Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 706 Unlucky Kenji Mizuo

Ran had no idea what Conan and Hattori were wondering about. For her, the happiest thing was that the culprit was caught and her friend was safe.

"Hattori."

"Conan, did you sense it too?"

"Hey, what did you just say?" Xiaolan felt like she had caught a key word.

"No, no, what is Sister Xiaolan thinking about? Let's hurry to the Prefectural Police Headquarters to check!"

Conan wanted nothing more than to tear Hattori Heiji to pieces, but he had to put on a fawning smile and push the other man into a taxi.

Upon arriving at the prefectural police headquarters, Conan and Heiji Hattori were speechless for a long time upon seeing a group of Noh masked figures lying unconscious on the ground.

What a bizarre development! A man in black has brought someone over?

What kind of new-century vigilante is this? He's even wearing a delivery service's uniform. It's just too weird.

The two high school detectives felt a mix of relief and resentment at how easily Benkei was caught.

They had already deciphered the code, but before they could even use it, it was over.

It's like watching a movie. You've just reached the most exciting part, only to be told that what follows is a paid segment, and you have to be over 18 to buy it.

While it is more attractive, it also ignites a nameless rage within people.

"Oh, right, the Buddha statue was also returned, with a note left on it. I heard that the crystal on the Buddha's forehead is in your hands?"

There's a reason why Ayanokoji remained expressionless.

These detectives clearly possess evidence and information, yet they refuse to inform the police. If something happens to Toyama and Ye, the media will still report on the police's incompetence, while these detectives can simply walk away.

That's why he dislikes detectives.

Hattori Heiji took out a brocade pouch and silently pressed the crystal onto the Buddha statue's forehead.

"By the way, what's wrong with them?"

He was angry, but since the other party was the son of an Osaka Prefectural Police officer, Hattori Heizo had to give him face. He explained, "We've checked him, and it seems to be poisoning. He'll be sent for stomach lavage later."

"Alright, you can leave now. The police will take over the interrogation from here on out."

Hattori Heiji hesitated, noticing the sharp look in Ayanokouji's eyes. He realized that if he asked anything further, it might offend Ayanokouji.

He didn't want to get beaten up by his father again.

Conan, however, had no such concerns and was about to speak when he was stopped by the quick-witted Heiji Hattori.

After the group left the Kyoto Prefectural Police Headquarters, Kogoro Mouri glared at Conan with a displeased expression, hailed a car, and drove off.

Ran was busy taking care of Toyama Kazuha, who was still upset, and the two detectives took the opportunity to talk.

Are you trying to ask why you weren't allowed to speak?

“Yes.” Conan nodded seriously. “This might be related to yesterday’s case. The incident at Mount Rokusu is also strange. Maybe it was the same group of people who did it.”

“A lot of people died yesterday, and there were even snipers. But today, Saijo Taiga was only drugged. The difference is too big. There might be some secret hidden here.”

Hattori Heiji thought to himself that there couldn't be that many secrets, but he did have some doubts that he needed someone to answer for him.

“I’m also puzzled, but why ask the police for details? They’ve only taken in the criminals and still don’t know anything.”

"What are you going to do?"

When it comes to outsmarting the police, no one beats the young nobleman Heiji Hattori.

"Inspector Otaki will definitely give me face. We'll go straight to the hospital later."

"it is good!"

Conan nodded smugly. It was so nice to be outside Tokyo. He wished he could be like Heiji Hattori.

It's a pity that my father was just a lousy novelist.

Yulong Temple was brightly lit, but the front courtyard was riddled with potholes.

Although the location of the seventeenth stone lantern cannot be determined, its position can be deduced based on the architectural style of neon temples, which can at least narrow down the possibilities.

Of course, even the reduced area is still twenty or thirty square meters.

Shinmei Kaori was still young when she buried the time capsule, so she probably couldn't have dug a very deep hole at that time.

After this careful consideration, the workload was greatly reduced.

"I said, how long are we going to keep digging? Should I call those guys over to help?"

He was referring to a ZJS Express courier.

However, Xia Chuan shook his head. They had already sent the people down the mountain to let the other party take them away, so how could they possibly let these people come up now?

Sometimes, it's necessary to be a little cautious; you can't completely trust anyone who isn't a close confidant.

Their team has one major drawback: it's too small.

"Speaking of which, Shinmei Kaori doesn't seem to be of much use."

Seeing that Shinmei Kaori's progress was slow, Frank chirped softly.

"At least it helped us narrow down the scope. Each has its own use. What's the point of having so much manpower in the team?"

"If your back is sore, I'll bring you some Dragon Tiger Strengthening Pills another day?"

"Tch, I'm not that frail." Frank then changed the subject, "But it's your kindness. We've been brothers for so many years, we've been through thick and thin together. Just deliver it to my house when you have time."

Frank, who was not being honest, rolled up his sleeves and swung the hoe much faster.

