Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Even though the other party couldn't escape after killing someone, since they mentioned Saeki's name, Kenzo Narumi probably guessed that the other party had no intention of running away at all.

Cheng Zengjian's face turned pale: "Um, Mr. Tachikawa, let's talk this out. I can give you a lot of money..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Tachikawa Masato said coldly, "Do you think I'd want your filthy money? We've gone to so much trouble just to avenge Saeki..."

When Tachikawa Masato, like other murderers, recounted his tragic motives for committing the crime.

Conan had already run around the field several times, trying to find a good angle to subdue Tachikawa Masato with a soccer ball.

But because it was a tennis match, the entire court was very spacious.

The staff cleared out the venue before the awards ceremony, which means that if Conan doesn't want to be seen, he has to do it from a great distance.

Even Conan couldn't guarantee that Tachikawa Masato, a professional tennis player, wouldn't have a sixth sense for the ball and sense his actions in advance.

If he had used even a little force, Cheng Zengjian would have been dead.

Damn it, I never expected the criminal to use this method to get close to the victim. Conan scratched his head hard, feeling a long-lost sense of powerlessness.

Wait a minute, if the murderer's group's accomplice is this Tachikawa Masato, then who did Nukumizu and Itsuki chase after?

Conan looked around but found no trace of warm water.

Damn it, where did that guy go? I always managed to solve cases before him, but why is he suddenly so unreliable this time? He even let Xiaolan get bullied by thugs.

Just then, a helicopter flew in from a distance.

attracted everyone's attention.

Masato Tachikawa also looked up.

The helicopter slowly descended to the top of the venue. The cabin door opened, and Yuanzi grabbed the door and shouted down, "Zhengren, don't do anything stupid!"

Tachikawa Masato looked shocked: "Sonoko, what brings you here?"

"Of course I'm here to stop you. Have you forgotten? Today is Saeki's death anniversary." Sonoko said with a pained expression.

“But… Sonoko, are we just going to let this guy get away with it? If it weren’t for him, Saeki wouldn’t have died.” Tachikawa Masato became more and more angry as he spoke. “This guy shouldn’t even be alive.”

The knife in Tachikawa Masato's hand was already embedded in Narumi Kenzo's neck.

Bright red blood oozed from the wound.

"No!" Sonoko exclaimed. "Masato, have you forgotten how much Saeki wanted you to continue in tennis? Do you think he'll be happy if you do this?"

When tennis was mentioned, many memories flashed through Masato Tachikawa's mind, and he stood there stunned, seemingly engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the tennis stadium.

Wearing a baseball cap and carrying a long-lens camera, Akira Doi gradually approached the center of the competition area.

Just a second before Doi Akira was about to reach the firing range.

Wen Shui snatched the megaphone from Yuan Zi's hand: "Hey, hey, you in the baseball cap, don't go any further, and you too, Mr. Tachikawa Masato..."

As Wen Shui spoke, she pulled out a knife from somewhere and held it against Yuan Zi's neck:

“If you don’t release my employer, I can’t guarantee this lady will be able to get off the plane alive.”

Chapter 169 Mrs. Kudo: I was wrong, I repent!

The appearance of Wen Shui and Shu brought quite a shock to everyone present.

The spectators who came to watch the competition were having a heated discussion about the incident in which Masato Tachikawa suddenly turned from a winning contestant into a criminal and took the event organizer Kenzo Narumi hostage.

After Wen Shui appeared, the scene fell silent for a few brief seconds.

Immediately following was an even more intense argument and discussion, the sound of which even drowned out the noise of the helicopter rotor.

After all, it's quite rare for someone who looks more like a criminal to suddenly appear from a helicopter bearing the name of the Kumamoto Metropolitan Police Department and take a kidnapper's friend hostage.

A spectator sitting next to the vending machine asked his companion, "What employer is that kid talking about? Could it be Cheng Zengjian?"

“It’s very possible. Could it be that Representative Cheng Zengjian’s influence has already infiltrated the local Metropolitan Police Department system? If so, wouldn’t his corruption be even more plausible?”

"That cunning old man, but speaking of which, that girl with the headband in the preparation area is so sexy, she seems to be my type."

"That's the second young lady of the Suzuki family. You can forget about her for the rest of your life."

Everyone started discussing topics related to or unrelated to the case.

After seeing that Wen Shui was safe and sound, Xiao Lan's tense expression relaxed considerably. Although she genuinely felt that Wen Shui would be alright, she still subconsciously worried about his safety because he hadn't answered his phone.

Seeing the warm water appear, Xiaolan finally felt relieved.

However, Xiaolan quickly shifted her focus to the physical distance between the warm water and the hostage.

Even if it's to stop the murderer, is such an extreme method really necessary? And aren't the two of them standing way too close?

You weren't even that tight when you hugged me just now...

Xiaolan couldn't help but start having all sorts of wild thoughts.

Meanwhile, Conan, who was holding onto the railing with Ran and the others and looking up at the helicopter, also harbored a lot of resentment towards Nuku.

For Conan, the seemingly useless Kazuki and Osami had unexpectedly appeared in the most crucial position at the most critical moment.

