Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 304 How much did they pay you? I can pay double.

"Big brother, Rum and the others have arrived too."

As soon as the Porsche 356A stopped, Vodka saw a taxi following closely behind.

The taxi came to a smooth stop in front of the two people, and they got out of the back seat.

It was Rum and Robert Taylor, codenamed Louis.

Rum's posture was somewhat sleazy, and with those glasses covered in sanitary pads, the thieving feeling was extremely obvious.

Louis looked completely different from him.

His cheerful smile and sunny appearance are a sight to behold wherever he goes, so it's no wonder that Misa Takeda fell for him.

Besides spending three months together, appearance is probably also very important.

"Rum, I heard you've been looking for me these past few days?"

Gin slowly lit a cigarette, a mocking smile on his face. "I'm really sorry, I went on a business trip and my communication equipment broke down halfway through. I only got back to Tokyo early yesterday morning. I was thinking of meeting you today, so I didn't contact you after I got back."

"Really? You went straight to the Beika Hotel as soon as you got back to Tokyo. That's not like you. You're usually so frugal, but you're actually willing to spend money like that."

Rum, of course, was not one to be easily bullied, and retorted, "By the way, here are a few expense reports for you. Staying in the presidential suite is a bit pricey, but I don't think you'll mind."

Gin's eyes twitched slightly. The thing he hated most in this life was being asked for money by others!
nausea!

Especially rum, it's twice as disgusting!
Fortunately, he had leverage over one of the shareholders of the Mihua Grand Hotel, so he could get the money back.

"Um, could you settle the bill?" the taxi driver asked weakly, sticking half his head out. He had been holding it in for a long time.

Rum raised his chin, indicating that if he wanted money, he should ask the two people opposite him.

"How much?" Vodka stepped forward and asked.

"One hundred and fifty thousand"

Actually, it doesn't have to cost this much to get here, but before I came, the one-eyed man told me I had to pay him double the travel expenses.

Otherwise, why would any taxi driver be willing to come to such a far place as the Blue Castle?

Not only will the truck return empty, but if there are any problems on the way, it will cost tens of thousands to hire a tow truck.

"Big brother?" Vodka turned to look at his older brother, asking for his opinion.

"can!"

Vodka grunted in response, and under the expectant gaze of the taxi driver, he raised his hand and fired a shot.

"boom--"

As the smoke cleared, blood splattered from the back of his head, and his smile gradually froze.

It's clear that Vodka was asking whether to take action, not whether to pay.

Gin's answer was also affirmative: he had no money, he was so poor that all he had left were bullets.

"Hey, are all you Japanese this arrogant?" Louis's lips twitched. You wouldn't dare act like this in Europe.

"Don't worry, I'll have Shigehiko Tomoguchi help him cancel the account later."

Vodka, beaming, seemed to only then notice Louis, and chuckled, "You didn't fall off a cliff this time in Japan, did you?"

"Fuck you!"

This hit Louis's sore spot. Ever since the organization found out about that incident three years ago, someone would use this thing to mock him every time they met.

He had become immune to it, but the bad experience a few days ago made his once stable mind restless again.

Louis kicked the vodka away, then looked at Gin and said, "Sorry, I got a leg cramp."

"Carry the body to the car and get in first."

Gin's words temporarily brought this farce to a halt.

He and Rum were at odds, but that had nothing to do with Louis. There was no need to make another enemy over a single sentence.

The Blue Castle has undergone a complete makeover, with its interior decoration now featuring a completely new style. In addition to European elegance, it has also incorporated a touch of aristocratic elements, which is why it has attracted many customers shortly after opening.

Rich people in Japan these days love this kind of thing.

"I heard that the Egg of Memories was found here. That guy named Xia Chuan is really lucky."

Vodka remarked, glancing at Rum out of the corner of his eye.

"Gin, where's the Crown?" Rum turned to look at Gin; he still wanted the Crown.

None of them noticed that Louis's lips twitched involuntarily when he heard the name Xia Chuan.

After leaving Puppet Ridge, he also investigated Xia Chuan through the winery's information channels and found that he was neither a policeman nor a public security officer.

This made him even more curious.

Xia Chuan clearly has a strong intelligence-gathering ability in Japan.

With money and intelligence gathering capabilities, could it be another underworld organization similar to the winery?

Oh well, I won't be staying in Japan for long anyway, so I might as well let Gin handle this problem himself.

He clearly still held a grudge against vodka and had no intention of sharing the information.

