Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 236 Mr. Nakamura Misao, your hand.
"It seems like most digital clocks have animal designs."

Joel pointed to the entire wall in front of him, half of which was made up of digital clocks, each decorated with animal motifs.

"yes."

Nakamura smiled and said, "You must be surprised, right? Our deceased grandfather loved these alarm clocks the most."

All the wind-up alarm clocks here are his creations. As for the digital alarm clocks, he probably bought them because he likes animals.

Compared to those cruel hunters who only hunt animals for pleasure, my grandfather was a man who truly loved animals. He used to chase away hunters who came to the forest to hunt.

"However, these digital alarm clocks all seem to have some damage."

Kogoro Mouri sneered. What do you mean you like animals? If you did, you wouldn't have a scratch on every single digital alarm clock.

"Perhaps this is some kind of code," Xia Chuan added from the side.

“Possibly,” Joel nodded from the side.

She turned to look at the digital alarm clocks around her and found that they all had the same scratches in the same places. This was unlikely to be an accident; it must have been intentional.

Just then, the minutes dropped from 59 to zero, and the whole room seemed to explode as all the digital alarm clocks went off at once.

The clanging and banging was deafening; Anya barely managed to avoid fainting.

As a special person who can hear thoughts, her hearing was already very good, and it became especially noticeable at this moment. Her face suddenly turned pale, and she sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Are you alright? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Joel helped Anya up, then frowned at the digital clock in the living room, wishing he could kick it all to pieces!
The alarm clock rang for more than ten seconds before stopping. Anya, with her mosquito coil-shaped eyes, was placed on the sofa by Yor and said tremblingly, "Aunt Yor, Anya wants to go home."

Anya was relieved that she hadn't been scared out of her wits.

If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have begged Uncle Mori so desperately. Wasn't that just sending myself into a fire?

Is it too noisy?

Nakamura, fearing that the people who helped him decipher the code would go home, quickly explained, "The alarm clock in the villa only rings once at 11 o'clock, it won't ring again today."

To be honest, that's why I called Detective Mouri here. These alarm clocks are so strange; no normal person would set an alarm for 11 a.m., which is close to noon.

Moreover, the sound was set up for the entire house at once, so it not only went on and on but could also easily scare people. Grandpa himself probably couldn't stand it either. There must be some secret behind this.”

"Maybe there's a TV show you'd like to watch?"

Conan pointed to the VCR below the TV: "The VCR is running too."

"Yes!" Kogoro Mori tapped his right hand with his left and said in a daze, "He must be watching Yoko Okino's TV show. I remember that Yoko's TV show airs at 11 a.m. on weekends recently."

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Everyone fell silent.

Nakamura was speechless and began to suspect that this Kogoro Mouri was an imposter like them, otherwise why would he say such meaningless things?

Xiaolan picked up the photo frame on the table: "By the way, this girl seems to be quite familiar with your grandfather."

Nakamura's expression froze, inwardly annoyed that he hadn't cleaned properly and had even left a photo behind.

He quickly tried to explain and salvage the situation: "This is my maternal grandfather's friend's granddaughter. She's a very good golf player. My brother and I have played with her before, and she's a really nice girl."

"so."

"I thought this girl was your grandfather's granddaughter."

Xia Chuan chuckled and interjected, glancing at Nakamura's expression before walking up to the golf club bag: "Demon."

"Oh, my grandfather liked playing golf when he was alive, so 'demon' was probably a nickname he gave himself."

Nakamura wiped away his cold sweat. This young man was quite something; he had almost guessed it. Fortunately, Natsukawa didn't seem to have any intention of discussing it in detail; it seemed like he was just mentioning it casually.

"A demon?" Xiaolan asked thoughtfully.

"Sister Xiaolan, have you discovered something?"

Conan was already in the zone. Even before entering the villa, he sensed its unusual nature, and once inside, he was even more certain of his guess.

The room is filled with clocks, and there are scratches on the digital clocks; there must be something behind them.

Furthermore, Nakamura Misao's statements seem contradictory and inconsistent with what he wrote in his letter.

Also.

He took out the letter and read it again, focusing his attention on the stamp.

There was a blurry lipstick mark on the back of the stamp. How could two grown men possibly use lipstick?

