Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 191 Where is this?

On a rainy night, the streets were deserted and cold. There were no pedestrians on the road, only the streetlights were on all night, which made people feel a little chilly.

On such a night, only the sound of torrential rain echoes in one's ears, the relentless rhythm of which evokes a sense of loneliness and solitude.

Shirley was devastated; the APTX4869 she had just taken seemed to have an adverse reaction to the rainwater.

She could clearly feel her body gradually warming up.

While feeling hot, I also felt extremely cold. As a knowledgeable scientist, I am obviously no stranger to this symptom—fever.

She wanted to stop and sit by the roadside to rest from the rain, but she was afraid that Gin would chase after her.

The ventilation duct was very narrow, but luckily she shrunk, which allowed her to escape.

But she didn't try to cover it up, or rather, she didn't have the strength to put the ventilation duct cover back on.

Given Gin's intelligence, the first thing he would do upon discovering her absence is locate the ventilation duct, even if it's a duct that an adult couldn't squeeze into.

At this moment, Shirley couldn't help but think of tequila again.

Did the other party already anticipate that they could escape through the duct after shrinking by unscrewing the ventilation duct cover?

This guy is too mysterious.

However! This one is definitely not the original tequila.

She hadn't noticed it before, but during her two days of confinement, she thought a lot and became certain that this tequila was definitely someone else in disguise.

As for the real agave, they either died or were imprisoned by people who impersonated agave.

What a strange guy. She was initially worried that he would be waiting for her at the ventilation duct exit, but he wasn't.

"Oh no. I feel like I'm going to lose all my strength." Cold sweat mixed with rain on his forehead, and the dripping rainwater was quickly heated by his body temperature, making him look like he was about to smoke from a distance.

"It should be soon, almost there."

She looked up at the road signs.

1-25, Yoneka-cho 2-chome→

The Kudo Shinichi family should be located at 2-chome 21, Beikacho, just 4 notches away.

While she was excited about reaching her destination, she was also a little scared.

She was afraid she wouldn't be able to find Shinichi Kudo.

The last time I broke into the Kudo family home, apart from Shinichi Kudo's childhood clothes being missing, the entire villa looked like it had been uninhabited for a long time.

After shrinking, Shinichi Kudo seems to rarely go home.

However, she didn't dare go directly to the Mouri Detective Agency, not only because it was too far away, but also because of another consideration.

Since the two members of the Mori family were unrelated individuals, she feared that her presence might trigger unforeseen consequences.

Having no other choice, they had to bite the bullet and try their luck at Shinichi Kudo's house.

Having just escaped from the organization, all she could think of was Shinichi Kudo, who had shrunk to the same size as her; she had nowhere else to go.

"I must see my sister. I must survive! I can't let Gin find me."

Shirley struggled forward, her right hand gripping the wall, but her vision blurred and she felt weak all over, moving at a snail's pace.

Even though she was only four blocks away from the Kudo family home, Sherry felt as if there was an insurmountable chasm between them, and every step she took was excruciating.

At that moment, a ray of light came from behind, and her shadow appeared in front of her, slowly solidifying as it approached.

Shirley paused, her face turning even paler.

At this time, with the car lights still on, she couldn't help but think of Gin's Porsche 356a.

Although that old car was outdated, Gin had modified it a lot, making it different from a regular Porsche 356a. For example, the headlights were very bright, and it was pretty much like it is now.

Have they caught up?

She instinctively grabbed a cracked telephone pole and squatted down, burying her head in the gap between the pole and the wall like an ostrich, trying to hide herself in this way.

With the fever and the side effects of drug A, her mind was already a bit foggy, and she completely forgot that this method would be completely useless.

Or perhaps, she had run out of other effective methods; this was her last struggle.
She shakily pulled a pen from her pocket. If it were Gin, she would immediately plunge the nib into her heart and die in front of him.

However, as soon as she held the pen to her chest, she found that she didn't even have the strength to open the cap.

Overwhelmed by fear and palpitations, her body could no longer support her; her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she could faintly hear the lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was a child.

In her last moments before losing consciousness, she heard someone getting out of a car.

"Professor Agasa, do you have any cold medicine at home, little girl?"

The man's voice gradually faded, eventually being drowned out by a strange tinnitus.

Fortunately, the voice wasn't Gin's; it seemed like he had encountered a kind person.

