be good at much else, but Gin certainly enjoyed driving.

As he was leaving, the other person gave him a look, as if to say: "Brother, you can do without me, but I can't even go out without you."

Xia Chuan offered no comment, merely chuckling, seemingly unperturbed by the other party's provocation.

Drive away directly.

They found a secluded spot to abandon the van and got into Frank's car to return to Frank's house.

Upon returning to Frank's house, he immediately requested several lists of company presidents from whom he could use them for blackmail and extortion.

"I mean, are we really going to give all of this to Gin for free?"

Frank was on the verge of tears, his voice trembling as if these intelligence reports were going to cost him his life.

"It's just a few intelligence reports. You're one of the most knowledgeable people in the intelligence world. Do you really need a few intelligence reports?"

"No. These pieces of intelligence are very valuable, okay? If we sell them casually, we won't have to work this month."

Moreover, the IRS also needs these materials; I prepared these for your IRS front.
"I have intelligence from other countries, why specifically Japan?"

Xia Chuan rolled his eyes. "With such a large organization as the brewery, if you give me foreign information, Gin might just hand it over to other branches. If I can't get rid of him, how can I execute my plan? Do you think Gin is the only person in the entire brewery who can do the work?"
If that were true, the distillery would have been shut down long ago.

"Fine."

"By the way, keep an eye on the street in front of your house these next few days, especially when it's raining like this."

Speaking of rain, Natsukawa's urge to complain comes back.

It must be Ke Xueyi's will that's messing with him. Damn it, it's not raining anywhere else, only in Mika and Beika these past two days.

For example, the suburbs he just visited had clear skies, bright moonlight, and even a slightly dry air.

It looks like this rain will continue for many more days, making it difficult to pinpoint when Shirley will be able to escape.

He couldn't very well squat outside Shirley's door every day.

For now, all we can do is have Frank keep an eye on the street in front of the building and try to get the person out of there before Professor Agasa does.

the next day.

Xia Chuan's life returned to normal.

"Father, when are we going to the hot springs?"

Anya was holding up a hot spring family bucket. Natsukawa took a closer look and realized that it seemed to be a gift from Beika Department Store last time, which they hadn't used yet.

Fortunately, in the world of Detective Conan, there is no such thing as expiration; it can still be used now.

"Wait until your vacation starts." Xia Chuan shoved the workbook into Anya's hands. "Now, you should do your homework. Ms. Lin has called me several times, and she kept saying that you're not doing your homework properly."

You must finish your homework tonight, or I'll give the hot spring ticket to Uncle Mori. Do you understand?

"Come talk to me about the hot spring trip again when you've satisfied Ms. Kobayashi."

“But Aunt Joel wants to go too!” Anya was a clever little girl and knew that bringing up Joel at this time might have a surprising effect.

However, Xia Chuan smiled coldly, "Is that so? Then I can find some time to go to a hot spring with Joel first. As for Anya, you should stay here and watch the house."

"understood"

Anya's expression twisted completely when she saw the workbook, and she sighed repeatedly, but in the end she still succumbed to Xia Chuan's threats.

Her father's attitude was too firm, and Anya couldn't find any other suitable excuse.

There was nothing she could do; she just wanted to go on a hot spring trip.

I had no choice but to obediently go back to my room and do my homework.

Watching Anya go upstairs, Xia Chuan shook his head and sighed deeply.

This daughter is so hard to raise; this father is having such a tough time.

In his past life, he found it funny when he saw those "cute little devils" doing bizarre homework while scrolling through short videos.

Now all we can say is that karma is a cycle, and Anya has finally made him experience the pain those parents went through.

"Sherry, hurry up! Then I can entrust Anya to you!"

Xia Chuan muttered something and continued cleaning.

I hadn't done any housework for a while, and the house was a complete mess.

Bond's dog hair was everywhere. Like a cat, the long-haired dog shed twice a year, each time for six months.
"Should Anya be entrusted to Sherry?"

Anya, who was pondering how to avoid doing her homework at the corner of the stairs, peeked out and looked at Natsukawa, who was cleaning with a vacuum cleaner.

