Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 464 Familiar High Heel Marks
Could he instigate Nishiyama Motoyoshi to commit murder and then provide clues to Kogoro Mouri?

In this way, a deduction show will definitely happen, and he will be able to find the most suitable opportunity to take action!

It's certainly possible to take action on the boat, but he asked the fishermen on the island today, and they said that the weather at sea will be unpredictable in the next few days, and diving at night could easily result in being swept away by the waves. It would be best to change the location of the action to land.

The four bodyguards take turns every eight hours, which means that under normal circumstances only two people are always with them. They are not armed and can kill people if necessary. As long as the two former high-ranking officials are controlled, the aftermath will definitely not be a big problem!

He'd rather let Xishan take the blame than sacrifice the Mermaid Island's industrial chain, as long as he could get promoted. He'd even be willing to create another industrial chain himself.

Vodka and Ichiki Homoto each had their own thoughts, while Natsukawa was busy making phone calls to Gin and Frank.

Gin didn't come, but he still valued this promotion mission very much.

If Bao Benyi can be promoted, he will be easier to use later, and many things can be shared with him. He can even cooperate with Vodka. A person with a brain leading a brainless brute is at least better than a brute working alone.

As for agave, it's definitely a task to be done separately.

Meanwhile, after Frank investigated the situation thoroughly, he immediately called Xia Chuan.

Good news should be shared with good friends.

"Vermouth detained for 24 hours?"

Xia Chuan scratched his head, relieved that Shinichiro hadn't been exposed, but also puzzled by the fact that someone had put a fake license plate on Vermouth's car.

The winery site is located in a relatively remote area, and there aren't many people around. Logically, no one should be doing something so pointless.

Can you find the image?

"Guess what? The parking lot's security cameras just happened to be broken this morning, and that's when they did it."

"It must have been a premeditated act. I was guarding the entrance to the base and I was paying attention to the parking lot area, but I didn't notice anything."

Frank clicked his tongue in amazement; to be able to do all this right under his nose, one must be an excellent spy.

"I heard that people have reported the fake license plate issue. I was wondering why the traffic police would be patrolling such a remote location."

Could it be Joel? No way, if she found the distillery's base, it wouldn't be something that could be solved by simply rebranding.

Xia Chuan thought for a moment and then shook his head. The possibility of Joel was very low. If he were to be discovered, he would definitely go on a killing spree!

"Oh, right!" Frank suddenly remembered something and said, "I did some research and heard that the person who reported it was a man, and his voice sounds a bit like Kogoro Mouri's."

"Impossible!" Xia Chuan blurted out in rebuttal: "Kogoro Mouri is on Mermaid Island right now, there's no way he could have done this, and Conan is there too."

"Then I don't know." Frank stretched and slumped onto the sofa.

If it wasn't either of them, he couldn't think of anyone else who it could be, but it didn't matter who it was, as long as the situation was in their favor.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Chuan suddenly remembered someone.

Toru Amuro!
Amuro Tooru may discover that the car accident was Vermouth's doing, disrupting her rhythm in this way.

It's highly likely. Vermouth's behavior in investigating Yoru was already unusual, so it's understandable that Amuro Tooru would target her.

The brewery's base is well-hidden, and only a limited number of people know about it. Given that it involves Vermouth, Amuro Tooru is the only option.

It seems Yuri got really angry.

Dark clouds began to slowly gather, and where they met the sea, the color gradually darkened.

The waves crashed against the shore with a deep, resonant sound, as if playing a prelude to the impending turbulent surge.

A slender figure walked alone in the darkness, heading straight for the forest where the dugongs were slaughtered.

The chilly sea breeze ruffled Princess Thorn's long hair, which swayed in the wind and reflected the luster in the bright moonlight.

A chilling atmosphere emanated from within, and with each step forward, countless mosquitoes, insects, and rodents fled in panic.

A faint light could be seen in the mountains and forests, and the sea breeze carried a slight smell of blood.

"This is it, there shouldn't be any mistake."

Joel carefully put away the abstract map, then held a gold awl in each hand and rubbed them together.

The face mask fits perfectly.

This mask functions as a gas mask and can purify the air, so my daughter no longer has to worry about being poisoned by vodka.

He leaped three meters high in one step, his steps as nimble as an elf, his speed leaving only a fleeting afterimage.

On a mountain path.

Conan and Heiji Hattori used the excuse of being hungry to run away and discuss the case. After half a day of investigation, they unanimously concluded that Saori Kadokawa's disappearance was related to the Dugong Arrow.

But they couldn't understand why a young man would be so superstitious about dugong arrows; it was hard to comprehend.

After all, they had attended university and received advanced education outside the island, and even high school students like them knew that this thing had no scientific basis.

Based on today's investigation, it appears that Kadokawa Saori, like her classmates, is overly superstitious about the Dugong Arrow.

There might be things they don't know that they haven't investigated yet.

