Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 459 Psychological Tactics
at dusk.

The setting sun peeks out from behind Tokyo Tower, its orange light creating a beautiful scene.

The noise of the vehicles gradually transformed into a rhythm at that moment.

Xia Chuan savored this wonderful moment, his only regret being that he was still in the car.

According to his original plan, he should have been at home at this time, sitting on the rooftop with Joel, embracing romantically.

Unfortunately, Vermouth's actions made Natsukawa feel a sense of urgency.

Tomorrow we're going to Mermaid Island, and if Vermouth isn't given a little warning, she won't be able to sleep.

It's Joel's business if he's capable; if he does nothing, then he's a rather irresponsible boyfriend.

Although Joel will never know all this, not everything needs to be known by a lover.

If you start to consider the gains and losses in love, then love may no longer be pure.

Considering it was already lunchtime, Xia Chuan worried that Yoel would cook again, so she ordered takeout to her home.

After completing all this, Xia Chuan finally arrived at the last stop of the day—Frank House.

If Vermouth stays hidden in the brewery base, he has no way to ambush the enemy at the base entrance.

But she currently has a public disguise identity as the school doctor at Teitan High School.

If he can't handle Vermouth, can't he at least handle the disguised "Shin-ichi Akihiro"?

"What are you going to do?"

Frank knew Xia Chuan's character and knew he wasn't one to suffer a loss.

"Vermouth probably won't be going back to Araide Tomoaki's house today. I'm going to Fukui Prefecture tomorrow, and I probably won't be able to come back for several days, so you might have to come."

"what?"

Frank's smile vanished, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

That's Vermouth, the monster known as the Thousand-Faced Witch.

Perhaps he's no match for Xia Chuan, but dealing with him would be a piece of cake.
"Please, I'm an intelligence officer. I'm not exactly defenseless, but I'm not far off. You want me to deal with a black market assassin? And a former head of the US branch at that?"

Frank shook his head repeatedly. He was self-aware and never forced himself to back down when he should.

"Scared?"

"Isn't that right?"

Frank puffed out his chest and held his head high. It was just admitting defeat, something he was very good at.

When he's with his girlfriend, whether they're out, at home, or in bed, he's always the one who gives in.

"You're becoming more and more shameless."

Xia Chuan sighed. "A shameless person is invincible."

"You don't need to show up; just make a phone call."

"Later, you impersonate a scheduler from Teitan High School and call Vermouth, telling them they don't need to come to work tomorrow."

"What's the use?"

"Then tomorrow, let the real Shinichiro Tomoaki go to Teitan High School for a day and make a fuss. What do you think will happen when Vermouth goes to work the day after tomorrow?"

Xia Chuan's lips curled into a cold smile. What assassins fear is never attack or assassination, but the unknown!

Xia Chuan doesn't know what Vermouth will think at that time, but at least he won't dare to make any rash moves in the short term.

This is a psychological tactic!

Frank's sinister, sharp laughter echoed in the empty living room: "Then I'm all set."

That sounds intriguing. He'll keep an eye on the brewery's base and have Shinichi Niide go to Teitan High School, so even if Vermouth goes out, he can notify Shinichi immediately. Perfect!
After finalizing some details, Natsukawa picked up Ai Haibara and Anya on his way home.

In the car, Anya fidgeted for a long time before finally asking, "Father, did you change the car's clothes?"

"Come on, this is clearly a brand new car."

Ai Haibara had already learned about what happened at noon from Yoel over the phone, and she was in a bad mood.

At a time like this, anything Anya said would make her feel incredibly stupid.

"The original car broke down, so I got a new one."

Xia Chuan didn't explain much to Anya, worried that the little kid would be frightened by the car accident.

However, Anya was not so fragile; she frowned slightly after listening to Ai Haibara and her father's thoughts.

Although this GTR wasn't much different from the previous one, Anya was still unhappy because the car was wrecked.

We got ripped off!
Anya and Xia Chuan share the same understanding of the concept of suffering a loss.

Find a way to get revenge!
Vermouth?
Hmph, since you've damaged Anya's car, I won't let you get away with this!

Anya began to plan in her mind. Since Uncle Frank was going to prank that guy named Vermouth tomorrow, she couldn't be left behind!
Anya's sudden silence caught Xia Chuan's attention, but no matter how capable he was, he never imagined that his daughter had the ability to read minds. He didn't take it to heart, assuming that Anya was just feeling sentimental.

Back home, Xia Chuan breathed a long sigh of relief.

As a result, he opened the refrigerator and found that it was full of fresh ingredients.

It's obvious that if he hadn't ordered takeout in advance this evening, he would probably have had to stay overnight at the hospital.

The family of four were all preoccupied with their own thoughts, and dinner was just a quick and perfunctory affair.

Yoel didn't give Natsukawa a chance to make a move, and ran to the children's room to plot with Ai Haibara.

Anya's behavior that evening was a bit unusual; she started watching past Bondman videos at four times the speed.

But this is also a good thing, at least she won't pester Xia Chuan to play with her after dinner.

Xia Chuan then began to read the distillery and the Mermaid Island investigation report that Frank had given him.

According to the distillery's information, in addition to income from the shrine, Mermaid Island's economy also comes from poaching dugongs at sea.

The distillery spends hundreds of millions of dollars on dugong marrow every year, and that's only because Yimu operates on a break-even basis.

The residents of Mermaid Island live by the simple philosophy of "living off the land, living off the sea, and living off the dugongs."

He sold the bones to wineries and the dugong meat to high-ranking officials and nobles, successfully achieving financial freedom during this era of economic depression.

The former mayor of Tokyo and the head of the construction bureau visited not only to obtain the dugong arrow, but also partly to experience the local "specialty" dugong meat.

Of course, these things were all done in secret, and without a high social status, no one would know that such transactions existed on Mermaid Island.

In addition, the story of the long-lived woman was also recorded by the winery.

The information Frank provided was rather inadequate.

Although the article points out the mismatch between the islanders' quality of life and the income from the shrine and tourism, it fails to identify the underlying reasons.

Perhaps because the islanders are quite united, the intelligence they gather is not very reliable, and they didn't even discover the story of the longevity woman.

Of course, this information was not entirely useless; at least Xia Chuan learned about the personal qualities of the Mermaid Island inhabitants.

It's the kind of rotten thing that's practically oozing pus.

In this way, they might not need to be too careful when doing things, and even if something happens, the islanders would cover it up for fear that the Mermaid Island's schemes would be discovered.

In places like this, good people will definitely suffer, but if you encounter a distillery that assassinates at the slightest provocation, then it will only be these "simple and honest" islanders who suffer.

(End of this chapter)