Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 302 Where did Gin go?
At this moment, Poirot Café appears to be frozen in time from the outside.

The waiter stood in front of Amuro Tooru with a cup of coffee, looking down at him.

Amuro Tooru showed no fear and looked up to meet his gaze.

One had no intention of putting down the coffee, and the other had no intention of taking it.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense, and two powerful auras rose from behind the two men and then clashed.

The confrontation has already begun, albeit imperceptibly.

Xia Chuan, the instigator, stood at his second-floor window, watching this scene with a smile.

"Your coffee, sir."

Amuro Tooru still didn't answer, his gaze behind his sunglasses locking onto the other person, his voice gradually turning cold: "Who told you to add milk? I want black coffee!"

"Xiao Zi just said you wanted to add milk."

"Do you have any proof? Adding milk and calling it black coffee? Isn't that just a latte? I don't drink this stuff."

The waiter's lips twitched, and the veins on the back of his slender hand throbbed. "Then I'll get you another drink!"

"What's wrong with you, waiter? You didn't even apologize, acting like I'm the one in the wrong. Don't you know the customer is always right?"

Amuro Tooru looked as if he had really been wronged, and that image of being wronged was immediately established.

Sato Miwako's lips twitched, and she could no longer hide the urge to hit her.

Snap——

The disk shattered, and coffee spilled out through the crack.

Seven or eight police officers were poised to strike inside and outside the coffee shop, the signal for this operation being to break a glass.

Everything was ready. As long as Miwako Sato was certain that the other party was the new Beika Wolf they were looking for, smashing the coffee cup would be the moment to take action.

All the officers held their breath, and the most proactive one, Takagi, had already opened the car door.

However, the sound I expected did not appear in the headphones.

Amuro Tooru caught the coffee cup with lightning speed, took a sip, and his earlier grievance had vanished. "Can't even hold a plate properly, a new intern?"

Having recognized the other person's identity, Amuro Tooru wanted to chat a little longer.

For example, let's talk about why the Metropolitan Police Department suddenly took action against him, a "civilian." The door of the van outside was ajar, so it was clear that the van was also driven by members of the Metropolitan Police Department.

With such a large-scale operation and prior preparation, could it be that I've inexplicably become a suspect in a case?
Or are they specifically targeting me?

"Sir, we now suspect you of being involved in several cases. Please come with us to the Metropolitan Police Department to cooperate with the investigation."

Miwako Sato removed her work clothes as a disguise and took out her identification to show her identity.

"No." Amuro Tooru opened his mouth as if to say something, but then stopped himself.

He suddenly remembered the stalking case that Inspector Megure had mentioned to him while they were running.

Could it be that the stalking case Inspector Megure was referring to was about me?
Sato Miwako said firmly, "Let's go back to the Metropolitan Police Department first to discuss the specifics. We will investigate whether he is Beika Wolf or not. We will not let any bad guy go unpunished, nor will we wrong any innocent person!"

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Amuro Tooru's lips twitched. "Do you know who called the police to notify you?"

"Not now, but please rest assured, once we confirm that it's not the person we're looking for, we'll tell you the whole story."

This wasn't the first time Amuro Tooru had heard this formulaic answer; the other party clearly didn't want to tell him, and was only saying this to keep him calm!

Even if Miwako Sato hadn't said anything, Tooru Amuro already had some guesses.

It's Xia Chuan!

The call Inspector Megure received must have been from Natsukawa.

"They actually found out. Xia Chuan really has a problem. How could the investigators from the National Taxation Bureau have such counter-surveillance capabilities?"

Amuro Tooru muttered a complaint under his breath, then stood up and stretched out his hands, surrendering.

Miwako Sato didn't react for a moment, and only came to her senses when she heard the reminder in her earpiece.

"Hey, could you please not take off my glasses and hat? What if it's a misunderstanding? How am I supposed to face people after I run into someone I know when I go out?"

Sato Miwako frowned, but since the other party was cooperating so well, she couldn't say anything. The handcuffs were already on, so she wasn't worried about the other party escaping. She nodded slightly.

As they arrived at the entrance, several police officers swarmed around them.

"Sato, I'm here to help you!"

"Get out of the way, I can handle this!"

"Don't move. I remember you're already married, hey, or I'll tell your sister-in-law."

"I'm your uncle!"

The police officer's overtures caused Sato Miwako to throb with anger.

"It's yours now." Sato pushed through the crowd and handed the person over to the vulnerable Takagi Wataru.

