Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 156: Diarrhea is acceptable, but pants must not turn yellow!
The next day.

Tokyo went from spring back to winter overnight.

"Father, can I come with you to that magic enthusiasts' gathering you're going to this evening?" Anya asked hesitantly.

Having spent half a day as a spy and the other half listening to her father's thoughts, Anya had a general idea of ​​Xia Chuan's itinerary for the day.

It would be quite fun to meet Kaito Kid.

Last night I only caught a glimpse of Kaito Kid from afar, which wasn't fun at all, and I left her exposed to the cold wind all night.

From her father's words, Anya learned that Kidd would also be attending the party, and she was determined to take a close-up video of Kidd this time so she could show it off at school.

There are quite a few Kaito Kid fans at Teitan Elementary School. If I could film a video of Kaito Kid up close, I would definitely get everyone's praise and envy.

Then her status will skyrocket, and the title of "King of the Kids" will soon belong to her!
"I was going to take you with me anyway."

Xia Chuan had called Yoel in advance, intending to send Anya to Yoel, but unfortunately Yoel had taken too much leave recently and was currently working to make up for lost time, so he couldn't be with Anya and could only bring her along.

"Thai pants hot~" Anya happily spun around 720 degrees before collapsing dizzily.

dong dong dong.
"Who is it?" Xia Chuan looked curiously at the door, while Anya jumped up and ran to open the door.

Who made it?

As they were speaking, the door opened.

Anya immediately recognized the little boy wearing a mask in front of her as Conan.

"Conan, what's going on?"

"Is Uncle Xia Chuan here?" Conan coughed twice and peeked into the room. He sounded weak and his voice was very hoarse.

"Your cold seems to be getting worse!"

Xia Chuan came out when he heard the sound, and looked at the little kid in front of him with a smile.

Last night, the other party turned out to be Shinichi Kudo and became involved in the case, something he hadn't expected.

The consequence of doing this was obvious—I caught a cold.

"Yes, the temperature changed too quickly last night, and I didn't cover myself properly while sleeping, so I caught a cold."

Conan didn't reveal the truth, and just made up an excuse to appease Natsukawa.

He blew his nose and walked into the living room. Before even sitting down, he asked, "Uncle Xia Chuan, do you still have any of your folk remedies? I want to get better from this cold quickly; it's so painful."

"Oh?" Xia Chuan's eyes lit up. He pressed Conan down on the sofa and asked with a half-smile, "Didn't you say you'd never eat that again? Aren't you afraid of getting diarrhea for an hour?"

Conan's eyes darted away for a moment.

To be honest, he was still scared, but compared to the seven days of suffering from a cold, he still felt that two hours was more worthwhile.

A great detective's time is extremely precious; every extra day he catches a cold could affect the speed at which he solves cases.

Furthermore, he also has Professor Agasa's hangover cure, which might shorten the time-related side effects to two minutes.

"Okay, but you'll have to wait a bit."

Xia Chuan walked into the room and took out a glass bottle that had been stored for a long time from a small refrigerator.

There was no stew in the glass bottle, only broth, but the effect was the same.

"It seems to have been sitting for a long time. I wonder if there will be any other side effects if I eat it."

The stew broth in the glass bottle is orange-red, which seems fine, but you never know what might happen.

Xia Chuan hesitated for a few seconds, then put the glass bottle down.

Forget it. It doesn't matter to others, but if Conan is poisoned to death, who will unravel the secret of Karasuma Renya?

Xia Chuan turned around and took out another glass bottle. This bottle did not contain stew broth, but rather the half-eaten chocolate he had eaten on Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day had just passed a few days ago, and the chocolate was still in the refrigerator, so it should not have expired yet.

"Conan, you're so brave!" Anya smiled at Conan with her half-moon eyes. She never dreamed that Conan would actually come to her door to take laxatives.
"Hehe, it's alright." Conan smiled bitterly; this was the price of becoming bigger.

When he was drinking baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor), he even considered the possibility of death.

"Could you put the camera down? You've already filmed this scene once; there's no need to do it a second time."

Anya put her hands behind her back, whistling without responding.

Just kidding, of course the more videos like this, the better.

"hehe."

Conan:
It doesn't matter. I'll just bring some local specialties back to the office to eat later, that way I'll avoid the risk of being photographed without my consent.

With a clever plan at the top and a clever trick at the bottom, it's easy to keep Anya out with just a little thought.

Anya's face fell immediately upon hearing the bad news. Damn it!

(〃＞ dishes＜)
At this moment, Xia Chuan came out of the bedroom: "This is a new local specialty. It has the same effect, only the shape is different."

Conan took the glass bottle from Natsukawa and examined it for a long time.

"Is this chocolate? I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

Conan, with his exceptionally good memory, suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the chocolate Miss Joel made on Valentine's Day.

Although half of the carving was bitten off, he could still recognize it.

This design is exactly the same as Xiaolan's, but why is Miss Joel's chocolate made with a traditional recipe? Is there a mistake?
Conan was filled with doubt.

Xia Chuan clearly had no desire to answer; the teeth marks on the surface made him shudder whenever he thought about them.

Every time he sees this chocolate, the memory of that night seems to assault his senses!

"Isn't this Sister Joel's chocolate? It seems quite different from the stew we had before."

Conan finally asked the question, after all, it concerned diarrhea, and he couldn't afford to be careless.

"Hehe, the stew I made before was actually made by Aunt Joel. This kind of folk recipe is actually Aunt Joel's private secret recipe."

Anya covered her mouth and chuckled, "Conan, hurry up and eat."

If I'm going to eat it, I'll definitely take it back to the office. You can't record a video of it!
Conan thought to himself, "Ania just wants to see me make a fool of myself. I'm definitely not going to let her have her way."

Xia Chuan sat on the sofa, smiling silently, watching the two little ones bicker back and forth for a long time.

In the end, Conan brought the chocolate back to the agency.

"How strange, why is there a tooth mark?" Conan realized after returning that he had forgotten to ask why there was a tooth mark on it.

Of course, he wouldn't go to Xia Chuan's house to ask again for this reason. Since Xia Chuan had given him the things, based on his understanding of Xia Chuan, the chocolate should be fine.

Conan, having confirmed that Ran wasn't home and that Uncle Mori was out investigating the mistress, ran up to the third floor and swallowed a chocolate in one gulp, along with the hangover medicine given to him by Professor Agasa.

Out of caution, he arrived at the bathroom early and completed the above procedures while sitting on the toilet.

It's okay to have diarrhea, but your pants can't turn yellow!!!
This is very important!
"Ouch, that hurts!"

Less than three seconds after the folk remedy and hangover cure entered his stomach, Conan felt dizzy and lightheaded, his pupils constantly dilating and contracting, giving him the feeling of being nearsighted with a thousand degrees of myopia.

"I feel great." After my eyes went out of focus, I didn't feel any nausea or fainting. It seems that Dr. Agasa's special medicine is working.

However, this process lasted for about five minutes. After five minutes, Conan immediately noticed that his stomach was churning and his mind was becoming dizzy.

It's time to come.

Conan sighed, found a suitable position to close his eyes, and avoided the embarrassing situation of smashing his face into the plate of food like last time.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)