Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 462 Vermouth's Unlucky Day

“Gin has been in the conference room since this morning. I saw smoke coming out of the door when I passed by just now, so he must have been there the whole time.”

Vermouth nodded slightly, her fingers gently touching her throbbing brow.

Yesterday's truck attack failed, and today she knows nothing about the promotions, which is making her very frustrated and feel like everything is out of her control.

Teitan High School, on the other hand, made her feel a little more comfortable.

He had originally planned to take the day off today, but the school called him last night, saying that a colleague wanted to switch shifts with him.

Vermouth readily agreed, saving herself the trouble of finding a reason to ask for leave.

"What about vodka and tequila?"

I shouldn't have stormed off yesterday. Now, I can't find out who's in charge of this promotion mission or what the mission is.

"Vodka left early this morning, and Tequila hasn't arrived yet. Could it be that the promotion mission has already begun?"

Baileys thought about it carefully but couldn't find that the number of peripheral members had decreased. Logically speaking, carrying out promotion tasks should also require the cooperation of peripheral members.

"Something's not right. The mission has probably already started and will probably be over in the next couple of days. Otherwise, Gin wouldn't be staying in the conference room all the time. He must be trying to stay in constant contact with Vodka and the others."

"Then why didn't he just go with Vodka and the others?"

Baileys asked the question that had been bothering her. Since they were interested, they should go together. It seemed that there weren't any other tasks that Gin needed to focus on during this time.

"Heh, given his personality, he probably still suspects there's a Red Team mole within the organization. On one hand, he wants to maintain secrecy, and on the other hand, he wants to see if there's a mole in the base leaking information to the outside world!"

Vermouth has an extremely thorough understanding of gin; she can even tell what a fart tastes like.

"Then what do we do next?"

Baileys' eyes gleamed. This was the perfect time to make a move against Joel, and Gin wouldn't even notice.

She's made up her mind.

If you want to rise to power, you have to get rid of Yorga!
Just as Vermouth was about to speak, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

"Hmm? It's the phone number of the person named Shinichi Araide."

Before Vermouth could even speak after answering the phone, the shouting on the other end gave her a headache.

She moved the phone half a meter away and waited for the other person to finish speaking before Vermouth asked a question.

When she spoke again, her voice had become a magnetic male voice.

"What did you say?"

Before they could exchange more than a few words, Vermouth suddenly stood up, her eyes wide, and she almost lost control of her voice, dragging out a sharp, shrill tone.

The sofa was pushed back half a meter by Vermouth and slammed against the wall.

Judging from the situation, it seems trouble is brewing.
Vermouth hung up the phone, her face extremely grim. To make matters worse, something had happened at Teitan High School!

The call was from a school leader, asking why the student went to the infirmary but found no one there. They also said that the student had been slacking off after clocking in, and that the school would not pay him for such behavior.

The salary is a small matter, but didn't the school call him yesterday to tell him that today was a day off in lieu of leave?

Vermouth didn't ask any further questions. Looking back on the phone call from last night, it suddenly seemed very suspicious!

It was around seven o'clock at that time, which was a break time. Even if it was the night shift, no, the staff on the schedule didn't need to work the night shift at all.

There's something wrong with the phone!
It's terrifying to think about. What did the person who called earlier mean by "clocking in"? Who clocked in?
"I'm going to Teitan High School. Could you check the location of Shinichiro's fall off the cliff and then go to the local police station to see if there are any records of that car accident?"

"Over there in Nayol"

"Never mind that for now, the immediate problem is the most serious!"

Vermouth uttered those words and slammed the door shut as she left.

After leaving the base, she quickly went to a nearby parking lot to get her car.

Meanwhile, upon noticing Vermouth leaving the brewery base, Frank hurriedly called Tomoaki Shinide.

"Where are you now? Get out of the school quickly, the person disguised as you has likely already discovered the problem!"

"Huh? But I'm in the bathroom. I don't know what I ate this morning, but I've been sitting in the bathroom for almost an hour. Just wait ten more minutes!"

Frank heard a rustling sound coming from the other end of the phone, and he finally understood why Vermouth had suddenly discovered it.

It turns out that Shinichi Araide gave himself away. It's estimated that during the hour he was in the restroom, a student got injured and couldn't find Shinichi Araide at the infirmary.

"Damn it! Why didn't you say so sooner!"

"I feel like I can't stand up right now."

Shinichiro found that his legs were already numb, and he couldn't even stand up; wiping his bottom was a big problem.

This is related to the fact that I've been staying at home and unable to go out for a while. I haven't been exercising every day, and when I checked in today, a colleague even said that I've gained weight.

Frank put his hand to his forehead, thinking about how unreliable Shinichiro was, and who knew what might happen next.

"You wait here, I'll see if I can find a way to stop them."

If Shinichiro is discovered, not only will the intimidation plan fail, but Tequila's identity will also likely be in jeopardy.

five minutes later.

Frank glanced down at the speedometer and remained silent.

At a speed of 30 km/h, you can't even smell the exhaust fumes from Vermouth's car.

Frank took a deep breath and pressed the accelerator down a bit.

The car roared to life and increased its speed to forty.

