Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 311 Do you really think I'm a radar?
On the way to the Mihana Grand Hotel, Gin had just finished a call with Pisco.

“Pisco is getting more and more cowardly as he gets older, but he still needs to double-check before he’s allowed to kill that guy in the chaos.”

Vodka rambled on and on, only to find that Gin didn't respond at all.

"Big brother, what's wrong?"

The car was traveling at around 80 km/h, but Gin didn't seem to care about the road at all. He was looking down at a single strand of hair in his hand.
"What is this?" Vodka asked curiously.

"I also want to know what this is."

Gin held his hair above his head, making the color of the hair visible in the light.

Brown hair?

The appearance of this hair raised suspicions.

Based on the footprints found on the ground at the parking spot, it's easy to conclude that someone had just entered the Porsche.

Neither he nor Vodka have brown hair, and the car had just arrived in Tokyo at noon today, so there's no way they could have brown hair!
Thinking of this, Qin took a puff of his cigarette and looked down to search.

"Could it be that some clueless thief is trying to steal something from the car?"

Vodka's thoughts are simpler than Gin's; the moment he saw that strand of hair, he immediately thought of a certain woman!

"Who knows?"

half an hour.

A soft, sticky thing was pulled out.

Before Gin could even take a closer look, he noticed a faint scent of chewing gum, and his face immediately turned sour.

That damn Sherry, how disgusting, using chewing gum as an adhesive.

To his surprise, Sherry actually dared to take the initiative!
"What is this?"

"It's most likely a listening and tracking device."

Gin thought about it again and realized that this might be a good thing.

He was just worried about not being able to find Shirley, and she just delivered herself to his door. Wasn't this like walking into the line of fire?

Seeing his older brother frowning and sneering, Vodka wondered if he had been driven mad with anger.

The bugging device was easily crushed and then thrown out the window.

"Shirley, I'm going to kill you this time!"

Vodka asked with a worried look, "Weren't we all overheard? Shouldn't the mission at the Miho Hotel be postponed?"

“It’s alright. If we only mention the name Pisco, Shirley won’t be able to find it.”

Gin gave a chilling smile as he looked out the window: "I was hoping she would show up, but before I could even find her, she came right up to me."

"Is that Shirley? She's got some nerve, daring to mess with a tiger's tail!"

"Ok?"

"What I mean is, Shirley is too bold, she actually dared to provoke Big Brother."

"Ah."

"Shouldn't we inform Pisco and tell him to prepare to capture Shirley?"

Sherry is indeed more important than Shigehiko Tobuchi. This has nothing to do with anything else; it's simply the difference between having a codename and not having one.

Moreover, Sherry's constant presence outside poses a danger to the organization, as she possesses a vast amount of intelligence about the organization and is also the developer of APXT4869.

"Why arrest her? The drug research has already been handed over to Rum. Bringing Sherry back would just be giving Rum a hand."

"What do you mean, brother?"

"Leave no survivors! Let her die along with Shigehiko Tobuguchi and Pisco!"

"Pisco has betrayed his own people; let him do one last thing for the organization."

Six o'clock in the evening.

The snow fell as usual, and the cold wind was biting and icy.

At the entrance of the Beika Hotel, Amuro Tooru, dressed in a fitted waiter's suit with a small bow tie that made his neck uncomfortable, still had to put on a professional smile.

Although it was her first day on the job, the waiter was already familiar with the tasks and quickly got the hang of them.

"Welcome, Miss Chris."

"Hmm." Vermouth smiled slightly. "This outfit does have a unique charm on you, Bourbon."

"Thank you, your dress is also very beautiful, it shows off your figure perfectly."

"Hehehe, how about it? Want to come to my room tonight for a chat and a couple of drinks?"

"No need. Working several jobs a day is tiring enough. I'd rather go home and sleep. Besides, I don't want Calvados to see me as an enemy."

"Boring."

Vermouth rolled her eyes; all the members of the organization were so clueless about romance.

Tonight is the memorial service for the late director Jiu Juan, and all those present are social celebrities.

One by one, prominent figures entered the Beika Grand Hotel, pursued by reporters and greeted by waiters. Among them was the organization's target, Shigehiko Tobuchi.

"Isn't it a bit too high-profile to do this for the sake of Shigehiko Tonguchi?"

Amuro Tooru turned to look at the two organization members who walked into the hotel chatting and laughing. Half an hour earlier, Gin and Vodka had suddenly said they wanted to come over.

The original plan was for Pisco to take action, while he would patch things up; Vermouth would just be passing by, and Gin and Vodka wouldn't be coming either. Now that the plan has changed, he suspects that something might have gone wrong.