"What crown?" Gin's expression seemed genuine, as if he were truly hearing the name for the first time.

Rum remained silent, watching Gin's performance with his one eye.

"Are you talking about the crown of the Romanov dynasty?" Vodka saw that his older brother was not speaking, and knew that it was time for his younger brother to step in, so he pretended to have just remembered.

"The day before yesterday, a Russian politician approached us. He was worried about what the crown was for, so we made a deal with him. By the way, guess what we got in return for the crown?"

No one picked up the conversation, and Vodka, feeling bored, shrugged and said, "Boring."

The meeting will be held on the second day; today is reserved for each branch to do the final data integration.

Vermouth arrived at the scene close to the afternoon.

I don't know if it's because the mess in the US is too troublesome, or if she simply doesn't care about this meeting.

This "big" star from the United States, dressed in a gorgeous gown, exuded immense charm with every smile and gesture.

"The simp didn't even follow," Vodka thought to himself, surprised.

Baileys was Vermouth's confidante, but he wasn't surprised that she didn't come because she had a mission. It was surprising that her sycophant Calvados didn't come either. That guy was Vermouth's personal sniper, and he loved Vermouth so much that he would die for her.

"Is the boss coming?" Vermouth asked as soon as she arrived.

Amuro Tooru in the secret passage also has the same problem.

Rum shrugged helplessly and said softly, "The boss certainly won't tell us his whereabouts easily."

Vermouth knew she had asked a pointless question, so she stopped talking.

Rum turned to Gin and questioned, "This blue castle has many secret rooms. Choosing to hold a meeting here is risky, as it's exposed to the elements. What if there are police officers in the secret passages? Wouldn't our entire meeting be overheard?"

"That's why I had Shigehiko Tomoguchi rent it for two days. Today, I'd like to trouble everyone to check out the situation first."

"So they've invited us here to work for free," Louis said, utterly speechless.

Amuro Tooru, inside the secret passage, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the Public Security Bureau hadn't installed any listening devices in the Blue Castle; the Black Organization was indeed very cautious. Amuro Tooru took out the map Yuri had given him. This map contained the passages to all the secret rooms in the Blue Castle, with one point marked with a special annotation.

The secret passage was located in the main hall, not where the painting originally hung.

The original location where the painting was hung has been removed by Xia Chuan. Leaving a secret passage in such a place is really unsightly.

Xia Chuan changed the secret passage from behind the painting to under the stairs, and it can also lead directly to the top floor through the underground secret room.

Xia Chuan originally intended to keep this place for himself to enjoy the beautiful scenery, but considering the need to have a backup plan for the Public Security Bureau, he also told Yuri about the location.

"The entrance behind the painting has been sealed off. They certainly wouldn't have imagined there were other passages leading directly to the tower. It's indeed a good place to hide."

The castle had many rooms, and the group freely chose which rooms to stay in.

As for the food, Gin arranged for the hotel staff to prepare some bento boxes before they left, which could be eaten after being slightly heated up at mealtimes.

It was tough on Amuro Tooru. Even though everyone else was a member of the Black Organization, while they were eating bento boxes, he could only pull out compressed biscuits from his pocket, eat them, and shed tears.

And this situation was expected to continue until the evening of the following day.

It was late at night, and everyone was asleep.

Only Vodka was on guard at the gate at night.

He held the lowest position in the entire castle, so the arduous task of keeping watch at night naturally fell to him.

Of course, he's gotten used to it by now.

"Luckily I prepared several videotapes in advance, otherwise it would have been so boring."

As I yawned, I downed a glass of water that seemed to sustain me.

He didn't notice that in the instant he lowered his head, a dark shadow brazenly swept past him.

When he looked up, the front door was still empty.

"It's all Rum's fault that Tequila couldn't come. Otherwise, it would be nice to have someone to drink with. Even if we can't drink, chatting would make it less lonely."

Vodka talks a lot when he drinks, muttering to himself for a long time, but that doesn’t mean he’s drunk. It’s just a habit he has after drinking, and Gin hasn’t stopped him from doing so.

Because sometimes this state is perceived by others as being drunk, thus it can be used to cover up the truth.

A dark figure appeared behind Vodka at some unknown time, its steps steady and silent.

Under the light, a shadow appeared from behind, gradually lengthening until it covered the vodka.

Vodka had no idea that someone would come from behind, and seemed completely unaware of the shadow that suddenly covered him.

