Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 40 Target, Tequila
A residential building in Midoridai, Tokyo.

The elevator on the eighteenth floor dinged, and the dark corridor was illuminated by the lights inside the elevator doors.

A long shadow was cast on the corridor wall.

A figure moved about, the silent corridor was quiet, a pair of shiny black leather shoes stepped out, followed by a tall, young human male dressed in black clothes.

"Is this right here?"

Xia Chuan adjusted his baseball cap and looked around.

After exiting the corridor, you can see the neon lights of Tokyo Tower on your right, flashing like a carousel.

A pistol was placed in the left inner pocket of the black suit, and the magazine was placed in the right inner pocket.

He got this pistol from an Italian gang of robbers. He originally thought it was just a temporary measure, but the IRS never provided the weapons and ammunition. Now he has no choice but to face the challenge and bravely venture out with an M9.

"Are you sure that medicine will work?" Xia Chuan asked into the headset.

Soon, Frank's smug voice came from inside, "Of course, I bought this from the underworld for a lot of money. It's colorless, odorless, and invisible. I poured it in his living room."

Then, Frank smiled sinisterly, "At this point, he probably doesn't even have the strength to get up and go to the bathroom."

Xia Chuan asked, "Weren't we exposed?"

"Of course, I used the most advanced remote-controlled aircraft launching technology. Actually, it's all Agave's fault. He didn't close the balcony window when he went out."

A chuckle echoed in Xia Chuan's ears.

Frank was clearly very proud of his masterpiece.

Turning the volume down a few decibels, Xia Chuan went straight to the door of room 1808 on the 18th floor.

They knew where Agave lived from the beginning, but had never been there before because they didn't want to alert him.

Xia Chuan had already thoroughly investigated the site's structure beforehand.

The layout of 1808 is two bedrooms and one living room, totaling only 58 square meters.

It's not very big, but since Tequila lives alone and often has to travel for work, this size is enough.

Moreover, according to Natsukawa, Tequila has more than one residence in Tokyo.

He also has temporary residences in Ekoda and Beika.

Frank poisoned all three residences, but in different ways. Here, because the window was open, it was perfect for using a remote-controlled airplane.

"Identify the exact location of the target!"

Xia Chuan's voice grew colder, and his gaze began to sharpen.

Clearly, he was now in the zone, and the man standing there was the spy Twilight.

He had already disguised himself beforehand, so that even if Tequila ran away, his identity would not be exposed.

The biggest concern for spies is the exposure of their identity. Once their face is seen, they will face endless trouble.

Inside the equipment vehicle downstairs, Frank was observing the thermal imaging of the entire building.

Directly opposite on the 18th floor, a remote-controlled airplane hovered steadily, its red light flashing.

On the computer screen, thermal imaging appeared, revealing a heat source in the bedroom of room 1808, undoubtedly an agave plant.

The heat source is completely silent, showing no tendency to move or any indication that it is moving.

Only Tequila lives in this house, and no one else was with him when he returned today, so there is no possibility that there was anyone else there.

"Thermal imaging is normal. The target is confirmed to be in the bedroom, without any movement, and is currently asleep."

Xia Chuan nodded, glanced at the time: 12:25 a.m.

"I've confirmed that today is Friday, right?"

"of course."

Frank replied helplessly, "It's not even midnight yet and Xia Chuan keeps asking this question. Yesterday was Thursday, so after midnight it's Friday, isn't it?"

Click.

After a barely audible sound, the door to room 1808 was opened.

Xia Chuan was opened openly and honestly.

Frank was very professional; he even had a key made.

The door was only opened three centimeters. Xia Chuan reached in, fiddled with the doorknob for a while, and pulled out a transparent fishing line.

This is a precaution taken by Tequila. If someone breaks in, opening the door will break the wire, and the noise caused by the mechanism will give them enough time to react.

