Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 707 Vermouth's Fear

But what does this have to do with Kenji Mizuo?
He was just an ordinary antique dealer; his most astonishing achievement was digging up the grave of some famous person.

He dared not touch the escort vehicle from the Japanese Ministry of Finance.

The man named Yoshiaki had absolutely no idea who he was.

Having just lost her son, and now facing imminent death, if she survives, she'll definitely consult a fortune teller to predict her fate, perhaps because her family's ancestral graves are emitting black smoke.

"I don't know, you just want money, right?"

"I have money, I have a lot of money, I can give it all to you, just spare my life, grandpas, please let me go!"

Kenji Mizuo, as expected of a seasoned veteran, is flexible and adaptable, even managing to establish kinship with the people at the brewery.

"Looks like you won't give up until you've hit rock bottom?"

Vodka's facial muscles twitched, and the moonlight illuminated his expression, making him even more terrifying than Gin.

“I have 50 million in savings in my overseas accounts. I have money; I can buy my life.”

"I really don't know this Daimon Yoshiaki you're talking about! Someone must have framed me. It must be Benkei, right? That guy has long been unhappy with my control of the main channel for smuggling cultural relics in Kyoto. Yesterday, my stronghold was suddenly attacked. It must have been his doing. Grandpas, you've all been fooled."

"You bastard, look up and see who your grandpa is!"

With Gin constantly stepping on his face, Kenji Mizuo could only see the leather shoes from his perspective until Vodka squatted down, at which point he could finally see the face clearly.

—It was the same group of people from yesterday!
It's over.

Kenji Mizuo was utterly devastated; this guy had been chasing him all along!

"Who are you? Benkei sent you, didn't he?!"

"I can give you a lot of money and spare my life."

"Big brother," Vodka said, his eyes filled with doubt, as he leaned close to Gin's ear, "this guy really doesn't seem to know what we're talking about, and judging from his condition, he doesn't seem to have anything to do with Benkei."

According to their deduction, Benkei is the son of Mizuo Kenji, but given Mizuo Kenji's current behavior, it would be absurd for Benkei to be his son!

It's embarrassing; it seems they've pointed the finger at the wrong target.

Benkei doesn't seem to be Mizuo Harutaro, and Mizuo Kenji doesn't seem to be any so-called behind-the-scenes person.

Gin also noticed the problem, stood there seemingly lost in thought, and after a while turned and left.

Before leaving, he glared fiercely at Vermouth.

Vermouth remained completely silent, sensing a trace of fear within her.

It feels like I've been played by someone.

Kenji Mizuo seems to be a scapegoat pushed out by someone.

Unfortunately, the captain had already been executed by her, and no one could recount what exactly happened.

But undeniably, there seems to be an unseen force pulling them to discover the smuggling tonight.

Perhaps the information the captain revealed to her today was also a deliberate act by someone.

Who is it!

Why is that?

Will Gin be driven out of Kyoto city?
Is something about to happen there?

A series of questions gradually helped Vermouth clarify her thoughts.

Some people don't want Gin to stay in Kyoto.

Very few people know about the Kyoto operation. After this, the boss will probably immediately conduct a loyalty check within the organization.
Vodka glanced in the direction Gin had left, and was about to follow, but then suddenly remembered something and squatted down again.

"You think you can buy your life with 50 million? You've been smuggling cultural relics for so long, and this is all the money you've saved? Do you think we're easy to fool?"

Since the other party has misunderstood, let them continue to misunderstand.

Since they wanted to buy their lives with money, the organization just happened to be short of funds.

We definitely can't keep the person, but it's necessary to squeeze out some last bit of profit, just consider it an appearance fee.

This might make the older brother feel a little better.

"Isn't that enough? Fifty million US dollars is all I have, and that's all I have!"

"Uh?!"

"Dollar?"

Vodka paused for a moment, then, with Tequila's prompting, learned the current exchange rate.

At the current exchange rate, 1 US dollar = 107 Japanese yen. (Exchange rate in 2004)
That translates to over 530 million.

It doesn't seem unacceptable; the appearance fee is quite good.

"Very good, you have successfully persuaded us."

Vodka patted Cohen on the shoulder, signaling him to deal with Kenji Mizuo, as he had a more important task ahead of him.

—Drive for my older brother!
"Big brother, where are we going?"

"In the car," Vodka asked.

"Back in Kyoto city. I just made a call to my undercover agent. Something terrible has happened in Kyoto city."

Kyoto City Hospital in the dead of night.

Although it is not as well-known as Mikasa General Hospital, which gathers top medical talents from all over the country, it is still an excellent medical institution.

It is not only a medical institution that cooperates with the police, but also the designated medical place for most of Kyoto's elites.

Don't underestimate this title; you should know that Kyoto has just as many powerful and influential people as Tokyo.

It is located next to a famous commercial district with many hotels and shopping malls.

Therefore, the security team here is also composed of retired soldiers from the Self-Defense Forces.

