Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 515 Let's finish fighting first!
Xia Chuan chuckled inwardly. "What an imagination! I wonder what clues led you to this deduction. All I can say is, this is the world of Detective Conan, everyone here is a genius."

"I don't know anything about the police, so you're the only one I can rely on, Brother Xia Chuan!"

Conan's true feelings were revealed; his gaze was like that of a child yearning for his father's love, looking hopefully at Natsukawa.

Xia Chuan shook his head slightly in his heart. Conan was definitely overthinking things. Amuro Tooru might suspect that Shinichi Kudo had a problem, but he would never have imagined that Shinichi Kudo would turn into Conan.

Conan looked around and realized he was on the rooftop of Natsukawa's house, where there was no way anyone could be eavesdropping. He turned back dejectedly and whispered in Natsukawa's ear.

What I'm about to say is his biggest problem right now. It's because of the other party's appearance that he's so eager to approach Xia Chuan again.

"A new English teacher recently joined Teitan High School, which is very suspicious. I suspect she is a mole planted by the Public Security Bureau to find me by monitoring Ran!"

She possesses remarkable reasoning abilities and exceptional fighting skills.

He has calluses on his hands and speaks Japanese with a deliberately distorted pronunciation, even though he could speak it perfectly.

She thought this would allow her to pretend to be a foreigner, but little did she know that her act was full of flaws.

Moreover, Xiaolan told me that she had repeatedly inquired about me at school.

Based on Conan's description, Natsukawa thought of Judith Starling.

But why should I?

The fact that Shinichiro was saved by him has already changed the original plot. In addition, the FBI has been suppressed many times in Japan recently, so the public security should be on high alert.

Could it be true, as Amuro Tooru said, that for some unknown reason, the FBI still managed to enter the country?
Wasn't that just an excuse Amuro Tooru made up to ambush him?

"From what you've said, this woman does seem to have a problem. I'll have someone investigate her."

"Thank you, Natsukawa-nii!"

Conan was overjoyed. Revealing his identity to Natsukawa was definitely the right choice. He was already feeling the rewards even though it had only just begun.

"However, since they could be police officers, the investigation will be conducted very carefully, which will take a long time."

"It's okay, as long as we can find out the other party's identity."

Conan doesn't have high requirements for time. During this period, he will pay a little attention to it and keep up with Natsukawa. Perhaps they can get more accurate information.

"Alright, is there anything else you want to say?" Natsukawa poured Conan a cup of tea. "If not, we can talk about the relationship between restraint and impulsiveness later."

"Uh"

Before Conan could even feel happy for long, he saw Natsukawa stand up. The 1.8-meter-tall Natsukawa standing in front of him exuded a terrifying pressure.

This wasn't murderous intent, nor was it the kind of brewery atmosphere that Ai Haibara could sense; it was simply the oppressive feeling of an adult towards a child.

"Hey, Natsukawa-kun"

“Call me uncle. No matter what, your DNA report tells me that you are at most six years old. I think you should know very well what kind of punishment children this age will receive for being naughty, having early relationships, or causing trouble.”

Conan was about to speak when Natsukawa gave him no chance: "Let's finish our fight first!"

Immediately, the crackling sound complemented the sound of wind and snow, which eased Xia Chuan's mood somewhat.

I've wanted to fight for a long time, but I haven't had the chance. After all, I was pretending to be a good guy before, but now that I don't have to pretend anymore, why should I be polite?

After Conan slumped home, Natsukawa suddenly remembered something and looked up at the white sky.

"Strange, Mr. Mori didn't go out today, so why did the weather change from September to November?"

Xia Chuan was completely baffled and eventually put the question aside.

The venue has already been chosen. Since it was quite suitable, Xia Chuan didn't make too many modifications. Anyway, he had to tell Joel in advance that there were problems here, so doing too much decoration would just be a waste of money. It was better to save some money and put it in his own pocket.

After working so hard for so long, Gin hasn't paid much at all. With that salary level, he's not even considered a white-collar worker, yet he still has to risk his life. No wonder there are so many undercover agents; the codenamed members don't work, and the peripheral members have low IQs.

Xia Chuan mentally complained, then returned to his room, packed the stolen money into a box, put it under his bed, and went to sleep contentedly.

The city's buildings were covered in a thick blanket of snow, and the snow on the rooftops piled up in a neat and orderly fashion, like soft cotton candy.

The ancient clock tower appears even more solemn and majestic in the snow. The hands of the clock move slowly against the backdrop of the snow, as if time itself has been slowed down by the heavy snow.

This is the Ekoda Clock Tower, which was originally supposed to be demolished, but was preserved because of the brothers Shinichi Kudo and Kaito Kid.

The modern skyscrapers nearby, covered in snow, appeared less sharp and more gentle and tranquil.

Xia Chuan was driving, and Yo Er was in the passenger seat. The two of them were completely absorbed in this dreamlike scene.