The same despair
To make matters worse, as Frank approached a bend, he suddenly saw a white shadow flash past in front of his car.

"Chirp—"

The vehicle came to an emergency stop.

Frank's first thought was that he had hit someone, and his second thought was to look around for surveillance cameras and see if he could run away.

"Boom boom boom——"

The car window was knocked on, and Frank, trying to remain calm, opened the window.

"Uncle with the ramen noodle hair, what are you doing?" Anya peered through the window, looked around for a while, and then chuckled, "Ania is lost. Can you take Anya home?"

"Oh, it's Anya. But Uncle has something to do and doesn't have time."

In his haste, Frank didn't even consider why Anya had found him in the first place.

"But I really am lost. Should I call my father and ask him to come pick me up?"

"Alright, let's get in the car!"

Natsukawa is far away in Fukui, and at this time he's probably still with Vodka, so he probably won't receive Anya's call.

Taking Anya to pick up Shinichiro would be the same; he's just a first-grader, so he definitely won't notice anything.

"Thank you, Uncle Instant Noodle Hair!"

Anya climbed straight in through the window, and Bond, like a nimble monkey, jumped up without missing a beat and then crawled into the back seat.

So was the white shadow Bond just now?

Frank breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, nothing was wrong, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to drive again.

"Oh, and remember to call me Uncle Frank, okay? I'm going to pick up another uncle now, I'll take you home later, okay?"

"Okay, Uncle with the ramen noodle hair!"

Looking at Anya sitting upright, Frank felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

When the car was started again, the speed never exceeded thirty.

Frank had only driven a few blocks when he slammed on the brakes again and pulled over to the side of the road.

"Uncle with the ramen noodle hair, what's wrong?"

Thankfully, Anya was wearing a seatbelt; otherwise, the inertia from a speed of 30 kilometers per hour would have definitely caused her to lean forward by a centimeter.

"It's okay, I'll just have some water."

Frank grabbed a bottle of mineral water and gulped it down, but his eyes were fixed on an ordinary Nissan car on his right.

This car is the vehicle of "Shin-ichi Masaaki".

Meanwhile, "Shinichi Akira" was standing by the roadside, talking to a policewoman with a blank expression.

"Hey, that looks like Aunt Miyamoto Yumi, she's Aunt Joel's good friend, shall we go say hello?"

Frank thought about it and it didn't seem like a bad idea; he was also curious about the reasons.

However, this is a good thing, at least the real Shinichiro Tomoaki doesn't have to worry about not being able to escape.

The tow truck has arrived, so it seems like this is a problem that can't be solved in a short time.

The car slowly drove up to Yumi Miyamoto. Anya rolled down the window and greeted Yumi Miyamoto, then glanced curiously at Vermouth, secretly smiling to herself.

"Good afternoon, Aunt Yumi~"

"It's Anya."

Yumi Miyamoto greeted him with a smile, then glanced at the man with the ramen-noodle-like hair in the driver's seat and asked with a hint of wariness, "Ania, who is he? Aren't Natsukawa and Yoel with you?"

Frank looked a bit sleazy, and after opening the window, he stared strangely at the man next to him who was violating traffic rules, something seemed off.

"This is Uncle with the ramen noodle hair, my father's beloved eldest son!"

Frank: ? ? ?

"Isn't that right? When Dad was on the phone with Uncle Instant Noodle Hair at home, he called him 'Good boy,' so that should be correct, right?"

Anya scratched her head, looking confused.

It looks like there's no problem.

Miyamoto Yumi nodded. "The term 'good brother' is definitely appropriate."

"Alright, you guys should leave now. I have a case to handle."

"A case?" Frank craned his neck curiously. "Was this guy driving drunk? He didn't look like it."

Speaking of this, Yumi Miyamoto gets angry, hands on her hips, looking furious.

"It's even more serious than that. He actually used a fake ID, and he's supposed to be a school doctor. If the students find out, who knows what kind of negative impact it will have."

If it weren't for the tip-off phone call, this man would have almost escaped unscathed.

They must be detained for questioning; they might be some kind of robber or something, and they're using a fake license plate to evade police pursuit.

Vermouth remained silent. The car was a replica based on Shinichiro's vehicle data, including the license plate. She had driven it for a long time without any problems, but today a traffic policeman told her that it was a fake license plate.

At first, she thought there was a problem with the data collection, but she didn't realize the problem until the female traffic police officer impounded the license plate.

I don't know which son of a bitch actually put another license plate on top of the car's license plate.

The discrepancy between the front and rear license plates led to the traffic police catching the driver.

"Is that so?"

Frank nodded slightly and did not linger.

"Ania, what are you laughing at?"

On the way to Teitan High School, Frank noticed that Anya's smile never stopped.

"I didn't laugh!"

Anya tried to keep her expression straight, but then she couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought of Vermouth's sour face.

She was also the one who used a voice changer to make phone calls to report others and the one who secretly used fake license plates.

This is Anya's revenge!
Since the car was damaged, the solution is to get revenge on the other party's vehicle.

This is the idea Anya came up with after studying Bondman's animated films all night!

The effect is very significant!

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