Why entrust Anya to Shirley? At this moment, three huge question marks appeared above the little girl's head.

After a while, Anya suddenly thought of a plot from an animated film where a father, for some reason, needs to entrust his daughter to someone else.

After considering her academic performance, Anya figured that the so-called "reason" was probably her academic performance.

"Father, Father, don't you want Anya anymore?"

"o(>﹏<)o No way~"

With her face pale and her pupils devoid of color, Anya looked like a drowning person.

"Ania, I see you~ Hurry up and do your homework, don't make me say it a second time, or I'll send the hot spring tickets to Uncle Mori's house right away."

Without even turning his head, Xia Chuan spotted Anya peeking around the corner of the stairs.

This little girl is probably thinking of some way to avoid doing her homework again, but I won't let her have her way today. She has to do as much as she's supposed to do. Not buying her several kilograms of practice problems is already the greatest leniency I can show.

"I understand. I just want to study with Bond."

With that, Anya jogged downstairs, stepped onto Bond's back, and said, "Come on, Bond."

Bond: ? ? ?
Finding Bond motionless, the little girl, with a strength she didn't know she possessed, quickly lifted Bond, who was heavier than herself, and carried him upstairs.

Xia Chuan glanced back and saw a crow fly overhead. Was Anya an ant?
This can only be attributed to the fact that this is an anime world; this absurdity is still considered part of Conan's philosophy.

However, if even weight can be exaggerated, why do dogs in the anime world shed fur? What kind of damn physical detail is this? It must be the will of Detective Conan targeting him!!!
This damned scientific will.

It's bad enough that it's raining, but to make matters worse, they're torturing him with dog hair.

Upstairs, Anya held the dog's head in her hands, tears welling in her eyes.

"Bond, tell me quickly, to whom is Father going to give me away!"

Not wanting to be sent away, Anya thought of Bond, who, with his ability to foresee the future, would surely be able to see the corresponding scenes.

If you know who the other party is in advance, you can take countermeasures accordingly.

After watching so many cartoons, I finally have a chance to put my skills to use.

Throwing a tantrum, pretending to be a bad child, faking tears, or calling the police that the other party is a human trafficker!
These methods are all worth trying.

Because Xia Chuan's idea was rather simple, and Anya happened to be downstairs and only heard the last sentence, she misunderstood it.

She thought Xia Chuan intended to give him away, rather than want to add a new girlfriend to her life.

"Wang?"

Bond tilted his head, looking confused.
"Hurry up, or I'll be sent away, and you'll definitely have to come with me."

"Maybe the new house won't have such delicious dog food. Don't you want to eat your father's cooking?"

vegetable?
Bond barked "Woof!" indicating that he had only ever eaten dog food, never vegetables.

It's all Anya's fault for licking the plate clean every time she eats, leaving no food at all, which means she doesn't even get to eat the leftovers.

Thankfully, the dog food tastes good, otherwise it would have been tempted to eat it.

"Hurry up, or I'll definitely take you with me when I send you to your new home. Then you won't be able to eat dog food every day anymore. If you help me, you'll get dog food three times a day for a month!"

Anya stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Bond, and pressed her index finger against the dog's head to signal him not to be ungrateful.

Then, she touched her pocket, feeling a little guilty.

This promise was too precious for her; her small wallet couldn't possibly cover it. As the leader of the Junior Detective Club, she had to buy snacks for her brothers every day, and if she added dog food to that, she probably wouldn't even have enough money for her own snacks and toys.

Bond rolled his eyes in a human-like manner, but still let out a "woof" and agreed to Anya's request.

What dog could resist the temptation of canned dog food for three meals a day? Well, Bond certainly couldn't!
As for whether Anya will keep her promise, Bond, being a dog, has a limited brain capacity and cannot fathom the complexities of humans.

Anya sat up straight, reached out and touched the dog's head again, as if a witch were caressing a magic ball, rubbing and kneading it, making Bond's eyelids almost roll back.

