Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 563 My Love, Mother, My Last Words
Amuro Tooru grabbed Ikumi Yagami by the back of her collar with one hand, staring at the iron box pressing down on Ogami Kisuke with a grim expression.

"do you died?"

Hakuba Saguru's face was pale, and the bright red stains on his white suit were extremely obvious. However, because the other detectives' expressions were relatively calm, he also suppressed his racing heartbeat and leaned against the wall to support himself.

The warm blood fogged up Conan's glasses, his breathing became heavier, and his fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

This time, someone died right in front of him.

"for you."

Conan snapped out of his strange anger and saw Amuro Tooru handing him a handkerchief.

".Thanks"

Amuro Tooru took off his suit jacket, wiped it on his face, and then hung it on the wall. He put on gloves and began to examine the iron box that was pressing down on Ogami Shuzen's body.

As he watched the other person's retreating figure, Conan's expression grew increasingly somber.

Mogi Yoshun was too composed. Even the famous detective Shinichi Kudo would be alarmed for a long time in this situation, but the other party reacted immediately and his expression did not change much.

He suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Xia Chuan.

"Same?"

Natsukawa's expression was normal. He was handing his handkerchief to Hakuba Saguru so that he could wipe Yata Ikumi's face.

This wasn't about being a gentleman; it was just that I was worried Anya would have nightmares if she saw me going down.

"Is this Mogi Yoshun, like Natsukawa-ge, some kind of weathered and experienced figure who has seen many life and death?"

While Conan was thinking this, Amuro Tooru had already begun checking the latches.

Is it locked?

Amuro Tooru looked up at Natsukawa, "Yes, but the lock was oxidized and broke when it fell down."

Following the other person's gaze to the lock on the ground, Xia Chuan nodded slightly: "Open it and take a look. To let Da Shang Zhu Shan die in peace, he went to so much trouble to gather us, only to be crushed to death by the mystery. He is the most tragic mastermind I have ever seen."

Natsukawa's teasing did not lighten the mood; Amuro Tooru opened the metal box with a stern face.

The iron box was very heavy and made a loud noise when it fell. It seemed to contain a lot of things.

Amuro Tooru wasn't worried about any traps. Judging from the sound just now, even if there were traps inside, they would have been smashed by now.

The iron box was opened, and a strong smell of decay wafted out. The iron box was very old; not only was the exterior covered with rust, but the contents inside also had an old and worn feel.

What comes into view is a large gold raven badge, crookedly stacked on top, about the size of a palm.

However, after an unknown period of time, the badge had darkened considerably, and there were many bluish-gray circular spots on it, as if it were moldy.

Below that was a pile of what appeared to be toys: a samurai sword broken in two, white chess pieces without the top half, a fountain pen, a calligraphy brush, Go stones, and so on.

The mess didn't look like a treasure at all; Amuro Tooru even saw a photo of a couple and a little boy.

The photo is so old that even though it's framed, the inside is still covered with mottled oxidation marks.

"Could the so-called treasure be this golden raven badge?"

Hakuba Saguru suppressed his nausea and focused his attention on the crow badge inside the iron box.

Even if this badge weighs two pounds, it still doesn't fit the treasure-filled style that this villa should have.

With all that miscellaneous stuff, this iron box is more like a time capsule, except it wasn't buried in the ground, but rather perched atop the clock tower dome.

"Our line of thinking seems wrong, but it also seems right."

Conan frowned as he flipped through the items, banishing the musty smell from his mind, and carefully examined every possible clue.

Finally, he lost heart.

There's nothing there. Assessment complete. It's just a pile of ordinary junk.

"Why? Is something like this worth keeping hidden away?" Xia Chuan murmured to himself, filled with doubt as he looked at the photograph in Amuro Tooru's hand.

"A completely black and white photo? Mature color photography only became widespread after the 1930s. This kind of black and white photo looks more like the style of the late 19th century."

“Mr. Natsukawa knows quite a lot.” Amuro Tooru glanced at Natsukawa, seemingly unintentionally.

"Hehe, girls will like you if you've seen more of the world."

Amuro Tooru was speechless. What kind of time is this to say such things?

"Wait, there seems to be something behind us!"

From Conan's perspective, he could see the back of the picture frame and noticed that the support plate on the back seemed to be bulging outwards, indicating that something was probably tucked inside.

"Let me see."

Amuro Tooru flipped the picture frame over, pried open the clips on the edge of the frame, and removed the support plate on the back.

The support plate was removed, and a piece of paper that had been folded many times fell down, which Conan caught just in time. Conan immediately unfolded the paper.

The paper was covered with neat neon lettering, but due to the passage of time, the ink was starting to bleed, and some of the more complex characters had clumped together.

However, this does not affect the overall reading experience.

"Let's go down first. This isn't a solution for Ikumi Gunda."