As the two walked and talked, a dark shadow suddenly flashed past from behind a tree.

"What was that just now?" The leaves rustled slightly, and the two turned their heads to look, but they didn't see a single shadow.

"Could it be the god of dugongs?"

Conan was speechless, rolled his eyes in displeasure: "Oh, it might just be some kind of animal, like a dog."

"How could there be such a big dog!"

“Isn’t Bond at Xia Chuan’s house quite big? There are plenty of large dogs; it’s hard to say that no one on the island keeps dogs.”

Hattori thought about it and agreed. Besides, if even the famous detectives of Kanto were not afraid, wouldn't it be very embarrassing if he, the famous detective of Kansai, were afraid?
“Let’s follow them and see. Maybe we can discover the island’s secrets. I have a feeling that the islanders are hiding something from us when they communicate with us. Maybe it’s the key to solving the mystery of Kadokawa Saori’s disappearance!”

Hattori nodded slightly; he didn't refute this statement, as it made a lot of sense.

He pulled the brim of his baseball cap to the front, then pressed it down, picked up a long, inexplicably appearing branch from the ground, and with one hand scooped up Conan, heading towards the spot where the shadowy figure had appeared.

“As expected!”

Observing the ground, the two men had very solemn expressions.

The island's soil is soft, and there are very obvious high-heeled shoe prints on the ground, indicating that someone must have run past here just now.

"what"

"What's wrong?" Hattori asked, puzzled. "Is there a problem with the high heel print?"

"I feel like I've seen this high heel mark somewhere before."

"Please, aren't all high heels pretty much the same? Just a front print and a small dent in the back."

Hattori, holding onto the tree trunk with one hand, casually whipped the weeds with his whip. "Looks like he went up the mountain. Let's go and take a look."

Conan didn't think much of it. Indeed, as Hattori said, it was hard to see anything different about the high heels, and it was even more impossible to make a deduction based on the pattern on the front.

the other side.

At the dugong slaughterhouse, workers work overtime late into the night. Even though the tasks are extremely arduous, no one complains of being tired, because they all know that these things are their biggest source of income for the year.

Customers who like dugong meat prefer to eat fresh dugong meat, and the islanders have a very clear understanding of this, doing a very good job in quality control!
If it weren't for the fact that hunting dugongs is extremely troublesome and it's impossible to capture them alive, they would even like to deliver them live to their doorstep.

"Did you hear anything?"

In the noisy workshop, a middle-aged man looked up at the ceiling and asked the villager next to him.

"It's probably just some tree branch or something that fell onto the roof. Never mind that. This year's harvest is better than last year's. If we don't speed things up, we won't be able to ship anything tomorrow!"

"Hehe, I'm so happy just thinking about getting more money this year."

"Alright, keep your voice down. Tomorrow is the dugong festival, and a lot of outsiders are coming to the village. I heard there's even a famous detective here. We're doing something illegal, and if we get caught, we're dead!"

Another person joined the chat, his tone full of disdain: "Hmph, so what if they know? Over the years, almost every year there have been outsiders who came up the mountain looking for death, only to be discovered by the sentries outside and die a violent death."

This man was extremely arrogant and made no attempt to conceal his thoughts; almost everyone working in the room could hear him.

The others merely glanced up at him, and more or less revealed confident smiles.

Indeed, as this person said, their secrecy is extremely strict; even if the islanders try to send information out, they will be detected.

Even the county police in charge of this area are their people; if anyone reports it, they will be sent back to be punished!
Nobody thinks there's anything wrong with this. Perhaps those who did think there was a problem are all dead, and the rest are either numb or blinded by self-interest.

"By the way, are those two people that Ichiki brought today the ones who regularly buy dugong bones every year?"

"Is that even a question? Isn't it the same every year?"

"No, I took a quick look and found that the people who came this year are very different from those who came last year and the year before. Just looking at them makes my heart race."

"Heh, would the person who wants this be a good person? His intimidating aura actually makes me feel at ease, at least it's not like the police or something that has discovered our scheme."

Upon hearing this, the entire workshop burst into laughter.

"Ok?"

Just as Joel was standing on the roof, ready to get started, he stopped immediately upon hearing the description of the distillery.

She was almost furious, but she regained her composure. Her primary purpose in coming here was actually the winery. These people were all local villagers, so there was no need to worry about them escaping!

"I still don't understand why anyone would be interested in dugong bones. We've been eating them for so many years and haven't seen any effects."

"Yeah, it's better to sell them for money."

The workshop work was tedious and boring, and the villagers spent all their time chatting with each other, especially at night when they were easily sleepy. Only gossip could keep them awake.

"Hurry up, Xishan only gave us until tomorrow night. We've only processed a small amount so far. Everyone, speed things up."

The villagers didn't provide Joel with much information, and the conversation that followed was rather uneventful.

Just as Joel was about to take action, a strange noise suddenly came from outside, followed by a jumble of sounds.

Like... they started fighting?

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)