His voice was very magnetic, which made her feel relaxed.

She vaguely felt herself being picked up, and the warm embrace made her let out a soft moan.

"He's still alive, but he has a high fever."

Xia Chuan couldn't stop smiling. Luckily, he had his back to Professor Agasa, otherwise this inexplicable smile would inevitably make the other person think of some bad things.

"It doesn't look too serious, but the temperature is quite high." Dr. Agasa checked the child in the back seat and sighed with relief after confirming that the child was alright.

"Let's take him to the doctor's house first. If it's serious, then we'll take him to the hospital."

Dr. Agasa nodded and said, "I have cold medicine at home, plus a temperature-controlled bed that I modified. It should be more effective at home than at the hospital."

As a Conan enthusiast, besides inventing equipment for Conan, he also has a few other oddities, and he even has fever-reducing injections at home!

Conan previously asked him to develop a special medicine for colds.

He didn't manage to create it, but he did manage to assemble a whole bunch of strange devices, some of which did indeed alleviate cold symptoms to some extent.

I looked down at my soaking wet self, then at the equally soaking wet back seat.

Professor Agasa suddenly shivered.

That said, with Xia Chuan driving at such a snail's pace, I'll probably catch a cold when I get back.

However, Natsukawa, who had already acquired an important NPC, unexpectedly floored the accelerator, and the engine roared and the strong push-back feeling almost suffocated Professor Agasa.

After catching his breath, he finally came to his senses and prepared to ask Xia Chuan to slow down, only to find that the car had already come to a slow stop.

Looking out the window at the villa with its lights on, I breathed a sigh of relief—I'm home.

Why did you go early?
However, after glancing at the child in his arms, Dr. Agasa felt relieved.

Xia Chuan was probably also worried that the little girl wouldn't receive timely treatment.

Half an hour later, Shirley was placed on a temperature-controlled bed.

Dr. Agasa's improved constant temperature bed has an automatic temperature adjustment function.

Covering the person with another blanket will keep the temperature at the most suitable level for the sick person with a fever.

Logically speaking, at this time, the general public was still in the 1G era. It was already outrageous for the brewery to develop video communication functions, but Dr. Agasa was even more outrageous, having even developed a prototype of intelligence.

"This is pseudo-intelligent software created from case data of some sick people. When installed on this temperature-adjustable smart bed, it becomes a constant-temperature bed specifically for patients."

Dr. Agasa put his hands on his hips and explained, always wanting to boast about his research achievements when he saw the surprised looks on others' faces.

Conan told me that Natsukawa is quite wealthy. If I show off a little, maybe he can offer me some financial support.

Although he has many wealthy patrons and enough money to live on, no scholar like Ke has ever complained about having too much money.

"Wow, that's amazing. Hospitals definitely need this kind of thing." Xia Chuan was genuinely impressed. It sounded simple, but software development is still very difficult in this era.

Even pseudo-intelligence would find it difficult.

These past few days, the big mobile phone has only started to iterate and become several times smaller, while Dr. Agasa has even created pseudo-intelligence. It's truly terrifying.

"Uh, this one."

Dr. Agasa scratched his head awkwardly.

This device is useful, but it requires the installation of a smart chip, which is very large and extremely expensive, so hospitals may not be able to widely adopt it.

Dr. Agasa looked at Natsukawa with hopeful eyes, waiting for him to ask for a price.

Professor Agasa doesn't find it shameful to promote his own products; it's all for Conan's sake.

"I don't really need this."

He hadn't had a cold for many years.

After all, he was a spy, so he had a good physique and strong resistance. He never got sick or injured, and his body was in great shape!
If there are wounds, they are likely from knives or gunshot wounds, and a constant temperature bed cannot help them heal quickly.

Moreover, Xia Chuan felt that it was better to take the Yole brand special medicine than this thing.

It's better to endure two hours than seven days of suffering; just bear with it and it will pass.

I used to think that Yoel's special medicine was a rip-off, but now that I think about it, it's incredibly useful.

This thing even has repeat customers, like a certain elementary school student who's a death god.

"That's a real shame." Professor Agasa was a little disappointed; it seemed there was no hope.

"but."

"But what?" Dr. Agasa's eyes lit up.

"Dr. Agasa could contact some private clinics."

