Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 758 What kind of magic is this?
He remembered that when Xia Chuan and the others left, Xiao Lan seemed to call out to Xia Chuan, and Xia Chuan might have said something to Ito Misari.

"Yes, I tricked her into telling your dad about your disappearance, and then we'll mobilize the entire Tokyo police force to search for you."

"I see. So it was still thanks to Dad's intimidation power?"

“But my dad definitely won’t do that.” Hattori Heiji shook his head self-deprecatingly. Having experienced strict education since childhood, he knew his father’s expectations. His chauvinistic father would definitely not go to great lengths; at most, he would just come to Tokyo himself.

"Have you forgotten the Osaka treasure map case? Chief Hattori still cares about you as his son, so don't overthink it."

Heiji Hattori didn't say anything, but silently shrugged.

"Now that we've escaped, whether or not we decipher this code is irrelevant."

Upon hearing this, Hattori Heiji shook his head seriously: "No, this code is still very important. Right now, Ito Misari's crimes are only murder and kidnapping. After deciphering the code, we can find out that she used civilian identity information to launder money, and she can get a few more years in prison."

The abrasions on his body bothered the high school detective from Osaka, and his professional ethics also told him that he needed to unravel them.

Moreover, in just a few minutes, he had already found a breakthrough, and it was only a matter of time before he solved it.

Living room on the first floor.

Unaware that the hostages upstairs had already escaped, Misari Ito was packing her belongings, preparing to flee.

After much deliberation, she still felt that offending Hattori Heizo was more serious, and even if she could obtain that evidence, it would be useless.

A little investigation into the situation in Nanchuan will reveal that the other party has been investigating him recently, and it will be easy to find her by following this lead.

Moreover, it's not easy to offend high-ranking officials in Japan. Don't be fooled by the fact that the detective is so famous and the police are so ineffective; it's because the higher-ups don't care.

If those in power get angry, even her reputation, built up over so long, will be ruined in no time, and her money laundering schemes using these ordinary people will be exposed.

Rather than doing that, it's better to run away quickly.

"Hurry up, I've already contacted the port. We'll go abroad and hide for a while before trying to change our identities and come back. We definitely can't stay in Japan for a while. Anyway, we have enough money to last us for a long time."

"Big sister, aren't we making a mountain out of a molehill? After all, we have them in our hands. We can just kill them and not get caught."

"Even if we have to run, we should kill them first!"

The two henchmen worked together in unison.

Misari Ito sneered and replied, "We might still have a chance if we run away now. But if we kill the son of the Osaka Prefectural Police Chief, do you think they will let us off easily? You haven't seen the methods of these high-ranking officials. Even if we escape to the United States, it won't help. Japan and the United States have an extradition treaty. What we will face then will be more terrifying than a legal trial."

The two henchmen swallowed hard, sweat beading on their foreheads, and moved much faster than before.

Clearly, although they are ferocious, they are also afraid of death.

The three quickly packed their things, went to the garage, and got into Misari Ito's luxury car, which was worth 20 million yen.

If you were more observant, you could have noticed that Misari Ito had a problem much earlier.

How could someone who helps ordinary people with their lawsuits at low prices afford such a large house and such an expensive car?

The engine hummed as it started, the roller shutter opened, and outside light gradually streamed into the garage.

As the roller shutter door rose, military green suit trousers slowly came into view, followed by the suit jacket, and then that handsome face and blond hair illuminated by the light.

Upon seeing the person at the door, Misari Ito's expression suddenly turned ugly.

Although she had only met him once, she remembered the handsome man with a gentle smile.

If I remember correctly, other people call him Xia Chuan.

That expression and look in their eyes were really annoying.

"Sister."

"Drive, run him over!" However, her order was not carried out for a long time. Realizing the problem, she immediately turned to look at her subordinate in the driver's seat.

"Big sister, I feel so bad."

The man in the driver's seat was pale, his legs were trembling, and his back was straight, as if something terrifying was pressing against him from the back of the seat.

Misari Ito's gaze sharpened as she noticed a tiny needle on the back of the driver's seat, stained with blood. There was also a small bloodstain on the back of one of her men.

The moment she noticed, the man in the driver's seat changed his expression from pain to fear, and finally fainted.

The man in the back seat tried to do something, but found that the seatbelt seemed to be broken and he couldn't open or pull it. He was like a clown who had trapped himself in the back seat.

Is having safety awareness a mistake?
He thought so.

Misari Ito's fat face trembled, and indignation flashed in her eyes. She pressed the man's foot on the accelerator and began adjusting the gearbox.

Set the gear to the highest setting and floor the accelerator.

The car body shook and the engine roared violently, but even so, the vehicle remained motionless, as if it had been nailed to the spot.

"What kind of magic is this?"

She couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Before the people inside the car could make any other move, a steel pipe smashed the car window, revealing Hattori Heiji's smug smile to Ito Misa.

"Give up. Brother Xia Chuan already installed jacks under the wheels. Even if you floor the gas pedal, it won't move an inch. Didn't expect that, did you?"

Hattori Heiji's smile was incredibly smug, and his bright white teeth were so dazzling that Ito Misari wanted nothing more than to smash them one by one.

"And," he gestured to the driver's seat, "this gentleman isn't in good condition. I think he needs a doctor, and the police should be arriving soon."

"Hattori Heiji!" Ito Misari gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Sorry, it seems you can't escape."

"I should have listened to him and killed you! Damn it!"

"It's too late, I'm so sorry!"

"No, it's not too late."

Misari Ito's emotions gradually calmed down, revealing a ferocious look. A pistol appeared in her hand, which she extended from the broken window and pressed against Heiji Hattori's forehead.

However, she never imagined that this was actually Hattori Heiji's doing.

The moment the pistol was pressed against his forehead, Hattori Heiji's body suddenly leaned backward, the curved part of the steel pipe in his hand hooked onto Ito Misari's wrist, and then he suddenly twisted the steel pipe.

The L-shaped steel pipe crossed over his obese wrist, leaving bloody marks.

When pain strikes suddenly, the body's natural reaction is to open its arms.

The pistol clattered to the ground and was picked up by Heiji Hattori.

"Hehe, Brother Xia Chuan is right, you do indeed have a pistol on you."

"It's not just my eldest sister who has it!"

The man in the back seat had already pulled out a pistol and shot the safety buckle, managing to slip out while Hattori Heiji and the older sister were arguing.

"Let go of my sister, or I'll kill you!"

(End of this chapter)