Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 476 The Winery's Tactics!
As they chatted, they entered the guesthouse. Unbeknownst to them, a circular eavesdropping device was stuck to the hem of Liuchuan Zhuoda's clothes.

This was Conan's doing. It's not difficult for a child to install a bugging device, especially since Conan is very experienced.

"The fact that this kind of person is a former high-ranking official in Tokyo means that the citizens of Tokyo are incredibly unlucky."

Hattori couldn't help but complain, "They don't care about human lives and just chat and laugh. What kind of service is this?"

Conan didn't say a word, focusing all his attention on the figure that suddenly flashed past at the corner of the street.

There seems to be someone over there.

"Is it Princess Thorn?" Hattori Heiji pressed.

He didn't see it, but since Conan has suspicions, there must be something wrong.

"do not know."

Conan shook his head in confusion. The figure didn't seem quite like the Thorn Princess, but since it was only a fleeting glimpse, he couldn't be completely sure.

"This guesthouse has been booked by the two of them. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. If you want to get in, you have to avoid the sight of two bodyguards."

Conan nodded solemnly. After eavesdropping for a while, they had confirmed that these two were also among the recipients of dugong meat.

He felt more and more strongly that the Thorn Princess was bound to appear!

"The Thorn Princess will definitely appear. You only have one chance, Hattori, are you ready?"

Conan clenched his fist. He had been caught off guard by the Thorn Princess earlier, but this time, as long as he used his cleverness and employed Professor Agasa's power-enhancing shoes and tranquilizer darts, along with Hattori Heiji's kendo, he was sure he could succeed!
"Is it really possible?" Hattori asked, somewhat unsure.

His unwavering determination in swordsmanship had come to naught today, and now even the sound of high heels made him a little apprehensive.

"Don't worry, the pistol has been stolen. Shouldn't we have faith in our abilities? We're the famous detective duo from Kanto and Kansai!"

Conan originally just wanted to encourage Hattori, but as he talked, he himself became more and more excited.

"I made a special trip to the village clinic and stole some medicine to make a simple stun potion. When the time comes, I just need to throw it on the ground, and no one who smells it will be able to stand still!"

"Alright then." Hattori reluctantly agreed to Conan's idea.

The two men remained completely calm and focused, waiting for their prey to enter their encirclement.

Time quickly came to nine o'clock.

Bao Benyi, dressed in a chef's uniform, appeared at the entrance of the guesthouse. He glanced at the signboard, and after being searched by the security guard at the entrance, he strode into the guesthouse carrying a lunchbox.

"What does this chef do?"

"Looks like it's a food delivery, right?" Hattori pointed to the lunchbox and said, "I guess they didn't eat enough for dinner and ordered takeout from nearby."

"It's probably not that simple!"

Conan felt that things weren't that simple and suspected that the lunchbox in the chef's hand might contain dugong meat.

But Nishiyama Tao, the dugong supplier, is already dead. How could someone still be sending dugong dishes to Yanagawa Takuta and his companion?
"No, something's wrong! That person just now could very well be Princess Thorn!"

Hattori Heiji nodded in realization; this possibility was indeed very high!

The guesthouse was quite large, and the two quietly climbed over the wall and entered the guesthouse courtyard.

A quick glance revealed that only the reception room was lit, with another bodyguard standing at the door.

The bodyguard was checking the contents of the lunchbox at that moment.

"As expected, they're just delivering meat!"

Upon seeing the dishes the bodyguard was inspecting, the two instantly confirmed their suspicions.

When Conan's gaze fell on the chef, he realized that his guess had been flawed.

"This person might not be Princess Thorn! Faces can be disguised, but height is something that's very difficult to fake!"

The person being examined was about 1.8 meters tall, while Princess Thorn, wearing high heels, was only about 1.7 meters tall, showing a clear difference in height.

Another very important issue is that Princess Thorn has very large pectoral muscles; no matter how well she tries to hide them, they can't be completely hidden.

"Who is it?" The moment Hattori asked the question, he already knew the answer!
It was that mysterious shooter from this morning!
The mysterious fourth party on the island!

Ai Haibara did not tell Conan that she had been there before, nor did she tell him about the dugong, so Conan was completely unaware of this, which created an information gap.

Furthermore, given that the other party was dressed as a chef, even if Conan racked his brains, he would never have guessed that the person was actually a member of the Black Organization.

The bodyguard carefully inspected the item, even tasting it. After a few minutes, confirming there were no problems, he finally let Bao Benyi into the room.

Yiqi smiled confidently. The meat contained a slow-acting poison, intended to control Yanagawa Takuta and Makita Fumio. For the first few minutes, the bodyguards wouldn't feel anything, but that might change after a while.

This slow-acting poison takes effect after fifteen minutes. If the suppressant is not taken after fifteen minutes, the patient will experience excruciating pain, as if a hundred insects are piercing their heart.

As long as the medication is continued, this symptom will persist until the user can no longer bear it or is tormented to death by the pain.