Rum returned to Europe long after the meeting ended, and the Crown matter ultimately benefited Gin, for which he also wasted the codename member Pacharan.

It shouldn't have anything to do with Rum, so why is Gin taking it so seriously?

"With so many people coming at once, I really want to take them all down at once."

Amuro Tooru resisted the urge to tell Yuri about it, but it would be pointless to tell Yuri now.

Because he had killed many agents in the war with the FBI, his superiors temporarily sent him home for two days to sober up.

Although the higher-ups understood Yuri's actions, they were, after all, the FBI. Even if the truth was on their side, as a nation of sons, they still had to show humility.

"Hello, welcome to Mihua Grand Restaurant."

Amuro Tooru bent over again, and almost couldn't straighten up when he looked up.

This client is a bit special!

The visitor didn't even glance at him, and seemed oblivious to his reaction, before walking straight into the restaurant.

"Natsukawa? What's this guy doing here too?"

Three giant question marks appeared on Amuro Tooru's forehead. Had the organization's operation been discovered?
But no matter which official body in Japan discovers it, it shouldn't be the National Tax Service, right? That organization does nothing but collect taxes, and it certainly doesn't need these clerks to catch criminal groups.

Oh no, I heard that Xia Chuan's fighting skills are quite good.

But this isn't a matter of force! It's a matter of function.

Is it just a coincidence?

Amuro Tooru thought for a moment and suddenly realized the problem!
Shigehiko Tomoguchi is under joint investigation by the Metropolitan Police Department and the National Tax Agency. Since Natsukawa is a special investigator for the National Tax Agency, it is possible that he is targeting Shigehiko Tomoguchi. In fact, the reason why Shigehiko Tomoguchi is being investigated may very well be the work of the other party!

Natsukawa was unaware that he had been unfairly blamed, and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared. He also hadn't expected Amuro Tooru to be there. Luckily, he didn't show any strange expression, otherwise, the suspicious Amuro Tooru might have become suspicious. "Tomoguchi Shigehiko is about to die. If he investigates, he might be targeted by Gin and the others."

He and Yuri were, after all, teammates in the same group, and Yuri's brother-in-law was likely in trouble now.

"Alright, I'll help him if I can later and try my best to save Xia Chuan's life. That way, I can give Yuri an explanation. Besides, I can also use this time to see if there's anything else going on with him. I have a feeling that there's more to Xia Chuan's identity than meets the eye."

As time goes on, the memorial service for Director Sakamaki will begin promptly at 6:30.

The scene was filled with social celebrities from all over the country, with the occasional foreign face; these were all part of the network of connections that director Jiu Juan had during his lifetime.

The large number of people had a huge impact on Conan's search for Pisque.

Most importantly! He still doesn't know who the deceased will be.

It seems a bit difficult to stop them from killing!

"No! I absolutely must find Pisco before he kills anyone!"

Two children wandered around the scene without being asked to leave by security, but they did receive a stare from Amuro Tooru.

"Strange, aren't those two the little girl from the Natsukawa family and the little boy from the Mouri family? Are they on a date, and they found them here?"

Speechless and choked.

It's one thing for a kid to be in a relationship, but to do it at a funeral? Doesn't he remember that Japan has this kind of custom?
"Children, this is not a place for you."

Conan looked up at Amuro Tooru, a look of confusion creeping onto his face.

Throughout his life, Conan has never noticed anyone except Kogoro Mouri when he investigates cases. Where did this dark-skinned waiter come from? He has such sharp eyes that he actually noticed him.

Moreover, I have a feeling that I've seen this guy somewhere before, and it seems like it's been recently.

"Brother, I just got separated from Dad and we're looking for him."

Dad is missing?

Amuro Tooru doesn't remember Kogoro Mouri being there. If Ai Haibara said that, it would be more convincing, since her father did enter the restaurant, but he just disappeared and didn't appear at the venue immediately.

"And what about this little one? Should I find a loudspeaker to announce it for you?"

"No, no need, we can manage on our own."

Conan quickly rejected the idea, looking around to find a suitable person to acknowledge as his father.

"How can that be? As a hotel manager, I have a duty to protect the safety of children who can't find their mothers!"

"Let's go outside first. A memorial service isn't suitable for children." With that, Amuro Tooru grabbed the two little brats, one in each arm, and dragged them both outside.

Regardless, an assassination is about to take place here, and it's too dangerous for children to stay here.

By the time Conan realized what was happening, he was already strapped to the inside of the reception desk. The receptionist pulled out a bag of cookies from somewhere and asked them with a smile if they wanted some.