"Fortunately, no one was planning to force their way through, otherwise I feel we wouldn't have been able to get past the first line of defense."

Conan was still shaken, frequently looking back. He felt that even sneaking a peek at Wakasa Rumi at Beika General Hospital hadn't been this troublesome. Of course, this was an exaggeration; the main reason was probably that Yuri turned a blind eye.

This is a way of thanking Conan for his help earlier.

"Of course, Kyoto is different from other places. I once broke in because of a case and was caught immediately. Fortunately, that guy helped me."

"Who is that guy?"

Conan started gossiping.

Heiji Hattori has emotional issues; "that guy" doesn't seem to be a man, but a woman.

This inevitably reminds Conan of Hattori's behavior during their love-hate relationship the night before last.

She seems to be a woman that even Heiji Hattori wouldn't dare to easily provoke.

"I'm very interested in this woman because she's someone even a noble young master from the Osaka Prefectural Police would be wary of."

Haha, you've seen it before?
Hattori Heiji sneered inwardly. He certainly wouldn't betray Ooka Momiji unless he was forced to.

Like today.

If Officer Ōtaki couldn't do anything, then they had to rely on Ōoka Momiji, and thankfully Officer Ōtaki proved his worth.

Taiga Saijo, who was in charge of Benkei, was given a room by himself. Inspector Ōtaki stood at the door and nodded slightly when he saw Hattori and the other two.

"He hasn't woken up yet. The doctor has already given him medication, but it's not working. Even though his stomach has been pumped to remove the toxins, it seems like there's an extra biological enzyme in his body. He probably won't wake up until the enzyme disappears."

"What kind of strange method is this?"

Conan frowned and looked at the body of Saijo Taiga lying on the ground: "We should have realized he was the murderer a long time ago. He actually gave himself away at the teahouse."

"Hehe, didn't you only find out when the code was deciphered? By then it was too late, and the other person had no intention of hiding their identity anymore."

Hattori Heiji choked back a mocking laugh.

Conan ignored the mockery and reached into his pocket to pull out a white medicine box.

"This is a sobering pill developed by Dr. Agasa. Let's see if it works."

If Anya were there, she would recognize that this is clearly Ai Haibara's medicine box.

However, with Inspector Otaki present, Conan didn't tell the truth.

This drug was primarily developed for treating hangovers and fainting spells; it was something Ai Haibara discovered incidentally while researching the antidote for APTX4869.

Because the initial experimental antidote contained a lot of concentrated liquor, it caused intoxication after consumption. That's why this product was developed to neutralize the effects of alcohol.

"She's really something else," Hattori Heiji said meaningfully.

As they took their medication, the three kept their eyes fixed on Saijo Taiga.

Inspector Otaki was the most excited.

If the other party is conscious, they can find out what happened immediately.

After all, Kazuha Toyama knew nothing when asked; her memory only went as far as Taiga Saijo kidnapped her and then made a threatening phone call to Heiji Hattori.

Conan and the other two knew the situation, but at this time, the importance of Gyokuryu-ji Temple was second only to Benkei.

The prisoner and the Buddha statue have been recovered. Why bother going to Yulong Temple? We should start with the people and find out the situation. We can go to Yulong Temple whenever we want.

Natsukawa had calculated this precisely, which is why he handed Saijo Taiga over to the police.

As expected, Saijo Taiga reacted after taking the medicine.

While unconscious, he suddenly frowned, broke out in a cold sweat, and the monitor next to him showed his heartbeat fluctuating wildly, like a volatile stock market.

Soft humming came from Saijo Taiga's mouth, and white foam began to flow from his trembling mouth.

"Hey, what's going on? Could we have been poisoned again?"

Inspector Ōtaki broke out in a cold sweat; Saijo Taiga's current condition couldn't withstand a second poisoning.

If anyone gets into trouble with him, not to mention Ayanokoji, even Hattori Heizo would skin him alive.

"How can it be!"

Conan's pale face showed that he was unsure of himself.

Inspector Otaki urgently called for medical professionals.

However, by the time the nurse arrived, Saijo Taiga had returned to normal, with only the white foam at the corners of his mouth indicating that he had indeed had a reaction.

Half an hour later, the doctor looked at Saijo Taiga's blood test report and said with some surprise.

"He's fine. It was probably a rejection reaction. It seems like the strange biological enzymes in his body have decreased a bit."

"He should wake up soon. What did you feed him?"

"No, it's nothing."

"The patient is still in an unsafe stage, so try not to give him or her anything. Even if you want to give her or her anything, you must get our permission first."

The doctor left these words to absolve himself of responsibility.

He doesn't care what the police do, but he doesn't want it to affect his medical career.

After the doctor left, Conan suddenly lowered his head, and the glasses perched on his nose reflected a strange white light.

"Should we give him another one?"

Inspector Ōtaki felt as if those words were the whispers of a demon from hell.

The doctor had just given him instructions, but Conan immediately forgot about them.

Hattori Heiji's eyes were also gleaming.

"Hey, Hey, Heiji, this is going too far!"

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)