Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 868 Anya's Disaster
"Haibara, stop spacing out. How about we play Kamen Rider cards together? You can use monster cards, and I'll use Kamen Rider cards. It's fair. I only have three gold cards, and although you don't have any, I'm sure I can't beat you with all those cards."

Ai Haibara didn't bother to turn around, gazing out the window.

"Go ahead and play by yourself. Improve your operational capabilities first, otherwise no matter how many gold cards you have, you'll still lose to me. It's not the first time."

The little girl's smile froze, her face darkened, and she glanced at the three little ones. Seeing that they were still complaining and hadn't heard about her heroic feat, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The distance that Ai Haibara could see.

Shinichiro was sitting by the playground watching elementary school students play basketball, occasionally yawning, clearly bored.

"I should tell Xia Chuan later, so that Shinichiro doesn't have to protect us at home."

“Yes, that’s what I think too. He should protect the people who should be protected!” Anya nodded firmly, expressing her complete agreement with Ai Haibara’s statement.

"Well, I've already finished reading the first-grade textbook, so I can tutor you and give you homework later."

She still remembered Anya talking back to her when she was at the Domoto Music Academy.

This is definitely not petty; it's mainly because Xia Chuan has high expectations for Anya, and in order to repay Xia Chuan's kindness in adopting her, she can only reluctantly play the bad cop.

"hateful!"

(〃＞ dishes＜)
Anya felt a chill run through her, her face suddenly turning purple, and she slammed the door shut without looking back.

"Ania, where are you going?" asked the kind-hearted Ayumi.

"I need to go to the toilet, my stomach hurts."

The little girl skipped and hopped away.

"The toilet is so far away, why can't the toilet be built next to the classroom?"

While idly complaining, he habitually activated his mind-reading function.

There are no bad guys in the school, and with Uncle Shinichi around, safety is guaranteed.

Her main goal was to hone her superpower of listening to others' thoughts. On the other hand, if she could get gossip or secrets about others, it would help her in ruling Teitan Elementary School in the future.

"This Anya looks a bit silly, is she really Xia Chuan's daughter?"

Suddenly, Anya stopped in her tracks.

Just as I was about to turn around to see which fool was chirping me, I heard the next sentence.

"Bringing her back would probably make Lord Rum look good."

"Curaçao has just died, and Arak has been assigned to investigate Wakasa Rumi's affairs. This is the time for me to shine!"

These words made her freeze for a moment, almost causing her to fall flat on her face. She managed to steady herself by holding onto the wall.

Because of her father, she had a deep impression of these names and immediately realized that the person she was eavesdropping on was also a member of the Black Organization.

Knowing the code names of so many people, they must be incredibly skilled assassins, right?

The corridor was quiet, and when someone occasionally passed by, Anya didn't dare to speak.

Although she could find a way to escape by using the help of other children, it could also lead to everyone being targeted. The righteous Masked Superman and Spy Bondman instilled in her a strong sense of justice, preventing her from doing such a thing.

Anya dared not turn around, because her pause had already alerted the other party.

Why did the child suddenly stop? She probably needs to use the restroom. Did she forget to bring toilet paper?
Anya's sudden turn of her head made Binga pause for a moment. He immediately pulled up his mask, lowered his head even further, and when he raised his hand, the smell of toilet cleaner on him became even stronger, making people want to avoid him.

"Ania forgot to bring tissues, I have to go back and get them right away."

Anya murmured to herself, her voice just loud enough for Binga to hear.

it is as expected.

Binga couldn't help but applaud his own guess.

However, it seems there's hardly anyone around now; the corridor is very quiet after those kids walked by.

As class was about to start, the students returned to their classrooms, but the teacher had not yet come out of the office.

Binga's gaze sharpened, and the ferocity in his eyes made the temperature in the corridor drop several degrees.

"Oops!"

Anya broke out in a cold sweat, but dared not stop walking, forcing herself to move forward.

Binga glanced at his watch and realized that there was less than a minute left before class started. He might miss this opportunity and it would be hard to find such a perfect moment again.

