Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 482 Dazzle your eyes, don't look at my face clearly.

If a copy really exists and Conan finds it, wouldn't that be the end of the world?

Given Conan's current circle of friends and abilities, knowing these things would not only be of no benefit, but could even put him in danger.

The best way now is to scare them away.

The problem shouldn't be too big.

Natsukawa was confident in his agility, and with the added advantage of the heavy rain and darkness, Conan wouldn't even notice him if he wanted to!

"Actually, could we just wake up Shimabukuro Kimie? The list shouldn't be something that needs to be kept secret. At worst, we can just use Uncle Mori's name."

Conan shook his head vigorously. He could tolerate using Kogoro's name, but he didn't want two more horns to grow on his head tomorrow.

In addition, and more importantly.

He wasn't sure if Shimabukuro Kimie and Nishiyama Tou were in cahoots.

One was in charge of faith, and the other was in charge of hunting dugongs. He didn't really believe it was unrelated.

"Snapped!"

Just then, Conan suddenly felt something press down on his shoulder.

"Hey, Hattori, are you crazy? Why did you suddenly hit me?"

"Who hit you!"

Hattori stopped what he was doing, feeling puzzled, but didn't pay much attention to it. Conan had been beaten up quite a few times in the past two days, and he probably had some kind of injury.

"impossible."

Conan muttered to himself, turning to look behind him. Someone must have tapped him on the shoulder just now.

However, when the light swept across, there was nothing behind it except for the windows rattling and creaking in the wind.

Conan suppressed his doubts and could only assume that it was the feeling of his rain-soaked clothes clinging to his skin.

This feeling of uncertainty made him very uncomfortable, so he quickened his pace and walked a few steps forward to stand in front of Hattori.

"Please, I haven't even started looking yet, stop wandering around like a little kid."

Hattori shut up after saying that. It felt very incongruous to say that, since Conan doesn't look like a child.
"Do you think the old woman would just put the list in the living room? Go check the back storage room or the study or something."

As detectives, their burglary was indeed rather amateurish. If Shimabukuro Kimie hadn't been away from home, they would have been discovered long ago with all that commotion.

"Fun."

Xia Chuan chuckled; it was he who had just laid a dirty hand on him.

Xia Chuan landed silently again, following behind the two at a distance of no more than two meters.

"Let's do something more fun."

In the darkness, Xia Chuan retained a great deal of night vision. His steps were steady and effortless. He walked straight into one of the bedrooms and skillfully picked up the disguise mask on the table.

This is the disguise mask of the old woman. He noticed it when he first came in. It should be a spare that Shimabukuro Kimie prepared. Now it comes in handy.

Xia Chuan quickly finished dressing and came out just in time to see Conan and Hattori walking into the room where the list was stored.

"It must be here!"

Conan fixed his gaze on the old-fashioned drawer, glanced back furtively to make sure no one was around, and then focused his attention back on the drawer.

The two men walked slowly, like lone wolves eyeing their prey.

As he approached, Hattori Heiji gently pulled out the drawer, being careful not to make a sound that might wake Shimabukuro Kimie.

The more you try not to be discovered, the more likely you are to be discovered.

"Who are you?"

The sound came from behind the two of them, like the friction of an old bellows being pulled, hoarse and deep.

Conan and Hattori were startled, and cold sweat immediately appeared on their foreheads.

That can’t be?

The two exchanged a glance, confirming that the voice wasn't the other playing a prank. Hattori specifically checked Conan's collar to make sure there was no bow tie.

The two stood frozen in place, at a loss for what to do. They exchanged glances and realized that the other was just as flustered as they were, and immediately cursed each other in their hearts.

Stealing isn't a detective's specialty, and being suddenly yelled at like that would scare anyone half to death.

Conan flicked his watch-shaped spotlight backward, and in that instant, the two of them turned around at the same time, their main message being: "Blind me, don't look at my face."

What came into view was an old face full of wrinkles.

This face looked older than the two high-ranking officials, with layers of wrinkles like the age of trees, each layer telling a story of aging.

Even her eyelids had become creased, drooping down and covering her eyes.

In low light, the face had an even greater sense of atmosphere.

Fortunately, both of them were materialistic warriors, and their fear and panic only lasted for a moment before they realized that the other person was a long-lived woman and not some kind of demon or monster.

Just as Hattori was about to explain why the two of them had come, Conan immediately covered his mouth with his hand and shook his head vigorously.

"Where did this thief come from! Junhui, Junhui~"

The aged voice sounded particularly strong in the rain, and the loud shouts made Conan exclaim that he couldn't stand it. If it weren't for the noise of the rain outside, he even suspected that the voice could be heard all the way to the village office.

The two were so panicked that they even forgot they had only come to look at the list, not to actually be thieves.

The next moment, the two transformed into the wind and traveled away.

"Thump thump thump!" Two pairs of feet slapped the ground as they dashed out of the room. They grabbed their shoes at the door and ran off without even putting them on.

