Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 292 Information about Rum

In the afternoon, at the Yokosuka mountain forest coast.

The azure sea shimmered in the sunlight, like a deep and boundless golden dream.

Dense coconut trees grow along the seashore, towering trees standing there, their intertwined canopies forming a dense shade.

Xia Chuan, wearing sunglasses, lay leisurely on a beach chair.

A jet-black fishing rod extends four or five meters forward, with a transparent fishing line at its end dangling into the sea.

"Can you catch fish on the beach?"

Ai Haibara may not know how to fish, but isn't it a bit disrespectful to fish on the beach?

Such shallow mudflats must be more fun for beachcombing, right?

"Octopus and starfish are still possibilities, maybe we can even catch a SpongeBob." Anya crossed her arms, looked serious, and looked at Ai Haibara as if to say: If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense.

Ai Haibara rolled her eyes and ignored Anya.

Doesn't anyone know who's wrong? Why don't you just hook up with SpongeBob?

The boundless sea reflected the shimmering golden sunlight, and Haibara's mind gradually calmed down.

Reflect on the feeling of being spied on and oppressed when I got off the bus this morning, and what exactly it came from.

Has an organization appeared?
After all, she only seems to be so sensitive to people in the organization.

But who exactly is it?
Was it Shi Kaobing or someone else?
At noon, she spoke with Conan on the phone and learned that in addition to Skobing, Chinikov also had problems.

The downing of Phantom Thief Kid appears to be his doing.

The real Chinnikov was found dead in his Tokyo home, suggesting that this Chinnikov was someone in disguise.

"Disguise?"

The thought of disguise brings to mind the face of a certain woman.

That's right, it's Vermouth!
Within the organization, only Vermouth is proficient in disguise. However, given Chinnikov's physique, it's impossible for him to be Vermouth herself. But for someone to evoke that feeling in her, they must at least be a codename member.

She got out of the car for a few seconds today, and although the Beetle slightly obscured her face, it couldn't be completely certain that she wasn't noticed.

probably not!

Ai Haibara thought to herself with certainty.

Regardless of whether the other party has discovered it, not everyone in the organization knows what they looked like when they were young.

Because of this, Ai Haibara spent the entire afternoon immersed in her inner world, constantly weighing and reflecting on the matter.

"I'm wondering if Ai is sick?" Joel asked worriedly.

Ai Haibara's behavior is not right, although she is usually very quiet.

But today, she looks rather dazed.

Xia Chuan glanced at him, shrugged, and patted the back of Joel's hand, saying, "Don't worry, it's alright."

"Instead of worrying about Ai, you should rub my chest instead."

Xia Chuan's expression suddenly turned painful as he rubbed his chest: "You kicked me, and I feel like my ribs are broken. You have to put some sunscreen on me to heal them."

Xia Chuan pinched Rouyi's hand and placed it on his chest. His pained expression instantly brightened. His other hand automatically climbed onto Liu's waist and pulled Joel onto the beach chair.

The beach chair creaked and groaned, but the two people on it showed no pity whatsoever, continuing their affectionate display.

Upon seeing this, Anya instinctively picked up her camera.

Ai Haibara pouted: "Don't adults these days care about the consequences? There are still kids around."

"really"

Anya nodded: "Haibara is still here, how can we do such embarrassing things? What if we corrupt Haibara?"

Please.

Haibara rolled her eyes. "I'm talking about you!"
Idiot!

However, this little incident distracted her from the brewery, allowing Ai Haibara to put the matter behind her.

That night.

Shibuya, Tokyo.

Shibuya is bustling with people at night, and there are sexy, dark-skinned girls everywhere wearing thin clothes.

Occasionally, when passing by the entrance of a brothel, you can see women in their thirties soliciting business.

These kinds of places are most popular among working people who have suffered hardship at work, thus providing a considerable amount of revenue for brothels every night.

Xia Chuan walked into one of the houses without looking to the side.

The young woman at the door seemed to recognize him; she neither greeted him nor stopped him.

Xia Chuan's purpose was certainly not to drink with a young woman; his black suit and the mask on his face proved that he was working.

This brothel was actually one of the distillery's secret hideouts.

The greatest hermits live in the city, and Gin understands this principle well, opening his base in Shibuya, where the city is busiest at night.

This place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, with a chaotic flow of comings and goings. Even if you are exposed, you can blend into the crowd and escape immediately.

Walk through the store and go directly to the backstage area.

