Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 657 The Ruthless Yoshiaki Daimon

The dark figure on the rooftop was Xia Chuan. He shook his head slightly upon hearing their conversation. These people weren't very vigilant; they were actually discussing gold at this particular moment, which allowed him to confirm their suspicions.

"Once we kill all these people today, we can take over the Daimon Heavy Industries. Speaking of which, Lord Ryoro is ruthless."

No one responded. They were clearly terrified by Yoshiro Daimon's actions. After all, these were his parents, brother, and sister-in-law. How could Yoshiro Daimon intend to kill them all? What kind of deep hatred must he have harbored?

Xia Chuan was also taken aback. He knew that Daimon Yoshiaki would definitely make a move, but he didn't expect that he would actually want to raid his house.

Although Daimon Heavy Industries is not considered a national heavy industry and cannot compare with the top heavy industry companies in the country, it still carries considerable weight in Tokyo. Karasuma Renya's willingness to agree to such actions suggests that he intends to do something through Daimon Heavy Industries.

Apart from a few key heavy industry companies, most Japanese companies do not have the authority to manufacture firearms, but they can do so secretly.

In this era, firearms were not difficult to produce once the blueprints were available, and the preparation of raw materials was also much simpler. Perhaps Karasuma Renya intended to turn Daimon Heavy Industries into the weapons workshop of the brewery.

Upon receiving this information, Xia Chuan's expression darkened.

His plans might need to be adjusted. The Daimon family members could die, but Daimon Heavy Industries absolutely could not fall into the hands of the brewery. Otherwise, given Gin's personality, the subsequent confrontations would only become more and more dangerous.

Ordinary firearms and ammunition are not a concern, but weapons of mass destruction such as RPGs, helicopters, and tactical bombs must not be allowed to reach the brewery.

We cannot allow the distillery to have the ability to go down with them!
After leaving a listening device on the roof, Xia Chuan returned to his room.

"Does it take you this long to smoke a cigarette?"

Yoshiaki Daimon asked curiously.

Xia Chuan just smiled slightly: "There's nothing I can do. I suddenly got a phone call. Mr. Mori has another request. I probably won't have time to go to the hot springs tomorrow. I have to go back right away."

It turned out to be the case.

Yoshiaki Daimon breathed a slight sigh of relief. He had thought his plans had been discovered since Natsukawa had been gone for so long without returning.

Conan also breathed a sigh of relief. If Natsukawa hadn't returned soon, he probably wouldn't have been able to stop Daimon Yoshiaki from going out to look for him.

"Xia Chuan-ge, how is it?"

"That's another matter. Can you tell me what happened to Anya?"

At this moment, Anya, wearing Hideyuki Okawa's armor, was standing on the table dancing a raucous dance. Kogoro Mouri and Ichiro Daimon, who regarded the armor as a family heirloom, were both flushed and raising their wine glasses to cheer Anya on.

Ha ha
Conan was also embarrassed. He originally thought he could trick Anya into eating a meal, but he didn't expect that these two drunkards had no aesthetic sense at all. They were actually amused by Anya and laughed loudly.

Fortunately, he had already preserved video footage, and he could later use the unflattering photos to replace all the tainted videos Anya had stored about herself.

"Wow, Father, you're back! Come dance with Anya! I'm amazing!"

Xia Chuan's lips twitched, and he slapped Conan's shoulder hard. "Ania is in your hands now. Keep her normal, or you won't get any information from me."

"Xiao Lan, I think it's about time."

"Oh, okay." Xiaolan glanced at her father worriedly, then nodded in agreement.

“Mr. Yoshiro, it’s already very late, and we have to rush back to Tokyo tomorrow, so I’m afraid you should go to bed early.”

Yoshiro Daimon couldn't be happier and nodded repeatedly. Even if Natsukawa hadn't spoken, he was planning to stop him. After a satisfying meal, it was time to get going.

From an angle unseen by others, his gaze gradually turned cold, and as he glanced at his father, his eyes were filled with an unwavering killing intent. Even Natsukawa and Kogoro Mouri were on his judgment list.

That's right, that's why he invited Xia Chuan and his group over.

At first, he hadn't expected to call a detective to his house, but it didn't matter; they were all going to die here anyway. With so many people, he could create the illusion that they had died in a fire caused by drunkenness.

He originally planned to take direct action and stage a robbery to commit murder, but that would be too risky. After hearing Kogoro Mouri's words at the festival, he remembered this new plan.

The messy banquet scene was quickly cleaned up by the maid, Hojo Hatsuho.

The rest of the people gradually returned to their rooms.

After confirming that everyone, including the maids, had returned to their rooms, Yoshiaki Daimon nodded in satisfaction and headed towards his own room.

Pushing open the door, the three members of the ritual team immediately turned to look at them. Their expressions were hostile, and they would rush up to subdue anyone who didn't enter the room.

"Lord Yoshiro!"

Only after confirming that it was a well-maintained gate did the three of them feel relieved.

One of them asked, "Are we about to take action? The heavy snow is perfect for faking a fire caused by heating."

"Hmm?" Yoshiro Daimon tilted his head, casting a cold glance at him. "Just wait for my notification. Why all the questions?"

Faced with a man who wouldn't even spare his own father, the three could only swallow their saliva and shrink back.

Occasionally, team members are killed, not because of accidents during missions, but because they are executed by Yoshiaki Daimon!
The reason is that these people have their own ideas and cannot strictly and completely implement Yoshiaki Daimon's will; they do not want to be one of them.

"They haven't fully rested yet; they're making arrangements first, and then they'll start working in an hour."

After saying that, he gave the crowd a cold look. "Haste makes waste. Don't mess up my plans, or you'll regret it."

"By the way, have you found out where Ichiro Daimonhara's will is?"

One of them nodded and replied, "We've already received it. Daimon Ichiro's will is in the hands of a lawyer in Tokyo. We've already replaced it in advance as you instructed. Even if Daimon Ichiro hadn't died, he wouldn't have been able to inherit such a large fortune."

Yoshiaki Daimon's plan was meticulous, and he almost completely patched up any possible loopholes.

He was not only trying to prevent his older brother from interfering with the will, but mainly because he was afraid that his father would cause trouble.

He knew his father well, and to prevent his son from harming him, he might stage an "accidental" death and donate the entire company to disgust his son.

Now, everything is ready; it's just a matter of time.

Their conversation reached Xia Chuan's ears.

With an hour to go before Daimon Yoshiaki makes his move, Natsukawa feels he can't just sit around doing nothing.

Xia Chuan left the gatehouse as quickly as possible and hurried to the village's guesthouse.

Conan was left behind.

After receiving Natsukawa's explanation, Conan also learned some of the details, at least knowing that this batch of gold was related to Yoshiaki Daimon.

Moreover, Yoshiaki Daimon seems to be planning to usurp the throne.

An hour is enough time for Conan to make many preparations, at least enough to ensure the safety of himself and his group.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)