Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 22 Tracking
Anya has recently adapted to the pace of life in Japan. She has joined the Junior Detective Club at school and is very busy after school, doing more work than her father, who is a spy.

Therefore, Natsukawa no longer needs to pick her up from school; she has gotten used to going to and from school with Conan.

"Father, I'm going to class!"

After finishing her meal, Anya jumped off her chair, slung her little backpack over her shoulder, and went downstairs to meet up with Conan.

Downstairs, Conan rested his hands on the straps of his backpack, looking thoughtful.

"Let's go, Conan!"

"Oh."

Conan seemed a little distracted, but Anya had no idea what he was thinking; her mind-reading ability wasn't always effective.

Perhaps one's abilities need a rest from time to time.

"What's wrong, Conan? What are you thinking about?" Anya, who was walking beside Conan, turned to look at him.

"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night."

Conan didn't offer much explanation.

You can't exactly tell someone you're thinking about the Black Organization; that's something you definitely can't talk to a child about.

He has been shrunk for several months now. During this time, he has encountered several people who were suspected to be members of the Black Organization, but they were all eventually confirmed to be not.

This made him somewhat discouraged.

Is it really impossible to find them?

By the way, Anya and Xia Chuan are very suspicious.

"Ania, where does your father work as a policeman?"

Anya paused for a moment, her mind racing. (◎_◎;)
They definitely can't tell Conan that his father is a spy or a policeman. Why does Conan think his father is a policeman?
After thinking for a long time, Anya finally remembered that her father seemed to have admitted to such a thing at the Mihana Department Store.
“My father was a UN peacekeeping police officer. He had served for ten years and recently retired because of Anya.”

At this point, Anya pretended to be very sad.

However, because his acting was too exaggerated, Conan saw through it at a glance.

ten years?

Conan's lips twitched slightly.

“Ania, you mentioned before that your father was 28 years old, right?” Conan stopped and looked at Anya. “28 years old, and he served as a peacekeeping police officer for ten years. Does that mean he died when he was 18?”

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

Anya looked completely bewildered, not understanding what the problem was.

"Do you think you can become a peacekeeping police officer at 18? If you're going to make up a reason, at least make one that's reasonable."

"A little bit in the river?" Anya's green eyes darted around.

In the river, in the water, the trolls are considered part of the river, right?

"That's right. My father was actually a member of the U.S. Marine Corps, specializing in fighting crime. He captured Lupin III and Kaito Kid."

Anya was talking nonsense with a straight face.

Online trolls? Are you sure it's not the Marines?
Conan: "Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then forget it."

It seems I'll have to investigate Xia Chuan and Anya's identities thoroughly when I get the chance.

Professor Agasa should be able to do it, right?
While they were thinking about these things, the two had already arrived at the school.

Anya looked dejected.

It seems that I failed to cover for my father just now.

Meanwhile, Xia Chuan had already changed his appearance and was walking on the street.

Now, not only Anya, but even Frank, who had gone through thick and thin with him for over a decade, wouldn't recognize him.

This is the face of a middle-aged man, with a small mustache, similar to Uncle Mori. He wears a knitted hat and a brown suit, all of which reflect his age.

Before him, a tall man dressed entirely in black strolled along.

This person is none other than Agave.

Xia Chuan was somewhat confused about the members of the distillery.

Why would a clandestine organization wear such conspicuous black clothing? Are they afraid others won't recognize them?

What's even stranger is that in this world of Detective Conan, everyone seems completely accustomed to Tequila's attire, not giving it a second glance.

Is an all-black outfit really that inconspicuous? Today is the day Tequila and Tsugawa, the librarian of Beika Library, are trading. Natsukawa is following Tequila specifically to see where he gets his goods.

At the traffic light, Xia Chuan naturally walked up to the agave plant.

Tequila glanced back at him, found nothing amiss, and continued waiting for the green light.

Xia Chuan was a little curious. If they were here to pick up the goods, they should have driven, right? Or had the other people at the distillery already prepared a truck full of drugs, and was Tequila just going to drive it?

From that one glance, Xia Chuan realized that Tequila was actually quite easy to impersonate.

His expression was rather monotonous; he seemed to only ever wear a blank face.

The most difficult aspects to manage are the agave's height and sound.

His accent leans towards the Kansai dialect, which Natsukawa needs to be aware of.

As for height, Xia Chuan can only be made taller through special means. Tequila is about 1.9 meters tall, while Xia Chuan is 1.8 meters tall, so he needs to be made 10 centimeters taller.

It's not difficult, but the sound of walking will be slightly different if you elevate your foot, so you need to be aware of that.

The green light comes on.

Tequila walked quickly, and after walking more than a hundred meters, she looked around and entered a small alley.

Xia Chuan did not follow them inside, but walked straight past.

Tequila had already taken a look at that face; it couldn't be shown in front of him again.

After walking through two streets, Xia Chuan finally found a secluded corner to take off his mask.

"Take over the voice."

He said this into the headset.

Frank's listening device is still working; it's said to be hidden inside the brim of Tequila's hat.

Here, one has to admire Frank's abilities. Tequila is, after all, a code name member of the distillery, and to be able to install a listening device inside the brim of his hat, Frank's methods are truly admirable.

The headphones emitted static, which returned to normal after a few hissing sounds.

Some sounds came from inside, but Natsukawa didn't hear any conversation.

There seemed to be a clanging sound like a key.

Then came the sounds of the door opening, closing, and the car starting.

It seems that the other people at the distillery had indeed prepared a car, and Tequila drove off as soon as she arrived.

What are the locations being located?

"It's a logistics company, and the registration information shows that it was newly registered this year. It should be a business owned by the winery."

Frank was somewhat excited. He had only been in Japan for a short time, but he had already discovered several locations belonging to the brewery. This undoubtedly proved that Xia Chuan's previous decision was correct, and the brewery did indeed have many traces in Japan.

Xia Chuan smiled slightly, "Give me the seat for Tamada Kazuo."

Having found another foothold, the next step is to observe the words and actions of those involved in tequila transactions.

It would also be helpful to learn more about his trading partner, Director Tsugawa, since he might be imposters later. If he could learn more about the tequila business, the risk of exposure would be greatly reduced.

"There's been a slight problem."

Frank paused for a moment, sounding somewhat embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" Xia Chuan looked up at the sky, squinting as the sun shone on him.

A blue delivery truck passed by him, and on it sat Tequila.

"Kazuo Tamada, he, he is missing."

"When did this happen?" Xia Chuan asked after a long silence.

He just thought things were going in the direction he wanted, but then problems suddenly arose.

“It must have been last night when the people I sent to follow him discovered that he hadn’t left the Mika Library. This morning, just a short while ago, his wife seems a bit worried and called the police, but because it hasn’t been more than 24 hours, the case hasn’t been accepted.”

Xia Chuan sighed, "I understand."

He stopped and hailed a taxi.

I gave the driver the address of the Mihua Library.

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