"It's been a long time since I've gone out to play on a snowy day."

Joel smoothed his sideburns and pulled his felt hat down a little, as the cold wind still managed to get in even inside the enclosed car.

"By the way, should we head over to Anya and Ai's place soon?"

Xia Chuan checked the time and smiled, "It's still early. They won't be leaving until the afternoon. Besides, I did find a really nice restaurant. After we eat, we can go straight to the ski resort to find them." Last night, Xia Chuan finally understood why it had been snowing these past few days.

Judith Sterling's appearance, and Anya's mention of skiing at the ski resort, reminded him of a case related to the main storyline.

Upon further questioning, he learned that the Junior Detective League was indeed going to the ski resort by bus, which confirmed his suspicion that this was the scene where Shuichi Akai made his official debut.

Xia Chuan himself wasn't very interested in this kind of plot.

With Shuichi Akai, Jodie Starling, and Vermouth among the so-called kidnappers, they probably won't be able to cause any trouble.

Even if they were unwilling to expose themselves, dealing with the kidnappers would be a piece of cake.

Unless they want to die with the bomb.

More importantly, today he planned to take Joel "by chance" to the fake winery site.

"We've already passed Jianggutian, where are we going?" Joel asked, slightly puzzled. "It'll be another half hour in this direction to the suburbs."

“A very hidden little restaurant in Okuho-cho 4-chome.”

A dozen minutes later, the GTR finally stopped in front of a simply styled Japanese restaurant.

Pushing open the old-fashioned wooden door, a wooden U-shaped bar came into view, with the chef standing in the middle. He greeted them as they entered.

"welcome."

Looking at the bowing chef, Joel felt like he had seen him somewhere before. Although he was wearing a mask and a hat, his height of less than 1.4 meters was quite rare. Moreover, the corner of the chef's hat revealed curly hair that looked like instant noodles.

"what happened?"

Xia Chuan leaned close to Joel and whispered, "The dishes here are very unique. We'll order their signature dishes later."

"Ok."

Xia Chuan slightly blocked Joel's view, and taking this opportunity, Frank pulled his chef's hat down a little. "Two guests, would you like to order some of our signature dishes?"

He then took out the menu that he had prepared beforehand.

The timing was perfect. The scene had just been temporarily set up, and the renovation workers had just left when Xia Chuan and his companion arrived. It was absolutely perfect.

Joel picked up the menu and looked at it. After a while, he looked up and asked, "Is there only one pork chop rice here?"

Then she looked at Xia Chuan.

"It's precisely because we only make one product that we can achieve such mastery."

"But I think your pork chop rice is delicious, as are your braised pork rice and saury rice."

Joel blinked his big eyes, looking somewhat bewildered.

It took Xia Chuan more than an hour to drive just for a pork chop rice, and she always felt like she was taking a detour.

"It's all here."

"That's right, customer. Don't underestimate our small shop. It's a century-old establishment. In this small town of Okuho, if I say our pork cutlet rice is second, no one dares to say they're first."

Frank wasn't afraid of being exposed at all. Anyway, this place was remote, and Joel would never come back a second time. Even if she couldn't find the place later, he could explain that the old shop had moved to another location. He wasn't worried about being discovered.

Frank pointed to the side window, outside which was a slightly old-looking building. The building's walls were covered with small white tiles, which had turned yellow and black over time.

“When there are still people in the building next door, they buy lunch from us every day, dozens of meals at a time. There are also office workers from the neighborhood. Every lunchtime, the place is packed with people, all coming for the pork chop rice.”

"Huh?" Joel looked at the clock on the wall, a little confused. It was noon, so why was no one there?

"It's normal for there to be fewer people on weekends. There used to be quite a few people on weekends, but after the incident in the office building next door about six months ago, the number of customers gradually decreased."

Xia Chuan nodded inwardly. Frank's combat skills were lacking and his driving was terrible, but he was quite good at gathering intelligence and telling stories, and he immediately created suspense.

Sure enough, Joel, being a woman, immediately brightened up upon hearing the phrase "the incident happened six months ago," and focused intently on waiting for Frank to continue.

Frank chuckled inwardly, but sighed outwardly, appearing like a pitiful boss whose performance had been affected.

"Six months ago, a major incident occurred in this office building. The boss and employees committed suicide by jumping off the building. Several people died in one day, and more than a dozen ambulances came at the time."

Later, I heard from the police that this group was engaged in illegal transactions, and realizing they had been discovered, they committed suicide before being arrested.

Seeing that Joel was listening intently, Frank became even more enthusiastic: "Since then, it hasn't been peaceful here at night. People passing by often see dark shadows falling from the roof, and every now and then they can find the corpses of stray cats."

In short, it's really eerie. I always close early at night because strange crying and wailing sounds start coming from inside the building after 8 PM, and no customers dare to come here for dinner too late.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)