Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 821 Confusing right and wrong

Kudo House.

No one had lived there for a long time, and when Yusaku Kudo returned this time, he didn't even smell any decay in the villa.

He surveyed his study, which resembled a library, with satisfaction.

Yukiko Kudo walked in with a cup of coffee, and while drinking it, she said, "Tsk tsk tsk, if only Shin-chan could marry Ran sooner. He hasn't been back for so long, but there's not a single odor in the house. I heard from Professor Agasa that Ran helped clean it."

"So, you made Shin-chan marry Ran just so you could find someone to clean the house?"

"Don't give me that. Every time I talk about the two of them, you change the subject. You don't need to speak up for him. If he were like you were back then, he wouldn't still be waiting to confess his feelings."

"Am I right, Shin-chan!?"

Yukiko Kudo turned to look at her five-year-old son, who had the mental age of seventeen, and squatted down to rub his hair in dissatisfaction.

"Please, things aren't that simple."

Conan escapes.

"Be careful, they might not wait for you."

Conan couldn't stand hearing this, and immediately glared angrily at his mother.

She was already in a bad mood, how could a mother curse her own son like that? Is he even her biological son?

"By the way, when is Mr. Natsukawa coming?"

Yusaku Kudo felt he needed to change the subject; he knew that if they continued talking, he would suffer the consequences.

Having been together for nearly twenty years, he knows his wife's character very well, and things that happen to others in the same boat happen every day.

Ah, if only she were like Eri Kisaki, she's so intellectual.

"They just called and said they'll be here soon."

Conan's face darkens whenever Natsukawa is mentioned.

"By the way, Mom, do you know why Xia Chuan didn't touch the Baileys and vodka on the 'ghost ship'?"

"How would I know? They don't have time to pay attention to these things."

"Then what are you going over there for?" Conan rolled his eyes.

"It's not because we don't have enough manpower; I just went there to make up the numbers."

"Hehe, I remember you didn't say that at the beginning." Conan murmured softly, but dared not speak loudly, otherwise he would be met with a loving fist.

Moreover, based on his current physique, he estimated that he would have been hit in the buttocks.

"Ding ding dong"

Upon hearing the sound, Conan immediately ran out to open the door.

Sure enough, Xia Chuan, dressed formally, was standing outside the door.

He held his signature hat in his hand, leaning it against his chest. His retro-colored suit was impeccably tailored, his face was gentle, and a slight smile played on his lips. He exuded a classical and elegant aura.

"Brother Xia Chuan, you've finally arrived."

The villas in 5-chome all have different architectural styles, and the Kudo family's house is no exception.

Instead of talking to Natsukawa in the reception room, Conan led her through a long corridor to the empty study.

This cylindrical study is a duplex, spanning the first and second floors, with towering bookshelves accessible only via a special staircase. The surrounding bookshelves are filled with a dazzling array of books, perfectly reflecting Yusaku Kudo's identity as a writer.

In the middle of the study, there is a single desk, which is probably where Kudo Yusaku works.

Even with the windows open and coffee brewing, you can still smell a strong fragrance of books when you enter, giving you a refreshing and detached feeling.

The Kudo couple, who were sitting on the sofa to the side, stood up and greeted Natsukawa when he entered. Natsukawa returned the greeting.

"Mr. Xia Chuan, how was the harvest this time?"

Yusaku Kudo did not actually participate in the planning of Natsukawa and Conan; he only sent his son and wife, giving the impression of being a master strategist who could win battles from afar.

Unfortunately, the son was unhelpful and got tricked by Xia Chuan; the wife was also quite something, she was probably only interested in having fun the whole time on the ghost ship and knew nothing about it.

"Nothing much was gained. I originally wanted to keep one or two codenamed members, but it's a pity." Xia Chuan shook his head, smiling bitterly, with a sense of helplessness at the failure of his plan.

"What's a pity?" Conan didn't believe it at all. He felt that Natsukawa had a chance, so he frowned and asked, "The ghost ship malfunctioned at the time. Vodka and Baileys could have easily taken it down. Didn't you plan to take Baileys down in the end? Why did you let them leave so easily in the end?"

"And then there's Aunt Joel's house. If Aunt Joel hadn't saved me and had instead chosen to stop Vermouth from leaving, and with the FBI's help, we would definitely have been able to take them down."

Conan was indignant. If he hadn't fainted in the first place and had participated, he would definitely have been able to successfully capture Vermouth and the other codenamed members.

Yusaku Kudo glanced at his son and remained silent.

He also wanted to know why.

"No way."

Xia Chuan shook his head; he had already prepared his explanation before coming.

The matter of Baileys should not be known to the Kudo family. There should be limits to cooperation, otherwise it is easy to be betrayed by Conan.

"First of all, the ship was grounded and we couldn't contact the outside world at all. But the distillery didn't have that problem. Baileys threatened me that if I made a move, a helicopter would come over immediately and everyone on the ship would be doomed."

"I could take action, but for the safety of everyone on board, I have to give up."

Conan and Yusaku Kudo both showed expressions of surprise.

They really didn't expect there to be such a reason.

Yes, since the distillery can disrupt communications, it must have its own preventative measures.

Once the helicopter hovers over the ship, it can drop a few bombs and the entire ghost ship, carrying hundreds of people, will be wiped out.

"So that's how it is. I knew you were planning to confess to that woman, but then you suddenly went to the basement to look for the so-called electromagnetic pulse device."

Xia Chuan nodded to the big star: "Yes, if we don't figure out this device soon, we'll still be cut off from communication the next time we meet."

Conan's expression softened somewhat, but he had no intention of letting Natsukawa off easily, nor did he care about the situation in Beika Town.

Knowing what Conan wanted to ask, Natsukawa continued, "Vermouth is actually a bit wronged."

He sighed, shook his head indignantly, and gulped down the coffee in his hand as if it were strong liquor.

It seemed that this still couldn't ease the pent-up frustration in his heart. He took out a cigarette to light it, but then realized he was in a study and put it back on the table.

Conan and Yusaku Kudo watched silently.

"Go ahead and smoke, it's fine," Yukiko Kudo shrugged indifferently.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Kudo Yusaku was so anxious he jumped up and down: "This is a study, the smell of smoke clashes with the smell of books."

With a troubled expression, Xia Chuan gently twirled the cigarette in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then continued, "The FBI also contacted you after we had finalized the plan. I included Shuichi Akai as a backup plan, since we didn't know how many people from the Black Organization would come."

"and then?"

"Take it easy." Kudo Yusaku gestured to his son.

This kid is still a bit impulsive.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)