"Ah? Yes, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Amidst the disdainful and angry gazes of the crowd, Takagi stepped forward with a smug grin.

"Hey, officer, you seem to be new here?"

Takagi was a little curious that this prisoner still had time to chat with her at this time. Wasn't he worried about picking up the soap at all?
Amuro Tooru was not worried about picking up the soap; if he wanted to leave, he didn't believe these people could stop him.

However, even when fleeing in front of the police, one must wait for the right opportunity.

For example, just now in the coffee shop, I was too close to Miwako Sato. If I ran away, it would definitely provoke a counterattack. Now that I'm at the door, there's a lot of room for me to escape.

I just met with Inspector Megure this morning to congratulate him on successfully apprehending the criminal, and now, only an hour later, I'm the criminal in front of him. How embarrassing is that?

Both morally and logically, he has to run away!

Takagi did not answer the suspect's questions. He had been trained before joining the company not to answer prisoners' questions lightly.

Amuro Tooru shrugged indifferently, but when he reached the van, he suddenly cried out "Ouch!" and fell to the ground.

"Are you OK?"

From Takagi's perspective, the suspect had simply slipped and fallen, so there was no suspicion.

The other officers were indignant and naturally wouldn't help Takagi.

Takagi bent down and pulled the person up, then his expression suddenly changed.

"Thank you!"

"you"

He grabbed the suspect's right hand, only to find that the suspect's right wrist was not handcuffed.

Then I looked again, and my left wrist was gone too!
What about the shackles?
Are you looking for this?

Amuro Tooru used Takagi's strength to quickly stand up and then counterattacked him to the ground.

ka ka ka-

It wasn't until his hands were bound by shackles that Takagi realized what was happening.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Takagi shouted, but Amuro Tooru had already taken off running and disappeared at the end of the street in less than two seconds.

By the time Sato Miwako realized what was happening, the person had already run away. Enraged, she stomped her foot hard, and the heel of her high heel snapped with a crack.

The officers remained silent, especially Takagi, who knew he had gotten himself into trouble. Not only did he not dare to speak, but he also unconsciously climbed into the car, hoping that Sato Miwako would forget his mistake.

the other side.

Amuro Tooru didn't know how far he had run, at least seven or eight kilometers, almost leaving the Beika Town area. Only then did he stop to catch his breath: "Damn it! He found out I didn't make a sound, and then called the police to arrest me. Does he already know I was hired by Yuri?"

"As expected, he's no ordinary person!"

Amuro Tooru sighed and called Yuri.

"So, have you found out exactly what Xia Chuan was up to? Did he use illegal means to eavesdrop on business secrets of entrepreneurs?"

Yuri couldn't wait to ask a question, his voice full of anticipation.

He was very confident in Amuro Tooru's intelligence capabilities, but he didn't expect that Amuro Tooru would call him in less than two days, which meant that he must have already found out about Natsukawa's lewd behavior.

"No, these past two days he's either been at home or at Blue Castle. He did go out early yesterday morning, but it was just night fishing. I followed him until 3 a.m."

Amuro Tooru's voice was solemn: "I think I've been discovered, but I don't know when. I'm not sure if my actions yesterday were something I did on purpose after they discovered me."

"In short, your brother-in-law definitely has a problem, but I don't know exactly what the problem is. His counter-surveillance ability is definitely not simple. I didn't even realize that he had discovered me."

Amuro Tooru recounted what had happened that morning.

Yuri fell silent.

"He'll definitely be on high alert for a while, so there's no point in tracking him during this period. Let's wait and see!"

Seemingly worried that Yuri might think he wasn't doing his job, Amuro Tooru added, "Of course, I will continue to investigate this matter, but the specific timing will depend on the situation. At least we need to wait until Natsukawa lowers his guard."

"I understand."

Yuri was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

Amuro Tooru's identity is kept highly confidential. Asking him to investigate Natsukawa was already a violation of regulations. If Amuro Tooru were to continue investigating at this point, who knows what might happen next.

Although this investigation failed, Yuri still did not intend to give up. There was still a long time ahead, and one day he would find a loophole in Xia Chuan's defenses.

Before that, he would chat with his sister every few days, instilling some conservative ideas in her, urging her not to let her backyard fall into chaos before she even had a chance to find out the truth.

By then, the child will already be calling him "uncle," and any findings will be useless.

"By the way, I had my spies in the US keep an eye on the FBI's movements. Recently, Shuichi Akai seems to have left the US, and his whereabouts are unknown. However, I suspect he might come to Japan again. See if you can investigate the specifics through the organization's channels, or tell Gin about this."