He had just observed the Nakamura brothers' lips and found they weren't wearing lipstick at all.

All of this indicates that the villa has significant problems.

That said, "demon" seems to represent the devil.
The 17-year-old washing machine, fluent in multiple foreign languages, immediately began searching through his memory for the possible meanings of "demon".

"Oh, I remember a bandit group that disappeared ten years ago was called Demon. I still have a pretty strong impression of them because of their arrogant style."

Kogoro Mouri turned to look at his daughter with deadpan eyes.

Ten years ago, around the time he left his job, this gang of robbers had just disappeared, and he remembered it.

However, the bandit organization was not called Demon.

"Idiot, that bandit organization isn't called Demon, it's called the Gale Fairy Bandit Group, and their leader is called Demon."

This organization is bizarre; they only rob unscrupulous businesses and illicit transactions.

Although they are a criminal organization, they have exceptionally high standards of conduct; thanks to them, we've solved quite a few cases.

Speaking of this organization, Kogoro Mouri suddenly remembered it.

However, it's probably just a coincidence, since the word "demon" isn't exclusive to Gale Fairy.

Furthermore, the Gale Fairy has been gone for ten years, so the golf club bag cannot prove a connection between the two.

wow-

The sound of breaking glass rang out, and the group turned to look, finding Nakamura Misao standing in the doorway, stunned. They seemed to see a hint of panic in his eyes.

"No, I'm sorry."

Nakamura Misao snapped out of his daze after a while, realizing his lapse in composure. He immediately broke out in a sweat and hurriedly squatted down to clean up the mess.

"Mr. Nakamura, are you alright?"

Xiao Lan stepped forward to help pick up the cup that had fallen to the ground.

Conan and Anya followed.

Xia Chuan couldn't help but admire Ms. Kobayashi's teaching skills; she was truly adept at it. Aside from being a bit wild, Anya was quite well-behaved.

"Hey Conan, look, every cup has an animal pattern on its handle. There's a snake, a tiger, a rabbit, and an eagle, but this cup doesn't."

"show me!"

Conan, filled with suspicion, picked up the cup and examined it closely. Then, comparing it with other cups, he noticed that this cup, which had no animal pattern, seemed to have been deliberately knocked off.

The animal pattern on the armrest appears to have been removed, and the homeowner seems to have polished the armrest to make it less prickly.

But if you have the time, can't you just stick the animal pattern back on?

After cleaning up the mess, the group entered the study under the guidance of Nakamura Misao.

Besides the alarm clocks in the living room that go off at 11 o'clock, another strange place is the study.

The study is quite large and has many clocks, but the most eye-catching one is the pigeon clock behind the desk.

This clock gets its name from the pigeon clock because when it reaches twelve o'clock, a small door on top opens and a cooing pigeon pops out.

This type of clock is more common in Europe, and is rarely found in Asian homes. If people do have one, they tend to prefer a more imposing pendulum clock.

Therefore, as soon as the group entered the room, they immediately discovered this peculiar pigeon clock.

Noticing that everyone's attention was drawn to the pigeon clock, Nakamura Misao began to explain: "The strange thing I want to ask Mr. Mori to solve is this pigeon clock."

Is there something wrong with the pigeon clock?

Kogoro Mouri looked left and right, even glancing at Natsukawa, and finding that Natsukawa hadn't noticed anything amiss either, he asked, "I'm a detective, not some watch repairman. You asked me to check if the clock is a bit off?"

He was already feeling a bit annoyed because the host family wasn't a woman, and now he felt that Nakamura Misao was playing a trick on him.

By the way, was using feminine grammar in writing the letter a way of teasing him?

Thinking of this, Kogoro Mouri got a little angry. If he weren't so well-mannered, he would have given this client a good beating.

"Now, I'm leaving. If Mr. Nakamura's clock is broken, he'd better go find a watchmaker. I'm just a detective; I can't handle these things."

Kogoro Mouri waved his hand impatiently and headed for the door, thinking to himself that next time he would definitely call the client first before visiting.

Now that he's famous, all sorts of monsters and demons come looking for him.