A black evening gown swayed in the wind, high heels clattered silently on the ground, and a glass of vodka was poured to mask the sudden chill.

The two golden cones were raised for a moment, then the Thorn Princess seemed to remember something, suppressed her killing intent, and struck the ring at the end of the golden cones at the vodka.

Although I had been to the Blue Castle once with Xia Chuan and was fairly familiar with the layout, I didn't know which room the other people in the distillery were in. If I could control the vodka, it would be helpful to find out which room they were in.

"Strange, it seems a little darker."

Vodka suddenly sensed something was wrong, let out a soft exclamation, and jumped up abruptly.

Clang——

The sound came from behind him. Vodka turned around and saw that the chair he had just been sitting on was making a metallic clanging sound, and the upper edge of the backrest had sunk in half.

Moving the gaze upwards, a woman dressed in a black dress and with a thin veil covering her face stood prominently behind her.

The woman's eyes were indifferent, devoid of any emotion, and she leaped high into the air the moment she realized she had been discovered.

"Princess Thorn!"

Vodka's expression changed drastically; he sobered up considerably and rolled to the side.

shhh-

Where the vodka had just stopped, two golden cones were now deeply embedded in the marble floor.

Sparks flew, and cracks appeared on the ground instantly.

The pungent smell of burnt stone wafted through the air.

This shows that if he hadn't dodged those two cones, he probably would have been dead.

Vodka was terrified, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.

"Princess Thorns! What are you doing here?"

As long as he speaks loud enough, the elder brother inside the castle will notice something is wrong. Now he just needs to buy enough time.

Joel, of course, wouldn't give them any more chances. He pulled out the golden cone and lunged at the vodka once more.

Despite his aggressive demeanor, Joel didn't actually intend to kill Vodka deep down.

The Black Organization has far-reaching influence. If they can be captured alive and handed over to the Metropolitan Police Department, it might be possible to trace the organization's influence in Japan and eradicate it completely.

Furthermore, the mysterious figure from the underworld who issued the mission to her through the gardener did not specify killing members of the Black Organization, but only requested that the meeting be disrupted.

Blue Castle is still their own property, and the extent of their influence depends on the situation. What if Gin throws a few more bombs after a deadly attack?
The battle at the seaside castle last time had already shown her that the Black Organization definitely had the strength of a demolition company, and with that in mind, their fighting power naturally declined.

Vodka, oblivious to having narrowly escaped death, quickly recovered from the alcohol and pulled out a pistol from his inner suit pocket to confront Joel.

Vodka awkwardly straightened the pistol he had been holding incorrectly due to nervousness, and asked curiously, "Is that organization planning to attack us again?"

Joel was taken aback by this, realizing that neither organization was any good, and that if this misunderstanding continued, it might be a good thing.

“That’s right. Your organization’s existence has seriously interfered with that organization’s activities, so someone paid me a lot of money to come here and teach you a lesson.”

Vodka looked smug; it felt so good to have guessed the truth. Sure enough, the detective Zuowenzi hadn't been studying for nothing these past two days.

"It really was that organization's doing!"

Vodka's eyes suddenly lit up. The Thorn Princess was just a bounty hunter; perhaps he could get some information out of her, such as the zoo's hideout.

Bounty hunters are paid to do their jobs. If the organization provides enough cash, they might be able to get the Thorn Princess to turn her attention to the zoo.

"How much money did they give you? I can give you double!" Vodka's voice grew louder and louder, partly because he wanted to find out something, and partly to remind Gin to come out and save them.

Joel did not answer the question, but turned to look at the castle.

Vodka's current situation clearly prevented him from revealing the other members' room numbers, and going in to find them himself would be too much trouble. It was better to let this drunken fat man lure the rest of the organization out.

When faced with a crisis, she, the assassin Princess Thorn, always swept through without ever worrying about being outmatched.

Having grown up and taken on so many missions, I've never lost.

The mission at the zoo was different. The distillery was clearly well-prepared that time. So many peripheral members wore her down to the point of exhaustion. In addition, there was a whole bunch of high-powered weapons such as explosives, helicopters, and rocket launchers, leaving her with very little room to exert her strength.

Now, this blue castle belongs to her family.

She was absolutely certain that there was neither gunpowder nor rocket launchers here, and the idea of ​​armed helicopters was utter nonsense.

In short, tonight's battle is just a simple contest of strength, with at most two pistols involved.

This is sure!

(End of this chapter)