"What should we do now?"

Ai Haibara naturally took a small cookie and put it in her mouth, feeling much more relaxed. Compared to encountering the person she feared most on the scene, this place was much better.

Did you sense the presence of any members of the organization just now?

"Are you really treating me like a radar?" Ai Haibara looked displeased, turned her head to the side, and after a while said, "Maybe, because I have a cold and my head is still dizzy, so my perception is worse. Maybe not."

Conan didn't hear the last sentence at all; he only heard the first sentence, "There should be."

"Since there are so many people, we can only leave it to Inspector Megure. At the very least, we must stop them from killing!"

Conan first called Inspector Megure under his real name, and perhaps only the police could stop him in this situation.

Not long after the call was made, Inspector Megure arrived in a hurry.

After entering the hall, Inspector Megure remained silent, looking around for a while. When he did not find any trace of Shinichi Kudo, he decided to enter the memorial service venue.

However, before he could even open the door, the memorial service doors burst open with a bang, and several social celebrities fled in panic!
This situation made Conan's heart sink. He noticed that the dark-skinned waiter was gone and knew that this was the time to escape. He signaled to Ai Haibara not to move, while he found an angle to escape from the clutches of the receptionist.

In the corner, Xia Chuan pulled down the newspaper, revealing a pair of intelligent eyes.

If I remember correctly, Pisco will seize Ai during the chaos, and it should be around this time.

He has no intention of stopping it.

Although Ai Haibara isn't as reckless as Conan, she's not exactly well-behaved either. Perhaps only being caught by the organization can calm her down. Despite having nightmares every day, she hasn't reduced the time she spends on research.

The old father could only come up with such a terrible idea.

Soon, the surging crowd grew larger and larger, and even though Inspector Megure occupied a large area, he was still squeezed and disoriented.

"Everyone, stay still! I'm Inspector Megure from the Third Division of the First Investigation Section of the Metropolitan Police Department. We'll handle any problems. Please remain calm!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Conan rushed into the memorial service to check on the situation, but because he was not a witness and the clues were too scattered, he was unable to piece together the case in a short time.

The only discovery was that the deceased was the recently controversial politician, Tunkou.

"Great! With this photo, this month's bonus is definitely mine!"

A male reporter with a camera slung over his waist walked past Xia Chuan with a big smile on his face.

The male reporter, preoccupied with the prize money, wasn't paying attention to where he was going and tripped over a pair of outstretched feet.

"Sorry, I didn't notice anyone passing by."

Xia Chuan reached out and pulled the male reporter up.

"fine!"

The male reporter was in a great mood and didn't care about the pain at all. He took the camera that Xia Chuan handed him and quickly walked out of the restaurant.

With Inspector Megure's reassurance, everyone's emotions were calmed, and Conan continued to search for clues methodically.

Before long, Conan seemed to have found some evidence, reducing the number of suspects from over a hundred to seven.

Of course, during this period, he also lost his distillery radar.

Ai Haibara tried to come out to check the situation, but Pisco covered her mouth in the crowd and took her deep into the restaurant.

Not long after leaving the wine cellar, Pisco was detained by the police; he happened to be one of the seven people Conan suspected.

Besides him, Vermouth was also unlucky and became one of the chosen adults.

Xia Chuan first gave the photos he obtained to Frank so that he could spread them. If he remembered correctly, in addition to capturing the scandal of two celebrities, the reporter's photos also unexpectedly captured Pisco committing a crime.

We want Ai Haibara to learn her lesson, but we can't let her actually get killed by Gin.

Xia Chuan easily found the wine cellar and easily pried open the lock. The wine cellar was lined with wine racks and display cases on both sides, and the strong smell of wine made it clear that it was not a place for Yoel to stay.

There was a passageway in the middle, and besides Ai Haibara lying on the ground, there was a table with a laptop connected to a mobile phone on it.

Xia Chuan had absolutely no interest in computers. As an agent of Tequila, he had access to organizational secrets that were no less than Pisco's, and perhaps even more so now that he was Gin's subordinate.

"Should Frank's modified soft armor body armor be suitable?"

Xia Chuan pulled out a white lab coat.

This white lab coat was something Franky modified by secretly sneaking into Kaito's house the day before yesterday and stealing Kaito Kid's cape.

It has excellent bulletproof effect and is lightweight. In addition, it is filled with a thin layer of blood plasma, making it absolutely indistinguishable from a real one.

Place the clothes aside, and then put a bottle of strong liquor in a prominent position on the table.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)