Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 323 Makoto Kyogoku vs. Vodka

After returning to the hostel, Vodka paced back and forth in his room.

"Stop waving around. They've already clearly rejected you. On the contrary, that Daoxie Masahiko might be more in line with your requirements."

"What do you mean?"

"Last night, when you were drunk, I investigated the reasons why the police responded to the call."

Xia Chuan briefly explained the case, concealing the fact that he had broken into the house the previous night.

"Hmph, this kind of person is probably only at the level of an outer member."

Vodka was utterly disgusted; his organization would never lay a hand on a defenseless woman unless she was very rich!

The two chatted for a short while before they saw Makoto Kyogoku, wrapped in bandages, return from outside, accompanied by Sonoko Suzuki and two others.

Sonoko Suzuki, contrary to her usual behavior, practically stuck to Makoto Kyogoku.

Makoto Kyogoku gave a shy smile, scratching his head with an embarrassed expression, his originally dark complexion turning slightly red.

He thought to himself that only a hero could win a damsel in distress, and deliberately taking that knife was definitely the right thing to do!

Vodka stroked his chin thoughtfully. "This guy named Kyogoku Makoto seems to have a lot of interest in women."

Xia Chuan raised an eyebrow, sensing that Vodka had some ulterior motive.

"Hehe, what do you think about me introducing Baileys to him? Then I can trick him into joining the organization. After all, she's Vermouth's apprentice, and that kind of charm is something no man can resist, especially an eighteen-year-old high school student like her. He should really like a mature woman like Baileys."

There are only a few female codenamed members in the organization. Forget about Vermouth, and Chianti is a crazy woman; introducing her to her would be too dangerous. The only one left is Bailey, who is still working as Natsue Bokumoto's secretary at the Bokumoto Group.

Baileys is absolutely perfect, and vodka has 100% confidence in it.

"Uh"

Xia Chuan was about to object, but Vodka's suggestion seemed quite interesting.

"The honey trap is a good option, but Baileys might not agree, especially since Vermouth is still in Japan. She will definitely prioritize Vermouth's orders. Even if Gin intervenes, he might not be able to persuade her."

Furthermore, the Hiramoto Group probably won't be able to take it over anytime soon. Wouldn't wasting too much time on Kyogoku Makoto be putting the cart before the horse?

"Indeed, so before going through the trouble of persuading him, I'll try to subdue him by force first. An eighteen-year-old high school student definitely admires the strong; as long as I defeat him..."

Vodka smiled dismissively, his confidence radiating from him.

"."

You'd better think about it again.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Natsukawa awkwardly touched his nose, thinking to himself, "It's not that I'm afraid you won't go all out, it's that I'm afraid Kyogoku Makoto won't be able to stop!"
To be fair, Vodka did witness Makoto Kyogoku saving people, but now it seems he's selectively forgotten, or perhaps he thinks he could do the same thing?
Vodka, of course, wasn't that arrogant.

He simply didn't believe Kyogoku was the cause of the car changing direction, suspecting there might have been stones or something on the road, or that someone in the car woke up and turned the steering wheel.

Makoto Kyogoku must have kicked the car at that exact moment, which is why it looked like he kicked the car out of bounds.

dong dong dong.
"Mr. Uozuka, Mr. Kimura, are you there?"

Kyogoku Makoto's voice came from the doorway.

"This money was well spent!"

Vodka chuckled, gave Natsukawa a provocative look, as if asking if he was convinced, and a few Fukuzawa Yukichi cards were enough to make the other party deliver himself to his doorstep.

Vodka composed himself slightly, then opened the door with a smile: "Kyogoku-kun, since you've come to challenge me, how could I refuse? But don't worry, the difference in our strength is obvious, I'll give you a handicap!"

"???"

Kyogoku Makoto kept his words of gratitude to himself until ten minutes later, when he stood in his backyard training room. He then looked at Vodka with a strange expression and said, "Mr. Uozuka, I am very grateful for your help earlier, but do you really want to fight me?"

"Of course, you may not know me yet. I love mentoring young people the most."

Natsukawa gave Kyogoku Makoto an awkward smile from behind and shrugged, indicating that he was powerless to help.

By the way, Makoto Kyogoku's arm is still wrapped in bandages, so who gave up their arm?

"Mr. Uozuka did me a great favor just now, but I won't hold back during the fight!"

"Hehe, that's more like it, but you have to promise me that if you lose, you'll join us!"

Although he didn't know what kind of organization "they" that Uozuka Saburo was referring to, it didn't matter what it was, since he had never lost a fight.

"I promise you!"

"very good!"

Vodka's eyes lit up, and with a confident air, he put one hand behind his back, stood to the side, and beckoned with his hand.

