Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

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Running through the white snow, the snowflakes didn't stick to us, and we quickly found the guesthouse where the sacrificial team was staying.

Most guesthouses had already turned off their lights by this time, and only the ritual team was waiting for news of a clear sky, reluctant to go to sleep.

This is an independent guesthouse; the owner does not live here, only the ritual group lives here alone.

Xia Chuan did not rush to show himself, but first inspected the vehicles of the sacrificial group in the courtyard.

Yoshiaki Daimon was a master planner; he even left people inside the vans, which also indirectly proves that there was a big problem with these vans.

Xia Chuan easily knocked out the people left in the car and quietly began his inspection.

There were three vans in total, filled with various sacrificial garments and props. Two of the vans were almost completely filled with these props.

The focus is on the third vehicle. The third vehicle has very little stuff inside; most of it consists of lighting equipment used for the performance.

Recalling the total amount of lighting used in the previous sacrificial performance, Xia Chuan quickly discovered the problem.

There are too many audio-visual equipment boxes; at least seven or eight more.

The downward curvature of the van's shock absorber springs was also incorrect, clearly indicating that there were heavy objects inside.

After opening seven or eight black boxes in succession, Xia Chuan was immediately blinded by the golden light emanating from them.

Yes, this is the batch.

Each piece of gold was a thin sheet, covered with plaster and dents, scattered and messy, yet filling the entire black box.

Having confirmed this, Xia Chuan had no further intention of opening the box. He took out his phone to call Frank and then immediately closed the car door.

"Swish, swish, swish"

Xia Chuan suddenly heard the sound of an electric microphone coming from the driver's seat of the car.

"Shiye, how's the situation on your end?"

Oh no, they're contacting us every now and then to check if we're safe!
Realizing that this was a highly disciplined criminal gang, Xia Chuan did not panic, but he also did not try to make contact.

Because the person was knocked unconscious so quickly, Xia Chuan didn't recognize the other person's voice and couldn't even imitate it.

However, this does not mean there is no way out.

There's no response, and these people probably won't confirm the issue immediately; someone will likely come out and check.

Xia Chuan memorized the voice on the radio, then straightened the person who had fainted in the car, waiting for the next unlucky one to arrive.

There was no reply, and the radio went quiet for a moment, as if the person inside had realized something was wrong.

They called out twice more, but to no avail. The people inside the guesthouse could no longer contain themselves.

The Japanese-style door was pushed open, and a dim light illuminated the area in front of it.

A man wearing a gray kimono came out.

He approached step by step, one hand behind his back, and slowly came to the van.

The wind and snow continued, the loose kimono flapped loudly in the wind, and the cold air seeped into the body through the collar and cuffs, but the person didn't even dare to shiver.

"Snoring. Snoring"

He had just placed his hand on the car door handle when he heard a soft snoring sound coming from inside the car.

"Damn it, what time is it? How dare you sleep while on guard duty? Don't you want to die?"

Hearing the snoring, the man finally felt relieved.

"Shanghe, what happened? What's going on with Shiye?"

"It's alright, this idiot is asleep, snoring so loudly that even the radio is drowned out."

"I woke him up. You all stay in the room and wait for Lord Lianglang's instructions. Be ready to provide support in case of any unexpected events."

"understood."

The radio call ended, and just as the man named Shanghe was about to open the car door, he suddenly saw a blurry figure reflected in the car window behind him.

not good!

The man named Shanghe's eyes widened. He was about to shout to warn his teammates when his mouth was covered, and he could no longer feel his arm. The walkie-talkie fell into the snow with a "whoosh," and with a "crack," his eyes lost focus, no longer able to feel the biting cold.

The person who made the move was Xia Chuan. He gently pushed the other person into another van, and then picked up the walkie-talkie from the ground.

A steady snore came through the walkie-talkie, followed by Shang He's still-shaken voice.

"This guy doesn't care about our safety at all. I'll tell Lord Lianglang later and he'll be in big trouble."

"Hahaha, this guy often does this, but this time he really went too far. He knows he's guarding the most important gold, yet he still dares to do this. If the group behind us finds out, even Lord Lianglang won't be able to protect him."

Through the conversation, Natsukawa discovered that this group of people did not seem to be members of the brewery; perhaps only Yoshiaki Daimon was a member.

This would improve the level of confidentiality.

The radio was turned off, and a pistol and a silencer were found on the two men.

Xia Chuan didn't know how many people were in the room, but judging from the previous ritual, there should be about ten.

Three people from the main gate went there, and two were dealt with just now, leaving five people in the room.

Five robbers with average vigilance were not a problem for Xia Chuan.

"Should we leave one alive to question him?"

This is what Xia Chuan is thinking about.

After a long while, he still shook his head.

No need.

From the conversation just now, it's clear that these people don't have much contact with the brewery. Rather than that, they might as well target Yoshiaki Daimon.

The only problem is how to take the person away in front of Conan, which is a big problem.

He rolled up his sleeves, checked the pistol magazine, and installed the silencer.

The guesthouse was quite large, but the five people who were there all stayed in the living room.

In fact, the person who came out to check the situation was originally in the living room as well.

"Strange, Shanghe has been gone for so long, why hasn't he come back yet? Even if Shiye is a heavy sleeper, he shouldn't be so hard to wake up."

"Is something wrong?" someone asked.

"Those two are mercenaries after all; it's impossible to deal with them without making a sound."

That's what they said, but all five people present felt uneasy.

Robbery is dangerous enough, but it involves so much gold.

When they were carrying out the robbery and saw boxes of gold, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; Yoshiaki Daimon hadn't told them there was so much.

If you tell them, they might not dare to take action.

Fortunately, a day passed without any action from the police, and the robbery seemed to have been forced to disappear without a trace, as if an invisible hand had covered it up.

Perhaps their plan is too perfect, but in any case, we still cannot let our guard down.

"Should I go out and take a look?" one of them tentatively asked.

The others exchanged glances, all somewhat tempted.

"No, if something really happens, you'll just be throwing your life away if you go out alone."

"We can't just stand here and do nothing, can we? Besides, we have pistols!"

"Never mind, let's go out together, just to be on the safe side."

This is the best approach right now, as it requires everyone's agreement.

Even the slightest oddity triggers their vigilance—that's discipline! And that's also the reason they've survived this long.

(End of this chapter)