Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 324 Mori: My days are numbered
Izu Hospital.

Looking at the empty hospital room in front of him, Conan's heart sank to the bottom.

Tequila ultimately didn't give him the chance to meet her.

Although he didn't find the other person, Agave had obviously discovered him long ago. If he had been monitoring him for a long time, he would have known he was coming to Izu even earlier.

Inquiries with Makoto Kyogoku yielded no information such as his address.

He didn't even have a phone number, and he even had Dr. Agasa check the checks used for the transactions. What he found was just an ordinary otaku, who couldn't possibly have any connection with the Black Organization.

But it wasn't entirely without gain; at least Conan knows he can find Gin again through the Porsche 356a, which is a silver lining amidst misfortune.

Back in Tokyo that evening, Conan couldn't wait to meet with Ai Haibara and share his experiences.

"You ran into tequila again?"

The organization has been appearing too frequently lately, giving off a feeling of impending doom. Even with a powerful backer, Ai Haibara is still somewhat worried.

"Tequila and vodka, they bought a Porsche 356a in Izu."

Conan suppressed his excitement and, after some thought, felt that this might be a breakthrough.

"That's normal. Most of the codename members know about Gin's love for the Porsche 356a. It's only natural that Vodka would try to buy another one to please Gin."

Ai Haibara felt that this matter was not worth paying attention to, and Conan was also unable to find any other clues about the organization through this matter, such as its base or something.

"That's not the point!" Conan grinned smugly. "What do you think about blowing up Gin's Porsche 356a next time we run into it?"

"Are you crazy?"

Ai Haibara immediately became restless and almost spilled the coffee she was stirring on Conan's face.

"What did you promise me before? Doing this will only put you in danger and won't do you any good! Think about Kogoro Mouri and your Ran-neechan."

Thankfully, I didn't tell the other party about Aunt Joel.

Ai Haibara silently gave herself a thumbs up for her caution.

"Who says there are no benefits!"

Conan, unaware that Ai Haibara was hiding anything from him, confidently stated, "I've already instructed Professor Agasa to begin gathering information on individuals in Japan who own a Porsche 356a. I believe it won't be long before we've completed the collection."

"You want to go fishing in a Porsche?"

Ai Haibara's eyes lit up, then she shook her head: "Have you thought about what if they smuggled themselves in from abroad? And with the Porsches being blown up one after another, Gin will definitely get suspicious. At worst, he can just find another hobby."

"How can you change your hobby one after another? It's impossible!"

Conan asserted that in a world where the left hand is the dominant hand and one cannot kill with the right hand, even if ten more cars were blown up, Gin would remain devoted to the Porsche 356a!

Ai Haibara then realized that Conan was unaware of the explosion in the Blue Castle parking lot; she had only learned about it from Aunt Joel in the last couple of days.

Conan only knew about this once, and didn't even know that the car had probably only been on the road for a couple of days.

"In short, doing this is very risky. If Gin discovers a problem, Dr. Agasa might also be exposed. Don't underestimate the organization's intelligence capabilities. With just a flick of their finger, they can definitely find out that someone in the country is collecting information on the Porsche 356a."

Professor Agasa is a scientist, not a vintage car enthusiast, and he doesn't even bother to investigate. So, how would you handle this situation?

Ai Haibara's rebuttal was not without merit, but Conan felt that it was not impossible to succeed.

Time and again, he had at least two more opportunities to blow up the Porsche.

The prerequisite is that you can find Gin's car.

As for explosives.
The fireworks that Dr. Agasa developed to detonate the building were pretty good!

The two stared at each other in silence, each trying to figure out how to persuade the other.

Ai Haibara knew that Conan wouldn't give up on her so easily, but she had to stop him—it was too dangerous!

Xia Benzi sat at the front desk, propping her chin up, curiously observing the two serious-faced children. She felt something was off; they were clearly just kids, but their conversation sounded like a debate between corporate employees about their differing philosophies.

"We have to try. The Black Organization is too mysterious, and there are very few ways to find them, even if it is, it depends on luck."

Conan downed his coffee in one gulp, his eyes filled with unwavering determination, his cute little face incredibly serious: "I'll have Professor Agasa be careful not to reveal his true identity. We'll release the news that we're preparing to research the Porsche 356a engine, and that will make sense. As long as that Porsche 356a dares to appear in front of me again, that's when we'll find the Black Organization's base!"

"Don't worry, I will be very careful. I will not act rashly unless I am absolutely certain!"

"Hopeless. Whatever."

