Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 740 Provocation from Afar
Before Amuro Tooru could even open his mouth, he could already see the impatience in Vodka's eyes, and he reluctantly shut up.

Not long after, Gin tapped the table a few times with an ashtray, as if it were a gavel, to indicate that he had something to say next.

The hushed discussions in the hall ceased, and everyone's attention turned to him.

"There have been many things happening within the organization recently, as you all probably know."

"I won't go into the details, there's no need to dwell on what has already happened."

The deaths of dozens or even hundreds of people were simply glossed over.

Gin glanced around, making sure only Vermouth seemed unconcerned, before continuing, "We've lost a lot of peripheral members, which has led to a lot of redundant data within the organization. It needs to be cleaned up. These things aren't suitable for peripheral members to know, so I called you all over."

Xia Chuan raised his eyes, thinking that such words could probably only fool someone like Gil.

No, judging from Kiel's eyes, he clearly didn't believe it either.

No one spoke up to refute him; they were all waiting for Gin to continue.

"However, the information is all classified by the organization, and no one can leave during this period of sorting."

The room was completely silent, and no change in expression could be seen.

Gin had anticipated this. If there really was an undercover agent, he wouldn't have dared to show up here and be intimidated by a single sentence from him.

Seeing that the time was right, Gin gave Vodka a wink.

As if he had rehearsed this beforehand, Vodka suddenly stood up and said nervously, "Brother, how can we not leave?"

"Any questions?"

Gin raised an eyebrow, appearing dignified and serious, but in reality, he was filled with shame.

He's not good at acting, so Vermouth should have done it; he himself felt a little embarrassed.

“I just found out through the organization’s channels that there’s a guy who’s been causing trouble for the Metropolitan Police Department. He’s planning to plant a bomb tomorrow to provoke the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. I’ve already made arrangements for our peripheral members to take advantage of this opportunity to blow up Teitan Elementary School. Without me overseeing things, those peripheral members probably won’t be able to do it well.”

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze froze for a moment, and everyone except Vermouth, who was in the know, was shocked.

That's Teitan Elementary School, a place that gathers thousands of elementary school students from Beika and Beika. If the bomb were to explode, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At that point, it won't just be the Japanese police; the entire country of Japan will likely experience a major earthquake, with devastating consequences comparable to the demolition of the Twin Towers.

"Hehe, I've been preparing for several days to get revenge on Xia Chuan. This time, I'll let him know the price of offending the organization."

“I’ve already investigated. Both of Natsukawa’s daughters are in Teitan Elementary School, and that bespectacled brat has already affected us twice. I’m going to send them to meet their maker.”

"Are you crazy?"

Amuro Tooru's tone was low and unusually solemn: "Do you know what the consequences will be? The reason we can still develop now is because Japan hasn't invested much effort in us. If Teitan Elementary School is blown up, the US branch will serve as a warning."

There is no doubt that a nation could easily destroy the Japanese branch with its full strength.

As long as businessmen and politicians sense the crisis and unite as one, organizations like wineries are not as hard to find as one might imagine.

All the codenamed members knew this.

Kusuda Rikudo could no longer sit still. How could he not know about the explosion?
If Teitan Elementary School is blown up, his newly promoted codenamed member status will probably be destroyed and shattered by Japan's ruthless methods before he even has a chance to have a codename!

The dimly lit room was completely silent; everyone was waiting for Vodka's reply.

Unlike Kusuda Rikudō, they knew that Vodka wouldn't dare to do it, and that Gin was definitely behind it all, though it was hard to say whether that was true or not.

Even so, Xia Chuan's face beneath the tequila mask was already a dark bluish-black.

His fists were clenched tightly in his pockets; if he were to take them out, you would definitely see that all the veins on his arms were bulging.

After all, it's Gin. It's hard to say, but it's quite possible.

Xia Chuan was very troubled. However, Anya had a cold and would probably go to the hospital tomorrow. After the hospital visit, knowing Anya's personality, she definitely wouldn't go to school.

Given Anya's persistent advances and the fact that he hasn't been in contact with her, Joel's personality suggests he'll likely agree without hesitation.

This did give Xia Chuan a slight sense of relief, but only a tiny bit.

Even though he knew this was Gin testing him, he couldn't help himself.

I couldn't help but beat up the vodka.

Fortunately, he managed to hold back. He was thankful that Ai Haibara and Anya had caught a cold, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Don't worry, I can't possibly blow up the whole school. I'll just target Xia Chuan's two daughters. The bespectacled kid happens to be in that class too, so it's a win-win situation."

Vodka has a kind smile, but his words send chills down your spine.

Even in a single class, there are thirty or forty students.

"Big brother, how about I..."

Vodka grinned sheepishly and made a running away gesture with his fingers.

"That's not necessary."

"It's the same to leave this kind of thing to the outside members; no one will leak the information anyway."

Gin's gaze was incredibly eerie, like a viper flicking its tongue, waiting for someone present to reveal their true colors.

"We just need to wait for news at the base. Besides, you really should practice your data organization skills. Every time you hand me the data, it's a complete mess."

Gin wasn't making this up; sometimes the data Vodka compiled was like a pile of shit, requiring Gin to reorganize it.

This is a good opportunity to get some exercise.

Gin's lips curled into a mocking smile as he looked at everyone present: "Everyone needs to organize the data, so you'll stay here and keep everyone company."

These words didn't seem to be spoken to vodka, but rather to someone in the room, speaking to them from afar.

As dawn broke, sunlight streamed in through the window like scattered gold dust, filling the entire bedroom without reservation as it filtered through the clear glass.

The light illuminated the bedding on the bed, and in the interplay of light and shadow, one could almost see the dust motes dancing slowly in the air.

The scene that is incompatible with this beauty is right there in bed.

The bedding was haphazardly draped to one side, and the little girl, dressed in loose star-patterned pajamas, lay across the Simmons mattress, with only her legs inside the bedding.

Her mouth was wide open, her breathing was steady, but her brows were furrowed, her cheeks were flushed, and there were some fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

There was a knock on the door, but no response was heard, so the door was opened.

Joel was already used to Anya being unresponsive, so he came up and first checked her forehead temperature.

Shaking his head, he muttered to himself, "It doesn't look any better. I should go to the hospital to get it checked out. I guess Ai is in the same boat. Looks like I'll have to take the day off."

Anya woke up groggily, and vaguely saw a figure in her vision.

"Uh, Mother."

Before Anya could react after blurting it out, Joel's face turned as red as a newly started train, with white smoke billowing from his head, and he swayed back and forth like a noodle.

"No, no, no, Anya, I'm not ready yet!!!"

Anya stared blankly at Yoel's bewildered behavior.

(End of this chapter)