Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 567 The pointer is lost!?
Behind them, an old man's face was covered with age spots, two tubes were inserted into his nose, and an IV drip was inserted into his hand, which was resting on the cushion.

His body looked incredibly weak, as if opening his eyelids had exhausted all his strength.

"Has his condition not improved? Is there no progress in Rum's research?"

In Gin's view, Sherry was definitely not the only candidate to study APTX4869. She was also carrying on the experience of her predecessors. Since the experience had been recorded by the organization, anyone else could get the same results.

The current situation only proves that Rum, that good-for-nothing, has no one he can use.

"That kind of drug, as expected, can only be developed by scholars; others simply cannot."

Karasuma Renya closed his eyes and sighed. Breaking up with the scholar was the biggest mistake of his life.

Gin didn't say anything; there was really no way to comfort him, and besides, he didn't have that skill.

“I don’t have much time left, but what happened at Twilight Villa makes me think that the scholar may not be dead yet.”

"When did the scholar die? How come I didn't know?"

Gin was clearly taken aback, and the question slipped out.

Then, realizing he had overstepped his bounds, he quickly apologized.

"They might have died before, but they might still be alive now."

Karasuma Renya didn't say much, but a shrewd glint suddenly flashed in his lifeless eyes: "I have already informed Rum that Curaçao will arrive in Nagano today, as will Ireland and Arak."

"Bring Kiel over too, I'll feel more at ease if there are more people."

Gin was surprised by how much Karasuma Renya valued this operation; both Curacao and Arak were among the organization's top combatants.

Curaçao is Rum's man, while Arak is more like a professional assassin who only kills for the organization, and he hasn't seen him for several years.

That guy is alright, at least not like Binga who's with Rum.

The name Ireland made Gin frown slightly, but since it was the boss's arrangement, he couldn't say anything.

"I understand. I'll go back and meet up with Calvados first, and then I'll let you know what's going on in the annex."

Xia Chuan had already returned to the villa.

He was unaware that Karasuma Renya had linked this matter with scholars.

However, it's not entirely unrelated.

Anya and Joel are both creations of scholars.

"Father, I just helped Kaito successfully dispel Aunt Yole's suspicions!"

"What do you mean?"

As soon as Xia Chuan arrived at the annex, Anya came over, hands on her hips, showing off her accomplishments.

Kaito, still bearing Kogoro Mouri's face, now wore a wry smile: "Ania really knows me?"

It turned out that during the time Xia Chuan was away, Joel suddenly had a whim and wanted to discuss with him whether or not to tell Yuri about this matter.

Caught off guard, Kaito didn't know how to answer, and then Yoel noticed something was off.

Fortunately, Anya intervened at that moment and took Kaito away.

"That's how it is. You'd better go and deal with it." Kaito hurriedly left, but as soon as he turned around, he suddenly stopped and said, "I won't pretend next time, it's too much trouble."

Xia Chuan waved his hand, glanced at Conan and Amuro Tooru, and found that the two were no longer in the living room.

After Anya explained, he learned that the two of them seemed to have discovered something while chatting with Hakuba Saguru, and were now thoroughly inspecting the villa.

Back in his room, Joel sat near the window, his hands resting on the table, lost in thought.

"I heard you're going to tell Yuri about this?"

Joel turned his head, frowned, paused for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Who was that person just now?"

"A friend, I just went out for a bit."

"Have they discovered Karasuma Renya's whereabouts?" Joel immediately became interested, putting aside the unpleasantness caused by the fake Natsukawa.

"It's highly likely; he's probably taken the bait."

Joel nodded and stopped asking questions. He then said, "So should we tell Yuri about this? After all, it's to avenge Uncle Kenmura. Yuri is an adult now, and I think there are some things we should tell him."

"I think it's better not to."

Xia Chuan shook his head and continued, "Yuri won't listen to me. If he finds out, he'll definitely come over. Not only will it be difficult to explain to my work, but he might also affect the progress of the plan. Besides, he's just a Ministry of Foreign Affairs employee; he won't be of much help."

Xia Chuan didn't want Yuri to interfere. If Karasuma Renya was taken away by the Public Security Bureau, there were some things he wouldn't be able to know.

For example, his relationship with scholars, and his relationship with people like Gin.

He had a great deal of curiosity about Karasuma Renya.

"Too."

Joel nodded slightly and gave a forced smile.

"Father, Aunt Joel, something terrible has happened—"

Anya's voice came all the way from the corridor to the door, where she knocked loudly.

Xia Chuan opened the door and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Conan has found the correct answer!"

"So fast?"

Xia Chuan was slightly surprised. Sure enough, without him misleading them for a moment, these guys found the answer. They were cheating!

Forty years ago, Karasuma Renya spent half a year and dozens of intelligent people trying to solve the problem.

Upon entering the living room, Amuro Tooru, Vodka, Conan, Kaito, Hakuba Saguru, and the maid Ishihara were already present.

Where is Ikumi Gunta?

“She has a high fever and is still sleeping,” the maid, Ishihara, replied. “Is that so?” Natsukawa nodded, then turned to the others: “I heard you’ve already deciphered the code.”

strangeness.

