Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 489 Police officers at the Metropolitan Police Department were even wearing masks?
Kaito was speechless. If he had known Yuri would appear, he wouldn't have bothered with this. He still had gems to steal in a couple of days. He had wasted his rest time on this trivial matter of Natsukawa.

The key issue is that now that we've run into him, there's no way to tell him that we're all on the same side.

It's really annoying.

Fortunately, these days are all Saturdays, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have had time to study the layout of the gem exhibition.

The atmosphere in the archives room suddenly became quiet.

Yuri noticed the other person's expression was off and immediately spoke again: "Close your eyes, open your palms, and raise your arms overhead!"

"I won't say the same thing a third time."

However, even when threatened with gunfire, Yuri couldn't detect the slightest bit of tension on the other person's face, which was very strange.

Could Vermouth have another plan, and it might be hidden in the archives?

Yuri scanned the archives room with his eyes. When suspicion arose, he felt something was wrong everywhere he looked, and he felt like someone was about to jump out and hit him with a peanut.

This action seemed rather inexplicable to Kaito, who was clearly just spacing out.

But this is indeed a good opportunity, a chance to turn the tables.

Kaito slowly raised his hands, and just when Yuri thought he was about to surrender, Kaito closed his palms and then opened them again.

When it was unfolded again, several white spheres appeared between the fingers.

Yuri was taken aback. Based on the information provided by Amuro Tooru, even if Vermouth were to resist, she should have pulled out a gun, not a few small balls.

This little ball.
Yuri squinted, a sense of déjà vu washing over him.

Before he could think any further, Kaito chuckled and crushed the white sphere with his fingers.

The white sphere exploded with a bang, and a thick white mist immediately spread wildly.

The speed at which it spread was terrifying; it had completely covered the two people in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, several more white balls landed and exploded with a bang, and the thick fog spread at an even more alarming speed, completely covering the entire archive room in just a few seconds.

"Damn it! Why does Vermouth know Kaito Kid's techniques?"

Yuri was anxious, but he could only let the smoke continue to spread, and the other person's figure disappeared before his eyes.

The archives room is an enclosed space. Although there are windows, they are all protected by security bars. Since no sound of breaking a window was heard, the only possible explanation for the other party's movement was that they were heading towards the door.

With this in mind, Yuri, relying on his memory, staggered toward the door, smoking a cigarette.

As he walked, he suddenly realized that his head was a little dizzy and his hands and feet were starting to feel slightly numb, which reminded him of the feeling of being treated with acupuncture by Xia Chuan.

"Oh no, this smoke actually has a stunning effect!"

Realizing the smoke might be hypnotic gas, Yuri immediately held his breath.

Having undergone rigorous training by his sister and special police training, his physique was already extraordinary. Even hypnotic gas couldn't make him unconscious; it only slightly reduced his thinking ability and physical fitness.

However, at times like these, this small change is enough to tip the scales.

Fortunately, Kaito had no intention of attacking him.

Kaito, wearing a gas mask, was somewhat surprised that Yuri was able to hold on without collapsing.

But when he thought of the powder Xia Chuan had given him before, he felt relieved.

This smoke bomb contained powder provided by Natsukawa. Yuri must have eaten Yoel's cooking before, so he probably has some resistance to it.

Upon realizing that Yuri was instinctively heading towards him, Kaito didn't linger. He threw his gas mask toward the window to make a noise and then quickly walked out of the room.

Outside, Amuro Tooru, who had been secretly observing the archives, had already frowned.

White smoke kept billowing out of the archive room door, and he could vaguely hear some strange noises, which aroused his curiosity.

"Could it be that Vermouth burned down the entire archives to avoid being discovered stealing the materials?"

Although it was despicable, Amuro Tooru restrained himself, pretending it had nothing to do with him. A small act of impatience could ruin a great plan; he wouldn't even listen to the Public Security Bureau, let alone the Metropolitan Police Department.

Anyway, the Metropolitan Police Department has plenty of clerks, so burning down the archives will just waste some time collecting the files again.

Just as he was thinking, the door to the archives room suddenly opened, and thick white fog burst out as if breaking free of its cage.

Besides the smoke, a policeman in a blue uniform ran out.

It was an ordinary face, yet just looking at his smile, for some reason, it possessed a strange charm.

"what happened?"

Amuro Tooru narrowed his eyes, deciding whether to make a move.

Vermouth leaving is fine; the key issue is what she's holding.
Amuro Tooru locked his gaze on the other person and watched as the other person stuffed a file into his arms.

"When did Yuri start becoming so unreliable?"

Realizing that Yuri might fail, Amuro Tooru gritted his teeth and decided to step in to stabilize the situation.

His gaze swept across the combat training room behind him, finally settling on a towel.

Amuro Tooru grabbed a towel and wrapped it around half his face, making sure his identity wouldn't be exposed before rushing out.

The other party wanted to leave by elevator and happened to pass by the fighting training room. Amuro Toru came out and stood right in front of Kaito.

"Police, don't move!"

Amuro Tooru stood in the middle of the corridor with a gun in hand. Heaven knows how relieved he felt when he uttered the word "police."

He hadn't used that title in years since joining the distillery!

Tears!

Kaito:
I can stand still, but you can't treat me like an idiot!
Police officers wearing masks at the Metropolitan Police Department? Do they think he's a three-year-old?

Without a doubt, it's the police!

Yuri and the other man really challenged Kaito's worldview today. He had always thought that Nakamori Ginzo's unreliability was a personal problem, but now it seems that the Public Security Bureau isn't much better.

He didn't know yet how powerful the masked man on the other side was, but he was definitely not a professional!

Kaito helplessly shrugged, looked up at the ceiling above Amuro Tooru's head, and then pointed, saying, "Watch out up there."

"Hmph, trying to divert attention?"

Amuro Tooru sneered. He knew Vermouth's capabilities all too well; she had no other means of dealing with the situation except for her pistol.

According to the distillery's operating procedures, if Vermouth is inside, there must be someone guarding the passageway outside.

But he'd been standing outside for so long; if someone had already spotted him or been spotted by him, they should have come out to cover Vermouth long ago.

Vermouth wasn't even wearing headphones, so she must have been acting alone.

But why?

Vermouth's behavior is too strange; it doesn't fit her normal behavior.

The fact that the other party was detained by the Metropolitan Police Department these past two days is also very strange.

I heard it was reported, but the informant couldn't be found. The call was made from a phone booth to the Metropolitan Police Department, and the voice was that of the little she-wolf Mouri.

But Kogoro Mouri clearly went to Mermaid Island.

I have a feeling that Vermouth is staging this herself, trying to make Gin think twice and delay her time to steal the files from the Metropolitan Police Department.

That's indeed the case. It was because Vermouth was detained that he waited until today to take action; otherwise, he might have done it yesterday or the day before.

Therefore, all of this was premeditated; it was Vermouth's plan!

(End of this chapter)