Anya, head down, quickened her pace, her heart pounding. Just ten meters ahead, around the corner, she could go straight downstairs. Uncle Shinichi was down at the outdoor basketball court. As long as she got downstairs and Uncle Shinichi saw her, she would be safe!
The girl displayed extraordinary rationality. If it were Ayumi in that situation, she might have just stood there, trembling with fear.

It's worth mentioning that Xia Chuan had shown Anya many big scenes, and coupled with her naturally strong heart, she was still able to take a step.

"Ouch!"

As she was walking, Anya suddenly bumped into something and fell to the ground with a thud.

Looking up, I saw the sanitation worker in front of me with a fierce look in his eyes.

Previously, I only knew about the other person's movements by listening to their inner thoughts, but now I'm finally seeing their real face.

Although he was wearing a mask, his fierce aura was still evident.

On the rolled-up sleeve, half a tattoo could be vaguely seen. The ferocious tattoo and the faint aura it exuded frightened Anya so much that she forgot to stand up and just stared blankly at the other person.

"Little friend, are you alright? I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and bumped into you."

As she reached out, her sleeve automatically rode up a little, and the dark blue tattoo made Anya tremble with fear.

Okay, let's take back our previous judgment. Anya is still a child after all. Although she is more composed than normal children, she can only be compared to other children, not like Ai Haibara or Conan.

Were you scared?

Binga sneered inwardly. Choosing Anya was indeed the right decision. He had investigated before and found that of Xia Chuan's two children, one was always at the top of the class, while the other was always at the bottom.

Children who are at the bottom of the class in first grade usually have weaker cognitive abilities than their peers and are easier to fool.

Watch me grab it and pinch it!
"Ahhh! Strange uncle, don't touch me! My father is very powerful!"

Anya's reaction provoked Binga to intercept her even more ruthlessly.

Ignoring the little girl's punches and kicks, Binga used a sleight of hand to tuck the little girl under his arm. After looking around to make sure no one was around, he immediately covered her chattering mouth.

The corridor fell silent.
Anya's eyes were filled with fear, but her mouth was gagged and she couldn't make a sound. Her fists and feet kicked wildly without any order, but they were too short to cause any effective damage.

Those expressive, bright eyes sparkled, as if saying: Feed me peanuts!

"Don't worry, Uncle will take you to the amusement park outside. How about Dorobiga Amusement Park? Their fancy fountains are really great."

"It'll have to be at night, but that's okay. I'll take you to a more fun place first, and there'll be some delicious cake. We can go to the amusement park later when it's quiet at night."

Anya refused to believe it and continued to struggle.

"They're quite wary."

Binga chuckled, secretly pleased with himself. Rum had told him not to act recklessly, as Xia Chuan would definitely be very protective of his two daughters.

The results of it?
Dark under the lamp.

He had already discovered Xia Chuan's subordinate outside.

That said, Shinichiro is indeed quite capable; his reconnaissance skills are very strong. He was almost discovered when he first infiltrated in the morning.

But it doesn't matter, at least the goal has been achieved now.

The problem now is how to get Anya out of here.

Just then, the bell rang for class.

Binga didn't have time to think too much, quickened his pace, and walked deeper into the corridor.

Once the teacher discovers that Anya hasn't returned to the classroom, he will definitely come out to look for her. He must take Anya away as soon as possible and avoid being discovered by Shinichiro.

After all, he didn't know if Natsukawa had any other plans besides Shinichiro.

A strange-smelling white towel was placed over her mouth and nose. Anya felt weak and sore all over, her mind went blank, and she soon fell into a coma.

Her breathing was steady, her eyes were closed, she had long eyelashes, soft pink hair, and rosy cheeks.

"She's really cute. No wonder Xia Chuan likes her so much despite her terrible grades." Binga clicked his tongue twice and silently placed her into the cleaning cart.

A cleaning worker wearing a mask pushing a cart is a common sight at the school.

The students had long since returned to their classrooms. As the bell rang, the teachers also began to walk towards their classrooms. As Binga passed by, no one suspected anything.

After all, no one could have imagined that kidnappers would dare to come to the school building and abduct students.

He turned his head and glanced at the playground outside the window, his brow furrowing.

Shin-Ide Tomoaki is no longer there.