"By the way, what's the situation at the distillery?"

To show that he had plenty of energy left, Frank asked the question in a relaxed and casual manner.

In fact, the sweat on his back and his hunched back already spoke volumes. "Don't worry, Kaito is impersonating me, but it's only for tonight. He has work to do tomorrow."

"Once tonight is over, everything will be fine."

Speaking of this, Xia Chuan couldn't help but smile. He wondered if he was just lucky that when he was devising a scheme to harm the distillery, a real guy broke in. He figured it would definitely boost the distillery's confidence in tonight's operation.

It's a pity I didn't have time, otherwise I really wanted to see what kind of expression Gin would make.

It must look great.

On the desolate seaside dock, the salty sea breeze caressed Gin's silver hair.

He stood quietly on a fishing boat, leaning against the railing.

"According to intelligence, a fishing boat carrying smugglers will set sail tonight. The passengers will first be sent to South Korea, where their identities will be laundered by the local mafia, and then they will travel to Europe on a chaebol's private plane."

Vodka reported to his older brother while yawning.

This message came from Vermouth, so she's here too.

Gin, hands in his pockets, looked at Vermouth: "Is the information reliable? We've been waiting for quite some time."

"Of course it's reliable. I disguised myself as one of the crew members and heard the captain say it to me personally."

“His account does match your description of Kenji Mizuo, and he was accompanied by a masked man whose physical characteristics also resembled those of Yoshiaki Daimon.”

Vermouth chuckled softly, tightening her coat. She should have worn cotton trousers; stockings, though pretty, weren't warm.

Hehe, after a whole night of cold wind blowing, you'll know how "reliable" the intelligence is!

On the surface, he's like agave; at heart, he's like Kaito Kid, secretly smiling.

It was funny to see a group of seasoned assassins being completely outmaneuvered by him and Xia Chuan.

It's true that you shouldn't stay at the beach late at night in this weather; it's easy to catch a cold.

"Hey, Tequila, what are you laughing at?"

Vodka nudged Kaito's shoulder: "What's so funny? Share it with us!"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered a joke."

"Tell me?"

"The joke is too lame, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

"Tch, if you don't want to talk about it, then forget it."

Just then, lights appeared on the road ahead, and a car came into view.

"A sedan?"

Gin suddenly frowned and looked at Vermouth, "What's going on?"

"how could I know."

Vermouth was also stunned.

If the main gate is well-maintained, it's impossible to use a car!
Because the 30 billion yuan worth of unprocessed gold plaster takes up a lot of space, it can't even fit in the trunk of a small car!

"Perhaps the gold has been simply processed. Alchemy is not difficult, and the Daimon Yoshiro family is in the alchemy industry, so he may have some knowledge of it himself."

Tequila's words acted as a reassurance, temporarily calming the restlessness in Gin and Vermouth's hearts.

As the vehicle pulled up in front of them, the people inside came out.

However, only one person came out.

——Mizuo Kenji!
After throwing Kenji Mizuo off the bus, the car sped away.

Yoshiaki Daimon did not appear as expected.

And Kenji Mizuo actually showed up empty-handed! He didn't bring anything with him.

Three hundred billion worth of gold can't just be kept in your pocket, can it?

"This isn't right!"

Gin's face was grim as he looked at Kenji Mizuo, who was about to board the ship, and waved his hand.

Vodka and Kaito received orders and quickly subdued the bewildered "swordsman" Kenji Mizuo.

As he was carried to the deck floor, Kenji Mizuo sensed that something was wrong.

"Tell me, where is the gold?!"

Gin's face was contorted with rage as he glanced sideways at Kenji Mizuo, his size 43 leather shoe stomping on the man's face.

The invisible pressure made Kenji Mizuo, who was already easily frightened, even more terrified, and he almost peed himself.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about. What gold? I boarded the ship! I already talked to the captain during the day. We're going to South Korea, then to Europe. The money has already been given to you."

Kenji Mizuo was full of questions. He had a close relationship with the captain, and many cultural relics were smuggled through the captain. Why would he suddenly turn against him?
Gin remained silent, focusing solely on installing silencers on the pistol.

Vodka and Gin worked together seamlessly, knowing that their older brother was pressuring the other side, and this was the time for Vodka to play the bad cop.

"Tell me quickly, where did Yoshiaki Daimon and the 30 billion yen in gold go?!"

“Tell us and we’ll give you a chance to live. Otherwise, you’ll only face the cold, merciless sea. Before you die, we’ll torture you to the extreme. You won’t like that feeling.”

"What do you mean, Yoshiaki Daimon?"

Kenji Mizuo's voice suddenly became much softer as he recalled the gold heist reported by Nichibumi TV a while ago.

Similarly, tens of billions of dollars worth of gold were stolen.

Although the amounts didn't match, they represented unimaginable wealth for him.

(End of this chapter)