Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 803 I don’t even want to act anymore

Let's return our focus to Beika Town.

After much deliberation, Vermouth realized she needed to take action, which meant the Joel family would have to conduct an investigation.

So, the clever woman assigned the task to Agave.

First of all, she was the main person in charge of this operation and had the authority to arrange the tequila operation.

Gin didn't actually know much about her plans, and Vodka's presence, besides helping, also served to monitor her.

In that case, she didn't need to be polite with Gin; she could use his people as she pleased, and she wouldn't feel bad even if they died.

However, when Tequila actually found out what it was, Vermouth was still skeptical.

Half an hour after notifying Tequila, this guy actually told her that he saw Natsukawa and Ai Haibara at Yoel's house, and that he personally saw Yoel drive to the Metropolitan Police Department for his shift.

Their lives were as if the invitation had never appeared at all.

What exactly is Natsukawa Yoru on that ghost ship?
Her first thought was that Natsukawa had indeed cooperated with the FBI.

The FBI also has skilled disguise practitioners, though not particularly strong, they are virtually undetectable unless you look closely. Or perhaps it's the work of Yukiko Kudo, in which case it would be even more difficult to spot.

But this doesn't explain who Ai Haibara is in Professor Agasa's house at all!

The only person who can impersonate another child is a child, so the child in Professor Agasa's house must be one of Conan, Ai Haibara, or Anya.

To confirm if it was Conan, they tried calling Baileys, but the call couldn't be connected, showing that the number had left the service area. The same thing happened with Vodka.

Vermouth almost turned pale, but then she remembered something.

To ensure the ghost ship could not contact the outside world, he instructed Baileys to use the electromagnetic pulse to destroy all electronic communication equipment immediately after the murder.

Although the organization has preventative measures, the special isolation material used by Vodka at the hospital last time has already been used up, and they can't make any new ones for the time being, so it's normal that the two can't contact each other.

But this left her somewhat at a loss.

"No, I have to go and see what's going on. They probably never expected that I would be eyeing Professor Agasa's house."

Half an hour later.

The red car slowly pulled up in front of Professor Agasa's house.

Vermouth and Ireland got off the train together.

The lights were on in front of Professor Agasa's house, as if welcoming the upcoming guests.

The streetlights on both sides cast a dim yellow light, and the street corner was eerily quiet, as if someone might emerge from all around.

"Are you sure there's no one around?" Vermouth asked, frowning.

Ireland nodded confidently: "We arranged surveillance several days in advance, and tonight I had the outer team check again, and we didn't find any suspicious individuals."

"By the way, I've also confirmed with the FBI. It seems they haven't reached an agreement with the IRS yet, so the person hasn't been released."

"Am I making a fuss over nothing?" Vermouth murmured to herself, looking up at Professor Agasa's front door, her gaze gradually hardening.

Upon reaching the door, Vermouth quickly composed herself, touched her neck, coughed lightly twice, and then rang the doorbell.

The doorbell rang for about several tens of seconds, then the monitor next to it suddenly lit up, and Ai Haibara with brown hair appeared on the screen, asking in confusion, "Who is it?"

Vermouth turned around, facing the visual sensor next to the screen, and said gently, "Ai, it's me."

"Ran-neechan?" Ai Haibara asked, sounding curious.

“Yes, Natsukawa-nii thought it was a bit dangerous for you to be alone at Professor Agasa’s house, so he sent me to pick you up,” Vermouth said.

"Pick me up? Pick me up where?"

Conan, standing inside, sneered inwardly, thinking that the Ran in front of him was definitely a fake.

He had already made a plan with Xia Chuan, and there was absolutely no way such a thing could happen. Even if it did, he shouldn't have let Xiao Lan come to pick him up.

The other party's identity is becoming increasingly obvious.

However, the famous detective had no intention of revealing the other party's identity at this time. His main purpose was to investigate Vermouth's attitude towards him and eventually arrest her. So the play had to continue.

"Really? Okay, I'll grab my things and be right there."

Conan took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax and avoid making any mistakes in the following situation.

He had already asked Dr. Agasa to prepare several tranquilizer watches, which he would put in his pocket later, so that he would have a way to deal with even if there were many people.

After hanging up the phone, I turned around and was about to run to the living room when I suddenly bumped into a tall figure.

He plopped down on the ground, letting out a soft hum with great feeling.

Who is it?

Conan touched his burning buttocks, and just as he was about to see the person's face clearly, he felt a pain in his neck and fell into a coma.

Conan never expected that the other party would be so decisive and swift, not even bothering to act. The video call was just to attract his attention, while someone had actually infiltrated the group.

Dressed in a black outfit, the Irishman with clearly defined muscles smiled cruelly, scooped the person up, and opened the door.

At the door, Vermouth saw that Ireland had succeeded and felt a little relieved. She immediately told him to leave.

The black sedan parked for less than five minutes before quickly leaving, taking Conan, disguised as Ai Haibara, with it.

The vehicle sped off, and Vermouth ripped off Conan's human skin mask, then looked surprised.

"Is this the child you want to arrest?"

Ireland glanced in the rearview mirror and was even more surprised to see that the other person was wearing a human skin mask than Vermouth.

Vermouth glanced at him, a hint of complexity in her otherwise calm eyes. "No, but it's okay. Let's go to Natsukawa's house."

Now she's completely confused, so the bandaged man who solved the case that Baileys told her about in her last phone call wasn't Shinichi Kudo?

Despite being completely bewildered, Vermouth had no intention of giving up. She stared intently at Conan for a couple of seconds, then finally sighed. As expected of the famous detective Shinichi Kudo.

He pulled out the tranquilizer dart and high-tech glasses from Conan's jacket pocket and threw them out the window.

But he probably didn't expect that he would be so decisive in taking action.
"Why do we still need to go to Xia Chuan's house?" Ireland shuddered. Both Xia Chuan and Joel had left a deep impression on him.

"It's alright, we have hostages, and that Xia Chuan might not even be the real deal."

Vermouth is gambling that Xia Chuan got on the ship!
It's impossible for no one to go on the ship. Since Conan didn't go, Natsukawa must have gone, otherwise safety wouldn't be guaranteed.

"It might not be true. Then who could it be?" Ireland asked, puzzled.

Looking into Vermouth's deep eyes through the rearview mirror, Ireland felt for the first time the wisdom of the former head of the US branch.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)