"Hey, what's wrong with that guy?!"

A drunken worker stared in disbelief, wondering why someone could enter the store's back office.

Didn't this brothel say they only offer drinking companionship and no other services?
The worker stared at the receptionist, swallowed hard, and said with a drooling voice, "I think you must be tired, Boss. I happen to know a massage technique. How about I show it to you backstage?"

The proprietress gave him a charming wink: "You rascal, what are you thinking about? You must be drunk. There are hangover cures backstage. I'll take you there."

Amidst the envious and jealous gazes of many guests, the worker put his arm around the boss's wife's shoulder and entered the backstage area.

The worker was clearly visiting the backstage area for the first time, and as soon as he closed the door, he felt a little uncomfortable.

It's too quiet backstage.

And what about the man who just came in?
"Boss lady."

The worker turned around to ask something, but before he could finish speaking, a pair of hands reached out from behind him and covered his nose and mouth with a white handkerchief.

"Go to sleep, you'll feel better when you wake up!"

The landlady's voice was seductive, and the workers, despite knowing something was wrong, still chose to believe her.

Or you can't disbelieve it anymore.

Because he had no strength left to resist, he lost all sensation under the influence of ether.

At this moment, two men in black opened another door at the backstage and came in, carrying the worker away without saying a word.

"Won't we get caught doing this?"

On the second floor, Xia Chuan looked at the surveillance footage and asked Gin, who was sitting on the windowsill.

Gin sat upright on the windowsill, a thin cigarette in his hand, quietly looking out the window without saying a word.

Beside him, Vodka sneered, "Don't worry, we'll take people like this back for reform. In ten days or half a month, they'll be solid and loyal peripheral members of the organization. As for the time he disappeared, he'll know how to explain it to others then."

Xia Chuan was somewhat taken aback. "So, all the people who died at the military base before were members who had been kidnapped like this?"

No wonder Gin didn't feel any heartache at all.

"That's right. Some people are just wasting their lives and would be better off dedicating them to the organization's great cause. Of course, that's not all of them. Some members are trained by us from childhood, and the organization's peripheral members can't be completely devoid of combat skills."

“When there are too many people, problems are bound to arise.” Vodka waved his hand and said, “It’s different. We never do this kind of thing on our own initiative. It’s just that some people can’t control themselves, so there’s nothing we can do about it.”

Xia Chuan shrugged and stopped paying attention.

"I'm sorry, because Phantom Thief Kid got involved, I didn't get the crown."

"Ah."

Gin gave a soft hum and exhaled a smoke ring through his nose: "Got it."

Vodka chuckled inwardly; his older brother's sudden silence meant he was unhappy.

Natsukawa didn't care whether Gin was happy or not, but he hadn't finished speaking yet!

"However, I already know Rum's motive."

"What is it?" Gin asked.

In reality, he only sent Tequila to handle this matter with the intention of annoying Rum; it would be best if he could get the item, but it wouldn't matter if he couldn't.

It's good that Tequila knows Rum's purpose, since the Crown is still within Japan's territory, and as long as it's within his sphere of influence, he's not afraid of it escaping!

Just so confident!

“I overheard his conversation with Phantom Thief Kid and discovered that this crown seems to contain the restoration treasure left by the first emperor of the Romanov dynasty.”

Upon hearing this, Vodka and Gin both straightened their backs.

The treasures of a restored nation are unknown, but what is known is that they could allow the organization to squander them for at least several years!
Once you get this money, missiles, airplanes, submarines, tanks—you can have them whenever you want.
A slight smile appeared on Xia Chuan's lips. He didn't intend to reveal all the information Kaito had given him; he wanted to leave some suspense.

For example, the fact that the treasure is now empty.

"By the way, the crown should still be in the hands of that Natsumi Kosaka. If we want to make a move, we might need to hurry, otherwise it might not be so easy to get it if she sells it."

Qin Jiu nodded.

"Perhaps having Baileys do it will have unexpected results."

“Hmm.” Gin raised an eyebrow; Tequila’s thoughts were in line with his.

"By the way, where are Rum's men?"

"I fired a shot when he was fighting with Kaito Kid. The bullet hit his abdomen and he fell into the sea. I tried to find him afterwards, but I didn't find his body, so I can't confirm his identity. There is a possibility that he escaped."

Kaito is one of our own, so we're not afraid of anyone exposing this lie.

Actually, Xia Chuan wanted to ask what the bald man's code name was, but he was worried about giving himself away, so he didn't ask.

