Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 787 The only clue
He knows he has shrunk into Conan, knows his relationship with Ran, and even has a deep understanding of his mother's personality.

These three questions lingered in Conan's mind, leaving him unable to understand them.

Even a winery shouldn't know itself and the people around it so well.

Unless the distillery had been paying attention to him for several years, it would be impossible for them to know so much, which contradicts the fact that he had only recently come into contact with the distillery this year.

But as I said before—when you eliminate all the impossible scenarios, whatever remains, however unbelievable, is the truth.

This Vermouth is indeed Edogawa Fumiyo, whom I've been calling "Mom" for several days.

“There must be some clues that I haven’t discovered yet. If she really knows me, Mom, and Xiaolan so well, she must have had contact with us.”

The detective regained his confidence; now that fear had taken hold, it was too late for regrets. It was better to confirm the other party's identity based on the available information.

The FBI is right next to him now. If they can confirm Vermouth's identity, they might be able to turn the tide!
“She is a woman who knows me, Xiaolan, and my mother, and even knows what happened to us in New York a year ago. What happened in New York a year ago should not have been investigated. It should only be known to me, Xiaolan, and my mother. Unless this Vermouth is also a witness.”

"The actress portrayed my mother's personality so vividly that it couldn't have been just acting. She must know my mother, and perhaps even be quite familiar with her."

Upon thinking of this, Conan's face immediately turned pale. His family might have been targeted by the liquor company a long time ago.

"Damn it, what exactly is this organization trying to do?"

"I will definitely find you all completely, Vermouth, Gin, and that Mr. Karasuma Renya."

Conan closed his eyes, and everything flashed and intertwined in his mind, with all sorts of possibilities being raised and deduced.

The relevant personnel were listed in my mind.

Conan seemed to have entered a palace of memories. With each step forward, different scenes flashed by, and unfamiliar or familiar faces took shape in the palace, coming one after another to challenge his deductions.

As various possibilities were eliminated and various intersections arose, the image of a woman slowly took shape in my mind.

It's her, the American superstar Chris Vineyard!
This big star has acting skills similar to my mother's, is a master of disguise, is my mother's friend, and has some understanding of me and Ran. He took my mother, me, and Ran on a trip for a while, and Edogawa Fumiyo had mentioned this incident before.

It must be her. Only someone like her could impersonate my mother and keep me from discovering it for so long.

Conan took out his phone again, wanting to call his mother to check on the situation.

However, after a series of beeps, the call was not answered.

The call went unanswered for a long time, and Conan seemed to have thought of something.

His phone call might have been tapped, and the conversation he just had might have reached Vermouth's ears.

If you were Vermouth, what would you do? You would definitely silence her, no doubt about it.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Conan's pale face turned ashen, as if he had been poisoned by Joel's cooking.

"No, no!"

Conan quickly banished this terrifying thought from his mind.

To act so quickly, they must have arranged for someone to follow them, and given that his father's reasoning and observation skills were superior to his own, there was no way he wouldn't have noticed.

If I had noticed, I would have reminded myself just now.

So, it must be because I hung up on my mom, and that's why she's acting all high and mighty. My mom is definitely capable of doing something like that.

Thinking of this, Conan first breathed a sigh of relief, then pursed his lips; his mother's personality was just too troublesome.

However, Fumiyo Edogawa realized that she didn't even know where the other person lived.

If her phone calls were being tapped and she knew she had been discovered, she certainly wouldn't appear as Fumiyo Edogawa anymore.

I see. No wonder she refused when I offered to accompany her to the hotel that day; she was probably worried about leaving clues. As expected of a codename member of the distillery, her attention to detail is impeccable.
"Hey kid, have you finished your call?"

Judy finally couldn't hold back any longer, and the little guy spent almost twenty minutes on the phone.

As a special agent, time is the most precious thing, especially since they are currently discussing Vermouth. Time is money, and it also means Kinoshita Eisuke's chances of survival.

Of course, the Japanese citizens had nothing to do with them; their main concern was finding Vermouth as soon as possible.

That devilish woman who killed her parents when she was very young and then walked away.

That was the driving force that propelled me to become an FBI agent, and it's also my eternal pain.

Conan returned to the car after a moment of contemplation, considering whether or not to tell Shuichi Akai about his situation.

Vermouth is impersonating her mother, but if the identity of Fumiyo Edogawa is investigated carefully, it will be confirmed that no such person exists. At that time, Shuichi Akai will also suspect his identity.

"Conan."

Hideaki Akai noticed Conan's hesitation and looked at him seriously: "Speak your mind. Now that you've found me, let's trust each other."

Seemingly moved by Shuichi Akai's sincerity, Conan nodded vigorously.

“Just now, Uncle Xia Chuan called me. He found a company that might be related to the winery. Perhaps we can find clues about the winery through this company, or even find this Vermouth.”

"company?"

"Yes."

Conan nodded vigorously, but didn't explain much about the reasons.

He closed his eyes and thought carefully, and with his extraordinary memory, he finally remembered the payment company listed on the rental slip left in the campervan.

That was the only clue left by Vermouth, who was disguised as Fumiyo Edogawa.

Higashida Capital Co., Ltd.

Conan was actually very puzzled when he saw the rental agreement in the campervan.

The Kudo family's methods of making money can be roughly divided into four types.

One type is the property that Kudo Yusaku inherited from his mother, which includes not only savings but also some domestic and international investments.

One example is Yusaku Kudo's achievements in mystery novels, which include revenue sharing from book sales and income from novels adapted into films and television series.

In addition, Yusaku Kudo occasionally works as a detective, with clients from all over the world, and he receives a large commission every time he solves a case.

The last one comes from the star effect of Yukiko Kudo. Although she is a retired actress, she still has international influence. She occasionally makes cameo appearances in movies and endorses many cosmetics or luxury goods. Her income is no less than that of Yusaku Kudo.

Four types of income constitute the entire source of income for the Kudo family.

Conan knew perfectly well what projects or companies he had invested in, and none of them were companies called Higashida Capital Co., Ltd.

I initially thought my mom had asked some friend for help.

Now it seems otherwise; this Higashida Capital Co., Ltd. is very likely a subsidiary of the brewery.

Judging from the name, it is very likely a white glove company!

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)