Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 466 The Moment of Slaughter

"What are you doing? Get to work now!"

The man struggled desperately on the crooked tree, but he was stuck in the perfect spot, leaving him powerless.

"He didn't faint?" Conan was shocked.

"Why are you still concerned about these things at a time like this!"

Hattori Heiji was nearly driven mad with rage; there were still three people to deal with!
The other three finally realized what was happening and rushed forward with shouts.

With the steel pipe in hand, Hattori was no longer worried. He stood sideways and wielded the steel pipe with great skill.

The three rushed forward, but Hattori Heiji watched their movements and suddenly dodged two sweeping attacks.

The last man's face contorted in pain as he realized that the dark-skinned youth's steel pipe was heading straight for his face.

"Boom!"

With a crisp sound, the third person fell straight to the ground, his eyes clearly now shaped like mosquito coils.

"Hey, don't kill anyone!"

Conan's face turned pale. If that steel pipe pierced him, he would be half dead!
"Nonsense, then why did you kick someone in the face with a stone just now?"

While parrying, Heiji Hattori remarked that the object Conan had just kicked away by the leader was a fist-sized rock!
"That's a damn clod of dirt!"

“I don’t care, I just saw the stone, and I was holding back.”

As they spoke, another burly man was knocked down, and Hattori Heiji's smile became quite obvious.

These kinds of real-world opportunities are rare, this feels great!

"Wuhu!"

Hattori Heiji seemed to have unleashed his inner demons, his attacks becoming even more ferocious, slashing, hacking, thrusting, and cutting.
The last person became the whetstone for swordsmanship.

"Alright, this is their territory. Let's leave now and go back to inform Uncle Mori!"

"That's too late."

Hattori's eyes swept across the forest, where dark figures flickered.

The leaves rustled, and the sound of branches being crushed underfoot filled the air, while beams of bright white light shone on them.

"hateful!"

The two detectives stood back to back, and Conan pulled out his watch-shaped tranquilizer dart.

However, when he saw the approaching crowd, he silently lowered the scope again.

A group of twenty-odd people surrounded the two men. All of them had blood on their hands and their aprons were stained with blood. A strong smell of blood wafted through the wind.

"Could this be some kind of island where people eat steamed buns?"

Hattori Heiji looked miserable, his hand gripping the steel pipe trembling slightly. This was the first time in his life he had witnessed such a brutal scene.

Tomorrow is the Dugong Festival, and tourists have been flocking to the island these past few days. Could this blood be from them?
Did the missing Kadokawa Saori discover their actions and get murdered to silence her?

Watching the men who had been knocked down get up, Conan wanted to slap himself. He shouldn't have held back against such vicious people.

"wrong!"

Conan sniffed the air.

In addition to perfect pitch, he also has super hearing, super vision, photographic memory, super sense of smell, sixth sense, and a series of other abilities such as being able to hit any ball.

"This isn't human blood; it doesn't taste like it, and it even has a slightly fishy smell!"

Hattori was taken aback, then looked down with a bewildered expression and asked, "You knew that too?"

"I have a keen sense of smell!"

"Look at their expressions and the knives in their hands. Think about it again?"

While the two were talking, the man in the lead was also pulled down from the crooked tree. He covered his bleeding nose, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You two brats are dead meat!"

After the man finished speaking, Hattori threw down the steel pipe in his hand with a "clatter".

The steel pipe is easy to handle, but 1 vs 20 is obviously unrealistic. Rather than getting stabbed in the back, it's better to surrender first; perhaps there's still a chance to escape.

“┗(∧｀)┛ We surrender.”

"Humph."

The man sneered, came over and punched Hattori Heiji in the stomach, then kicked Conan in the butt.

The two immediately bared their teeth in disgust.

"Take him back and wait for Boss Xishan to come and deal with him tomorrow!"

Ten minutes later, the two were tied back to back in a cramped room.

All around me were enormous burlap sacks, their surfaces covered in a transparent slime.

The mucus was slightly reddish, and the strong, foul fishy smell mixed with the stench of blood nearly killed the two men on the spot.

“I remember the surname Xicun, I think it refers to the village chief.”

Hattori Heiji's face was terribly gloomy. If he wasn't mistaken, they must have discovered the village chief's secret dealings.

Based on the information revealed by that man, the two of them were now standing on the brink of death.

"This is a dugong!"

Conan used his leg to pull open one of the snakeskin bags, revealing half of a dugong's head.

His grayish-white pupils had lost their color, and his stiff body was rigid; a tap on it produced a dull echo.

"They're actually poaching dugongs."

"Among those people just now, I even found one of the people we questioned this afternoon. I didn't even realize he was lying. How infuriating."

"Judging from the looks of it, the whole village is probably not clean."

Both of them fell silent.

Despite being known as the island of mermaids, the dugongs, which are called mermaids, are their hunting targets.

Judging from the situation, they've been doing this for many years.

How ironic.

