Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 101 Did I kill my father?

Half past nine in the evening.

Xia Chuan stood on the edge of the cruise ship railing, holding a phone in his hand.

The voice that came out of his mouth was a unique tequila tone.

"I see."

Xia Chuan hung up the phone and silently gazed at the gloomy seascape.

It was Gin who called. He told him that Hiromoto Gozo had been killed by Pisco and that he should contact Hiromoto Shoji and then take over the Hiromoto Group after returning to Tokyo.

Grass!
Pisco actually stole the credit.

This case was clearly committed by Ichiro Yamamoto, the grandson of Gozo Yamamoto.

Dog thief!

They actually beat him to it and reported it, so now he has no credit for it.

All that effort for nothing.

If only I hadn't stayed at the crime scene so long, I would have called Gin sooner and gotten the credit.

But how could Pisco know so quickly that Hiromoto Gozo was dead?

Since the incident, Akie Hiromoto has been with several other members of the Hiromoto family and hasn't even gone to the toilet. She shouldn't have had a chance to tell Pisco about it.

Could Pisco have other informants on board?

Xia Chuan narrowed his eyes into slits.

Could Ireland be on the ship?
Pisco said that the operation would be carried out by Ireland.

Tomorrow is the day to take action, so it's not hard to accept that he infiltrated the Yakumoto family's cruise ship beforehand.

If so, where is he?
If he wasn't hiding, then who was he impersonating?
While Ireland lacks the technology for disguise, Vermouth does, making disguise a strong possibility.

The faces of everyone on the luxury cruise ship flashed through Xia Chuan's mind.

He soon had the answer.

He picked up his phone again and made a call.

The call was answered quickly.

Xia Chuan didn't mince words and directly stated his needs.

"Frank, check if the Metropolitan Police Department received any emergency calls from the Yakumoto family's luxury cruise ship tonight. If so, what time was it?"

"it is good."

The call hadn't ended; the sound of Frank typing on a keyboard could be heard from the other end.

ten minutes later.

"It has been confirmed that no police calls related to the Hiramoto Foundation were received tonight."

It really is you—Kenji Suzuki, the butler!
Unexpectedly, Ireland had disguised himself as Suzuki's butler.

He had previously felt that the butler was a bit strange; even though he hadn't gotten close to the body, he was very certain that the person was dead.

Knowing the plot beforehand and being unfamiliar with the Suzuki butler, Ireland was able to take advantage of the situation.

"Damn it, they stole my credit! Pisco and Ireland, you two will remember this!"

Plans don't always go as expected, which made Xia Chuan somewhat unhappy.

Although he was also planning to strike first, he hadn't made a move yet, had he?
So these two are the ones who lack martial ethics.

But it's alright, he'll just make a few changes!

Just then, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground caught Xia Chuan's attention, followed by the sound of rushing water.

Xia Chuan walked to the other side of the railing and looked down.

On the edge of the bow of the first deck, a figure in a gray-white suit hurriedly ran back into the cabin.

On the ground, the dragon man leaned against the railing, his mouth wide open, and red and white fluids flowing out from his head.

When Ichiro Yamamoto threw away the knife used as evidence, Tatsuo Yamamoto saw it and, in a fit of rage, killed him.

The plot is still proceeding smoothly, and he still has room to maneuver.

suddenly!

Conan's head peeked out from under the second-layer panel.

He first glanced in the direction of Tatsuo Hitomoto, then looked around for the perpetrator.

Finally, looking up, he saw Xia Chuan on the three layers of plywood above his head.

"Uncle Xia Chuan, have you seen anyone else?"

Xia Chuan made up a story: "Yes, I just saw a man in a suit hit Hitomoto Tatsuo with a stick, and then throw something that looked like a kitchen knife into the sea. That man looked a bit like Suzuki the butler."

Suzuki's butler had just come out of the bathroom, pulling up his pants, unaware that he had been implicated in a huge mess.

The first floor was covered with a partition. Everyone gathered there for the second time.

"Dead." Kogoro Mouri shrugged.

His brains were splattered out; there was no way he could have survived. There was no need to even check his pulse.

Akie Hakumoto threw herself at Tatsuo Hakumoto, screaming and forcing tears into her eyes.

Ichiro Hatomoto stood in the crowd, his eyes lowered, lost in thought.

Conan whispered a few words in Uncle Mori's ear.

"Natsukawa, is what Conan said true?"

Kogoro Mouri's expression turned serious. "If that's the case, then that kitchen knife is very likely the one that killed Gozo Hiramoto!"

Xia Chuan nodded and said, "Maybe. It was too dark, and I could only see it vaguely."

"What are you talking about?" Mariko Hiramoto frowned and scolded, "This kind of thing happened as soon as you boarded the ship. The deaths of the old man and Ryūnan are definitely related to you!"

"No way!" Anya pouted, really wanting to point out the murderer.

But she had just been with everyone, and if she said she had seen the murderer, no one would believe her.

Furthermore, a child's words cannot be used as testimony in Japan; even if she did speak, it would probably be useless.

Feeling she had done her part, Akie Takumoto also spoke up: "It must be Xiao Wu! This guy is the real culprit who killed Long Nan."

After her prompting, Kogoro Mouri suddenly remembered Takeshi Hiramoto, who was locked in a dark room.

Thinking of this, he immediately ran to the small room where Takeshi Hitomoto was locked up.

Conan followed suit, and he also noticed this detail.

The rest of the group looked at each other for a few seconds, then followed.

Upon arriving at the door of the dark room, Kogoro Mouri was horrified.

The door to the dark room was locked from the outside, and the bolt had now been opened.

The hatch was ajar!

They opened it, and it was empty.

"It really is Xiao Wu!" Akihime Yamamoto asserted.

“It shouldn’t be him. This hatch was opened from the outside. Someone must have opened it for him, maybe to frame him!” Xia Chuan shook his head and looked at the group of people from the Yabumoto family. He was about to speak to deepen the suspicion on Suzuki the butler when he realized that one person was missing from the scene.

"Where is Hokuro Yamamoto?"

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening.

Mariko looked around but couldn't see her husband.

He said he needed to use the restroom.

Halfway through her sentence, Mariko Hiramoto's expression turned sour.

The commotion caused by Long Nan's death was considerable; her husband couldn't possibly have missed it.

The thought of Long Nan's tragic death made her tremble. Could it be that Bei Lang had also met with misfortune?

Kogoro Mouri and Conan ran towards the bathroom without stopping.

The cruise ship's restrooms are separated for men and women and are quite spacious. As soon as Conan and Kogoro Mouri entered, they saw Hokuro Hiramoto lying on the floor.

Hokuro Hakumoto lay stiffly, his right hand clutching his abdomen, thin streams of blood sliding down his suit jacket, leaving a large pool of blood on the floor that soaked half of the bathroom.

This amount of bleeding is even greater than that of Gozou Hitomoto, and it's clear that there's no hope of recovery.

His expression was one of astonishment, his eyes filled with fear, as if he had seen something terrible before he died.

"Bei Lang, my Bei Lang"

Mariko Hiramoto's mental state collapsed after her husband's death.

She and Akie Hitomoto are quite different; they have a very good relationship.

"Madam, calm down. There's blood everywhere. You shouldn't go near it."

Xia Chuan raised an eyebrow; it seemed Ireland couldn't wait until tomorrow to make its move.

If I had known he was going to make a move, I wouldn't have slandered him.

Behind the crowd, Ichiro Hiramoto was terrified, his eyes wide open.

His mind was filled with images of blood in the bathroom, and fear gripped his brain.

Father is dead?

The way he died was exactly the same as how I killed my grandfather.