Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 45: Paying for Knowledge is Reasonable

Frank pretended not to know who Conan was talking about, scratched his head and said, "Who are you talking about? There are a lot of people today, including several middle-aged men in black."

"It's the one in black clothes, black pants, and a black hat. He has a square face, a fierce expression, and looks like he's not easy to get along with."

Conan tried his best to describe the characteristics of the agave he saw to the manager in front of him; this was his last straw.

"Oh, you mean him! I do vaguely remember him."

Frank pushed up his glasses, revealing a sly grin. "But why should I tell you? You're just a little kid, why are you asking about adult stuff?"

Conan paused for a moment; being a child really wasn't very useful. But thankfully, he still had the famous detective Kogoro Mouri as a trump card.

"It was Uncle Mori who asked me to ask. You know him, right? He's the spokesperson for 'The Mystery Mansion of Detective Kogoro Mori,' which was just released by Mantang."

Conan was extremely skilled at using deception, saying, "Uncle Mori suspects this man is a member of some yakuza group, and hopes you can provide some useful information."

In his opinion, if he invoked Uncle Mori's name, the lobby manager in front of him would tell him everything he knew. He had done this many times before, and Inspector Megure had always complied.

However, the other party's opening remarks caught him completely off guard.

"How can this be? Even if Mr. Mori wants to know, it's not allowed. Investigating personal privacy requires a warrant, even if the Metropolitan Police Department comes. You're putting me in a difficult position. Kid, if you're playing a detective game, go to the press conference."

Conan's smile vanished; he looked extremely upset at not getting the answer he wanted.

However, judging from the lobby manager's tone and expression, he seemed to have realized something.

"Here!"

Conan stood on tiptoe and slammed a Fukuzawa Yukichi card onto the table.

"Hehe, little friend, you've come to the right person. I did hear something just now."

Frank skillfully slipped Fukuzawa Yukichi into his pocket. "I also think that guy isn't a good person. If it can help Mr. Mori, that would be a great thing."

"So?" Conan asked impatiently; this lobby manager was really talking a lot of nonsense.

"That guy asked me where I could rent a car nearby."

"And then?" Conan pressed.

"Well," Frank pushed up his glasses and rubbed his hands together with a grin.

His actions were extremely lewd, as if he was afraid of being discovered, and he kept looking around while rubbing his fingers together.

Ok
Conan reluctantly took out his wallet, pulled out a Fukuzawa Yukichi note, and handed it over.

Paying for knowledge is perfectly reasonable.

"I told him to go to the Aoyama car rental shop in Beikacho 5-chome."

"Thank you."

You're welcome! Feel free to ask me any questions!

Frank happily stuffed the two Fukuzawa Yukichi banknotes into his pocket. The money wasn't important; the main thing was that it was fun to tease the kids.

Especially Conan Edogawa, Natsukawa seems to pay a lot of attention to this little guy.

Xia Chuan had already arrived at the foot of the Dahei Building.

Downstairs on the roadside, a Porsche 356A was parked quietly, and a female traffic police officer in a skirt suit was issuing a ticket.

Goodness, she even dared to get a ticket for Gin's car. That woman has some nerve.

Shaking his head, Xia Chuan went straight into the Dahei Building and headed up to the cocktail bar on the top floor.

Since it was only evening and not yet nightlife time, the bar doors were closed, the entire floor was quiet, and the lights were off, as if no one was there.

However, Xia Chuan knew that Vodka and Gin were inside the bar, and their car was still parked downstairs; how could they not be there?

The reason for not turning on the lights is probably to avoid attracting attention.

"You came."

As soon as Xia Chuan reached the door, he heard a deep male voice.

Looking up at the monitor, I saw a flashing red light, indicating that it was in operation. There was also a small speaker next to it, from which the sound I had just heard came.

As soon as he finished speaking, the glass door of the bar opened.

The bar's corridor is quite long; turning left halfway down leads to the main bar area, while going straight leads directly to the backstage area.

Soon, Xia Chuan arrived at the backstage entrance.

There is also a door here, but it is a thick aluminum alloy door, and its design and material are very similar to the door of a bank insurance company he had previously infiltrated.

