Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 722 The Vanished Child

After muttering to herself for a long time, and confirming that there was no message from Gin outside, Anya quickly ran out, and returned to the room a few minutes later, panting, and slammed the door shut.

At this moment, Ai Haibara, who had successfully restarted the system, finally came to her senses: "Ania, we have to run! Danger is coming! By the way, what did Uncle Natsukawa tell me just now?"

Okay, it might be a failed reboot, or a blue screen error.
"Don't worry, I've done as my father instructed."

Anya was completely at a loss for words at this point, which was surprisingly normal.

That's understandable, after all, when someone's life is hanging by a thread, who has the mind to act cute?

It's all Ai Haibara's fault! She said the bags the models at Kyoto Fashion Week were super pretty and she really liked them.

Then, Aunt Joel, in order to satisfy Haibara's hobby, has been out for more than an hour.

Although she did make some requests, the Kamen Rider figure was nearby, so it certainly wasn't her fault!
That's right, it definitely has absolutely nothing to do with her!
Ai Haibara took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.

Although Gin is here, he may not be here for Sherry; he may be here for Ai Haibara and Anya!

If I remember correctly, that's what Xia Chuan just said.

Moreover, Vodka never saw himself as a child, and Gin, with his memory, probably wouldn't remember either.

Thinking about it this way, I felt much better.

She closed her eyes and quietly felt it for a while, and there was no feeling of being pricked by needles.

Although she didn't want to admit Conan's statement, she seemed to have a special reaction to the Black Organization. Whenever the Black Organization appeared within a certain distance of her, she would have difficulty breathing and tremble all over.

It is still safe.

"We can't stay here any longer, we have to leave."

Anya dodged Ai Haibara's hand and shook her head: "Father said we can't use the elevator or the stairs. There are surveillance cameras downstairs, and there are probably bad guys watching our movements from some dark corner."

"Are we just supposed to wait to die in our room? If they can find the hotel, they must know our room number."

"what?"

Ai Haibara caught a glimpse of Anya's lips curling slightly.

Did you just flick your finger? You must have wanted to laugh. Having spent so much time with her, you have a certain understanding of Anya's emotions.

Does this mean they're laughing at themselves?

Instantly, the boss's aura rose, her face quickly darkened, and she put her hands on her hips, almost holding a ruler.

Upon seeing this posture, Anya reflexively took several steps back.

"Hey, Ai Haibara, don't come any closer. I'm telling you, I've already figured out a way to escape. If you keep going like this, you might miss a golden opportunity."

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have a fart, hurry up!"

Ai Haibara knew exactly what Anya was up to; she just wanted Ai to show weakness.
Show weakness?

Death is out of the question, especially for Anya.

This kid is a real handful; if you don't discipline him for three days, he'll climb on the roof and tear off the tiles. If you give him a break, he'll take advantage of you and push his luck. He's a uniquely terrifying presence among children.

It's hard to imagine whose personality Anya inherited. Could her mother be a spoiled princess from some country?

It's not impossible, given Xia Chuan's status; he might actually be having affairs everywhere.

"Humph!"

Anya pursed her lips, knowing she couldn't fool Ai Haibara, and her spirits sank. But danger was imminent and there was no time to lose.

Gin and Vodka had already taken the elevator to Anya's floor.

They searched the basement for a long time but found no trace of anyone else having been there. Realizing they had guessed wrong, they immediately came back up. "The room number is 1615."

The two quickly arrived at the door of room 1615.

After confirming the room number, Vodka even pressed his ear against the door to eavesdrop, but the hotel seemed to have excellent soundproofing, and he could hardly hear anything, though he did hear some strange vibrations, which were quite regular.

"Brother, this is the room number Thomas found out. We are..."

"At this point, you still want to knock on the door?"

Gin snorted coldly, then pulled out a tool with a head shaped like a fishhook.

"I'll do it, I'll do it. You don't need to do it yourself, big brother."

Vodka fawned over Gin as he began picking the lock, his sullen, butt-sticking-out posture making Gin want to kick him.

They may be bad guys, but they don't have to be this despicable, do they? This is completely out of line and slams the door to a bad situation.

I'll have Vodka work out his physique later. With that build, who knows when the Red Team will catch up to him.

Vodka, unaware of Gin's intentions, continued picking the lock.

If he had known, he would have refused righteously and firmly!
This size was simply to better shield his older brother from bullets.

A larger surface area provides more comprehensive defense, and the presence of fat can also reduce the power of bullets, increasing one's chances of survival.

The door clicked open.

Vodka cautiously pushed open the door and entered. He saw that the curtains were tightly closed, the ambient lights above his head were flashing neon, and there was an indescribable smell in the air.

This doesn't look like a child's room at all; it looks more like one of those...
He even turned around to check and found that the door number was correct before he reluctantly went in.

As the door opened, the rhythmic sound became more and more obvious, and the two men's expressions gradually turned grim.

Besides the vibrations, the faint sounds gradually became more noticeable after entering the room.

"Ow~"

"."

Standing on the edge of the bed, the two distillery assassins stared blankly at the battlefield before them, instantly gasping in shock.

Gin's face turned pale and then red, and he was so angry that he almost shot on the spot.

He immediately went out of the room to examine the doorplate carefully, only to discover that it had been tampered with.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't notice the number suddenly changed."

If Vodka had checked carefully, he would have found that going back two rooms to the room 1615 in front of him involved skipping several room numbers.

Unfortunately, he was too excited at the time and didn't notice.

Vodka arrived at the door of the original 1615 room. Just as he took out his tools, he noticed that the door was ajar.

Slowly pushing open the door, there was no one inside, only the cosmetics on the table indicating that the room's owner had not yet checked out.

"This should be the room; there are children's slippers next to it."

"Damn it, did those two kids run away?"

Gin remained silent. Could someone tell him how the information was leaked? There were only three people who knew about it. Surely Sindora couldn't be a spy for the Red Team too, could she?
Even if we include Vermouth, whom Vodka saw later, it shouldn't be possible. This guy is even less likely.

Perhaps something went wrong.
"Thomas Sindora!"

“I’m here.” Thomas Sindora collected her thoughts and replied, “There’s nothing going on in the lobby. Even a child couldn’t have slipped away right under my nose. Besides, you went in and came out of the room in less than a minute. They couldn’t have disappeared. They must still be on the sixteenth floor!”

(End of this chapter)