Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 72 Dark complexion, pale pupils, and purple lips (Seeking first subscription of 16)

A bus stop in the suburbs of Tokyo.

The van stopped for a few minutes and then sped away, leaving the Kudo family of three shivering in the cold wind.

"This guy is so unreliable. He got our autograph and then dumped us here."

Yukiko Kudo was a little angry. She had gone all the way to help them, but her fans had abandoned them halfway through. They turned their backs on her after getting her autograph. She was determined to find him and expel him from her fan club!
"It's alright, Professor Agasa will be here in fifteen minutes." Yusaku Kudo blew his nose and sat down on the platform bench.

Whether he is a fan or not is still uncertain. Although his expression and demeanor don't seem fake, he still remains skeptical.

"Speaking of which, is that guy really a fan of Mom? I have a feeling something's off about him." Conan was skeptical; when it came to genuine emotions, he preferred to trust his intuition rather than his eyes.

His sixth sense told him that there was something wrong with this guy.

There was no evidence, but his intuition as a detective was unmistakable.

"Hey! Please call me 'young mom,' stop calling me 'old mom' all the time. If it weren't for you being such a burden, I wouldn't have retired from the world so easily back then."

Conan rolled his eyes. His mother was still so unreliable. Shouldn't she be paying attention to the driver's identity at a time like this?
He had memorized the other person's face completely, and he was sure he would recognize him if they met again.

Another point is that the other person's height is almost the same as the lobby manager he met at the Mihua Restaurant.

It's very suspicious. It could be one person, but that's unlikely. The lobby manager is probably a member of the Black Organization. If it were that guy, he definitely wouldn't have let him go.

"Hey Dad, do you have any ideas?"

Kudo Yusaku glanced at his wound. The bleeding had stopped after it was bandaged in the car, but the bow on the bandage looked rather awkward.

Yukiko's damn girlish heart.

"I don't know, maybe we were just unlucky and happened to stumble upon a gunfight."

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm asking about the driver's identity!"

"Didn't he say that he's a fan of your young mothers? Judging from his behavior, I don't think he's lying."

This is also where Xia Chuan's brilliance lies. The reason why he insisted on having Frank come to the rescue was to disrupt the reasoning of the two intellectual giants in the Kudo family.

The highest level of deception is not deceiving anyone.

Frank is a true fan of Yukiko Kudo.

His admiration for Yukiko Kudo is absolutely genuine, there's no faking it. If Conan and Yusaku Kudo can still see something, then sorry, there's really nothing we can do.

Although there are still many loopholes, the gunfight was too coincidental, the call for help came too quickly, and the appearance of a fan was indeed a bit shocking.

If the three parties involved in today's shootout could sit down and talk things out calmly, they would discover many problems. Unfortunately, they didn't have the opportunity to have a calm discussion.

The problem is not big.

As Conan said, there is no perfect crime in this world.

Rather than striving for perfection, it's better to leave loopholes; after all, they can't trace it back to him.

Even if they find something, it's all due to information from Tequila and the FBI. What does it have to do with me, Xia Chuan?

"By the way, Shin-chan, your pants are quite nice, but why are you wearing this dark blue suit with them? It's awful. Isn't this a set? Where's your pink jacket?"

Yukiko Kudo had wanted to ask this for a long time, but because she had impersonated Fumiyo Edogawa and there was a gunfight later, she finally had the chance to ask.

It had been a long time since she had dressed her son up, and seeing this mismatched outfit, Yukiko Kudo was eager to try it out.

"Uh"

Conan felt a chill run down his spine, recalling the scene from his childhood when his mother dragged him to try on clothes.

I only wanted to buy one outfit, but I tried on at least a hundred different clothes, and in the end, I still chose the first one I bought.

Don't go too far.

"Fine, I'll ask for a day off for you tomorrow. I'll take you shopping for clothes. How can such a cute Shin-chan wear the same clothes every day?"

This is your real purpose, isn't it? You just want to drag me shopping.

Conan gritted his teeth and looked at Yusaku Kudo.

You need to control your wife.

Yusaku Kudo glanced to the side, whistling as if he couldn't hear.

This has nothing to do with me, don't drag me into this. Xia Chuan returned home the next morning.

This operation was a complete success for him.

While disgusting Shuichi Akai, he also killed several FBI investigators. The IRS should be satisfied now.

Bourbon will definitely be secretly informing the Japanese Public Security Bureau, so the fact that the FBI entered the country is undeniable. Even if the FBI shamelessly denies it, the embarrassment they've suffered is undeniable.

They might even be deported.

As for the brewery, since the information about Shuichi Akai is accurate, Gin will likely increase his trust in him, which will be very beneficial for gaining a deeper understanding of the brewery's intelligence later on.

And then there's Conan.

Natsukawa deliberately lingered around their cabin for a long time with his tequila-covered face, believing that Conan must have noticed.

He probably already knew by this time that the gunfight was related to the black organization he was pursuing.

Having experienced a hail of bullets, even Conan should feel a sense of unease and understand his predicament.

The distillery is quite different from the cases he solves; it dares to instigate gunfights and explosions in Tokyo at the drop of a hat, so calling it a terrorist wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Natsukawa really put in a lot of effort so that Conan could grow into a mature protagonist who would dismantle the Black Organization.

Not long after arriving home, Xia Chuan heard his phone ring.

It was Joel calling!

Looking at the time, it was only 7:30. Why would Joel call him so early? Could something have happened to Anya?
"Miss Joel, is something wrong with Anya?"

On the other end of the line, Joel was extremely nervous, but she breathed a sigh of relief when she finally got through to Xia Chuan.

"Mr. Natsukawa, I finally got through to you on the phone."

Joel's tone clearly indicated that he had made many phone calls.

Because of last night's operation, Xia Chuan left his phone at Frank's house and only retrieved it half an hour ago.

"Ania, Anya, something happened to her." Joel's voice was choked with sobs, and his tearful voice made one want to hold him in their arms and comfort him.

But now is not the time to think about these things. Something happened to Anya?

What could have happened? Shouldn't she have been sleeping at Miss Joel's house yesterday?

Could it be that some case occurred while I was away?

"Miss Joel, don't worry, tell me slowly. I'm here, everything will be alright," Xia Chuan comforted her, his heart filled with worry. How could he not be worried about his daughter's accident?

But Joel couldn't even speak clearly, so Xia Chuan had to comfort him for a long time before Joel felt a little more at ease.

Despite being a ruthless killer, she can be just like an ordinary girl when she's feeling sentimental.

Joel blushed a little at his performance. His nervous heart slowly calmed down, but he still sat worriedly by the bedside in the ward, looking at Anya.

“Last night, Anya fainted after eating the food I cooked, and I couldn’t wake her up no matter what I did.”

Recalling last night, Joel couldn't help but shudder; the scene had almost scared her to death.

Anya took only one bite of the dish she made, just one bite, absolutely no more.

Then his happy expression froze instantly, and his whole face sank into the food, and he couldn't be woken up no matter how much he was called.

Her face was dark, her pupils were white, and her lips were purple. If it weren't for the fact that she still had a pulse and a heartbeat, she would have thought Anya was dead.

Thankfully, she just fainted.

Xia Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, having heard the key point: he had fainted, not been kidnapped.

"How is Anya now? Where are you? I'm coming over now."

As he spoke, Xia Chuan had already started the car, and the GTR engine roared to life.

"Mr. Natsukawa, please come quickly from Beika General Hospital!"

Joel's tone made it sound as if Xia Chuan would miss Anya's last moment if he was too slow.

(End of this chapter)