Fortunately, Frank provided the information; otherwise, under normal circumstances, the angle at which the fishing line was located would have been completely invisible when Xia Chuan opened the door. Although Agave should now be under the influence of drugs, and the only part of him that could move was probably his eyeballs, even if he discovered him, it would be of no use.

However, as a spy, caution is a key reason why Xia Chuan has survived to this day. Even now, he cannot afford to be careless and lose Jingzhou.

This can be considered a good habit.

Xia Chuan turned sideways and slipped through the crack in the door.

Looking up from the fishing line in my hand, I saw a light bulb above me, with the fishing line hanging down from it. About 1.5 meters above the ground, a wind chime and a wine glass were tied to it.

If it were an amateur angler, the moment the door was opened, the fishing line would probably break, and the wind chime and wine glass would fall down at the same time. This noise would definitely attract the attention of the tequila.

"I'm in."

"I saw it. The target isn't reacting; it's still in the bedroom."

well.

Xia Chuan took off the wind chimes and wine glasses and placed them in the corner, then took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on his nose.

Instantly, the whole room became much clearer.

These glasses have the function of improving vision at night. Xia Chuan doesn't know the principle behind it. Scientists in this world always manage to develop some strange and useful things.

Natsukawa suspects that Kaito Kid's monocle is also a type of black magic device.

This isn't a night vision device; it looks more like a flash goggle. You can't tell what the working principle is, but it does improve night vision.

Although the effect is not very strong, in a battle between masters, every move can be fatal.

The room's furnishings were fairly standard, with almost no unique features.

Upon entering, you'll find a fairly large entryway. To the right is the bathroom, and further ahead is the living room.

The furniture in the living room was ordinary, and nothing had anything to do with the winery. If anything, it was probably the bottle of cooking wine in the kitchen that had long since turned to dust.

"The guest room is on the right, and it's empty. The master bedroom is on the left, and the target's heat source is inside."

Xia Chuan remained silent. His glasses frame had a miniature camera that was transmitting what he was seeing to Frank.

After thinking for a moment, Xia Chuan tiptoed toward the guest room.

Although Frank said there was no one there, it's still necessary to check just to be safe.

The distance from the living room to the guest room is only about three or four meters, but it took Xia Chuan almost a minute to walk there.

When I got to the guest room door, I already had quite a few transparent fishing lines in my hand.

Judging from this arrangement, Tequila in the show should be considered to have died young, and her death was truly unjust.

This is the kind of vigilance a distillery should have; the entire living room is like a minefield, where a slight mishap could trigger some kind of alarm.

If vodka had the same shrewdness and cleverness as tequila, gin would probably be overjoyed.

Thinking of vodka, Xia Chuan held back a laugh.

Even now, he still doesn't understand why a driver could become a codename member. After watching thousands of episodes of Detective Conan, he still hasn't figured out how powerful vodka is.

Does the winery also have people with connections?
If distilleries have connections, vodka is probably one of them.

With a gentle twist of the lock, the door was slowly pushed open.

Xia Chuan had already disengaged the safety on his M9 at some point, and the pistol was immediately pointed at the bed.

nobody.

very good!

"Xia Chuan, there's movement in the master bedroom. The target seems to have moved."

Downstairs, Frank looked deeply puzzled.

Was that medicine ineffective?
That shouldn't be the case. This stuff is extremely sought after in the underworld. He didn't believe Tequila wouldn't be affected.

Suddenly, the heat source on the screen, which was trembling slightly, dropped down by several tens of centimeters.

Frank:
"what happened?"

Xia Chuan asked.

"It seems...maybe, maybe he fell off the bed." Frank was relieved. "I knew the medicine couldn't have been ineffective. He probably wanted to go to the bathroom, but he couldn't muster the strength, so he fell off the bed."

"Looks like I need to hurry."

Xia Chuan scanned the room again, and after confirming that there was no possibility of anyone hiding there, he left the room.

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