"Using someone else to do the dirty work?"

Amuro Tooru muttered to himself for a moment, then sneered, "It is indeed a good method."

Gin and Shuichi Akai are both bad people, and dog-eat-dog fighting is exactly what he wants to see.

On the other hand, these past few days, not only Gin but also vodka have been nowhere to be seen, which is a problem.

Where did those two go?

And then there's Tequila, who seems to have been out of touch for several days already, and who knows what mission they're on.

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Amuro Tooru suddenly frowned.

Shuichi Akai was recently deported from Japan, so why has he secretly returned? What is his purpose?
Considering Gin's sudden disappearance and the fact that the boss hasn't contacted him recently, there seems to be something more to this.

This idea was not unfounded. Gin's work ethic was no worse than Bourbon's. He was always thinking about making money, catching traitors, or finding scientists or government officials he could recruit.

How could someone who tries to stretch a day into a week suddenly disappear for several days?

suspicious!

"Big brother, how long are we going to keep hiding?"

Vodka flicked his thumb, and a peanut landed steadily in his mouth.

While watching the detective Samonji TV program on Nichiri TV, he asked, "Staying here all day must be pretty boring."

"Has your IQ not increased at all after watching so many detective stories?"

Gin rolled his eyes, a rare occurrence for him: "Once our people contact that senator and reach a deal, the Crown deal will be settled. Until then, we shouldn't show up, much less meet with Rum."

In fact, Rum started contacting Gin the day before yesterday.

The reason, of course, is for the crown.

As the second-in-command of the distillery, Rum holds a higher position than Gin, and he intends to use his power to force Gin to relinquish the crown.

This is a significant achievement; even if he were the second-in-command, he would still need it.

However, Gin was not fooled at all.

Phone calls went unanswered, emails went unanswered, text messages were ignored, and even after visiting several bases, no one could be found.

"They would never guess that we were hiding in the Mihana Grand Hotel."

Vodka said smugly, "I wonder what Rum's expression is like right now. I think it must be awful, hehehe."

Gin wasn't as bored as Vodka; he looked down at the documents in his hand.

Rum came to Japan not just for the Crown; the organization is holding a summary meeting soon, which the heads of several important branches will attend.

During this period, it is also necessary to investigate whether some key members have committed dereliction of duty.

The distillery has very strict rules and regulations, and its disciplinary methods are even more unusual, as can be seen from Gin's methods.

The documents that Gin is currently reviewing contain information about some members, as well as information about some important peripheral members and partners.

For example, this guy, Shigehiko Tobuchi, a member of the Japanese parliament, seems to have been investigated by the police recently because of his own misconduct.

The police have opened a case for investigation, and the National Taxation Bureau has also launched a tax audit.

Simply put, this guy is doomed.

To prevent the organization's intelligence from being leaked, the other party must be assassinated after the meeting ends.

This congressman has done many shady things for them, both openly and secretly. It's inevitable that the organization has some clues and evidence against him, so he definitely can't be arrested by the police. They need to deal with him before they can be arrested.

Now, he's checking which official member of the organization also has problems.

We can have them assassinate Shigehiko Tobukuro, and then kill this codenamed member, killing two birds with one stone.

Of course, the possibility of the code name member having problems is very small, after all, he is investigating the mole every day and believes that he has already eliminated all the moles.

If a suitable codename member cannot be found, it's not a problem to let vodka or tequila handle it.

"I'm going out to buy some water of life."

Vodka smacked his lips, savoring the last drop of the water of life, and smacked them again, seemingly unsatisfied.

Gin nodded in agreement.

However, Vodka returned shortly after leaving.

Gin glanced at him and noticed that the other person didn't have any alcohol in his hand, but instead looked panicked.

"what happens?"

It seems there are very few situations that can elicit such an expression from Vodka. The last time was when he was flying a helicopter and got hit by a ground-to-air missile.

"Louis, I see Louis!"

"Louis?"

Gin's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure it's him?"

“I’m sure I’m not mistaken. I just saw him carrying a bag of lunch into the elevator. I think he lives here too.”

"Looks like Rum's here too." Gin's lips twitched. He randomly picked a hotel, and it turned out Rum was staying there as well.

That bastard! He came to Japan and has a base, but he insists on staying in a hotel instead. In the end, the reimbursement will still be charged to him, the person in charge in Japan.

Rum is such a disgusting guy; he makes himself sick even with such small details.

(End of this chapter)