As soon as he pushed open the door, the conversation inside stopped abruptly, and the two people turned to look at him.

Yiqi Baoben remained remarkably calm. After bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle, he proceeded like a seasoned master chef, arranging the food while providing a brief introduction.

"My lords, please have your meal!" The two men nodded slightly and began to pick up food, without making any attempt to shoo away Homoto Ichiki.

Some high-end restaurants in Japan require the chef to be present to answer diners' questions on the spot.

However, with outsiders present, the conversation between the two became rather uneventful, as the master's attention was focused on the dugong.

Ichiki didn't mind at all; it didn't matter. There would be plenty of opportunities to find out what he wanted to know later, so there was no need to rush.

As he was eating, Yanagawa Takuta suddenly frowned, as if he had remembered something.

"You, look up!"

Although Liuchuan Zhuoda was old, he was used to being a superior person, and his words carried a kind of authority.

Fumio Makita gave a soft "hmm" but didn't ask about the situation.

With a blank expression, Homoto Ichiki took off his tall hat and looked up to meet the eyes of the two men.

"The person who delivered the vegetables yesterday, I don't think it was you, was it?"

Although Yanagawa Takuta was very old, his memory was still quite good. He could tell at a glance that yesterday's chef was definitely not the same person as today's chef.

When they met and talked with Nishiyama Tao before, he said that the chef provides one-on-one service and it is impossible to change the chef.

"What's going on? Why did you send Nishiyama Tao to see me and then inexplicably change the chef? Did you get our permission?"

Japan is a country that values ​​etiquette, and even if a better chef is hired, the guests' opinions will be asked in advance.

Especially when it comes to food like dugong meat, which requires secrecy, changing chefs casually is not only disrespectful but also dangerous. If the chef in front of them turns out to be a reporter in disguise, their reputation will be ruined.

Fumio Makita also recalled something strange:

"By the way, I didn't see the Nishiyama father and son during the dugong celebration that night, and neither of them showed up when that woman named Ebihara died!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Chuanzhuo was startled and immediately stood up, looking towards the door and calling for his bodyguards.

However, his shouts went unanswered, perhaps because of the torrential rain or because there was no one at the door.

In short, his cries went unanswered.

"Hehe, you've already eaten quite a bit, and you're only discovering the problem now? Isn't it a bit too late?"

Homoto Ichiki took a step back, opened the Japanese-style door to let the two see what was happening outside: "Look, he's already passed out. I gave him anesthesia the moment I closed the door, so he should be able to sleep until tomorrow morning."

With a flick of his arm, a bamboo tube about the thickness of a little finger slid out from his sleeve.

Although Ichiki Homoto didn't explain, both of them had watched a lot of ninja movies and could naturally tell that this thing was the kind of flying needle that you blow with your mouth!
"What exactly do you want to do?"

Fumio Makita's brows furrowed into a deep frown, but he remained calm.

Or rather, even if they weren't calm, it wouldn't matter. With the bodyguard unconscious, those two old bones were definitely no match for the chef who looked to be no more than thirty years old.
"Hehe, it's very simple. Let's close the door and have a drink. Don't be so tense. I'm not a bad person."

Bao Benyi was relaxed; after the two old men ate the dugong meat, everything was already under his control.

"Who exactly are you? We're just two retired old men, there's nothing we can do. Of course, if you want money, we'll give it to you."

"What's the point of asking for money? Even though you're retired, your connections and relationships can still be a great help to our organization."

Bao Benyi walked straight to the sofa, sat down, and put his feet up on the table, taking the initiative as the guest of honor.

"By the way, don't even think about running away. The dugong meat you just ate contained a special drug developed by our organization. It will take effect after fifteen minutes the first time you take it. If you don't take the antidote, it will be very painful."

Although the two were not entirely convinced, seeing how calm the other person was, they dared not leave.

"Okay, that should be about right."

Homoto Ichiki glanced down at his watch, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes closed contentedly, and his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest.

The more Yasumoto Ichiki acted this way, the more nervous Yanagawa Takuta and the other man became, and the initiative quickly slipped away.

However, they remained calm, and if the medicine did not take effect, they immediately rushed out the door.

Don't let their advanced age and white hair fool you; their daughters-in-law and granddaughters-in-law are no match for them, and they run almost as fast as young people.

The reason it appeared on Mermaid Island is that it felt it was still vigorous despite its old age, which may be related to its long-term consumption of dugongs.

Before his life could be extended, the White Impermanence came to claim him.

Liu Chuanzhuo opened his mouth wide, still trying to get information out of her, but suddenly felt a strange sensation in her body.

The feeling was inexplicable, as if caterpillars were wriggling on his skin, and there were occasional needle-like pains.

"What's wrong, Brother Wenfu? Do you see something on the back of my neck? It's so itchy!"

Yanagawa Takuta reached up to touch the back of his neck, but found nothing. The pain and itching persisted.

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(End of this chapter)