When did you leave?
Never mind, none of that matters anymore.

Binga quickened his pace, his steps steady, his eyes devoid of any emotion, utterly unremarkable and arousing no suspicion.

The school gate is right in front of us, but the cleaning staff certainly can't push their carts directly out of the gate. There's a garbage station inside the school, and the cleaning staff need to go there first to dump their garbage. Then, someone will drive the garbage out.

Binga initially disguised himself as a garbage truck driver to sneak in. At that time, the other sanitation workers at the garbage station were out cleaning, so there was no one at the garbage station.

He pushed open the door and walked into the quiet garbage station. The stench made him frown, and with the mask filtering it out, the smell seemed even stranger.

Fortunately, Binga was already a seasoned killer, having experienced far worse environments in training and combat, without even flinching.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

The quietness at the garbage dump was somewhat unusual.

His sixth sense, that of an assassin, told him something was amiss.

"Who, come out!"

He coldly rebuked, and a dagger had appeared in his hand without anyone noticing.

My gaze swept across the room: wardrobe, desk, sofa, and chairs. The garbage room was very simple, with not many places to hide.

The sound echoed, but received no response, as if talking to thin air.

Did I guess wrong?

Binga remained wary, letting go of her hand and walking towards the bathroom next door.

Since they are cleaning staff, they inevitably get dirty during their work, so there is a small bathroom where they can wash up and change clothes.

Besides that, there's only one parking space left. However, the parking space isn't connected to the rooms inside and has no windows, so there's no possibility that the parking space could pose a threat to him, and therefore it's not considered.

Binga moved forward cautiously, his steps slow and silent. His watchful eyes were constantly scanning his surroundings, ready to pounce and deliver a fatal blow at the slightest sign of trouble.

He parted the curtain and looked into the bathroom. Apart from the mirror reflecting his face, which he considered incredibly handsome, he found nothing else.

Binga went inside and inspected each cubicle.

The bathroom was empty, with only the faucet dripping water, making a dripping sound.

"That's strange. Am I just being too nervous?"

Binga breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up from his hunched back.

"Dong dong."

Suddenly a voice came from the room!

The sound was like the sound of a cart lid being opened.

Binga's expression changed drastically. With lightning speed, he darted out and immediately focused his attention on the cart he had pushed back.

The cart remained completely still; the sound from before seemed to have nothing to do with it. But he knew that was impossible; his ears couldn't be faulty, and the sound had definitely come from the cart.

"Wait a moment!"

His gaze swept across the table, and he suddenly paused, startled.

When I left the garbage room, I put the garbage truck driver's clothes on the table. When I came back, they were still there, but when I went into the bathroom to check, the driver's clothes had disappeared from the table.
There was no doubt that he had been discovered.

Not knowing which direction the enemy was from, or whether the garbage room was already surrounded, Binga dared not make any excessive movements. He pretended not to have noticed anything and crept back to the cart.

Opening the cart, Anya breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her inside.

It's possible that the person reacted quickly enough, and the other person didn't have time to take the child away, or perhaps they realized their mistake but didn't know where they had hidden the child.

As long as Anya is still alive, being surrounded is not a big deal; with hostages in hand, there's no need to panic.

Outside.

A driver's coat was lying on the ground, and a person was standing next to it, none other than Shinichiro.

His face was very pale; Anya's kidnapping was something he hadn't expected.

Nothing happened for several days, which made him a little complacent. If Anya hadn't pressed the alarm, he wouldn't have known that Anya had been kidnapped.

The alarm device has built-in meter-level GPS positioning, which is why he was able to find this place so quickly.

But he didn't dare to make a move directly. The sausage-lipped guy was very recognizable; he was the black-clad member who appeared at the Domoto Music Academy that day, and he was Rum's subordinate.

They knew they were no match for the enemy in terms of force, so they could only stall for time to wait for reinforcements.

It would take Joel at the Metropolitan Police Department at least twenty minutes, and he needed to keep an eye on the other party during that time to prevent him from leaving.

Shinichiro went into hiding again, deliberately making noise. If he could delay Binga until Yoel arrived, that would be perfect.

However, such tricks are still too child's play for professional assassins.

(End of this chapter)