Frank's questioning hadn't even begun yet, and if they wanted to hear the code name from the bald man himself, they'd probably have to wait until he got back that night.

Therefore, even when the other party fell off the cliff, they did not remove their disguise mask, and their code name was unknown.

"It's a pity. If we could have killed him, Rum's expression would have been quite a sight."

Vodka chuckled mischievously, "Although we couldn't find the body, it's possible it was carried away by ocean currents to another place and might not still be alive."

Gin stood up and walked up to Natsukawa: "Rum might be coming to Japan soon, so you shouldn't show up during this time."

Someone was causing trouble, and with Rum's intelligence, it was easy for him to guess that it was his own doing.

After all, the information came from Vermouth, and regardless of whether that member successfully left or not, Rum would suspect that he was involved.

"Rum is coming?"

Xia Chuan raised an eyebrow. This wasn't good news. He wondered if they would stay after arriving.

Rum doesn't appear until later in the Conan storyline, which should be after the showdown between the Red and the Black. Is his early appearance due to instructions from the BOSS or because Rum is in a hurry?

“That’s right, but you don’t need to worry. Even without that incident, he would still have come to Japan.”

Gin didn't explain further, patted Natsukawa on the shoulder to acknowledge his task, and then left.

early morning.

Xia Chuan started his fourth performance of the day.

In the basement of Frank's villa, a burly man, ravaged by torture, stares blankly at the one-way glass in front of him.

Behind the glass, Xia Chuan sat in a chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the intelligence report in his hand.

"Your interrogation skills have improved, but don't do it again next time."

The question has been asked, but the person is probably beyond saving; it looks like they won't live past tomorrow morning.

"Tch, it's like they're going to leave someone alive."

Frank scoffed, "He already knows about you. If we let him go, aren't we afraid Gin will immediately find out that there's something wrong with your identity?"

"They definitely won't let him go," Xia Chuan said, just joking. Frank has indeed made a lot of progress recently, and he can even drive himself from Yokosuka back to Tokyo, which is commendable.

"As expected, Rum is after the treasure hidden in the crown."

Xia Chuan chuckled softly.

According to the information Frank obtained, the square-faced bald man's code name in the organization was Pacharan.

This is a niche wine from the Navarre region of Spain.

The codename was unremarkable; at least, Xia Chuan had no recollection of it.

However, from Pacharan's words, we learned Rum's true purpose in wanting to obtain the crown.

It turns out that Rum already knew the secret of the crown and that the Egg of Memories was related to the crown.

Thus, the incident occurred more than a decade ago when the drunkard Peanut assassinated a descendant of the former owner of the Blue Castle.

The drunkard peanut's actions were actually Rum's doing.

However, Rum did not expect that after learning about the Blue Castle, the drunkard Peanut did not tell him, but instead secretly hid himself.

By the time Rum realized what was happening, the drunkard Peanut had already hidden his identity and come to Japan to find the treasure on his own.

This hiding place lasted for more than a decade.

Because he found the Egg of Memories, the case was reported, and the Suzuki Foundation promoted the museum extensively. Rum learned of this and then planned this operation.

However, there is one surprising thing about this.

Rum actually knew all along that the treasure was empty!
That's unexpected.
His reason for targeting the Crown seems to be to make a deal with a Russian politician.

As for what the politicians' bargaining chips are, Pacharan doesn't know either.

Rum did not explain this to him.

"However, the bargaining chip that made Rum make a second move must be extraordinary."

Frank stroked his chin: "Looks like I need to find out which Russian politician it is."

"We don't need to worry about what other countries are doing, but it would be best to find out what their bargaining chips are."

Gin has already started sending Baileys to steal the double-headed eagle crown. Rum's arrival will inevitably lead to a showdown with Gin, and it would be best if he could find out what the other party's bargaining chips are.

"Don't worry, we'll have news within a week. Russia's in a mess right now, so this kind of information shouldn't be hard to find out." Frank smiled slightly, full of confidence.

"You said the same thing about the Dark Baron virus last time, but in the end, we still had to rely on me."

Xia Chuan rolled his eyes. If things were to turn out the same way as last time, he would have to be ruthless and go to the so-called daughter of the IRS director to tell her that Frank was having an affair.

Let Frank sever his emotional ties.

I strongly suspect that Frank's inefficiency is related to having a girlfriend.

Women are soul-crushing and bone-deeply consuming.
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(End of this chapter)