Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 653 Bribing Anya

Natsukawa didn't want to comment on other people's family affairs, but he was very interested in Daimon Yoshiaki's purpose in returning home.

The thoughts Anya heard in his mind were completely different from what he was saying now!

Perhaps it's true that he hates his father and older brother, but his unwillingness to inherit Daimon Heavy Industries is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Is his current behavior perhaps a prelude to his murder?
Unfortunately, he was unaware that the person he had invited was the famous Kogoro Mouri of Tokyo, thus unwittingly throwing himself into the vortex.

Daimon House is a standard Japanese-style house, occupying a considerable area. The entire building is enclosed by a wall, and inside it has an L-shaped layout. At the opposite corner of the L, there is a separate wing room.

The central courtyard was covered with snow, the pool was frozen solid, and the frost formed by the artificial hill and flowing water reflected a thin glow in the dim light.

Led by the nanny, Hatsuho Hojo, the group arrived at the front hall and met the head of the Daimon family.

Ichiro Daimon sat in the main seat like a samurai, brewing tea. When he noticed that the nanny had brought a group of people, his face immediately darkened. However, when he saw that his son, whom he hadn't seen for five years, was among the newcomers, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"You've finally decided to come home."

“I was the one who took on this sacrificial ceremony. Now that the ceremony is over, I’ve come to collect the final payment from the gatekeeper.”

Yoshiro Daimon remained expressionless, and after speaking, he gave Ichiro Daimon a provocative look.

Ichiro Daimon didn't respond, but carefully observed the others.

Besides his son, he has two other children, a high school student, and two adults.

He felt like he'd seen the oldest man with a small mustache somewhere before.

The nanny came to his side and spoke softly, and then a smug smile immediately appeared on Daimon Hara Ichiro's face.

"Are you Detective Mori? I'm a big fan of yours. I never expected you to come to our house as a guest. It's truly an honor."

"Not at all, it's my honor to be a guest at your home."

Ichiro Daimon's smile seemed genuine. He excitedly stood up and shook hands with Kogoro Mouri, then invited the others to sit down.

It's too early to be happy.
Xia Chuan shook his head inwardly, feeling sorry for Daimon Hara Ichiro.

He may genuinely admire Kogoro Mouri, but Kogoro Mouri's visit doesn't necessarily mean something good.

"The Daimon family's Daimon Heavy Industries is a pillar of the nation. It is an honor to meet them today. The president is still vigorous and strong despite his age. As soon as he entered, I saw his imposing aura, like a general on the battlefield, not to be looked at directly!"

"Mr. Mori, you're too kind. Hojo just explained the situation. Since you can't find a suitable guesthouse, why don't you stay at my place for the time being? I'll show you the heirloom of my Daimon family later, so Mr. Mori's trip won't be in vain!"

"Thank you so much. I've long heard that the Da family has a long history, and their family heirlooms must be precious treasures. It's my good fortune to see them."

When it comes to pleasantries, Kogoro Mouri is equally adept, immediately becoming friendly and smiling with the president of Daimon Heavy Industries.

"Oh, by the way, this is my good friend."

Kogoro Mouri politely introduced Natsukawa and his companion, then introduced his daughter, and emphasized that Conan was staying at his house.

Conan's deadpan expression nearly flipped out of his head, but he quickly forgot about it and went to Natsukawa's side to whisper, "Natsukawa-nii, can you tell me now? What is your real purpose in coming to Xiuyou Village?"

"Didn't I tell you? It's for Daimon Heavy Industries."

Conan shook his head slightly, his eyes solemn: "Impossible. I know your personality. If you came for the Daimon family, you should have recognized Daimon Yoshiro when he greeted you earlier."

"Is this about the aftermath of Torata Eita's case? What exactly did the police discover?"

It must be said that Conan's intelligence is on point; he discovered Natsukawa's minor flaw.

“I did come here for Daimon Heavy Industries. As you just heard, Yoshiaki Daimon hasn’t been home for five years. It has nothing to do with Daimon Heavy Industries. We’re investigating the taxes. Why would we pay attention to someone who hasn’t been home for five years?”

"No, no." Conan shook his head in denial, but before he could say anything more, he noticed that Natsukawa had already distanced himself from him, with Anya standing between them.

Anya blinked her big eyes at Conan, her innocent and adorable expression seeming to ask when Conan would give her some delicious peanuts.

Unable to get rid of Natsukawa, Conan decided to target Anya: "Ania, tell me what Natsukawa's purpose is in coming here, and I'll give you a bag of fried peanuts later."

The word "peanut" echoed repeatedly in Anya's mind like a resounding bell.

"really?"

"real."

"But do you think I would betray my father for a bag of fried peanuts?"

Sure enough there is a problem!
Conan's eyes lit up, and he said with a righteous expression, "This is also for your own good. Uncle Natsukawa hiding the secret like this might bring you danger. After you tell me, we can analyze the situation, determine the level of danger, and then ask Uncle Kogoro for help as appropriate. That will definitely solve the problem faster."

Anya shook her head; that wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"Don't you want to help Uncle Natsukawa?" Conan asked gradually. "Tell me secretly, and then we can make a plan to help Uncle Natsukawa ourselves."

Although she was somewhat tempted, who was Anya? How could she possibly give in just because of a mere bag of fried peanuts?

"Two packs!"

Seeing that Anya was already interested, Conan added, "Two bags of fried peanuts, and I can even secretly buy you some really sweet cocoa!"

"make a deal!"

Anya happily agreed.

"Tell me quickly."

The two went to a secluded corner and started chatting quietly.

“That guy named Yoshiaki Daimon is suspicious, and he’s connected to the case Father is investigating.”

"What do you mean?"

Conan was clueless. Based on his reasoning and Natsukawa's behavior just now, Natsukawa shouldn't know about Daimon Yoshiaki, let alone investigate him.

You didn't frame me, did you?

Conan stared at Anya suspiciously for several moments.

Anya stood tall and proud. Although her statement was slightly inaccurate, it was only a tiny bit. Yoshiro Daimon was indeed related to what his father was investigating, but it wasn't related to Daimon Heavy Industries' taxes.

Of course, she couldn't tell Conan about the investigation into the gold heist; those were the only things she could tell him to win people over.

She couldn't explain why her father had brought her along to the investigation related to the winery.

So, I'll just say a few words, and leave the rest to Conan's imagination.

Sure enough, Conan raised his chin, lowered his head, and began to think.

"why?"

"Yoshiro Daimon is the head of the ritual troupe, while Ichiro Daimon is the president of Daimon Heavy Industries. Yoshiro Daimon's ritual troupe shouldn't have tax issues, and he can't be involved in Daimon Heavy Industries' taxes."

After thinking for a long time, Conan still couldn't understand Natsukawa's purpose in investigating Daimon Yoshio.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)