Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 5 My Father is a Lovely Car Mechanic

3rd floor of Mihua Department Store.

Conan sat in the middle of the Detective Boys, his expression complicated and completely dumbfounded.

At this moment, he was pondering the meaning of life. Why should a seventeen-year-old high school student like him accompany a bunch of kids to see a Kamen Rider show?

"Catch all the bad guys! Kamen Rider!"

Genta's voice was like a thunderclap, but Conan was already used to it. He skillfully picked at his ear, looking like a walking corpse with lifeless eyes.

Suddenly, two figures, one tall and one short, caught his attention.

Two figures walked past him and eventually entered the store.

"Father, Anya doesn't like watching Kamen Rider!!"

Anya complained, "You lying father! You promised you wouldn't watch Kamen Rider, so why did you bring me here? It's so noisy!"

"Just passing by."

"The store was right there when I walked straight ahead, so why would I have deliberately gone around in circles and say I was just passing by?"

Anya o(一︿一+)o
Natsukawa simply wanted to get a closer look to confirm if it was Conan himself; if so, the case would be established.

This case must have happened quite a while ago, so his impression of it wasn't very deep. Plus, he'd been in this world for several years now, so naturally, some things had faded from his memory.

Once it was confirmed to be a Conan case, Natsukawa began to delve into his own memories.

While looking at the various items in the store, I reminisced.

Anya was completely dumbfounded.

She looked at Xia Chuan, whose mind was racing, with a puzzled and shocked expression.

So many memories, and all of them are related to a bespectacled man in a suit and shorts I just saw!

What happened? Did her father take a fancy to someone else's child and abandon Anya?
"Ania will definitely behave well, Father, please don't leave me alone."

Hugging her legs, looking up, squeezing out tears.

All in one go.

Passersby who were shopping nearby also cast strange glances at them. Was this parent deliberately letting their lovely daughter get lost in such a place?

"what?"

Xia Chuan looked completely bewildered. Did I say something?
"Sir, where is your wife? If the child is crying, it's probably because he can't see his mother, right?"

"Could they be getting a divorce? It looks like he's going to just leave this child here. What a cruel father!"

"They might be human traffickers. I recently heard that many people in Beika Town are giving their children away to be raised by others because they can't afford to eat."

"What a sad story."

"Who can argue with that? For some reason, Beika Town has recently seen a surge in crime, breaking up many families as a result."

The sounds around him reached Xia Chuan's ears, causing his expression to darken slightly. What on earth was going on?!
Those people ignored Xia Chuan and simply surrounded him, then began to discuss among themselves, their voices growing louder and their numbers increasing until the area was completely packed.

Xia Chuan couldn't leave with Anya even if he wanted to.

That won't do; how can a spy attract attention?

"Your daughter is so cute, how could you throw her away? You're such a bad old man."

"Could he be a human trafficker? He doesn't look like he has a daughter that old."

Natsukawa looked down and saw Kojima Genta and Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko.

Genta Kojima looked furious, as if he had witnessed Natsukawa losing her daughter.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, on the other hand, rested his left hand on his right and his right hand on his chin, looking deep in thought.

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense!"

Conan pushed his way out of the crowd.

The child is in good physical condition, and it's much easier for him to squeeze into the crowd than when he was seventeen.

Conan comforted himself in this way.

"Ah! It's you!"

Anya's face was filled with anger when she saw Conan! (へ╬)
This is the guy. This is the guy that Father has been thinking about. Does Father want to adopt him?
"Wearing glasses at such a young age, he must be a naughty kid who loves playing games. His father must not fall for someone else."

Anya tugged at Natsukawa with a serious expression, pointing at Conan's big black-rimmed glasses.

Conan was completely bewildered. He tried to move his position, but the big-eyed girl opposite him followed his finger. So, was she really talking about me?
Conan scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

No, this isn't the time to think about that. Let's help this older brother/uncle out of this predicament first!
"Genta, Mitsuhiko, it's probably just someone's daughter having a tantrum. Don't talk nonsense."

"How...how is that possible? I clearly heard it just now, this girl said not to abandon her!"

"Ania was just joking, right, Anya?"

Xia Chuan looked at the culprit, his heart filled with helplessness.

"Uh, yes. Yeah, Anya was just kidding. Father is a good father!"

Anya clamped her thigh again, wriggled up to Xia Chuan's shoulder like a caterpillar, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "See? Anya loves her father the most."

Father?

Conan was a little stunned. What an ancient way of addressing things. Perhaps only certain so-called nobles still use that term nowadays. Then he looked at Xia Chuan's clothes. Wow, all designer brands. He's definitely rich.

Uh!
This is!

There are calluses on my hands, especially around the base of my thumb.

Conan narrowed his eyes. Having been shrunk by the distillery, he was now extremely sensitive, and the sight of calluses immediately reminded him of a pistol.

