Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 704 The final dish is served.
"What are you waiting for? The tables and chairs are ready, six in total, just right."

Xia Chuan stood up, made a gentlemanly invitation, and pointed to the bench in front of him and the delicious-looking food on the table: "Try it, you won't be disappointed."

"master."

The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard.

That's how magical Joel's cooking is; although it's extremely poisonous, it looks incredibly delicious.

Saijo Taiga's expression darkened slightly, and he waved his hand to stop his restless disciples.

He looked around and, not finding any other disciples, he already understood most of the situation.

"What is the meaning behind your sudden appearance at my temple?"

He watched Xia Chuan warily, raised his arm, and pointed the tip of his sword directly at Xia Chuan's face.

Although Natsukawa was at the crime scene yesterday, Saijo Taiga and Mizuo Harutaro were still being questioned at that time.

Xia Chuan and Yue Er remained standing in the corner afterward, but he was in a hurry to leave and therefore did not see them.

"Hey, hey, hey, can you be a little more polite? We spent a lot of time preparing this delicious food, and this is how you repay us?"

"Your Excellency, where have my disciples gone?"

"Hey, is that the Muramasa demon sword you're using? It looks really powerful."

"Even though I don't know who you are, do you think you can take us by surprise?"

The two had conflicting accounts, and their conversation was completely incoherent.

"Master, don't waste time, I'll take them down right away!"

The apprentices had clearly noticed the problem as well. These three people did not know their master, and there was an unspeakable tension in their conversation.

—They knew it all too well; it was their master's murderous aura!
If not now, when?
Before Saijo Taiga could stop him, his apprentice had already rushed forward.

The other party only has one pair of chopsticks. If we don't do something now, when will we?
This is what the apprentice truly thought.

If you want to make a contribution, how can you not be quick-witted?
He already had a premonition of the reward he would receive!
The samurai sword was drawn with a clang and slashed towards Natsukawa's face.

"That's a bit disrespectful."

Xia Chuan muttered softly, his speed increased, he dodged the slash and flicked it away with his chopsticks, then suddenly leaned forward and grabbed the other person's chin.

"Amu!"

As soon as he took a bite of the delicious food, the quick-thinking apprentice unconsciously began to chew.

He was one of the people who had just swallowed.

"Gudu."

The sound of swallowing rang out, drawing the attention of everyone present, who cast curious glances their way.

They all wanted to know if this delicious dish contained a hidden danger.

"Well!?"

"How about it?"

Someone, overcome by a sudden craving, couldn't resist asking, only to be glared at by Saijo Taiga and shrink back.

"Osaki, are you alright?"

Saijo Taiga gave the other person a strange look, then asked.

"I'm fine, I feel great!"

The apprentice, named Osaki, nodded, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were a food critic deeply savoring the experience.

"Isn't it delicious? I already told you it's incredibly tasty, it would be a shame not to try it."

Xia Chuan smiled and shook his head.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Osaki seemed to be possessed. His eyes widened like copper bells, his mouth opened and closed, and he clutched his neck, trying to say something but unable to utter a word.

One act of standing up for yourself can lead to a lifetime of fear.

He vowed that he would never want to eat any more delicious food in his life.

Of course, the premise is that he can survive.

The omnipresent, excruciating pain completely took over his body, and the next moment he lost consciousness, frozen in place like a wooden puppet.

"Hey, Osaki."

Saijo Taiga's expression was subtle, and she involuntarily took a step back.

The problem with the food has been confirmed!
Furthermore, the opponent's combat prowess was also considerable; he was able to knock away a samurai sword with chopsticks. Saijo Taiga could do that, but he would need to face an ordinary person.

Although his apprentice was not as good as him, he had also undergone rigorous training, so it was truly outrageous that he was easily knocked away.

"Shihu~"

With tears welling in his eyes, Osaki took one last, reluctant look before collapsing.

clang-

Joel placed a pot of freshly cooked neon tofu casserole on the table. "The last dish, that's all."

Why does this sound ambiguous?
Saijo Taiga felt a chill run down his spine, but he forced himself to remain calm and glared fiercely at the three men: "If you're men, settle this with swordsmanship!"

The two women, with their delicate skin and stunning beauty, would only be a burden. As long as he distracted this blond man and his disciples subdued the two women, he would win!

Having just kidnapped Toyama Kazuha, the disciples should be able to grasp this tactic.

"Yes, that's right. Do you dare to fight my master one-on-one? He is the founder of Yoshitsune-ryu swordsmanship."

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Xia Chuan tilted his head; he already knew what Saijo Taiga was thinking.

"Don't you dare?"

"Alright, let's have a fight." Since the other party was determined to die, it would be impolite for him to refuse.

Saijo Taiga's heart stirred slightly, and with a flick of his longsword, Osaki's katana fell into Natsukawa's hand.

"They really have a strong sense of Bushido."

"Humph, stop talking nonsense!"

In reality, this is all just superficial.

Saijo Taiga had already planned out what would happen next. He figured that if he just held out with the other side for a while, his apprentices would be able to take down these two delicate women.

