Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 42 Air Force

After the interrogation ended, Xia Chuan went to the observation room and found that Frank was not there.

I checked the time; it was almost six in the morning.

The sun is already high in the sky.

The interrogation of Tequila did not go very smoothly. Xia Chuan did get some information out of him, but the value of the information was hard to describe. But it was better than nothing, he could only console himself with that thought.

Frank, who was catching up on sleep in the villa's living room, was woken up by Xia Chuan.

Since he had handled all the arrangements and setups yesterday, and Xia Chuan was handling the interrogation, he didn't need to do anything, so he went to the living room to catch up on some sleep.

"How is it?" Frank asked expectantly.

Xia Chuan shrugged, tossed himself onto the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest. "I got the answer."

Frank exclaimed in surprise, "What did you find out? Tell me quickly!"

"Tequila has a good alcohol tolerance; he drank four bottles of Mexican tequila."

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"anything else?"

"Also, he drank too much and died of alcohol poisoning. You should seal him up and put him in the wine cellar for refrigeration. We'll deal with him after the Full Heaven press conference."

"Damn it, you're so careless." Frank rubbed his forehead. He had just borrowed a helicopter a couple of days ago, and now he was borrowing another one. It was too frequent. He should have waited until Tequila was dealt with before dealing with Tsugawa.

"that's it?"

Xia Chuan lazily raised his hand. "Oh, right, there's also this document. It's a list of drug dealers who distribute tequila to the United States. We can give it to the IRS later."

Frank took the documents, flipped through them, and grinned from ear to ear: "This is a treasure. How can we give it to the IRS? The people here are barely respectable and have status in Japan. We can make a quick buck from this."

"You decide what to do. I'm going to lie down for fifteen minutes to rest. I still need to go back and pick up Anya and Conan for school later."

Conan seemed a bit weak due to a fever, so Natsukawa had been picking them up and dropping them off for the past two days.

Anya said she wanted to take Conan to school on a Bond bike, but Natsukawa refused.

One Anya is fine, but the key is adding Conan. Whether Bond can carry him is another matter, but Conan wanting to ride his dog and carry his child to school is simply impossible.

The elderly father disagreed.

Back home, Anya was still lying in bed.

"It's already 6:50, Anya, get up quickly."

"Ania hasn't been asleep for long. How could it be so fast?"

Anya, wearing a lake-blue star-patterned pajama, rubbed her sleepy eyes. Her drooping magic hat mirrored her current mood—she longed to sleep for another five hundred years.

After learning the day before yesterday that the beautiful woman might be her future mother, she stayed by her window last night, watching to see if the woman would reappear at Poirot's Cafe.

But the result was not ideal.

Aside from the drunken Uncle Mori wandering around the window several times, the woman did not reappear at Poirot's Cafe.

I didn't even pass by.
She didn't go to sleep until Poirot's Café closed.

She said she worked very hard for her father.

I was so focused that I became extremely tired.

But the thought of seeing each other again and becoming a family of three still made her very excited.

"Bond, do you know when she'll show up?"

"Prosperity"

"You didn't know either? Next time you find out a little, tell Anya sooner. Maybe Mom's cooking is even better than Dad's, then you can eat a different kind of dog food."

Bond scratched his fluffy head with his hind leg, looking puzzled.

The dog food was clearly bought from the store.

Moreover, why does the word "culinary skill" send chills down my spine?

After washing up, I changed into a red dress, and then put on a light yellow sweater. A new day has begun.

"Father's cooking is really good; today's dishes are different again."

Anya was surprised by the dumplings in front of her. During her time in Japan, her father had made her different dishes every day.

Compared to Japanese breakfasts like miso soup, pickles, rice balls, tamagoyaki, natto, egg rolls, bread, milk, and fish, my father's loving breakfast is still the best, and it's different every day.

Of course, her favorite food is peanuts.

Especially the peanuts my father deep-fried—they were reddish-brown and crispy, crunchy with every bite, and incredibly fragrant!