"it is good."

Everyone went downstairs and returned to the computer room.

The others, seeing the blood on their bodies and hearing the sounds from before, already knew what had happened and didn't ask any further questions.

Joel led Ikumi Gunta to sit down, while Conan took out the paper again and began to read it in front of everyone.

Envelope contents:

Death is an inevitable part of human life. Your father's passing has filled you with fear of death, and I know you are very sad, but there is no way to change that.

I have seen everything you have done over the years, but the reason why our Karasuma family has become a respected family in Japan is not because of how long we live, but because we can seize the opportunity and adapt to the changes of the times to choose our path. No one can live forever, but life can be passed on. What we can do is leave behind our descendants, just like your father and I gave birth to you.

We are all lambs of time, and when we face death, we can only accept it calmly. But at least we live more dignified and valuable lives than most people, don't we?

You go to great lengths to study the mystery of immortality, even disregarding the lives of others, and will stop at nothing to achieve immortality.

This terrifies me. This idea is a bottomless pit. God gave us the ability to procreate so that life could continue, not so that we could stubbornly seek immortality.

Adapting to life and death, to the times and to the prevailing circumstances, is the only way for Karasuma to prosper.

I hope that one day you will remember the Twilight Villa I brought you here, remember the bronze bell we once rang together, and the words we spoke while gazing at the stars. If you can accept death, then you will surely find the final treasure of the Twilight Villa.

Dusk marks the end, but a new day always rises after the night. Time will witness everything, let our Karasuma family regain its glory!

Signed: 1913, Your loving mother, Last words
"This is a mother's last love letter to her son," Xia Chuan concluded.

This contains the mother's unrealistic expectations for her son, as well as her hope that the Karasuma family can rise again under her son's leadership. In addition, Natsukawa also clearly sees the expectation of urging marriage and childbirth.

Unfortunately, judging from how long the iron box had been sealed away, Karasuma Renya did not find this item.

"Could this be the treasure mentioned in the piano room diary?" Kaito asked doubtfully.

“There should be other treasures here. Didn’t Mother say that the final treasure of Twilight Villa is definitely more than just this Raven Badge?” Vodka played with the Raven Badge in his hand. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, but the oxidation was too severe, and he really couldn’t remember where he had seen it before.

Xia Chuan glanced at Vodka. It was fortunate that the other party followed Gin and was loyal to him. Otherwise, with his memory and intelligence, he would definitely be bricked into a wall as a load-bearing pillar.

"Then what do we do now?"

Gunda Ikumi gasped for breath. The death of Ogami Shuzen terrified her. Even if there was more treasure, she had given up on the idea. Who knew where the next treasure would fall from? Maybe the entire villa would collapse.

Neither Natsukawa nor Amuro Tooru spoke. Although they had the ability to contact the outside world, they each had their own thoughts.

Amuro Tooru wants to find the treasure, while Natsukawa wants to lure out Karasuma Renya.

Hakuba Saguru, the only one still capable of making external communications, was somewhat conflicted at this moment.

Since someone had died, he had a reason to notify his father through the eagle he had brought.

However, he also wanted to investigate the treasure that the mother claimed to possess.

“Father,” Anya whispered to Xia Chuan.

Xia Chuan nodded after hearing this, and then coughed twice to attract the attention of the others: "Before coming to the villa, I contacted a friend. If I don't return within three days, he will naturally come to the villa to find me, so everyone doesn't need to worry about whether they can leave. As for whether to continue solving the mystery and find the treasure in the letter, that's up to everyone."

“However,” Xia Chuan glanced at his watch, “it’s already past midnight, let’s go to sleep first, and then we can all think about whether there are other interpretations to that riddle.”

“The corpse above our heads,” White Horse asked.

"It seems we don't have the means to get him down, do we?" Xia Chuan glanced out the window. With that ladder, the only way to get Ogami Shuzen's body down would be by carrying him on his back, and I doubt anyone here would want to do that.

"Moreover, everyone has seen the cause of his death, so there is no need to investigate further. We just need to inform the police truthfully when the time comes."

Xia Chuan's concluding remarks were affirmed by everyone, and Bai Ba Saguru also found psychological comfort in not calling the police, nodding slightly.

Everyone returned to their rooms one after another.

Amuro Tooru's expression was very serious, and he didn't even listen to what Vodka was saying to him.

This letter speaks volumes.

Badges too.

Although Karasuma Renya did not find the letter and did not restore the Karasuma family to its former glory as his mother had said, he did allow the Karasuma family to exist in another form.

So, the Black Organization that has been so desperately sought after all these years is actually a family-run gang similar to the Mafia?
If that's the case, are Rum, Vermouth, and Gin members of Karasuma Renya's family?
Or perhaps, were they retainers of the Karasuma clan?

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)