An aura of a master naturally arises.

"You go first."

As soon as Vodka finished speaking, Makoto Kyogoku nodded without hesitation and looked at Vodka with a serious expression.

strangeness.
Mr. Uozuka is so confident, so why are there loopholes everywhere? Could these loopholes actually be traps?
Kyogoku Makoto didn't believe that Uozuka Saburo would actually expose these weaknesses, so he raised his vigilance to the highest level and showed the same seriousness he hadn't even shown when facing the runner-up.

call out--

Vodka felt something flash past him.

Years of experience as an assassin had given him a special sensory ability; the stinging sensation from behind guided him.

"So fast!"

boom!
Vodka turned around and struggled to catch the blow. The powerful force was too much for him to withstand, as he was not on his feet. His body was lifted up by the force and flew towards Xia Chuan.

Xia Chuan dodged to the side.

"Why didn't you lend me a hand?!"

Vodka got up angrily, walked past Xia Chuan, rubbed his numb arm, and held back his tears.

It hurts so much, but I can't scream, or I'll lose my cool factor!

"Didn't you say you'd give Kyogoku Makoto one hand?"

Vodka glared at him fiercely, damn it, he had to bring up the very thing he didn't want to talk about!
"It's alright, Mr. Uozuka, please fight me with all your might."

Makoto Kyogoku once again assumed the starting stance for karate.

Although Mr. Uozuka's combat strength seems average, his reaction speed is really fast. Just now, he was able to react instantly and defend when he ran behind him.

And it's surprisingly durable!

No wonder he's from a yakuza organization; he underestimated the Japanese yakuza organizations before.

And then there's Mr. Kimura, whose dodging movements are so fluid and graceful, as if he foresaw the outcome of his clash with Mr. Uozuka from the very beginning.

I really want to have a match with Mr. Kimura.

His fighting spirit was already hard to quell, especially since he had just fought with Daoxie Zhengyan. His opponent was too weak and couldn't satisfy him at all. This might be why he unknowingly brought the two of them to the training room.

"Come again!"

This time, Vodka didn't hold back. He charged forward with all his might, his clenched fists bulging with veins, and the force of his punches was as heavy as a millstone.

This murderous aura and sense of oppression might have an effect on ordinary people, but Makoto Kyogoku remained fearless. He stepped forward and bent down, letting Vodka's fist graz his ear, before striking Vodka's ribs with his palm.

Xia Chuan seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking. This time, he didn't watch the vodka fly away; instead, he reached out and intercepted it.

Xia Chuan teased in a low voice, "You were knocked out twice in two moves. If this were a turn-based game, you would have been knocked out of the ring twice already, Vodka!"

"Best of five!" Vodka, now really fired up, rolled up his sleeves: "I'm getting serious!"

"hiss"

The action of rolling up his sleeves caused his ribs to grind together, and the pain from his ribs made Vodka's vision go black.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Xia Chuan saw Vodka, sleeves rolled up, suddenly lose his footing and stagger several steps, as if drunk. "It's okay, I can do it!"

Vodka shouted, "Kyogoku Makoto, let me see just how much you're worth!"

next moment.

"boom!"

Vodka fell straight to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, without making a sound. It seemed that his harsh words were the final attack.

"."

"Mr. Kimura, is Mr. Uozuka alright?"

Xia Chuan didn't say anything, but stepped forward to check the situation, focusing on the ribs.

"It's nothing. Maybe you used too much force, plus he has a bit of osteoporosis. I've told him not to drink too much alcohol, because alcohol makes bones too brittle. I'll take him to the hospital."

"Good, good."

Makoto Kyogoku felt that Mr. Kimura was a bit too calm, but then he thought that perhaps this was just how yakuza organizations were, with fighting and killing every day and little human touch, which was why he was unwilling to join.

"By the way, what about the Porsche 356a?"

"The tow truck has arrived at the door. I'll leave the handover to Kyogoku-kun."

Xia Chuan sighed, called an ambulance to take away the vodka, and left with a suitcase full of liquor.

inside the room.

Xiaolan saw the ambulance arrive and then leave, and thinking about the bad experiences of the past two days, she felt a little worried.

"It seems like something's happened at the hostel again. Sonoko, why don't you go check on Kyogoku-kun?"

Sonoko Suzuki and Conan both crowded to the window, and seeing the ambulance drive away, they became somewhat worried.

Could it be that something's wrong with Makoto Kyogoku's hand wound?

"I'll go down and check the situation."

Sonoko Suzuki hurriedly went downstairs and learned from the front desk that Makoto Kyogoku was in the backyard, so she rushed there without stopping.

Masato Kyogoku helped the driver load the Porsche 356a onto the tow truck.

