Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 327 Disguise and Framing
Originally, Gin didn't intend to give this task to Tequila, but rather wanted to give it to Vodka to practice on.

While improving his intelligence, Gin was also worried about Vodka's fighting ability declining, and as the boss, he was extremely concerned.

However, even in the world of Detective Conan, a broken rib takes a hundred days to recover, and Vodka is currently unable to stand up.

The thought that Vodka had been knocked down by an eighteen-year-old high school student with a single punch left Gin momentarily dazed.

Vodka said to him, "Brother, that kid named Makoto Kyogoku is really amazing. If we can bring him into the organization and train him, he might become the next Louis!"

Then the orthopedic doctor told him that the reason Vodka was knocked down with one punch was inseparable from his long-term alcoholism, and that if he did not control himself, he would turn into a Want Want Little Crispy in a few years.

Gin trusts vodka, but he trusts doctors even more.

Therefore, for the next six months, Vodka can only carry one bottle of vodka with him to prevent the possible appearance of the Thorn Princess; he cannot touch any other alcohol!
"An 18-year-old karate prodigy, the national karate champion?"

Gin snorted coldly, showing utter disdain.

If a high school student can be this strong, why did he need to train when he was eighteen? He could have just gone to high school.

Just like the newly emerging Yi Hui's reputation, that kind of thing can be fabricated; it's just false advertising!

Gin immediately forgot about Makoto Kyogoku and looked out the window.

There was another thing that concerned him.
— Vermouth just told him something today.

When Rum left Tokyo, Louis did not go with him. He secretly stayed behind to carry out some mission and even had Baileys make a disguise mask.

It cannot be ruled out that the person who ambushed them on the rooftop opposite the Mihana Hotel was the other party!

Although this possibility is very low.

But considering the Crown issue, it's not impossible that Rum might give him a hard time.

"Whether it's you or not, if you linger on my turf without permission, even if there's no problem, you'd better pray you're caught by me!"

Gin's lips curled into a cruel smile; he had already devised a plan to deal with his opponent.

Killing him might not work, but torturing him a bit will definitely make the boss less likely to complain.

However, Vermouth is a strange guy.

Not only did I give him the information, but he also plans to stay in Japan.

He remembered that when he asked her why, she replied: "Secrets make women more beautiful."

Screw beauty!

He spends all his time at the base eating and drinking for free, smoking the best cigarettes, and spouting the most venomous complaints. Even the host is starting to get impatient and want to kick him out.

From his perspective, Vermouth stayed in Japan probably because the FBI had confirmed that Chris Vineyard was her cover, and staying in the United States would only subject her to constant surveillance.

"Fine, as long as I don't cause trouble, staying in Japan is fine. At least I can help with some missions sometimes."

Gin could only think the best of her; after all, she was Vermouth. This woman had an incredibly thick skin, and he couldn't get rid of her no matter what.

Night falls.

Disguised as Shinichi Masaaki, Natsukawa appeared at Beika General Hospital.

Wearing the white coat, he exuded more elegance than Akihiro Tomoaki himself, making him appear more like a highly respected doctor.

However, this highly respected doctor has no intention of treating patients tonight; instead, he intends to kill!
The lights were dim, and the corridor was silent, with only the faint sounds of cart wheels rolling over the tiles and leather shoes treading on the floor.

The sound finally stopped at the door of a hospital room.

After confirming that the door number was correct, Xia Chuan glanced back at the security camera to make sure his face was visible before entering.

Throughout the journey, he made a point of appearing in the surveillance footage, which was largely due to his disguise as Shinichiro Yuki.

To completely bring Shinichiro under his control, he would need leverage. Even without Gin's mission, he would find other ways to create cases for Shinichiro as leverage.

In the world of Detective Conan, there is no shortage of cases.

However, this time it just happened to be perfect.

Yoshiteru Shinichi was the only person in the private room, lying peacefully on the bed.

Because Natsukawa had not yet handed over the evidence of Shinichiro's crimes to the National Tax Agency, there were no police officers guarding him at this time.

Neither Shinide Yoko nor Shinide Tomoaki liked Shinide Yoshiteru, so naturally they wouldn't stay in the ward to take care of him.

So, apart from the relatively high-end hospital room, Yoshiteru Shinichi didn't even have anyone to take care of him, which was tragic.

"If a person lives to this extent, they shouldn't live anymore. Sending them on their way sooner will be a relief, at least they won't have to go to jail to pick up soap."

