Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 444 Conan's Unlucky Diary
In the quiet Beika-cho 5-chome 39, a man and a woman are looking at each other.

Conan hung outside the second-floor glass window, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his hands and feet gripping the sheets, feeling utterly insecure.

Today I've had an exceptionally unlucky day.

"Aunt Joel."

"uh-huh?"

Joel nodded, then stared intently at Conan, waiting for an explanation.

"Well, I just came down for a walk. I was feeling a bit stuffy on the bus and needed some fresh air."

"is it?"

Joel looked Conan up and down and guessed that Conan's decision to leave home in the early morning despite the pain from his beating was probably related to the winery or the zoo.

"It's not safe outside at this time. I found a 'beef wolf' nearby last time, and he still hasn't been caught. You'd better not go out."

"The Wolf of Rice Flower? He managed to escape from Aunt Joel?"

Conan's train of thought went astray; he imagined it for a moment and found it utterly unbelievable.

Aunt Joel's fighting prowess was on full display today; even Gin was struggling against her.

The Mika Wolf managed to escape from Yoel. Have the criminals of Mika evolved to this extent?

Kyogoku Makoto is one thing, after all, he's a karate champion. But now even Beika Wolves has this kind of strength. Should I go back to Hawaii and get some retraining?
Fighting, combat sports, karate, or judo are all acceptable.

"Should I call Xiaolan out?"

Of course, Joel wouldn't let Conan go out. She didn't have time to follow Conan around all the time. All she could do was stop him at the source.

Everything is for Conan's good.

"No need, I suddenly feel much better now."

"That's good!"

Joel smiled with satisfaction, stopped arguing with Conan, grabbed the bed sheet and gave a powerful kick. Using the strength of his feet and the bed sheet as leverage, he jumped to Conan's side and grabbed the windowsill with one hand.

"Amazing."

These words come from the bottom of my heart.

"I'll take you back!"

The feeling of being lifted up returned, and by the time Conan came to his senses, he was already standing inside a third-floor window.

He peered out the window; Joel was already far away.

"Looks like there's no way to make it today."

Conan pulled hard on the window and found that the latch was twisted and he couldn't open it at all.

The same applies to other windows...

Aunt Joel was a really nice person; she not only stopped him from going out, but also prevented him from waking up Uncle and Sister Lan.

Conan returned to his room dejectedly. Since things had come to this, he could only obediently go to sleep.

The next morning, he was woken up by his uncle Maoli's loud shouting.

The reason is simple: the latches on all the windows on the second and third floors were twisted into a knot.

Yes, Joel was very meticulous; not a single window was overlooked.
"This must be revenge from one of the criminals I arrested. No, I must call the police and let the law punish him!"

Conan imagined the scene: Aunt Joel would arrive on the scene and calmly screw the window latch back on.

The image was too unrealistic, so he chose to abandon his imagination.

However, to prevent Joel from revealing that he had climbed through the window, Conan still helped him find an excuse.

"It's best not to bother Inspector Megure with this kind of thing. Given what happened last night, he'll probably be working overtime for a while."

Kogoro Mori thought about it and agreed. If Inspector Megure had to be bothered with such a thing, it would be a waste of his talents and would damage his reputation as a famous detective.

"It's true."

Kogoro Mouri said, looking down at Conan, "Seeing you makes me angry. Maybe it's because you were shouting too loudly last night, causing some neighbor to be unhappy." If you guys hadn't been hitting so hard, would I have shouted so loudly?
Conan silently complained in his heart, but put on an awkward yet polite smile.

There's no way around it; he'll have to keep a low profile for the next couple of days, or he might get beaten up again.

Conan has a very clear understanding of himself and knows Kogoro Mouri very well, so silence is the best choice.

Conan didn't explain much about the window and turned back to his room.

He has other things to deal with.

He put on a smart suit, tied a mature bow tie, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, and strode out.

As soon as Conan reached the door, he found two long, slender legs blocking his way. They were shapely, white, and as smooth as jade, making one want to reach out and touch them.

Conan didn't touch it, pretending not to see it, and walked around with his head down to open the door.

"Kakaka-"

The doorknob was clearly unlocked, but he just couldn't open it.

Puzzled, Conan looked up and saw Ran blocking the door with one hand, glaring angrily at him.

"."

Isn't a night of beatings enough?

"Sister Ran, Anya and I made plans to go to Professor Agasa's house today to do our homework together."

"Really? Then why are you empty-handed?"

Isn't that right?

Conan raised his hand and shook the tote bag, paying meticulous attention to detail, indicating he had been prepared all along.

"No, I didn't see it."

Xiaolan grabbed the handbag, tossed it back into the room, and said indifferently, "She's so young and already lying. It seems I need to discipline her properly on behalf of Aunt Wendai."

Conan: "..."

Seeing Ran pull a clothes rack out from behind her back, Conan's face darkened. Could it be that she didn't get enough of a beating yesterday?
"If you don't finish this homework by tonight, don't even think about leaving the house tomorrow!"

When Conan held a summer homework book as thick as a Bible, he felt not only its weight but also a profound sense of unease.

Let alone now, even if he were seventeen years old and working at full speed, he probably wouldn't be able to finish it, right?

So Xiaolan must want to hit herself, right?

However, at least Ran would make an excuse when she hits herself, unlike Uncle Mori.
"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door, and Anya's voice came from outside: "Father's back. Conan, didn't you have something to say to Father? Now, shall we?"

Anya came specifically to kick him while he was down, and when the door opened, she was all smiles when she saw Conan's still swollen horns on his head.

"By the way, Ran-neechan, this homework was recommended to me by Ai Haibara. It's a great help for studying, so remember to make sure Conan finishes it."

Anya didn't mince words and told Conan the truth directly.

Anya recommended the thick Bible exercise book!

She hasn't even started working on her own book yet, but she specifically recommended it to Ran, mainly because she wanted to take it back and use it as a reference after Conan finished writing it.

"Um, Sister Xiaolan, can I say something to Anya?"

Conan was too preoccupied to care about Anya's little schemes, and besides, he needed her help, so he didn't dare to give her a hard time.

Ran thought for two seconds, then, touched by Conan's sincere gaze, nodded and said, "Okay, but you only have ten minutes."

"Ten minutes is enough."

Conan pulled Anya to the outside staircase, and inadvertently saw the sunlight shining on the steps at the bottom of the stairwell, which stirred his heart.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)