Since they were worried that Shimabukuro Kimie was connected to Nishiyama Tao, they couldn't reveal themselves at this time. If the other party made a few more noises, it might attract the attention of the villagers next door.

After running for about a hundred meters and turning two or three corners, the two of them stopped, one big and one small, standing in front of someone else's house, looking like drowned rats.

Don't you think there's something wrong with this?

Hattori was panting, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

That old woman who lives so long is strange.

"what is the problem?"

Conan was also panting heavily, but since Hattori had been carrying him the whole way and he was carrying his shoes, the reason he was panting was simply because Hattori was making him a little carsick.

"If I knew, I would have told you the answer directly."

Hattori rolled his eyes and continued, "We should tell Uncle Mori about the list tomorrow and have him handle it, or wait until the police arrive on the island. In any case, we can't take any more risks."

Conan nodded helplessly. It seemed that this was the only way. In the end, he would still have to drag Uncle Kogoro into this mess.

Hattori has powerful connections, so there's nothing to fear. He's just a kid, so no one will pay attention. But if it's Kogoro's uncle who submits the list, I wonder if it will invite retaliation.

There are definitely many people involved, and they are all of high social standing. They certainly don't want their misdeeds to be widely publicized.

It's not necessarily businessmen and politicians who take action themselves; the biggest fear is attracting thugs and hooligans. These kinds of people are very difficult for ordinary citizens to deal with; they're like a persistent nuisance.

In particular, the yakuza organizations in Tokyo are everywhere, and even judo masters sometimes let their guard down.

The rain showed no signs of letting up, and Conan glanced at the time, realizing it was already past midnight.

At this point, the workshop would be deserted, so it's best to go back to the guesthouse and get some sleep to ensure you're well-rested. Tomorrow, we can work on the workshop and the Dugong Shrine list simultaneously.

When the two returned to the guesthouse, they saw that the room lights were still on, but they didn't find it strange, assuming that the other three were probably worried about them.

Conan was even prepared to get beaten up, so he put a wooden board inside his pants.

"We're back."

Soaked to the bone, the two pushed open the door, looking like water ghosts who had just crawled out of the sea. Their disheveled hair and pale faces, coupled with the swaying of the corridor lights in the wind, constantly reconstructing their outlines with light and shadow, created an inexplicable sense of terror.

None of the three of them slept.

On one hand, he was worried about the safety of Conan and Hattori, and on the other hand, he was worried that the villagers would steal Shimabukuro Kimie.

The three of them have been chatting on and off since around 9 a.m., and are now exhausted.

Hearing the noise, the three turned to look at the doorway, and then saw Conan and Hattori looking like water ghosts.

"Ah—" ×2
The wailing was melodious and long. Conan thought that Ran and Kazuha's high-pitched duet could be used as soundproofing testers for highway sound barriers.

"Alright, alright! It's just the two of us!"

Hattori covered his ears with his arms, wiped his rain-soaked hair, and forced his hairstyle back up.

"what?"

Once it was confirmed that it was Hattori Heiji, the two girls immediately fell silent; as long as he wasn't a water ghost, that was fine.

"Heiji, do you know how worried we were about you? Why did you suddenly run away? What were you doing in this heavy rain?!"

Once he confirmed that it was his childhood friend, Toyama Kazuha immediately started complaining.

She was genuinely worried and angry; it's always like this, and this time she even brought Conan along. Ran had complained to her about it many times earlier.

Kogoro Mouri immediately perked up, stepped forward to examine them, and after confirming that neither of them was missing an arm or a leg, he immediately began to roll up his sleeves.

It's good that he didn't lose any arms or legs; he can just break them when he gets back!
"Uncle Mori, what are you doing?"

Hattori quickly jumped back, put his hands in front of him, and even pulled out his boss's father as a shield, which finally made Kogoro Mouri stop.

However, he was not Kogoro Mouri's first target.

Conan was the unlucky one. In that instant, his head, which was bigger than his body, immediately went into operation mode. With two loud "clangs," smoke began to rise from the top of his head, and his scalp sprouted like bamboo shoots.

"I knew it."

Conan was on the verge of tears. He was already considering having Professor Agasa research a wig that could absorb force, otherwise he didn't know if his IQ would drop, but he was sure he would go bald.

"That night we encountered the Thorn Princess and a mysterious kidnapper!"

Hattori's words piqued Kogoro Mouri's interest.

Seeing Kogoro Mouri reluctantly lower his arm, Conan always felt that the other's concern was just an excuse, and that he simply wanted to beat him up.

After Hattori's concise explanation, Kogoro Mori finally understood the cause and effect.

Of course, Hattori deliberately concealed the two matters: the Dugong Shrine and the sake brewery.

Being a thief is hardly a glorious thing, especially when you get caught.

The brewery needs to be kept even more secret. Given Kogoro Mouri's personality, if he knew about such an organization, he would definitely report it to Inspector Megure.

No, not yet!

"I see. Princess Thorn is actually a very nice person."

"Uh"

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)