Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 762 Boasting Isn't Illegal
"No need to care?"

That's a very interesting statement!

Conan and Heiji Hattori's expressions shifted slightly. After hesitating for a while, Conan, whose curiosity was even greater, was finally dispatched.

"Natsukawa-nii, have you discovered something again? Using the word 'control' clearly means you think something will happen to the Morozumi family, right?"

Strange, why did I use the word "again"?

"No, I just don't like this woman's attitude."

There's no need to save this kind of person. Xia Chuan felt it was better to avoid trouble and wait until the other person was killed before helping to find the culprit.

After all, he still wanted to show off in front of Vermouth and increase his perceived threat level in the brewery's eyes, so that they would be more cautious whenever they encountered him in the future. Sometimes he would overthink things, and too many thoughts would distort his actions.

It's like a country from a past life.

When we don't have nuclear weapons, we get bullied; when we have nuclear weapons, others have to think twice before committing mutual destruction.

In the short time that followed, Anya had not found the so-called arsonist, nor were there any suspicious eyes nearby, and she had no clue what to do for the time being.

"They seem suspicious to me, should we take another look?"

Despite not getting any results, Conan and Hattori didn't give up. Under their sweet talk and flattery, Kogoro Mouri, who had lost face, put his rice back in his bowl and decided to see how things went.

After closing the door, the sounds inside could no longer be heard. Kogoro Mouri put his basic skills in investigating extramarital affairs to use, stepping over the flowers and plants in the front yard and going around to the side yard.

Neon is popular for installing huge floor-to-ceiling windows on one wall of the living room, and Zhujiaojia is no exception.

The glass wasn't very soundproof, so the three detectives gathered at the window, peeking out to see what was happening inside.

Anya also wanted to join in the fun, but Xia Chuan felt that such sneaky behavior was not worth emulating and stopped Anya's unreasonable actions.

"Ms. Kudo, didn't Mr. Kudo come back with you this time?"

At the entrance to Morozuka's house, Natsukawa put on a dramatic performance, aiming to mislead Vermouth about the information she possessed.

Sure enough, a clear smile appeared in Vermouth's eyes.

To better portray the character of Yukiko Kudo, Vermouth changed her voice again, her bloated body emitting a pleasant and clear female voice.

It's truly remarkable that Yusaku Kudo was able to marry Yukiko Kudo. Despite being thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, her voice still sounds like that of a young girl.

"That guy is still working on his manuscript. He was supposed to go on a trip to Europe, but he got caught by his editor halfway through. You know how things are in this industry. If he didn't get away, it means he won't be able to go out for a while."

"But speaking of which, Shin-chan, you've really gone to a lot of trouble for me. I've heard that you've encountered that organization several times. It's good that Mr. Natsukawa is here."

After praising him, Vermouth suddenly changed the subject, "By the way, Mr. Xia Chuan, with your abilities, you must be quite well-known abroad, right? What country are you from?"

Vermouth hid her emotions very well, making it seem as if she were having a casual chat.

“My father and I are both Arabs, and that kind of black, sticky stuff sometimes appears on our land.”

Anya is blatantly lying. The reason she knows about Arab countries and crude oil is because it was mentioned in yesterday's Bondman case.

Vermouth paused for a moment, then carefully examined Xia Chuan.

Xia Chuan has a distinctly white face, and his hair doesn't look dyed.

Arabs rarely have this light blonde hair, and their skin color is also off, more like that of Americans or Europeans.

"Where did you learn that from?" Xia Chuan smiled helplessly and hugged Anya. "Ania is joking. Our ancestors came to the United States during the Golden Age. After a century of development, we have a certain status in the United States."

Xia Chuan would certainly not reveal his true identity, so it was a mix of truth and falsehood, but at least the fact that he was an American was true.

As for the rest, bragging isn't illegal.
As for the rest, after he retires and manages them, they might actually become a large family. This is just wishful thinking for Vermouth.

"A century, a status?"

Vermouth murmured those two words, her eyes filled with confusion.

There isn't a single large family that can match the name Xia Chuan.

However, Xia Chuan does have that aristocratic air about him, and doesn't seem like an ordinary person.

Anya's appearance and hair color suggest that her mother must have had excellent genes.
"Ms. Kudo, you don't need to guess anymore. Actually, our family is quite private. Not many people know about it, and we're not like the Rothschilds."

"so."

Vermouth was somewhat disappointed.

There are many wealthy families in the United States, and even more that are hidden. If Xia Chuan hadn't revealed it, there would be no way to guess.

It seems that finding Natsukawa's family is not a reliable approach; we should start with Anya and Ai Haibara instead.

Ai Haibara!?

What a sad name, Sherry.
After a brief exchange between the two, the three detectives, who had clearly obtained some clues, emerged with strange expressions.

"What's wrong?" Xia Chuan asked with a half-smile.

"Xia Chuan-ge, you must have discovered it beforehand, right? It's really too eye-catching."

Hattori Heiji looked utterly dejected. What had he seen?
Two middle-aged people were kissing each other, and from their conversation, it turned out that the feng shui master named Soga Misao was actually a friend of Ryoko Morozumi's husband.

Mr. Moroko is so pitiful to be cheated on by his friend.

More importantly, the green has even reached their homes.

After finding a coffee shop nearby and listening to the three detectives' firsthand accounts, Xia Chuan waved his hand and said, "That's how it is when someone marries into a family. They have no status in the family, and this Ms. Morozumi Ryoko's personality is obviously extremely domineering."

"Forget it, let's go back. I've suddenly lost interest." Hattori Heiji crossed his legs listlessly.

"I think the strange person Ms. Zhujiao mentioned is probably her husband. It must be smelly to be cheated on at home. Her husband couldn't possibly not have noticed. He probably says he's working overtime every night, but he's actually loitering around his own door, looking for evidence of his wife's infidelity."

Hattori Heiji's statement made sense. Mouri Kogoro had seen too many similar families and nodded slightly: "It could also be a detective hired by her husband. In any case, it definitely has nothing to do with the arson case."

Xia Chuan declined to comment, nor did he offer any support.

Since the topic of arson has come up, according to Ke Xueyi's will, it must be related.

But so what? It's all because Ryoko Morozumi was rude, so let's just wait until she dies before we start investigating.

Ryoko Morozumi had no idea that the cause of her death was actually her lack of manners.

If they knew, they would be so angry they'd come back to life, and even if they turned into charred remains, they'd still want to have a heart-to-heart talk with Xia Chuan.

(End of this chapter)