Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 1026 Conversation with Curaçao

"Giggle-"

Akiko Utagura's face was flushed, her eyes were bloodshot, and she wanted to speak but couldn't say anything.

She tried to pry Mifune Ryuichi's hand off, but the murderous intent in his eyes filled her with despair.

This man didn't take me seriously at all.

All that effort this year has been for feels like a joke.

Akiko Utagura gradually fell silent, and in her final moments, the tears that slid down her cheeks seemed to conceal the fleeting images of her dreams of being with him.

Staring into those complex gazes that were still fixed on him even after death, Mifune Ryuichi remained completely unmoved.

"I'm sorry, I only love Xiaohuang, and no one can replace her."

Ryuichi Mifune turned around to continue preparing, only to find that the water bottle containing the medicine had just been thrown away by himself and shattered on the ground.

"You also feel that we shouldn't let them die peacefully, right?"

He seemed to be talking to someone; after saying a few words, he picked up a kitchen knife and silently walked out of the kitchen.

Facing the two, Ryuichi Mifune was not confident of victory, so he pulled the switch.

He tapped the knife handle rhythmically against the wall as he walked step by step into the living room.

"The last two."

Because he spends most of his time developing photographs in a darkroom, Mifune Ryuichi is very accustomed to darkness, and finding the living room in the dark is not difficult for him.

"Mr. Mifune, is that you?"

In the darkness, Hachikawa, like a headless fly, frantically called out his name.

Ryuichi Mifune did not answer, but glanced at Maho Izumi on the sofa.

"Then I'll kill you first, Hachikawa."

He was talking to himself, as if he were saying goodbye on his deathbed.

Having silently approached Hachikawa, Ryuichi Mifune finally spoke: "Hachikawa, die!"

As the cleaver slashed down, Ryuichi Mifune's smile was almost maniacal.

However, to his surprise, before the cleaver in his hand could even touch the other person, a metallic clanging sound rang out.

Immediately afterwards, his hand went numb; the recoil from the cleaver made it impossible for him to hold the handle.

My palm involuntarily opened, and the kitchen knife slipped from my hand.

He instinctively bent down to pick it up, but then suddenly realized something.

Surprisingly, the cleaver didn't make a sound when it hit the ground, and there was no cleaver on the ground as expected.

Immediately afterwards, he clearly recalled the moment just now.

It appears the cleaver struck a steel rebar pipe.

Where from?
He soon found out the answer.

"Whoosh-"

The wind howled, and a stick-like object swung across my shoulder blade.

He clearly heard the bone crack.

Scapula, shattered
Before he could even scream, his head was violently struck.

In an instant, he lost consciousness.

After restoring power to the villa and returning to the living room, Natsukawa sighed helplessly as he looked at the unconscious Ryuichi Mifune.

"You don't want to be sent to the Metropolitan Police Department, do you want to be sent to hell?"

This is really bizarre, but Izumi Maho is lucky to have survived.

Xia Chuan had no intention of finishing off the opponent; instead, he tied the man up and waited for Frank's reinforcements.

Frank arrived as promised the following afternoon.

It had been agreed that if they couldn't be contacted for more than eighteen hours, Frank would come to provide support. "Are they all dead?"

Kaori Shinmei, Tomoaki Shinide, and Franky stared speechlessly at the corpse laid out in the front hall.

This is all what and what.

They came last night, saying they'd find a way to get rid of them, but they've all turned into corpses.
Even if there were prior preparations and a case might occur, surely it shouldn't have resulted in such a complete death?
Suddenly, the three of them distanced themselves from Xia Chuan.

Everyone keeps saying that Kogoro Mouri is the Grim Reaper, but Natsukawa isn't much better, is he?
"Please, this is all because of Mr. Mori's Grim Reaper nature, it has nothing to do with me."

As he spoke, Natsukawa pointed to Izumi Maho lying in the corner: "Look, there's still one alive. We'll send it to the Metropolitan Police Department later."

The cleanup work was handed over to Tomoaki Shinide and Kaori Shinmei, while Natsukawa took the opportunity to chat with Frank.

"The research at the Hakuba Research Institute is still ongoing, but there have been more vehicles coming and going these past two days, and I've noticed that these vehicles are all coming from hospitals in Tokyo."

Frank slowly became serious: "I've investigated. Every time the vehicle leaves the hospital for the White Horse Research Institute, a newly admitted patient goes missing."

I suspect this might be similar to the situation at the Hall of Hope.

Natsukawa understood what Frank meant; he suspected that Gin might be looking for blood donors for Karasuma Renya.

"Is there a vehicle to transport the blood they extracted?"

"This morning, Gin and Vodka went out. I don't know if it was related to delivering blood, but their destination was Tokyo."

Frank shrugged regretfully: "But I didn't dare to follow them anymore. Vodka seems to have a strong ability to detect tracking when he's driving."

Xia Chuan knew this.

All I can say is that Vodka has truly achieved perfect harmony between man and machine.

I wonder if he'll turn into a mobile artillery platform if he fires a gun in the car. If we fight him in the car, will he turn into a master like Gin?

After thinking about a bunch of random things, Xia Chuan couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, confirming that they are in the city is actually quite good."

Xia Chuan didn't ask for too much. He had already forced the person to wander outside. As long as he took things slowly, he would soon succeed.

After taking full control of the villa, Xia Chuan carefully arranged for people to move in.

Almost everyone was driven to the vicinity and then walked to the villa.

In two days, they managed to gather seven people.

Two of these men were trusted assassins Frank had recruited from abroad, and the other four were Yuri's henchmen.

The last one is Curaçao.

On the day of the operation, Xia Chuan finally met the other party.

This man, who was originally Rum's most trusted subordinate, has become a staunch patriot after a series of re-education sessions by the police.

Do you know anything about the distillery?

Xia Chuan led the person to a quiet room for the final interrogation.

This process is essential; otherwise, even Xia Chuan himself wouldn't feel at ease.

“I know.” A knowing glint flashed in Curaçao’s eyes, then he said firmly, “The instructor told me that I used to be a member of this organization. They adopted me from an orphanage and then trained me to be a ruthless killer.”

"So what are your goals or dreams right now?"

Xia Chuan suddenly felt like he was a mentor on a talent show. What the hell was going on?

"The police gave me a second life, and I want to help them destroy the distillery and protect the safety of the Japanese people."

Is this your true feeling?

To be honest, Curaçao didn't actually seem to harbor much hatred towards the distillery.

Curaçao shook her head slightly and truthfully expressed her feelings: "No, but the police helped me survive and taught me what the correct worldview and values ​​are."

Because it's a requirement from the police, I can help.

Furthermore, the instructor has already said that after the police raid the distillery, I won't need to stay with the police force or do any undercover work; I can find a job I like.

(End of this chapter)