It's one thing to ask people to find their cats, dogs, or mistresses, but now they're even asking Kogoro Mouri for help with broken clocks. This is outrageous!
"Uh uh uh"

The Nakamura brothers quickly smiled apologetically: "No, it's not that the clock is broken and needs to be repaired by Mr. Mori, it's another problem."

Nakamura stood in front of Kogoro Mouri, looking apologetic, and said, "We didn't explain things clearly. Please don't rush off. Let us finish explaining before you decide whether you want to leave. Besides..."

His gaze fell on Nakamura Misao.

Nakamura Misao understood what the other party meant, went to the desk, opened the drawer, took out a stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi's paper and said, "This is a deposit. If Mr. Mori can help me solve the mystery left by my grandfather, I will give you the remaining balance."

Xia Chuan glanced at it; it was a stack.

Judging by the height, it's probably around one hundred sheets, which is about one million yen.

These two members of the robbery gang seem to be quite wealthy, as they were able to spend a million on a deposit.

As for the final payment, hehe.
Xia Chuan could tell from the glint in their eyes that they wanted to get the deposit back once the case was solved.

After all, they are a gang of robbers. Don't assume that those who only target unscrupulous businesses and illegal transactions are good people. It's just that they are more brutal and fear no one.

So that's what you were planning. Well, you're just unlucky to have run into the Grim Reaper duo.

Xia Chuan shook his head, saying that the two bandits were destined to suffer this calamity.

Once the case is solved, they won't be able to do anything.

Apart from the two children, everyone else on the scene is at the highest level of combat power, so it's really hard to say who will ultimately emerge victorious.

However, it seems I've ruined Demon's plan, and I don't know if Conan will still be able to find the answer.

"Um--"

Kogoro Mouri's eyes widened, then he immediately composed himself.

Things are different now. After the Sally Beth, I'm a well-known detective in all of Japan. This stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi's money!
Despite his inner joy, he outwardly maintained composure and put away the stack of yen.

"Since that's the case, then tell me about it, I'd like to hear it."

Kogoro Mouri solemnly handed the money to his daughter, pretending to be aloof.

Conan frowned, but that's fine. If Uncle Mori really came home, things would be much more difficult.

"Here's the thing, our clock rings at 10:50 a.m. Instead of a pigeon, it pops out a statue of a ghost."

The terrifying-looking monster had words written on its forehead.

Nakamura Misao glanced at Nakamura Masaru, who immediately replied, "The letters 'L,' 'N,' and 'R' are written on the foreheads of the monster statues from left to right."

"LNR?"

"What does this mean?" Kogoro Mouri rubbed his chin for a long time, but had no idea.

Nakamura said, "Well, if you want to see it, you'll probably have to wait until 10:55 tonight. I think you guys should rest here for a bit and enjoy the scenery. We can investigate later tonight."

"Why don't we just take it apart and take a look?"

After thinking for a moment, Xia Chuan decided not to waste any more time.

Although the time was seen by the Nakamura brothers through a mirror reflection when they were peeping, it was the wrong time; the correct time was 1:10.

It's about two hours until 1:10.

However, he has already seized the light mechanism, so it will probably be difficult for Conan to solve the case. It's better to spend time on solving the case.

It would be better to solve the case quickly. Maybe after rescuing the real Nakamura Misao upstairs, we can have lunch before leaving.

When he arrived, he saw a small bamboo grove nearby, where he could make a bamboo rice dish for Joel at noon.

As the old saying goes, to win a woman's heart, you must first win her stomach.

Even though Joel is already his girlfriend, he can still show some affection.

It just so happens that Kogoro Mouri and Conan can help with chopping bamboo and starting a fire, respectively.

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing that Natsukawa was about to take the pigeon clock apart, the Nakamura brothers were so anxious that they jumped up and down.

If they could dismantle them, they would have done so already. They're just afraid that moving things around will affect the demon's setup. Otherwise, they would have dismantled the entire house, let alone this clock.

The watch that Izubuchi Bunjuro hid is priceless, and the diamonds set in it are even more precious. We absolutely must find it; if it is destroyed by violence and we can't find it, they'll be devastated.

"Let's wait until tonight."

Nakamura grabbed Natsukawa's hand, trying to pull him back, but found himself hanging on her, yet he couldn't budge her.

Damn, what kind of bull-like power is this?

"Mr. Nakamura, your hand..."

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)