"Eat more if it's delicious."

The dumplings were made in advance, and Xia Chuan simply boiled them in water in the morning. The main attraction was the dipping sauce, which was prepared separately for the dumplings.

In addition to some secret ingredients, it also contains sesame paste and peanut sauce, Anya's favorite, which is why she likes it so much.

Xia Chuan casually removed Anya's droopy pajama hat from her head, saying, "You can't wear a pajama hat outside."

"Know it!"

Ding dong.

Doorbell rang.

It must be Conan who has arrived.

"Uncle Xia Chuan, I saw you driving back from outside early this morning. Where did you go so early?"

As soon as he entered, Conan asked a question, giving off a feeling of catching someone in the act.

He may not have Cao Cao's fate, but he has Cao Cao's paranoia. Upon noticing Natsukawa return from outside early in the morning, Conan immediately begins deducing where Natsukawa has been.

Since there's no work, it's obvious that they didn't just come back from work this early.

If it's for exercise, there's no need to drive. Besides, when Xia Chuan got out of the car, he saw that his clothes weren't sweaty and he wasn't dressed in sportswear.

Based on what had happened to the Tsujimura family before, he began to suspect Natsukawa again.

"Fishing," Xia Chuan replied casually.

"Fishing? But you..." Conan was about to say something when Natsukawa glared at him.

"Air Force."

"That's alright then." Conan smiled sheepishly.

When a fisherman is out of the game, never provoke him; he had heard this saying in Hawaii as well.

"Give it a try, these dumplings are freshly made, they should taste good." Xia Chuan pointed to the dining table, gesturing for Conan to sit down.

Making someone stand is hardly hospitality, especially since Conan is practically a patient and needs some care.

"Oh"

Conan had already smelled the aroma of dumplings. Upon hearing Natsukawa's words, he immediately came over, ignoring his backpack, and sat down to pick up his chopsticks and start eating dumplings.

"Hmph, I won't give Conan any."

Anya used her ultimate food-guarding technique to snatch the dumpling Conan was about to put in his mouth.

How dare you doubt your father? Then why do you still eat his dumplings? Go eat the northwest wind instead, you ungrateful wretch.

Conan didn't take it to heart; he was already used to Anya's quirky and mischievous nature.

"Give Conan some to eat. You're all members of the Detective Boys. I also packed a big portion for you to take to school later and share with Ayumi and the others at lunchtime."

As he spoke, Xia Chuan picked up a few dumplings and placed them in front of Conan.

Seeing Natsukawa like this, Conan suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

Anya's father was clearly a good father and a good elder, but she seemed to be overly wary. The incident at the Tsujimura's house was most likely Hattori's doing, which explains why he left those words when he left.

Anya was stunned by Natsukawa's actions and Conan's inner thoughts.

Unexpectedly, these few dumplings seemed to have dispelled Conan's doubts about his father's identity.

Is this the kind of influence seen on TV, where one's own tolerance and magnanimity make others feel ashamed?

"If you want to become the leader of the Junior Detective Club, you have to know how to win people's hearts. Father, I understand." Anya looked like she had been taught a lesson.

Did I say something? Xia Chuan looked confused.

Is he the leader of the Junior Detective League?
Having a goal is good.

Conan ate his dumplings without saying a word, partly because they were delicious, and partly because he didn't want to pay any attention to Anya.

I really don't know how such a good person as Uncle Xia Chuan could have such a naughty daughter.

And Anya seems to have lost some of her intelligence.

Yesterday, Anya received the lowest math score.

Ms. Kobayashi was extremely troubled by this. When handing out the papers, she said, "I got a perfect score on the entrance exam, and my last score was also okay. How could this happen this time?"

What went wrong.

Clearly, Ms. Kobayashi attributed Anya's significant decline in grades to her own teaching abilities.

However, Conan and Anya had known each other for a long time and had already discovered that this guy had a problem.

I strongly suspect that she cheated on both the last entrance exam and the entrance exam, and this is her true strength.

(End of this chapter)