Japan has a huge wealth gap, and most wealthy people prefer to have a family doctor. These doctors do not live in their employer's home; most have their own clinics.

Their fees are already quite high, and these smart beds can improve patients' comfort during treatment, so they would definitely be willing to buy them. As a result, their fees can naturally rise, and it's not uncommon for them to earn hundreds of thousands of dollars for a single cold.

Over time, wealthy people might buy one and put it in their own homes.

Natsukawa's words opened up a new perspective for Professor Agasa.

Although he was a brilliant scientist whose intelligence was evident in his head, he was unaware of such matters.

Hearing Xia Chuan say that, it's worth a try.

The two chatted by the bedside about how to sell Dr. Agasa's research and inventions.

After a long while, Professor Agasa finally yawned and rubbed his sore eyes.

Natsukawa smiled and said, "If Professor Agasa is tired, go take a nap. I'll take care of the little girl."

"How could I possibly accept this?" The host is going to sleep, and the guests are taking care of the children. This doesn't align with Professor Agasa's principles of conduct.

"It's okay, she's still unconscious and probably won't wake up anytime soon. I'll just take a nap on the sofa here too."

"In that case, I'll leave it to you, Natsukawa."

After chatting for a while, the two became familiar with each other, and Professor Agasa no longer addressed him as "sir".

He really needs to rest.

I've been busy from morning till midnight without a lunch break, and I'm completely exhausted now.

If I hadn't just been talking to Xia Chuan about something he cared about, I probably would have started yawning an hour ago.

After watching Professor Agasa go to sleep, Natsukawa pulled the sofa to the smart bed and also closed his eyes to doze off.

Sherry went missing today. Knowing Gin's personality, he'll definitely launch a massive search once he finds out. I need to get some rest now, otherwise I'll probably have to stay up all night tomorrow.

The situation is currently unstable.

Does Sherry shrinking mean Yuri has also found Shirley Pharmaceuticals? What will Gin's strategy be? Will the two sides clash tomorrow?
These things are still unknown, so he needs to be in top condition to welcome the excitement to come.

A few hours later, Natsukawa, who was in a light sleep, was awakened by a soft humming sound.

He opened his eyes and looked at Shirley, who was struggling to get off the smart bed, and found it somewhat amusing.

Shirley didn't realize he was awake and was still trying to turn over.

However, the weakness caused by her cold made it difficult for her to even turn over, and she failed to do so several times.

She ultimately decided to give up, then glanced back at Xia Chuan, wanting to see if her movements had woken him up.

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The two looked at each other, feeling somewhat awkward.

Xia Chuan blinked and nodded.

Shirley observed the other person's actions, unsure whether they were signaling her to continue or greeting her.

"Want some water?"

Sherry had sweated a lot because of her cold, and even her bedding was wet. Her lips were a little dry. When she saw Xia Chuan handing her a glass of water, she hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to accept it or not.

After a long pause, she took the water glass and asked softly, "Where is this?"

After shrinking, in addition to the change in her body size, her young female voice also became childish, which made Shirley feel a little uncomfortable.

“This is Professor Agasa’s house. In the early hours of the morning, Professor Agasa and I found you crouching under a telephone pole.” After explaining, Natsukawa gestured to Sherry to explain her background.

Sherry remained silent and kept her mouth shut, staring at Xia Chuan with wide eyes, refusing to reveal her origins.

This was within Xia Chuan's expectations.

This is similar to Conan; neither of them would reveal the Black Organization or their shrinking to ordinary people.

Shirley truly believed this, especially since he was her savior; she couldn't let him know such useless things and thus put him in danger.

"Where do you live? I think I should contact your parents. They must be very worried about you being missing for a night."

Despite knowing that his words might hurt, Xia Chuan still asked.

A normal person would ask, if you don't plan to reveal your identity for the time being, why not make the most of the act?

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"Okay, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. Sleep a little longer and we'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

Xia Chuan reached out and checked his forehead temperature, finding that his fever had subsided considerably; Dr. Agasa's invention was proving useful.

It can't cure the problem completely, but it makes people feel much better. Even Shirley has the energy to try and escape.

The other person's actions just now must have been an attempt to escape, but because of the fever, they were too weak and failed several times.

After covering the other person with the blanket again, Xia Chuan returned to the sofa and continued sleeping.

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