But there's no way around it; Anya can only see the images by interacting with it, otherwise she can only hear its inner thoughts.

Moreover, due to the different breeds, Anya's Voice Channel sometimes experiences "bad signal".

Soon, an image formed in Anya's mind.

The location was at home, even in her bedroom.

In the picture, he is sitting at a table, with a headscarf tied around his forehead, and a pen in his right hand.

The homework assignments piled up on the table were taller than her.

She herself kept writing with tears streaming down her face, and if she slowed down even a little, a fly swatter would land on the table next to her.

Behind her, a girl with brown hair, slightly taller than her, stood with her hands on her hips, looking at her intently.

"If you don't finish this whole stack of homework today, you'll have to sleep with Bond tonight. Then your bed will be mine!"

The tea-haired girl's whispers were like those from hell, each word sending chills down Anya's spine.

"too horrible!"

Anya was so frightened by the sight that she almost wet herself, and quickly let go to disconnect her consciousness from Bond's precognitive abilities.

She didn't get to see the so-called Shirley, but a little girl her age supervised her while she did her homework.

The thought of this scene was simply unthinkable; she didn't even dare to imagine it.

The visual impact was so great that the little girl was momentarily stunned, until Bond called out impatiently, snapping her out of her reverie.

"No Sherry! And no brown-haired girls either!"

Anya shook her head to banish the other person's image from her mind, and said to herself with certainty, "I will not leave my father's side, nor will I do my homework."

Fortunately, he spoke quietly. If Natsukawa had heard him, Kogoro Mori might have gotten the hot spring tickets for less.

"But why did that brown-haired girl end up in my room?" Anya frowned and pondered for a long time.

I was adopted by my father. Is he planning to give me away and adopt a daughter who is good at learning and can do her homework?

Judging from their height and appearance, the other person should be the same age as her, which seems to meet her father's requirements.

The father's initial request was to find someone who could provide him with information about the Junior Detective Club.

She had caught her father's eye because she lied about her age, and the girl in the video seemed to fit his requirements better.
He's the right age, and he's so strict; he must be a very good student!
But I've already joined the Junior Detective League and even become its leader, so why isn't Father satisfied?

This is like a police undercover agent becoming a triad boss, only to have her wholeheartedly dedicated to justice abandoned by her superiors who then send in another undercover agent to create a new account.

After thinking for a long time, Anya couldn't figure out why Xia Chuan did this, even with her limited brain capacity.

She secretly made a decision in her heart: she absolutely could not let this brown-haired girl into her room.

No, you can't even step into her house.

Immediately! Immediately draft a plan to combat the "brown-haired girl" phenomenon.

With my house about to be robbed, I can't possibly care about my homework.
Just as Anya was plotting how to prevent the girl with tea hair from entering her house, Xia Chuan, who was putting the trash at the door, had an unexpected gain.

"Uncle Mori, where have you been? Did you just get back?"

Upon spotting the other party's Mercedes, Xia Chuan skillfully stepped forward to greet them and, incidentally, gather some information.

Kogoro Mouri was dressed in a suit and tie, while Ran was wearing a rather formal dress, looking as if she had just returned from attending some formal occasion.

Very suspicious.

Based on the characteristics of the "Death God Elementary School" entry, coupled with the three's formal attire, Natsukawa suspected that the three might have just returned from a murder scene.

Who was the fool who dared to invite the Grim Reaper Elementary School Student? Did they have a death wish?

"Natsukawa," Kogoro Mori sighed, seemingly uninterested, and glanced impatiently at his daughter.

"It's all because of that brat Kudo. He said he didn't have time to go back to Tokyo, so he asked me, the famous detective, to help him attend the garden tea party of the famous architect Teiji Moriya."

"This kid really doesn't treat himself like an outsider. He didn't even call himself for something like this, he just called Xiaolan. It's really disrespectful."

After saying that, Kogoro Mouri muttered to himself, "If it weren't for Shinichi Kudo, I wouldn't have lost face like this, having a child solve the puzzle before me."

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