The tow truck driver swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he made a final confirmation with Makoto Kyogoku.

The driver was an outsider at the winery; he'd seen all sorts of things, but he'd never seen anyone push a car onto a cart with just their bare hands.

How much strength does that take?

And what's with the bandage on his arm? Is this guy pushing a cart while injured?

"Kyogoku Makoto, are you alright?"

Sonoko Suzuki suddenly appeared and started groping Makoto Kyogoku, making him blush.

The members on the periphery grimaced at the sight, unwilling to watch the public display of affection, and slunk away into the car.

Makoto Kyogoku was completely bewildered, but he still accepted Sonoko Suzuki's kindness.

"What? An ambulance just left. I thought there was something wrong with my wound."

After discovering it was a false alarm, Sonoko Suzuki didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Conan appeared at the door, intending to check the situation, but instead spotted the Porsche 356a.

His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't look away.

Gin!

No, Gin's Porsche 356a has already exploded, so it shouldn't have anything to do with the Black Organization.

Conan was momentarily distracted, but he quickly regained his focus and watched the trailer start up and drive past him.

In the instant the person and the car passed each other, Conan saw the driver's makeup and immediately became alert!
Black suit!

The Black Organization's standard black suit!
"Kyogoku-nii, where is that tow truck going?"

Conan was extremely anxious, but he didn't have Professor Agasa's Beetle with him, nor his scooter, so he had no means of transportation and couldn't catch up at all.

Since Gin broke the eavesdropping and locating device, Professor Agasa has yet to rebuild it.

Seeing that he could not track down the source, he could only ask Makoto Kyogoku, who seemed to know the truth.

"Oh, that's the trailer Mr. Uozuka called. Their destination should be Tokyo, right? I remember Mr. Uozuka said they were coming from Tokyo."

"them?"

Conan immediately grasped the key point and excitedly asked, "What are their characteristics? How many of them are there?!"

Kyogoku Makoto gave Conan a strange look.

Because of Sonoko Suzuki, he knows Ran Mouri fairly well, and he also knows that Conan is a child living in the Mouri family and seems to be Kogoro Mouri's assistant.

Could it be that Mr. Uozuka and the others are being investigated by Kogoro Mouri?
That's normal, after all, it's a yakuza organization.

Kyogoku Makoto didn't intend to hide it and offered a brief explanation.

The two were a combination of tall and short, fat and thin.

Upon receiving this information, Conan immediately thought of Gin and Vodka. Vodka matched the description, but he couldn't recall Gin having a wide chin, and his hairstyle was also off.

"Could it be agave? That should be it!"

"By the way, they used to live next door to you. Didn't you run into them?"

Makoto Kyogoku's slap made Conan break out in a cold sweat, but he quickly returned to normal.

Tequila didn't tell the organization about his relationship with Ai Haibara, so he probably didn't intend to expose them. The fact that they lived next door was likely just a coincidence.

"I need to find Tequila. There are some things I need to clarify, which might speed up the process of dismantling the organization."

Tequila already knew his identity, so Conan didn't intend to hide it from him and was prepared to lay his cards on the table and set the tone for cooperation.

We're in a very passive position right now. The other party can contact us, but we can't contact them, so we can't find out about many things in a timely manner.

For example, in the case of Beika Hotel, if he had known in advance, he might have been able to capture Pisco, and Ai Haibara might not have been discovered by Gin.

With this in mind, Conan went to the room next to his own.

Standing at the doorway, he hesitated.

If the person who opens the door is Tequila, that's fine, but what if it's Vodka?

“Vodka doesn’t know who I am. If he opens the door, I’ll say I’ve entered the wrong house. Tequila will definitely see me then, and he’ll know I’m here to see him!”

Having gathered his thoughts, Conan took a deep breath to bolster his courage and knocked hard on the door.

dong dong dong.
thump.
A minute later, no one answered.

"."

"Conan, what are you doing standing at Mr. Kimura's door?" Makoto Kyogoku noticed that Conan, who had inexplicably run away earlier, was standing at the door next door, arms crossed, seemingly lost in thought.

"Do you know Mr. Uozuka and the others? They just checked out, right when the ambulance arrived. Mr. Uozuka was slightly injured and should be at Izu Hospital now."

Upon hearing this, Conan's expression fell.

So, I stood at the door waiting for so long, only to find out they had already left!

Oops! The ambulance has been gone for a while now, and I don't know if it will be too late to get there.

Without saying a word, Conan took off running.

Ran was slightly worried and wanted to go with him, but Kyogoku Makoto stopped her: "I'll go. I was just about to visit Mr. Uozuka. Speaking of which, he got injured because of me."

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)