"Look at the sword!"

Saijo Taiga suddenly appeared, trying to put pressure on Natsukawa when he wasn't paying attention.

Clearly, even with a sneak attack, he didn't think he could succeed immediately!
As expected, Xia Chuan was prepared and dodged the attack.

Clang!
Natsukawa caught the Muramasa demon sword that was about to strike the dining table with a straight downward slash.

This delicious meal shouldn't be spilled; Joel won't be happy.

It's not easy for ordinary people to try her cooking, so we must be determined to conduct an experiment and not give up so easily.

"Fighting is fine, but why flip the table? This is your delicious dinner."

"You wouldn't want to work all day and not even have time to eat, would you?"

Everyone looked at Osaki lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, and roared with anger in their hearts.

This food is for whoever wants to eat it; they can't eat any of it!
Saijo Taiga remained silent, his eyes sharp as knives, fixed on Natsukawa's opening, and slashed again.

This time, he gave Xia Chuan ample time to react.

Qiang~
The two blades clashed, and dazzling sparks flew.

Feeling the force of each other and the ripples of their auras, the disciples retreated repeatedly to create distance.

They realized that the sword in Xia Chuan's hand had already chipped when the blade struck, and it wouldn't look good if it broke and flew back at them.

But in reality, they used this excuse to intentionally or unintentionally gravitate towards Yoel and Shinmei Kaori.

"The demon sword Muramasa is indeed extraordinary!"

Xia Chuan looked down at the notch, a broad smile on his face. He was overjoyed at the thought that this knife would become part of his collection.

"Although it's an antique that's hundreds of years old, I heard that it was made using meteorite iron from outer space and was cast with demon blood!"

Saijo Taiga caressed his treasured sword, wrinkles appearing on his square face, his ferocious expression foreshadowing the next strike.

This time, Natsukawa did not use his katana. Instead, he dodged to the side and grabbed Saijo Taiga's wrist.

His skill with swords and knives was rudimentary, but his martial arts skills were questionable.

Saijo Taiga held the knife in his backhand and stabbed Natsukawa in the abdomen.

"Hey, I can't hit it!"

His agility was on full display at this moment, and Saijo Taiga failed to hit him several times in a row. His wrist, which was being held, gradually lost its strength.

"Hehe, although you're very capable, haven't you noticed? Your two female companions don't seem to be up to par!"

Saijo Taiga's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he let out a long sigh of relief. His apprentices were indeed trustworthy in crucial moments.

Turning around, they saw that the remaining four people had arrived at Yoel and Shinmei Kaori's side, with four long swords held to their throats. The situation had turned around!
"Oh, really? You're that confident? Aren't you afraid I've set a trap for you?"

Natsukawa's smile remained unchanged, but he had already let go of Saijo Taiga's hand.

Saijo Taiga mistakenly thought Natsukawa was just good with words and sneered, "Oh, impressive strategizing skills, but what about the current situation?"

"Of course, it's to lower your guard and prevent you from running away."

Benkei's swordsmanship was extraordinary, and Natsukawa wasn't entirely confident in capturing him, so he resorted to this method.

Even if Benkei and his apprentices wanted to leave, they would have no chance in this cramped kitchen.

Upon hearing this, Saijo Taiga still didn't believe it. He had no choice but to believe it, after all, the words were too bluffing, and he might be being tricked.

"Enough with the nonsense, who exactly are you!"

Saijo Taiga held his sword to Natsukawa's chest, his eyes flashing with murderous intent!
Yesterday's events at the Mizuo family's house were too bizarre. Mizuo Kenji hasn't shown up yet, and we don't know if he's still alive.

Is someone planning to destroy all the illegal trade in ancient artifacts in Kyoto?
His thoughts had just begun to churn, and his smile had only lasted a few seconds, when he was suddenly interrupted by several clanging sounds and screams.

Looking back, he realized that all four of his disciples had been pinned to the table.

"Now you should believe me, right?"

As Xia Chuan spoke, his four disciples let out wails.

Because Shinmei Kaori was smiling as she stuffed deadly delicacies into their mouths.

This scene was indescribably eerie.

With the kitchen lights constantly flashing orange, Shinmei Kaori and Yoru looked even more terrifying than Natsukawa.

What happened just now?
Saijo Taiga felt dizzy and his mind went blank; he didn't even react when his beloved sword was taken from him.

No, to be precise, he did react, but he knew his reaction was doomed to failure.

When masters clash, every move can be fatal. He naturally realized the gap between himself and his opponent, and his heart sank into despair.

If he were given another chance, he should have turned around and left when he was at the entrance of Yulong Temple.

After spending some time cleaning the kitchen, Xia Chuan sat upright and looked at "Benkei" who was tied to a chair in front of him.

"Tell me what you dug up at Yulong Temple."

"Confess honestly, and you'll be tortured less."

Xia Chuan specially placed Yoel's dish between the two of them. It was the last delicious dish that had just been cooked: Neon Tofu Stew.

(End of this chapter)