"Please proceed with fingerprint recognition."

A mechanical sound rang out, and a small recess appeared on the right side of the door. A small box popped out from inside, and a green light flashed on the box; it was a fingerprint scanner.

Xia Chuan calmly pressed his right thumb down.

"Identification successful. Please scan your iris code."

"Pretty advanced," Xia Chuan nodded to himself. Fortunately, he had come prepared, covering his eyes with colored contact lenses. These lenses were made to resemble the eyeballs of an agave plant, and with the iris scanning technology of this era, his disguise was completely undetectable.

Not only fingerprints and irises, but Xia Chuan even brought tequila blood, although the alcohol content was a bit high. But since it's all tequila, this kind of verification might even be considered double authentication.

However, blood testing is a relatively uncommon and time-consuming method. It's unreasonable to make people wait at the door for one or two hours.

"Please come in."

As the synthesized mechanical voice faded, the door clicked open, revealing the passage behind it.

Although it's just a base, the preventative measures here are quite good.

Perhaps in the brewery's eyes, unless they encounter a master of disguise like Vermouth, these two verification methods can eliminate 99% of imposters.

Unfortunately, the distillery encountered that one percent today, a man whose disguise skills surpassed even Vermouth's: the spy Twilight.

Upon entering, Xia Chuan looked around, surveying the small conference room.

The meeting room was dimly lit and empty, though the chairs were neatly arranged.

There was also a wine cabinet next to it, with bottles of strong liquor on it. There was a lot of liquor, but very few varieties.

Gin, Pisco, vodka, and tequila.

At the very bottom, there's a row of Baileys.

Baileys is apparently a type of Irish whiskey.

Does the presence of five rows of wine cabinets indicate that a total of five members can enter this hideout?
If that's the case, then are there only five people who can use fingerprint and iris recognition at the entrance?
Other people are easy to identify, but if it's whiskey, it's a bit more difficult.

Who is it?

Xia Chuan knows several whiskies.

Irish, Scottish, rye, bourbon—these are all suffixes for whiskey.

However, they are either traitors or undercover agents.

The thought flashed through Xia Chuan's mind, and he concluded that it must be Ireland.

Scotland seems to have died three years before the story began, so it couldn't be him.

Rye, also known as Shuichi Akai, is an open defector and is not under consideration.

In fact, there were only two people for Xia Chuan to think about: Ireland and Bourbon.

However, Bourbon's appearance came relatively late, and he probably wasn't active in Japan at that time, so it's more likely he was from Ireland.

Of course, if there were a character like Baileys, that would be a different story.

However, speaking of Ireland, this guy is quite formidable; he can hold his own against Xiaolan.

He probably wouldn't have become a traitor if it weren't for the fact that his revered Pisco died at Gin's hands.

There is another door diagonally opposite the entrance.

At that moment, with a 'click', the machine slowly turned, and a burly man in black stepped out.

"Vodka, gin?"

Xia Chuan raised the Full Paradise brand briefcase in his hand and asked.

"My brother went to the research institute, just give me the stuff directly."

Vodka, with a cold expression, walked up to the tequila and looked up at the man at a 45-degree angle.

Being tall is really disgusting.

Of course, the eldest brother is an exception.

He muttered a curse to himself, then took the suitcase and weighed it in his hand.

The suitcase is very light, but if it's just a list, lightness is normal; it would be problematic if it were heavy.

"The research institute, are we going to find Sherry?"

“Hmm.” Vodka nodded, gently opening the briefcase, and replied, “Because of that project, Miyano Akemi hasn’t seen Sherry for a long time, and Sherry has been acting up lately.”

Seemingly having hit a nerve, Vodka suddenly grinned maliciously and muttered to himself, "She really doesn't know her place. The organization isn't a place where she can bargain. Her actions will only hasten her sister's death."

“There are countless brilliant scientists and geniuses in this world. If Sherry can’t do it, then we can find someone else. Anyway, the research data is still there.”

Xia Chuan's heart skipped a beat. Big Mouth Vodka was indeed confirmed. He had only asked for a name, and he had revealed so much.

He strode to the liquor cabinet, picked up two glasses, and poured vodka and tequila into one.

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