He even discovered the accomplice of the thugs who was disguised as a reporter, whom he had not noticed.

Damn it, it really can't be done after all?

Losing another deduction battle wasn't as upsetting for Conan as he'd imagined. What he truly couldn't accept was that Wen Shui had abandoned Ran in such a dangerous place in order to solve the case.

If it were him, he would definitely... well, at least rescue Xiaolan before investigating the case.

Besides, couldn't this guy have used a slightly more normal method?

It feels like it's suddenly lowered the prestige of detectives. Conan could already hear people in the crowd behind him discussing whether ordinary people could just participate in police investigations and even take hostages in front of everyone.

Honestly, this is a disgrace to the detective profession.

Conan turned off the switch on his "power-enhancing shoes" with a displeased expression.

Because of the warm water's reminder, Akira Doi, who was disguised as a reporter, had already been subdued by plainclothes detectives nearby. Masato Tachikawa, standing in the middle of the stadium, also looked like he would soon be kneeling down in repentance.

This long-planned crisis has been resolved by Wen Shui; he no longer needs to intervene.

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Even Wen Shui himself didn't expect that his unique way of rescuing hostages would cause such a sensation.

Even Gin and Vodka, who were far away in Beika Town, saw Wen Shui's feat through the broadcast television screen in the bar.

Vodka pointed to the television screen hanging high above: "Brother, look, it looks like Wen Shui and Shu."

"I saw."

Gin subtly fiddled with the glass of wine with his fingers.

Vodka: "This kid is too high-profile. He actually took hostages in front of so many people. He's just like that woman Vermouth. What he's doing will increase our risk of being exposed."

Vodka clearly didn't have a good impression of lukewarm water, and naturally wouldn't let go of an opportunity to kick someone when they're down.

Gin didn't say much: "Yeah, it's time to remind him."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a clear, melodious voice came from behind: "Oh dear, it seems you're not entirely satisfied with my capable subordinate?"

Vodka turned around and saw a strange woman walking towards him from the bar entrance.

Although Vodka was seeing this face for the first time, the person's distinctive voice and aura immediately convinced him that the person in front of him was Vermouth in disguise.

Vodka simply pretended to be dead by looking down and drinking water.

His status in the organization is incomparable to Vermouth's, but with his older brother Gin present, he won't be taken advantage of.

Vodka was used to being mocked by Vermouth a few times for being a driver.

Vermouth sat down at the bar, ordered a glass of iced water, and chuckled, "Vodka, the intelligence I gave you last time was pretty accurate, wasn't it? Why did you let the target die?"

“Uh, this…” Vodka looked at his older brother Gin beside him.

Gin quickly came to Vodka's rescue: "I've already reported that matter to the boss. But you, why have you suddenly stopped drinking?"

"There's no other way. I have to get used to the role beforehand for the mission," Vermouth said.

Gin: "By the way, are you really planning to take Wenshui and Shu on that mission?"

“Otherwise, my men suffered heavy losses when they investigated White Dove Pharmaceuticals last time.” Vermouth seemed to be implying something.

However, Gin clearly didn't believe her sob story.

Gin looked up at Wen Shui, who was using a rope ladder to parachute from the helicopter onto the tennis court: "I have the manpower here, but I think that kid Wen Shui needs to settle down a bit more."

Vermouth shook her head gently: "Don't worry, Bourbon will also assist me this time. Wen Shui and Shu just need to do their jobs."

Vermouth paused, then looked at the vodka who was fiddling with his glass: "Even if you replace the warm water with vodka this time, you'll still be able to complete the task I assigned you perfectly."

Vodka looked displeased, but dared not speak out.

Gin downed the drink in his glass in one gulp: "I still think this kind of thing is too frivolous. If we're not careful, we could easily expose the organization's existence."

Vermouth looked up at the performance of Wen Shui and Shu on the screen, and suddenly seemed to think of something: "How about we make a bet?"

"bet?"

“Hmm, I’m sending Wen Shui and Shu on a mission alone.” Vermouth pointed to Cheng Zengjian on the screen, who had just been rescued, “to kill this guy. I remember someone on the black market paid to kill this old bastard.”

Look at all those bodyguards surrounding him; it's obvious he knew about it beforehand. If Wen Shui and Shu can do this, that should be enough proof of his abilities, right?

"What are you gambling?"

Gin frowned slightly, seemingly considering the feasibility of this matter.

If warm water and trees can prove their ability to perform tasks independently, it would be a good thing for the organization.

At least some simple tasks could be assigned to Wen Shui to help pay off his huge debts.

Vermouth: "I've got my eye on a castle, but the asking price is too high. Could you ask him to sell it to me for a lower price?"

Gin initially thought Vermouth would make some unreasonable demands, but he never expected her to try and double-cross him.

However, Gin did not immediately agree. Instead, he cautiously asked, "What is the other party's identity?"

“The castle’s owner is named Mitsuru Mamiya. He’s a very wealthy man and knows a lot of people in high society,” Vermouth said. “If I lose, I’ll give you some information about Binga.”

For the first time, Gin's eyes showed a flicker of emotion.