Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

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Conan laughed and complained about himself. Every time he thought about being knocked unconscious by Gin, he felt both angry and amused. If he had been more careful, perhaps none of this mess would have happened.

"By the way, there's one person I'm particularly interested in. Among the FBI agents, there's a man named Shuichi Akai. I suspect that the aura of the Black Organization that Ai Haibara sensed came from him when we were on the bus earlier."

"That little girl who invented the shrinking drug?" Yusaku Kudo asked doubtfully. "Are you worried that Shuichi Akai is a spy for the brewery?"

"No, Ai Haibara has mentioned the name Shuichi Akai before. He used to be an undercover agent at the Black Organization, as evidenced by the fact that Gin was not kind to him at all."

Conan recalled for a moment that the conversation between Gin and Shuichi Akai at the time clearly indicated a deep-seated hatred between them.

"I understand. I'll see if I can investigate the other party for you again."

Kudo Yusaku paused for a moment and said with some concern, "However, I suggest you don't get too close to them for the time being. Perhaps you could try to contact the Public Security Bureau. Given your nationality, it's definitely safer to contact the Public Security Bureau."

Of course, Yusaku Kudo didn't rule out the possibility of his son making his own judgment.

"What are you talking about?"

Suddenly, Natsukawa burst into the scene carrying Anya and Ai Haibara.

“No.” ×2
Since Anya was also there, Conan didn't want to say much: "I'm asking Uncle Kudo for his autograph because I really love his novels, and this design of London from a hundred years ago is absolutely amazing."

"Really? I thought you were talking about Hawaii."

Xia Chuan smiled meaningfully.

Kudo Yusaku smiled slightly: "So Mr. Natsukawa also likes Hawaii? Indeed, you can learn a lot there. If your two daughters are interested, I know some people there who can enroll them in training courses when we travel there."

Xia Chuan looked down at Anya, thinking, "Perhaps it's not such a bad idea!"

Someone like Anya, who knows more skills, is more likely to survive.

"Don't go, don't go!"

At first, Anya showed great interest, but as soon as she heard about studying, she immediately became listless.

Ai Haibara didn't speak. Yusaku Kudo obviously knew her son's identity, so he must know her situation. If she still acted like a child, wouldn't that be very embarrassing?
"By the way, Mr. Xia Chuan, did you already make an agreement with Noah's Ark, using this series of pretexts, with the real purpose of obtaining evidence of Thomas Sindora's tax evasion and crimes?"

Kudo Yusaku narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a forced smile, "But isn't it a bit of putting the cart before the horse to obtain criminal information and evidence of tax evasion through suspicion and without a search warrant?"

really
This is why Natsukawa didn't tell Conan about the plan.

Fathers and sons are the same; you need evidence first, then reasoning, and then waiting for the criminal to confess.

But the world isn't that wonderful; some people are just stubborn as mules.

Moreover, Thomas Sindora is an international friend. If a formal investigation were to take place, they would only hesitate and back down. Those high-ranking officials and dignitaries would protect her with their power and money for their own benefit.

"I'm sorry, this is a special unit, and Thomas Sindora's identity is what it is. Do you think this is acceptable under normal circumstances? Some things require special handling."

Xia Chuan retorted sharply, "Isn't Mr. Kudo the same? To be fair, non-police officers are not qualified to enter the scene and interfere with the case. Moreover, the police should not tell you things about their investigations."

"If we really have to talk about it, we're all pretty much the same. I just have the confidence that comes from being a citizen of a country."

Kudo Yusaku frowned, and an invisible aura rose from both of them.

Conan's lips twitched as he stood in the middle, acting as a peacemaker: "Hehe, alright, alright, Uncle Natsukawa, let's hurry home. Look, Anya is sleepy!"

Anya blinked.

Is she sleepy?

She was getting more and more excited as she listened. Even though her father was involved, she really enjoyed the atmosphere that was about to escalate into a fight!
However, Conan's advice was indeed quite effective. Natsukawa nodded slightly and turned to leave.

Yusaku Kudo probably wanted to put some pressure on him, implying that he was behind Conan.

But what does it matter to Xia Chuan?
Once outside, Xia Chuan peered into the direction of the Porsche 356a explosion.

The car had already been towed away by the fire department, and Gin and vodka seemed to have left as well, leaving only a dark, grimy floor.

"What's wrong?" Ai Haibara asked curiously.

"It's nothing. I just heard that a car exploded outside. It looks like it's been towed away."

Xia Chuan regained his composure and walked towards the GTR.

Inside the car, Joel had been waiting in the passenger seat for quite some time.

The reason why Kenmura Tadahiro was able to come out unnoticed was thanks to her; until half an hour earlier, both Yoel and the other party had been waiting in the car.

Only after the case was basically closed did Natsukawa call Kenmura Tadahira to come out and return to the Metropolitan Police Department with Inspector Megure to give a statement.