Are they police officers? Or bad guys?

"Uncle, the calluses on your hands are so obvious! Are you a policeman?"

Conan asked in a childlike tone, his face full of curiosity; his acting skills must have been inherited from Yukiko Kudo's excellent genes.

Anya was puzzled. She had heard Conan's thoughts all along. No wonder this child had attracted his father's attention; his observation skills were so strong.

But this is not the time to think about these things. If Father is exposed, that won't do!
Reason? What reason could there be?

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into her mind.

"My father was a lovely car mechanic, and the calluses on his hands were from using a wrench to tighten screws."

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Conan's beady eyes.

Xia Chuan was also a little dumbfounded; he had wanted to say that he had learned shooting in Hawaii.

Anya's excuse was rather lame, and Conan clearly didn't believe it.

By this time, most of the people around had dispersed. They had only watched the commotion for a short while before Conan dismissed them with a simple remark about a child throwing a tantrum.

Yes, the world of Detective Conan is truly amazing.

Conan's words are so effective; these people actually believe them!
"Those are probably calluses that only police officers who carry guns for long periods of time would have. You can see them on your palms too!"

Conan forcibly pried open his palm, and there were indeed some calluses on the lower part of his palm, but they weren't very noticeable.

"Oh, it's a police officer."

Genta and Mitsuhiko were somewhat discouraged. In their minds, only police officers were known to carry guns. They hadn't experienced much with Conan yet, and their imaginations were still somewhat limited. They thought they had caught a bad father who wanted to abandon his daughter. If it were a police officer, they probably wouldn't do such a thing; it was likely that the girl was just throwing a tantrum.

In fact, many professions can leave behind such calluses, such as soldiers, assassins, and bodyguards with gun licenses, but Conan did not list them all.

"I'm not a policeman, I'm actually an assassin!" Xia Chuan revealed a ruthless look, his face becoming ferocious.

Conan was being too rude, so he decided to scare the other person and show him that the spy Twilight's hands weren't so easy to touch.

"Now that you all know, you will not be spared today!"

Xia Chuan slowly approached the Junior Detective Club, and squatted down when he got close. A demonic phantom appeared behind him at some unknown time, and its ferocious expression made the three members of the Junior Detective Club unable to move their legs.

"Uncle, please stop joking. Your posture speaks for itself. Only police officers walk with a natural, steady pace, moderate and even stride, and their steps are straight and forward. And the uneven squatting posture you just showed are all signs of a police officer."

Conan crossed his arms, looking confident.

Based on the other person's actions and the walking posture he had seen at the performance, he could tell that this person was either a police officer or a soldier.

Xia Chuan smiled and patted Conan's head.

Haha, when you're going to spar with Conan, you have to start by acting out the details and then let him figure it out himself.

Conan might not believe what others say, but he is an extremely confident and arrogant person, and he is extremely confident in his own reasoning.

His actions just now were deliberately staged. As a spy, his combat skills may not be top-notch in the world, but his acting skills are definitely top-notch.

He didn't express his meaning with his mouth, but instead used actions to convey it, which made him more convincing.

"Haha, this kid is really smart!" Xia Chuan patted Conan's forehead again.

Anya was dumbfounded.

Is this what adults are like? They have so many thoughts on their minds.

And this kid named Conan, who's about the same age as me, why does he know so much?

Also, his idea is so strange! Why would a kid say he's a seventeen-year-old high school student?
Xia Chuan's contact with the Junior Detective Club was purely accidental. After saying goodbye to the group, he continued shopping.

He didn't intend to get involved in the robbery; Conan would handle it himself anyway. His purpose today was shopping. Encountering Conan and the robbers was just a spice in his daily life and wouldn't cause any ripples in his otherwise mundane routine.

"Father, I want my baby!"

Anya returned to normal and became extremely lively. Although she was occasionally a little inexplicable, Xia Chuan just took it as the unpredictable mood swings of a child.

"purchase!"

Xia Chuan waved his hand and bought the tenth doll. These dolls were all as big as Anya. Although he didn't know how to put them after buying them, it was obviously none of his business. He could just throw them all into Anya's room!
"Never mind, Anya doesn't want it."

The girl's face was filled with fear!
Do all the dolls have to be kept in their own rooms? But where will Anya sleep then?
"okay!"

"Wait!" Anya suddenly remembered something.

She also has Bond. If she can't fit him in her own room, she can give him the space. The living room is Bond's room, so giving it to Bond makes it perfectly legitimate to put it in the living room!

“Ania wants to give it to Bond.”

Xia Chuan didn't say anything and put the doll back into the shopping cart.

The shopping cart was already over three meters tall. Luckily, this was the world of Detective Conan; otherwise, if the dolls were piled up this high, they would definitely have fallen over.

(End of this chapter)