While muttering to himself, Xia Chuan used a syringe to extract the water-soluble version of aptx4869 from the glass bottle.

The transparent and colorless drug could cause Yoshiteru Shinide to die in his sleep, which could be considered his final act of mercy towards the deceased.

Uh... Actually, this is Xia Chuan's first time using this medicine, and he doesn't know if it will hurt.

However, medication that a doctor would diagnose as a heart attack probably wouldn't be very comfortable.

"Where am I?"

Shinichiro opened his eyes in confusion, looking at the ceiling above him with a puzzled expression, then looking down at his surroundings.

As a doctor, blue and white striped uniforms and pure white bedding are the ward environment he is most familiar with.

In the past, he always appeared as a doctor, wearing a white coat, hands in his pockets, indifferently watching patients. But today, he became a patient.

It was only then that he noticed there was a doctor in a white coat next to him, and judging from the syringe in his hand, it seemed he was about to give himself an injection.

"Are you Zhiming?"

Upon realizing that the person in the white coat was his son, Yoshiteru Shinichi exclaimed in surprise, but at the same time asked in confusion, "Where am I? Did I have a heart attack while taking a shower? Why can't I remember anything?"

"woke up?"

Xia Chuan glanced down at the other person, but did not answer their series of questions. He continued to draw liquid from the glass bottle with the syringe.

The needle is too thin, so it's a bit slow to draw blood. I should have found a needle that's several times thicker, so it would be faster.

His movements were very rough, and he even sucked a lot of air out of the bottle.

Shortly after, the extraction was completed. Xia Chuan held the syringe up to the light to examine it, and then shook the syringe vigorously.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Shinichiro's face changed immediately.

As a doctor, how could my son make such a mistake? The air in the syringe must be expelled before it can be used, but not only has it not been expelled, it is also being shaken vigorously.

If that needle goes in, he might die!

"The injection must not contain air or bubbles, and it must not be shaken. Even nurses know this. Do you know what you are doing?"

Xia Chuan chuckled and lowered his head: "Sorry, I'm clumsy and inexperienced. I thought shaking it a bit would help you absorb it better." "Who are you?"

Shinichiro's expression suddenly changed, realizing the problem.

Although they look and sound exactly the same, my son would never show this kind of expression. Something's not right!
and many more!

Yoshiteru Shinichi suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a codenamed member in the black organization behind him who was extremely skilled at disguise, able to change his appearance and have a voice that was completely identical to the person being disguised.

He didn't know the code name of that member, since he had been outsourced for so many years. However, when he occasionally came into contact with code names or peripheral members, he would hear a legend called the Thousand-Faced Witch.

"It seems you've already guessed why I'm here."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Leave now, and I can pretend I didn't see anything!"

Yoshiteru Shinichi tried to prop himself up and run away, but found that he couldn't muster any strength in his body. He could only pretend to be calm and act dumb.

"I added some special medication to the IV drip the doctor gave you. It's normal that you can't move. This is for your own good. After all, I don't have experience giving injections, and I was afraid you would move around too much."

Natsukawa lifted Shinichi Yoshiteru's arm and slowly applied anesthetic.

As the alcohol anesthetic was applied to his arm, Yoshiteru Shinichi could feel the bone-chilling cold. He knew he was doomed!
Why would you kill yourself?

Yoshiteru Shinichi couldn't understand it, but the fear of death made his mouth tremble, and he could only watch helplessly as the person who looked exactly like his son raised the syringe.

“You’re useless now. If you stay, you could expose the organization’s existence at any time. Gin, let me take care of you.”

Shinichiro was drenched in cold sweat, his mouth agape but unable to utter a single word. The effects of the IV drip were spreading throughout his body; apart from his eyes, which he could still move, he had lost control of every other part of his body.

"Alright, go in peace."

Xia Chuan's injection was performed smoothly and without the awkwardness one would expect when drawing medication.

After doing all this, he took a few steps back and waited for the medicine to take effect.

APTX4869 can induce cardiac spasms and is more effective in patients with a history of heart disease.

Within seconds, Yoshiteru Shinichi's body began to convulse, as if he were being electrocuted.

After a while, the frequency of the convulsions gradually decreased, and finally, with a "snap," the body became completely still.

To avoid triggering the less than one in ten thousand chance of shrinking, Xia Chuan patiently waited for ten minutes, checked the pulse to confirm the other person's death, and then left.