Tomorrow is the dugong festival, and there are still so many tourists who come from far and wide.

If they hadn't gone up the mountain, they might have participated in the celebration like other tourists. If disrespecting the gods is a capital offense, then those twenty-odd people I saw today are definitely dead beyond any doubt!

"Strange, the person in high heels didn't show up."

Conan recalled the scene of the arrest and realized that none of the people were wearing high heels, let alone stilettos.

"What time is it? Let's think about how to get out of here first. When the village chief of Xishan comes tomorrow, I don't want to be turned into fish cakes."

"You have a lot of props on you, do you have a knife or something?"

"you sure?"

Conan looked at the hemp rope, which was almost as thick as his wrist. This thing was probably the anchor rope. Even if he didn't have one, and even if he had a knife, in his current position, he would have to keep cutting until tomorrow morning.

"Hey, I'm a swordsman, don't underestimate me!"

Hattori Heiji, with a serious expression, tried to put his hands on his hips, but after a moment of hesitation, he drooped his head in resignation.

"Are you planning to use Iaijutsu?"

Conan made a comment on the spot.

I don't have a blade, but I don't know if a lens would work.

If the watch scope breaks, it can be used as a blade; whether it can actually cut through is up to Hattori to decide.

Conan used all his strength to open the watch cover, and then pried it open with all his might.

After humming and hawing for a while, Hattori Heiji yawned and asked, "Are you done yet?"

"No, the materials Professor Agasa used to make the watch are a bit too hard; I can't break them."

The path to survival was in their hands, but it was unusable because the quality was too good.

Conan was unsure whether to criticize or praise the great inventor.

"You are."

Suddenly, a faint sound, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, came from the doorway. Through the cracks in the wooden cabin, the two could vaguely see a dark figure.

Immediately, the guard at the door waved.

With a "bang," Conan and Hattori confirmed that the guard had fallen.

Has someone come to rescue us?
Although they couldn't look each other in the eye, they were thinking the same thing.

But who could it be?
Conan was about to call for help when his expression suddenly changed, and he dared not open his mouth.

"what happened?"

Hattori Heiji also noticed something was wrong and asked in a very low voice.

"The smell of blood, human blood!"

Conan's facial expression was almost distorted at this moment; he suspected it was the dark figure from earlier.

He wanted to go out and see what was going on, but the rope was an unavoidable problem.

Outside the door, the fallen guard's eyes were wide open, his palms outstretched as if trying to grasp something, but he failed and was pierced through the temple.

Red and white fluid flowed down his temples, moistening his slightly graying hair.

No one noticed the guard's death; those who were supposed to be working went about their tasks, and the hidden stakeouts had returned to their original positions to continue their vigil.

Princess Thorns glanced coldly at the corpse's eyes, then lowered her head and silently wiped away the blood-stained golden cone.

"Next!"

The cold, ghostly voice, indistinguishable between male and female, sent shivers down Conan's spine.

The sound of high heels clattering on the wooden planks gradually faded away, and the two finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Unbeknownst to them, cold sweat had soaked their backs, yet they felt nothing, or perhaps they chose to forget.

Because the most important thing right now is to get out of there!

The two began racking their brains, searching the cramped room for any tools they might be able to use to escape.

Outside the room, the hunt had already begun.

The high heels trod on the soft ground, approaching silently. Only when the door was opened did the person inside cast a curious glance.

"Who?"

Wearing a sexy uniform and a black mask, this look was somewhat polarizing in the eyes of the villagers.

Some looked terrified, while others were overjoyed.

However, the villagers' inquiries received no response.

The golden cone transformed into a gust of wind, piercing towards the nearest villager with a whoosh.

The villagers had no time to retreat or beg for help, as the golden cone pierced completely between his eyebrows.

stab-

Princess Thorn forcefully pulled out the golden cone, and blood and brain matter instantly splattered all over the faces of the villagers nearby.

Despite having slaughtered countless dugongs and likely witnessed or even participated in human killing, this was the first time these people had ever seen such a horrifying scene.

If bloodshed were ranked, then their dugong blood would be nothing at all.

The golden cone sliced ​​through the air, and the expressions of the two villagers standing side by side changed instantly.

"Cough cough cough-"

As soon as they opened their mouths, they felt a hole being made in their necks, and a large amount of air and liquid was sent into their lungs.

The pain lasted less than two seconds before both of them collapsed.

The two fell like dominoes, the Thorn Princess turned into a shadow, the Golden Cone left afterimages, and the villagers were powerless to resist.

In the blink of an eye, about a dozen villagers in the room were all lying on the ground.

Despite being very careful, some noise still caught the attention of another slaughterhouse.

The entrance was instantly crowded with villagers, who picked up their tools for making money and looked warily at the curvaceous Princess Thorn.

Kitchen knives, boning knives, cleavers, and even two people carrying large axes.

With knives sharpened and ready to be used, it's hard to tell who the cattle and sheep are.

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(End of this chapter)