Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 654 The Daimon Family's Connection to the Case

"No, no, it seems that Natsukawa also just discovered that Daimon Yoshiaki might have a problem. Could it be because Daimon Heavy Industries is related to the brewery, and Daimon Yoshiaki, who appears to have run away from home to run a ritual team, is actually a liaison between Daimon Heavy Industries and the brewery?"

Conan's mind raced.

"The gold still hasn't been found. Suddenly they've brought up a major metalworks company!"

A sudden flash of inspiration struck him, and a thin line ran through his mind, connecting the winery, Damen Ryoro, and Damen Heavy Industries.

There is no smelting facility at the Gold Villa site, so the gold, after being sorted and collected, would certainly not be in a single piece, but rather scattered and fragmented.

The importance of Damen Heavy Industries became immediately apparent!

The distillery likely wanted to use Damon Industries' smelter to refine the gold for easier trading and transport!
Once this idea takes hold, it inevitably dominates Conan's entire thought process.

Anya was completely focused on Conan, and upon hearing his thoughts, her mind clearly went blank.

Even she, who knew the inside story, found Conan's guess incredibly true, as if it were the answer.

"Hehe, I think I haven't let my father down, and I've even gotten some benefits in the process."

Anya was overjoyed to have gained an advantage by misleading Conan's thoughts, and her gaze towards Conan carried a hint of satisfaction.

Perhaps we can do that next time.

"Conan, Anya, come here quickly! President Daimon said he's going to take us to see the family heirloom!"

Ran's voice pulled the two back to reality. Conan straightened his collar slightly, revealing a confident smile, and looked at the two men from the Daimon family with a mysterious gaze, as if he was plotting something.

Anya didn't have many thoughts on it; when she heard there was something to see, she eagerly went over.

Passing through the frozen artificial hill and stream, you'll find Daimon Haraichiro's private room.

At his age, he no longer sleeps with his wife, but in this separate room.

"My wife is very annoying, and Yishu, who is Lianglang's older brother, often argues with his wife. Only in this separate room can I catch my breath a little."

Pushing open the door and feeling the temperature inside, Daimon Haraichiro took a deep breath, as if a person who had been bound had finally had a moment to breathe and be freed.

"Hmph, you think I'm annoying? I'm here every day praying for you and atoning for your sins in front of Okawa Hideyuki's armor."

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see an elderly woman with white hair kneeling in the room, facing the Japanese samurai armor opposite the door.

She placed a pair of white samurai socks in front of the armor before standing up. Her gaze toward Daimon Haraichiro was calm and even contained a hint of dislike deep within her eyes.

In fact, this is the case in most wealthy Japanese families as couples get older, so no one finds it strange, except that it makes Ichiro Daimon a little embarrassed.

This guy is pretty miserable. His children are disobedient, and his wife doesn't seem to care much about him.

"What era are we living in? You still believe in these superstitious things. I bet Lianglang was someone you specially invited here, wasn't he? Instead of properly inheriting the family business, he's been influenced by your ignorance. The reason he's ended up like this is all thanks to you, his mother!"

Xia Chuan couldn't get involved in the family argument, so his attention was entirely focused on the armor.

According to Daimon Hara Ichiro, this armor was the last armor worn by the Sengoku period warlord Okinawa Hidetomo before his death. It was of great value to the village and to history, and it was also his favorite family heirloom, to the point that he almost slept with it.

However, this was not something that Xia Chuan cared about.

He was more interested in Anya and what she said.

This armor is related to the gold heist!
To be precise, the relationship hasn't been established yet; it's just a possibility.

And the source of this information is Yoshiaki Daimon, who brought them here! From Anya's perspective, Yoshiaki Daimon is connected to the Gold Heist.

Anya is unsure of the specifics, whether she didn't hear clearly or didn't express herself clearly, but it's certain that there's a connection.

This suit of armor seems to have caught the eye of Yoshiaki Daimon, who sees it as a crucial step in transporting gold.

Xia Chuan stepped forward to touch him, but stopped as soon as he made his move. After all, Daimon Hara Ichiro was still alive, so he should refrain from making any rash moves and be polite.

Yes, Ichiro Daimon is going to die.

This information didn't come from Anya; it was just a deduction based on the relationship between Daimonhara Ichiro and his family, plus the presence of the Grim Reaper duo. If he didn't die, it would be a real shame for his admiration for Mouri Kogoro.

Just now, Daimon Ichiro was saying that he couldn't bear to see Kogoro Mouri solve cases.

All Xia Chuan could say was that although Mr. Daimon could not see it, his act of using himself as bait was truly righteous!
The elderly couple's conversation was not pleasant, but Kogoro Mouri and his companions pretended not to see it, only revealing excited looks after Ichiro Daimonhara's wife left.

"Is this the armor worn by the main character of the sacrificial ceremony, Hideyuki Okawa?"

"If I could drink and eat meat in front of this armor, I would surely be as full of heroic spirit as he was back then," Kogoro Mori laughed loudly.

"father!"

Xiao Lan rolled her eyes. It was so rude of her to say such things. Even if someone wanted to drink, the guest shouldn't bring it up themselves.

But there was nothing he could do; Kogoro Mouri was a drunkard.

"Yeah, it'll definitely be great!" Conan chimed in.

"Conan, how can you be like this too!"

"Haha, this kid is so sensible!" Kogoro Mouri slapped Conan on the shoulder.

“Mr. Mori is absolutely right. Let’s have a good drink today. I’ll bring out my treasured Yukimi sake, and Mr. Mori, please tell me about the case you solved.”

"what!?"

Kogoro Mouri paused for a moment, thinking to himself that he always solved cases in his dreams and had no memory of them when he woke up.

The details were all told to him by Ran and Inspector Megure. If he were to tell the story himself, he would only embellish and exaggerate!
"Don't worry, I guarantee Mr. Gate will be satisfied!"

Kogoro Mouri patted his chest, glanced at Natsukawa out of the corner of his eye, and was about to recommend Natsukawa to Ichiro Daimon when he saw Natsukawa gently shake his head.

Almost forgot.

Kogoro Mouri then remembered that Natsukawa had told him not to reveal his identity, and when they introduced him before, he had only said that Natsukawa was his assistant.

Since that's the case, let's leave aside the cases that Natsukawa solved and focus on Kogoro Mouri today!

"Then Mr. Mori, rest assured, I guarantee you'll be satisfied with my Yukimi Sake!"

After reaching a consensus, the two sides began to talk directly in the living room of this side room.

The maid, Hojo Hatsuho, quickly brought over the snacks to go with the drinks. Also present were Daimon Kazuki, the eldest son of the Daimon family, and his wife, Daimon Kayoko.

"Father, did you look at the financial statement from this evening? If there are no problems, I will go and instruct the finance department to carry out their work according to the statement tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)