Worried about Anya and Ai Haibara, Joel stayed behind to check on the two frightened fawns, disregarding Tadahira Kenmura.

When Kenmura Tadahiro left, he teased her, saying that she was already siding with outsiders even though she wasn't married.

Joel shyly patted his respected uncle on the shoulder, which led Inspector Megure to mistakenly believe that Tadahiro Kenmura had been stabbed in the shoulder by Thomas Cindora when he saw him.

"Auntie Joel~"

As soon as Anya got in the car, she snuggled into Yoel's arms and refused to leave.

It was only at this moment that she truly expressed the grief of Hiroki's complete departure.

From this day forward, Anya will never see her brother again, the one who played with her and grew up with her since childhood.
Although Anya really wanted to keep Noah's Ark, she chose to respect the other party's decision. The next day.

Xia Chuan sat up in bed, feeling refreshed.

I slept incredibly soundly last night, not only because the case was solved, but also because Joel stayed at home overnight, and the faint scent of his fragrance still lingered on the bed.

—It has a sleep-inducing effect.

Xia Chuan got up, sorted out his thoughts, and took a deep breath. A good night's sleep yesterday didn't mean he had nothing to do today. After all, he had the DNA tracking program in hand, and Frank should have finished debugging it overnight.

Next, he will go to the other party's home to see the power of this program.

DNA tracing programs now serve two purposes.

First, the program was modified to become a network signal tracking program to find the gardener's trail.

This is very important. Although Noah's Ark has been secretly protecting Yoel's dark web information, the other party has now self-destructed. Even if the protection program is still there, it will be eliminated by the times because it has not been updated over time.

Before that, he needs to find the gardener and then deal with him.

Secondly, DNA tracing might be useful for Anya to find her biological parents.

Anya is living well with him now, but because of this feeling of family, Xia Chuan feels that he should find Anya's parents. Regardless of whether Anya wants to stay with him or return to her parents, he feels that Anya has the right to know about her origins.

However, he believed in his charm and that Anya would not leave him!
That should be the case.
Xia Chuan stood in front of the mirror and vigorously wiped her face.

"If we find Anya's parents, Anya shouldn't leave me, right?"

"Heh, so it turns out I was actually quite worried deep down."

Xia Chuan was momentarily speechless when a phone call came in.

I checked the number; it was a call from Vodka.

"Hey."

"Tequila, are you free? Come to the base. I'm planning to go on a business trip in the next few days. Do you want to come with me? Anyway, your brother hasn't asked you. Come and relax with me."

"."

Xia Chuan could roughly guess why Vodka wanted to see him.

Yesterday, a Porsche 356a exploded, and this morning Vodka called first thing in the morning. The reason is self-evident.

"I'm sorry, I'm not in Tokyo these days. I had some things to take care of because of two consecutive promotion missions. I need to go and take care of them."

Vodka offered a few more words of advice, but Xia Chuan ignored them completely, not wanting to waste any more time on the car issue.

Regardless of whether Vodka would be disappointed, Xia Chuan hung up the phone.

When we arrived at Frank's house, Frank had just come out of the darkroom.

It's a darkroom for developing photos, not a secret room or anything like that.

Xia Chuan could tell that Frank seemed very happy.

"what are you doing?"

Frank was clearly startled and threw the photo in his hand away.

Xia Chuan took the photo and glanced at it.

The photo was taken at night. In the middle of the picture is a burning car, and next to it is a broken fire hydrant spraying water at the car.

Nearby, a crowd of onlookers had gathered, along with a few people who appeared to be reporters, reporting from behind the flames.

Natsukawa even saw Rena Mizunashi.

"If this photo were shown to Gin, I wonder what his expression would be. Gil's situation would probably become even more marginalized."

Xia Chuan smiled, but after a while he felt bored and shook his head, saying, "You should keep these photos hidden. If Gin finds out one day, he'll probably want to tear you to pieces."

Frank waved his hand dismissively: "What's there to be afraid of? I'm just an intelligence officer. Even if Gin is going crazy, he should be looking for you, the culprit, since you're the one who told me to find the car and detonate it."

"I was lucky, too. When I found the Porsche 356a, Vodka had just gotten out of the car, otherwise I really wouldn't have had a chance to plant the bomb."

"That's because I used a network gateway to send a food-themed MMS to Vodka's phone; otherwise, would you have had that opportunity?"

Xia Chuan waved his hand, skipping the topic, and asked directly, "How's the DNA tracking program going? Can it find Anya's biological parents? Also, can it be modified into a network signal tracking program?"

"Uh"

Frank's expression stiffened, and he pointed to the computer screen: "You should take a look for yourself."

Xia Chuan walked up to the screen to take a look.

The search has clearly been completed; a box pops up in the middle of the screen displaying "Search results not found!"

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)