Ai Haibara saw in the other person's eyes an indomitable courage, and an indomitable sense of alienation.

Her mind was in turmoil and she couldn't think straight, so she finally got up and left.

"I'm also trying to destroy this organization. Don't you understand? As long as this organization exists, even if an antidote is developed, we will never see the light of day again."

Watching Ai Haibara's departing figure, Conan murmured, "Only by making them all disappear can Shinichi Kudo, Shiho Miyano, and those who haven't died from the drug abuse appear openly."

"That makes sense, but you're in too much of a hurry—the washing machine."

Xia Chuan stood on his balcony, a bugging device next to his ear.

He heard every word of their conversation.

Upon learning of Conan's plan, Natsukawa's face nearly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Gin didn't know if he'd find out someone had deliberately sabotaged his car, but Vodka would definitely still drag him along.
"As long as the boss is still alive, it doesn't matter if Gin dies. Kid, you're still too young."

Xia Chuan chuckled, "But it is indeed a unique idea. If it works well, it might actually be able to lure Gin out."

Putting Conan aside, Natsukawa glanced at the rooftop of a building in the distance.

"Strange, ever since I came back, I've had that feeling of being watched again. Could it be that Amuro Tooru has had a second chance? Was the experience with the Beika Wolf last time not enough?"

Logically speaking, after what happened last time, Amuro Tooru shouldn't be monitoring him for a while.

"Or did Yuri personally intervene?"

According to Joel, Yuri hasn't gone to work for several days and has been staying home playing video games, specifically Tetris.

Are all these illusions meant to lull me into a false sense of security and then track me down?

This surveillance felt different; I could sense their gazes, but the feeling changed every now and then, with the location and frequency shifting.

In that case, even if they report the incident to Inspector Megure, they probably won't be able to catch the perpetrator.

Let's see how it goes, and let Frank do the work.

Time flies like an arrow; three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

That day, Kogoro Mouri visited Natsukawa's house after a long absence, looking troubled as if he had some unspeakable problem. Natsukawa suspected it was constipation.

"Uncle Mori, just tell me if there's anything you need. I'll definitely help you without saying a word!"

In addition to visiting the Blue Castle.

Xia Chuan silently added a sentence in his mind, and then sat down opposite Kogoro Mouri.

"Natsukawa, if I'm gone, can you take care of Ran and that brat Conan for me?" Natsukawa smiled knowingly. "With our relationship, this is no big deal. What case did you take on this time? Is Uncle Mori planning to go on a long trip?"

"no."

Xia Chuan suddenly noticed that Kogoro Mouri's face was unusually pale, which could not be explained by constipation.

Kogoro Mouri clasped his hands together, his thumbs circling incessantly. His posture was somewhat slumped, and his eyes were dull, having lost their former arrogance.

That's rather unusual.

"My days may be numbered. So..."

"and many more!"

Xia Chuan raised his hand to interrupt, "What did you just say?"

"My days are numbered."

Kogoro Mouri had a bitter look on his face, his voice sounded as if he had aged twenty years, and even the two tufts of hair on his forehead were starting to split into four separate strands.

He looked sickly, like a terminally ill patient who was nearing the end of his life.

Wait! Terminal illness!
Alcoholism, horse racing betting, staying up late, drinking!
"Uncle Mori, you wouldn't..."

Kogoro Mouri nodded and said, "Yes, although the doctor hasn't written a medical record yet, he called me yesterday and told me to bring my family when I pick up the medical record."

This kind of statement from hospitals usually comes up when it comes to serious illnesses, which are often terminal.

Natsukawa naturally knew this, but Kogoro Mouri was the most important character in the main group. If he died, how could the story continue?
impossible!
That quack doctor, on the other hand, was so frightened by the famous detective; he's probably not far from death.

So, Uncle Mori came to me today to entrust his son to someone?

Logically, the person entrusted with the orphan should be Eri Kisaki.

But since Kogoro Mouri had already come to their door and they knew the other party wouldn't die, Natsukawa didn't hesitate at all: "Leave this to me. If anything happens to Uncle Mouri, Ran is my little sister, Eri Kisaki is my aunt, and Conan is my son!"

Speaking of his aunt, Xia Chuan felt a little strange, suspecting it might be related to seeing some adult content at Frank's house.

Frank, that old man, is so young and still doesn't learn good things. He has a girlfriend and he's still like this. There's nothing we can do about his kidney deficiency.

"We should have gotten the medical records first. Maybe it's not a big problem, and the doctor is just making a mountain out of a molehill."

