Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 660 A Foolish Invitation

"Names aren't really that important anymore, are they?"

"Indeed. As expected of Mr. Mori's assistant, what did you discover?"

After saying that, Yoshiaki Daimon shook his head with a smile, "Never mind, it doesn't really matter what we're called anyway, we won't survive tonight, we'll all be turned into charcoal."

With a wave of his hand, Daimon Yoshiaki summoned two men who came up and stood to the left and right of Natsukawa.

"What does it mean?"

"I have a question for Mr. Xia Chuan. I hope you can answer it truthfully, otherwise the consequences will be severe."

Yoshiaki Daimon bent down and fiddled with his pistol, removing the magazine and throwing one of the bullets in front of Natsukawa.

Seeing Natsukawa catch the bullet, Yoshiro Daimon smiled with satisfaction. "As Detective Mouri's assistant, you should be able to tell, right?"

"Yes, it's not a blank, it's live ammunition!"

Yoshiaki Daimon nodded in satisfaction and began to ask, "Did you just leave here?"

"Yes!" Xia Chuan did not hide anything.

"Then why did you come back?"

Yoshiro Daimon was very puzzled. He could understand running away when he found something was wrong, but what was going on with running out and coming back? Did he think it was too cold outside?
"Have you already called the police?"

"So that's why Mr. Lianglang went to all this trouble."

Natsukawa's casualness made Daimon Ryosuke frown slightly, his expression turning unfriendly. "Answer my question, or the bullet will pierce your forehead and come out from the back of your head. The sight of blood and brains splattering everywhere... tsk tsk tsk, just thinking about it is terrifying."

"I'm afraid of you."

Xia Chuan shrugged and looked to the side.

Following Natsukawa's gaze, Yoshiaki Daimon saw the phone on the table, strode forward, and picked it up.

After obtaining the password, I hurriedly opened the app and checked the call log. I found that apart from a few calls with someone named Frank, there were no emergency calls as I had expected.

wrong!

Yoshiaki carefully checked the times on the screen and discovered that the calls were all made after the event had ended.

"Is this Frank a policeman?"

The thought flashed through his mind for a moment, then he shook his head. "A foreign name."

Yoshiaki Daimon couldn't help but glance at Natsukawa a few more times. "Did you actually seek help from the embassy?"

Xia Chuan's Western appearance made it impossible for him not to think that way.

"I don't need to answer your questions, and do you know the consequences of looking at my phone?"

With a nonchalant air, Natsukawa looked at Daimon Yoshiaki with a mocking gaze, as if he weren't the one with a gun to his head.

What trick is he playing?
Yoshiaki Daimon was filled with unease, but the two gleaming pistols pointed at Natsukawa's head were undeniable. So where did Natsukawa get his confidence?

To avoid any unforeseen complications, Yoshiaki Daimon is preparing to do something that goes against his previous decision!

—Kill Natsukawa ahead of time!
The other party's behavior was extremely abnormal, which made him deeply uneasy. All he could do now was to deal with Xia Chuan and reduce the risk.

At worst, they can just take Natsukawa's body with them. It was just a fire, and with the Metropolitan Police Department's capabilities, if they don't find the body, they can at most explain it away by saying the fire was too big and burned everything to ashes, which is a plausible explanation.

Having received a hint from Yoshiaki Daimon, the two men who had been pointing their guns at Natsukawa from behind immediately understood.

But in the short time it took them to turn around and realize what was happening, Xia Chuan had already disappeared from their sight.

Yoshiaki Daimon had been watching Natsukawa closely, so he naturally noticed Natsukawa's unusual behavior before the two of them did.

But what good would it do to find out? He was holding Xia Chuan's phone in his hand and had a pistol tucked into his waistband. There was no time to draw his gun and fire at this point!
"Bang bang bang!"

Under the swirling snow, the ancient gates and houses were ablaze. Three gunshots rang out from afar; had it not been for the snow, someone in the village would likely have heard them.

The team member who was called to check on the other members of the family at the gate rushed over immediately upon hearing the gunshot.

"how's it going!"

The man stood blankly at the door, looking at his two colleagues lying on the ground, and then at Lord Lianglang inside the room who was covering his hands. For a moment, he didn't even think of raising his gun!

If Yoshiaki Daimon still had the strength to speak at this moment, he would definitely be cursing his subordinate and wishing he could tear him to pieces!
If I had fired the first shot when the other party appeared, I might have been saved.

He sighed helplessly and closed his eyes.

The fourth shot rang out, and the attacker fell to the ground, his pistol clicking to the floor and sliding a considerable distance.

"Looks like the pistols you're equipped with are of very good quality. I fired four shots in a row, and my hand is numb from the vibrations."

While Natsukawa still had time to joke around, Daimon Yoshiaki was practically in so much pain he was about to cry.

Xia Chuan didn't kill him, but he pierced his palm. Now, he can't even make a fist, let alone raise his hand.

"Who are you, this guy?"

He didn't think Xia Chuan had anything to do with gold at all; he just felt that his plan had been discovered by the other party.

No matter how well he planned it, he never imagined that Xia Chuan was coming specifically for him.

His initial invitation now seems rather foolish.

After confirming that no one else showed any signs of waking up, Natsukawa then looked seriously at Daimon Yoshiaki.

"Now that the roles are reversed, shouldn't you be the one answering my questions?"

humiliation
Yoshiaki Daimon felt humiliated but was completely helpless. He could only stare intently at Natsukawa, grit his teeth, and roar through the pain, "What do you want me to say?"

"For example, what do you plan to do after you take over Damon Industries?"

Natsukawa felt that now was not the time to inquire about information regarding the brewery.

"Hehe, so you were just checking on the other people?"

He felt that Xia Chuan must have discovered his intention to kill everyone.

Yoshiaki Daimon would never have imagined that Natsukawa had just returned from his lair and, incidentally, had taken all the gold with him.

Fortunately, he has been arrested now. If he had left unharmed and returned to the guesthouse, only to find that all the gold had been looted, his Dao heart would have surely collapsed.

Now look what's happened; he's lost both money and people, so perhaps a "what's the use" attitude might be a little better.

“That’s your father after all. Even tigers don’t eat their cubs, but you, the son, are trying to kill your father. That’s a bit ugly.”

"I have nothing to say."

Yoshiaki Daimon closed his eyes, indicating that he did not want to answer the question.

"If you don't mind me making another hole in your hand, you can continue to play the tough guy."

Xia Chuan, toying with a pistol in his hand, walked gracefully to Da Men Lianglang, grabbed the hand with the hole in it, and squeezed it hard.

The piercing screams nearly shattered eardrums, and Xia Chuan maintained this action for about ten seconds.

Fresh blood dripped onto the ground, and Daimon Ryoro's expression turned deathly pale in an instant.

Although the palm is not connected to the heart like the ten fingers, it is still a kind of pain that is unbearable.

"I plan to make a fortune by using the gate heavy industry. In recent years, the economy has been in recession, there are more and more gangsters in society, and murder cases are frequent. If I can take this opportunity to manufacture guns, I can definitely make a lot of money."

"This kind of thing can't be done in the light of day, and although my father is a ruthless businessman, he wouldn't dare to do such a thing, so he could only get rid of all the people in his way."

(End of this chapter)