Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 788 Mr. Haneda
Vermouth is unaware that her identity has been exposed.

At this moment, she and Gin were interrogating Kinoshita Eisuke in front of them.

Kinoshita Eisuke's arms were hoisted high, and his wrists were already raw and bloody from the handcuffs, with clear rings of dark purple bruises.

The prolonged suspension left his arms numb and swollen, hanging limply with his fingers slightly bent. His body swayed irregularly, limp and seemingly completely devoid of feeling.

"These groping hands, vodka did a good job."

Vermouth crossed her arms and nodded in satisfaction, circling around Kinoshita Eisuke as if admiring a work of art.

Given her special status at the distillery, she naturally wouldn't personally carry out the torture; all these wounds were the work of vodka.

After being tortured so severely that it was unbearable for a normal person, Kinoshita Eisuke fell into a coma.

"Wow--"

A basin of cool salt water was poured over his head, and Kinoshita Eisuke instantly awoke from his coma.

The chill of the cold water hadn't faded yet, and the salt water had just mixed with the wound when the excruciating pain spread from the center of the wound outwards, causing a dull ache throughout the body. Each heartbeat was accompanied by a sharp, stabbing pain, making one almost faint, and all one wanted to do was curl up to ease the pain.

With his body suspended, Kinoshita Eisuke could only curl up, a movement that only put more pressure on his hands.

Even if someone survives this torture, their hands will be crippled.

"Just kill me, please."

Kinoshita Eisuke wailed in agony.

He had just gotten home and lay down to sleep when this female devil suddenly appeared in his room. Not only did she kill his wife right in front of him, but she also tied him up and brought him here.

"Hey, Dr. Kinoshita, don't you want to live?"

"Yes, of course I want to survive!"

Kinoshita Eisuke, whose pupils were about to dilate, heard these words as if he were a dying man grasping at a straw, and pleaded urgently, "Let me go, I'm just a doctor."

"Tell me, what is your relationship with Rumi Wakasa!?"

Wakasa Reiumei?

Kinoshita Eisuke was stunned for a moment, then asked incredulously, "How did you know?"

He carefully examined the two men in front of him and strongly suspected that they were police officers, because only the police officer named Yuri knew his identity.

Vermouth didn't speak, but silently scooped up a spoonful of salt water and poured it on the whip marks on Kinoshita Eisuke's chest.

The muscles trembled and twitched, and crimson blood gushed out in an instant.

The pain stimulated his nerves, and Kinoshita Eisuke finally came to his senses. This couldn't be the police. The police wouldn't use torture like this. At the very least, they would question him first and only take action if they didn't get an answer.

What he experienced was a brutal, indiscriminate torture, a method he had only seen on television, usually a show of force by evil organizations.

Only when the scenario he scoffed at happened to him did he feel that helplessness. At that moment, no matter what the other person asked, he would answer without hesitation that even if he couldn't live, he could die a quick and painless death.

"I said, stop messing with me!"

Kinoshita Eisuke realized he had said the wrong thing and was on the verge of tears. He hurriedly explained, "It was Mr. Haneda who asked me to do this. He said that Wakasa Rumi was his friend and asked me to secretly give her the good medicine."

"He promised me that if I could revive Rumi Wakasa, he would give me a paper that would be famous enough to be published in The Lancet, and he would also give me a large sum of money."

So that's how it is, using professional honors and money.
Gin and Vermouth exchanged a glance, both showing great interest in this Mr. Haneda.

Although the scholar's surname isn't Haneda, it's perfectly normal to change one's name. Only a fanatical scientist like "the scholar" could probably make Kinoshita Eisuke so famous in the Lancet.

"What is Mr. Haneda's full name? How did you contact him? Where is he now?"

Kinoshita Eisuke paused for a moment, but thinking of his throbbing wound, he immediately answered without hesitation: "I don't know Mr. Haneda's full name. He found me online. Although I've never met him, he's still a friend on my chat room account."

"In addition, he should be from the Kansai region."

“How come you see?”

“During our conversation, he asked for my opinion. When he asked, he used the word ‘jibun,’ which means ‘I’ in the Kanto region, so I didn’t understand it at first. Later, I found out that he might be from Kansai, where ‘jibun’ refers to you. Because I have traveled to Osaka and Kyoto many times for work, some of my friends there also use that word, so I guessed it.”

"Although it's confirmed to be Kansai, it's not actually that useful," Gin muttered softly.

The Kansai region is very large, encompassing seven prefectures: Kyoto, Osaka, Mie, Shiga, Hyogo, Nara, and Wakayama.

"Aren't scholars from Kanto? Or are they from the Ooka family?" Gin looked at Vermouth, wanting to hear her opinion.

In the Kansai region, there are few forces capable of producing academic papers that can gain fame in The Lancet, and even fewer that have a grudge against breweries.

The Ooka family is the prime suspect.

"How would I know? I could ask the boss. He has the most contact with scholars, so he might know something."

Kinoshita Eisuke was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized the problem.

The things these two mysterious men were talking about, whether it was the so-called boss or the Ooka family, seemed to be things that a mere doctor like him could not possibly know.

She was already an attending physician in her thirties, and she could still have a wife at home and mistresses on the side. She wasn't stupid. Yet, she talked about these things that she didn't want him to hear in front of her without any concealment.

—They don't intend to let themselves off the hook!

Kinoshita Eisuke's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned ashen.

But compared to being tortured to death, confessing everything might give me a painless way to die, right?

He no longer looked forward to living; he only wished for a quick and painless death.

"Kill me. That's all I know. Keeping me alive is pointless."

"You actually knew we weren't going to let you go?" Vermouth looked at the man in front of her with a bright smile.

This man touched me inappropriately last night. If it weren't for my mission, I should have dealt with him on the spot.

But it's not too late.

She grabbed a surgical scalpel from the table and brandished it across Kinoshita Eisuke's face. "Tell me, should I slit your throat, or cut off the tools you use to do bad things and let you bleed to death?"

Gin frowned.

As a man, he unconsciously squeezed his legs together.

"Alright, keep this person for now, I need him."

"Would you dare hire someone like that?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

(End of this chapter)