Early the next morning.

Shinichiro arrived at Frank's house in a hurry.

"Mr. Xia Chuan, what happened? Why did you call me over so early in the morning?"

Shinichiro, unaware of what he was about to face, was in a very cheerful mood, except for his rather prominent dark circles.

Having resolved his father's and job issues, Xia Chuan's future was bright, and he had no worries. He was so excited that he couldn't sleep for the past two days.

Natsukawa sat on the sofa with a serious expression and gestured for Shinichiro to sit down.

"W-What's wrong, Mr. Natsukawa? Why do you look so serious? Did something happen?"

Shinichiro frowned, his heart raced, and a sense of unease crept over him.

"Don't worry, just let me know if there's anything I can help you with, and I definitely won't refuse!"

"Take a look at this first," Xia Chuan said, his expression still serious, as he turned on the TV.

As he watched the surveillance footage on the television, Tomoaki Shinichi's expression shifted from confusion to surprise!
“Yoshiki Shinichi died last night at Beika General Hospital. The cause of death was a heart attack! Our investigation found that you entered the ward at 1 a.m. yesterday and came out of the ward ten minutes later; twenty minutes later, the nurses checked on you and found that Yoshiki Shinichi was dead.”

"My father is dead, and I'm the murderer?"

Shinichi unconsciously touched his cheek. If it weren't for Natsukawa's promise that kept him from sleeping well last night, he would have thought he had sleepwalked to Beika General Hospital and killed his father.

"I stayed home all day yesterday and didn't go out at all!" Shinichiro suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with fear.

Xia Chuan showed him the surveillance footage; anyone who wasn't an idiot would know the reason!

The IRS suspects he was the culprit in his father's murder.

“The evidence against my father has already been handed over, and I know he will be in prison for at least twenty years. How could I possibly kill him!”

"Someone must be framing me!"

Shinichiro muttered something, then thought again and felt that this explanation was very weak. It seemed that the only person who might have laid a hand on his father, besides himself, was Aunt Yoko.

If this surveillance video is sent to the Metropolitan Police Department, he'll probably spend the rest of his life in prison.

"Although no one can provide an alibi for you, I believe in you. Given your personality, you would never commit murder. It is because I understand you that I specifically withheld this surveillance footage and arranged to meet you."

"Don't worry, I still have the video. The police are unaware of it. Everyone now believes that Yoshiaki Shinichi's death was simply due to a sudden heart attack." Xia Chuan walked slowly to Tomoaki Shinichi's side, patted him on the shoulder, and continued, "Actually, after studying the evidence against your father, we discovered a problem."

"W-What problem?"

"Your father was secretly a front man for some dark organization, specializing in laundering money for them. Last night, it was probably this organization that realized your father had been exposed, which led to his assassination attempt."

"But why does the assassin look exactly like me? Did he get plastic surgery?" Shinichiro was completely baffled; he had never considered the possibility of disguise.

Even plastic surgery seemed outrageous to him.

"This is a very rare disguise technique. You should know Phantom Thief Kid, right? He has used disguise techniques to escape police pursuit many times, and this time should be the same."

Shinichiro's expression softened slightly, then turned strange: "So the person who killed my father was Kaito Kid? According to the police, Kaito Kid never kills anyone, does he?"

“Of course not, I’m just giving an example. The world is so big, there are quite a few people who know how to disguise themselves.” Xia Chuan nodded to himself: “Because you are Yoshiteru Araide’s son, in that organization’s eyes, you may very well think that you knew about their dealings with your father.”

"That's why you wanted to frame me!"

Shinichiro suddenly realized, "I see. When the police found the surveillance footage and arrested me, if I ran away, it would prove that I was guilty and knew about their affairs. If I didn't run away and claimed to know nothing after being arrested, they could also confirm that I was unaware of the matter."

"I suspect they have connections within the police station as well!"

"Oh?"

Natsukawa became interested. Shinichiro was quite good at making things up, which meant he could save himself some trouble.

“There must be people in the police force who can confirm whether I know about this matter immediately! Otherwise, if I really know about it and am caught by the police, wouldn’t that still leak their information?”

Therefore, they must have a hidden agent. If I knew about it, that agent would probably try to kill me!

Shinichi patted his chest. "It's a good thing Mr. Natsukawa was here, otherwise, if this surveillance footage had fallen into the hands of the police, it would probably have been exactly what they wanted."

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You must have watched too many crime dramas.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)