Xia Chuan scratched his head, looking at the expressions of Conan and his friends. These didn't seem like expressions of solving the mystery; they looked so heavy.

"really."

Conan looked up at Natsukawa and then explained, "Karasu Renya's mother mentioned that the first sentence of the secret code confirms that the treasure in the annex is closely related to the word 'time'!"

"Within the villa, the only thing related to time is a clock, and we just checked again. The restaurant is the only place in the entire villa with a single clock!"

"Then what are we waiting for?" Xia Chuan looked at the group with a puzzled expression. "Now that we've found the answer, why are you all sitting here with such troubled expressions?"

Conan: "."

"Eh"

He sighed, shook his head, and sat down again to rest with his eyes closed.

Others were either deep in thought or, like Vodka, standing in a corner smoking.

"The two comrades are missing."

"What do you mean?" Natsukawa looked at Kaito, wondering what he meant.

A few minutes later, Xia Chuan stood in the restaurant, staring wide-eyed at the clock with an empty dial, devoid of hour and minute hands.

Strange, I remember the hands were still on when we were eating last night.

Did someone take it after dinner?
"I remember the pointer was still there last night, should we check the security footage?"

Xia Chuan pointed to the camera clipped to the art lamp.

“We’ve found the monitoring room.” Amuro Tooru shook his head, puzzled. “But we don’t know who cut all the monitoring signal cables.”

"Uncle Natsukawa, do you think it's possible that there are other people inside the villa?" Conan asked Natsukawa seriously.

The hall fell silent. Xia Chuan was also puzzled and lit a cigarette for himself.

Anya touched her head, her beady eyes darting around, too shy to speak.

She used the two pointers as chisels to pry open the wall bricks. She didn't expect them to be so soft. After a couple of taps, the wall wasn't damaged, but the pointers were reduced to two lumps.
She's hiding it in the tool shed now.
If Father is so capable, surely he must have other methods?
Let's not tell Father. Conan is smart, and so are Uncle Yuri's colleagues. Everyone's so clever, there must be another way.
Anya glanced at the crowd, silently took a step back, whistled, and rolled her eyes.

"Ania, are you alright?" Joel noticed Anya's unusual behavior and asked.

Anya waved her hand to indicate that everything was alright, and then ran away in a flash.

"I have an idea."

Everyone turned to look at the sound, eager to know what Xia Chuan's solution was.

"If the clock has a mechanism, even without the hour and minute hands, we can take it apart and see what mechanism is inside."

"But that clock looks like it's welded to the wall."

The group returned to the restaurant, and Conan tugged hard: "See, I actually tried it at the beginning, and it was by trying it that I was able to confirm that the clock was the key to solving the mystery."

The riddle is actually to set the two hands to exactly twelve o'clock, then turn the minute hand 13° to the left, then 12° to the left, and finally 11° to the right.

Everything is ready now, except for the pointer.

Xia Chuan did not answer, but instead asked the maid Ishihara to bring the toolbox and find the "-" screwdriver inside.

Without any hesitation, he poked directly at the corner of the clock face.

"Hey! This belongs to someone else. You'll cause trouble if you do this," Hakuba Saguru warned.

Xia Chuan smiled but didn't say anything.

Should I seek compensation from myself?
"Wait a minute, this clock face is actually made of gold!"

Conan suddenly noticed something unusual about the clock face with the corner poked in it; the paint was damaged, revealing a golden sheen inside.

Because it was indoors and the outer casing was very fine, isolating it from the air, the gold was not corroded and remained brilliant and lustrous.

Amuro Tooru strode closer, stared at the clock face, and his expression changed slightly.

The treasure, the gold in the clock tower, the clock made of gold, plus his knowledge of the Karasuma family—a powerful and influential family that must have accumulated a large amount of gold over the centuries—all contributed to his success.

Based on this assumption, the treasure is most likely gold.

Where could so much gold be?
Amuro Tooru looked down at the clock, his gaze falling on the fireplace.

Perhaps a large amount of gold is buried beneath the furnace.

The mechanism to unlock the gold is on this clock, and the fact that it can't be broken off speaks volumes.

"Mr. Mogi, what are you going to do?"

Amuro Tooru suddenly stepped on the stove with one foot, pressed the other foot against the wall, grabbed the edge of the clock with both hands, and pulled it outward with force.

Although this approach is rather unreliable, with no needles available, perhaps we have no choice but to take it one step at a time.

However, no matter how hard Amuro Tooru tried, the clock did not budge an inch.

"Let me do it."

Natsukawa patted Amuro Tooru on the shoulder and raised the screwdriver to wring it a few more times.

Conan was sweating profusely. He was supposed to be a detective, so why did he always resort to violence when solving mysteries? Just then, he remembered that perhaps he could find the pivot on the clock and achieve his goal by turning the pivot.

现在
Good heavens, the clock axis has been knocked off.

Seriously, you're kidding me!

(Begging for monthly votes by banging my head on the ground under the moonlight)

(End of this chapter)