Kogoro Mouri was touched by his neighbor's reliability and nodded in agreement: "That's what I was thinking too, but I don't plan to let Ran go with me. If something really goes wrong, she definitely won't be able to accept the reality."

understood.

"In that case, I'll go with you."

On the way to the hospital, Xia Chuan kept his eyes on the rearview mirror.

Since returning to Tokyo three days ago, he had felt that someone was spying on him. The next day, he asked Frank to cooperate with the investigation, and the feeling of being spied on disappeared from the second day onwards.

Frank squatted there for three days straight, but found nothing. He was almost cursing.

Xia Chuan once suspected that he had been in too much contact with the winery, and he became vigilant every day, developing paranoia.

Half an hour later.

Just outside the hospital entrance.

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Xia Chuan rubbed his temples; he should have thought of this case much earlier.

However, he was right about one thing: the doctor was dying, and tonight!

Seeing Kogoro Mouri becoming increasingly dejected, Natsukawa encouraged him, "Maybe it's just a misdiagnosis. Keep a positive attitude!"

"hope so."

Shinichi Hospital is one of the most upscale private hospitals in Beika Town. Although it only has one attending physician, Yoshiteru Shinichi, its reputation is so great that there is virtually no possibility of misdiagnosis.

With a death wish, Kogoro Mouri mustered his strength and resolutely stepped into the hospital.

Even in death, he wanted to die with dignity, and he absolutely could not show weakness.

However, this momentum only lasted a brief encounter with Yoshiteru Araide before quickly dissipating under the latter's serious expression.

"Mr. Mori, you only have six months left."

Xia Chuan found this doctor quite interesting. Fortunately, the patient was Kogoro Mouri. If it were another patient, they might have left the hospital after hearing those words, ready to settle scores.

"Doctor! Save me! Is there any other way? I don't ask to live to ninety-nine, I'll live for another ten or eight years! At the very least, I have to see Xiaolan get married!"

Kogoro Mouri's eyes were bloodshot, and he almost climbed through the consultation window.

"Mr. Mori, please calm down!!!"

Shinichiro was terrified, wondering if quitting drinking was really that serious.
"If I control my alcohol intake, I can't guarantee I'll live to ninety-nine, but I'll definitely live to be eight or ten years old."

"Huh?" oO
Kogoro Mouri was dumbfounded.

Yoshiteru Shinide pushed up his glasses and then nudged Kogoro Mori, who had half his body sticking in, and continued, "Mr. Mori, don't worry. A decrease in liver function won't be fatal for now, but if you continue to drink like this, it might not be. That's why I specifically asked you to bring your family along."

Yoshiteru Shinide had clearly guessed the reason for the other person's nervousness and continued to reassure him: "I asked you to bring your family because I know that people who like to drink have a hard time controlling themselves. It's also good for your family to come so that I can explain the precautions to them."

"So I can't die?"

The new doctor nodded.

Kogoro Mouri's eyes widened, tears welling up, his expression one of grief and indignation, as if he had been deeply insulted: "Couldn't you have just explained this over the phone? Why go through all this trouble? Because of your call, I couldn't sleep all night, afraid of wasting my life!"

"I told you Uncle Mori was lucky, now you can finally rest easy." Xia Chuan patted his back to comfort him, and pulled Kogoro Mori, who had climbed back into the consultation window and was grabbing the doctor's neck, to sit down in a chair.

"However, next time, the new doctor should finish what he says in one go. This kind of fragmented way of speaking can easily cause patients to have suicidal thoughts."

"How could I have imagined this?"

Yoshiteru Shinide was speechless. It was true that his way of speaking was problematic, but wasn't this also Kogoro Mouri's own problem? The detective really did have a rich imagination.

"I'm sorry to have troubled Mr. Mori. In that case, please stay for dinner at my humble abode tonight. I'll also be able to give your instructions to your family."

"This kind of thing doesn't need to be so complicated."

Natsukawa completely ignored Kogoro Mouri's mutterings and said with a smile, "Then I'll gladly accept your offer!"

Eating and such are unimportant, and even whether Yoshiaki Shinichi lives or dies is irrelevant. He just wants to see Tomoaki Shinichi and confirm the other's personality and behavior.

This is the person Vermouth is going to impersonate. Knowing this in advance will help us distinguish between Shinichi Araide and Vermouth.

Of course, if possible, he wouldn't mind getting along well with Tomoaki Shinide.

Both he and Joel have identities in the underworld, and injuries are inevitable during missions. Having a doctor with whom they have a good relationship can be a great help in many situations.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)