Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 571 The Great Gathering of Code Name Members

"It's just that Hakuba Saguru doesn't like the taste."

Xia Chuan swallowed a small bite and put down his knife and fork. As expected, he still couldn't eat too much; his tolerance to poison hadn't reached a high level yet.

These dishes, however, can be taken back and used to make ingredients for inducing unconsciousness, which will be just what we need.

Vodka swallowed hard and gave Amuro Tooru a grateful look.

The dinner ended with Hakuba Saguru fainting.

Hakuba Saguru was not taken back to his room, but was placed on the sofa in the living room.

Kaito doesn't dislike Hakuba Saguru. Although he likes to show off, he's not a bad person, and the incident with Yata Ikumi must not happen again.

"Xia Chuan-ge, what should we do now? I feel like the atmosphere tonight is a bit strange."

Conan reappears beside Natsukawa, addressing the various questions that the villa had raised for him that day.

"What's weird?"

“Mogi Yoshun, his henchman, and the newcomer Wakasa Rumi are all very strange.”

Conan suddenly turned serious, put his hands in his pockets, and said, "The letter left by Karasuma Renya's mother mentioned Karasuma Renya's pursuit of immortality, which is very similar to the boss of the brewery. Moreover, Gin and his people are all dressed in black, like crows."

"You suspect the situation here is related to the brewery?" Xia Chuan shook his head vigorously: "If Karasuma Renya were still alive today, have you considered his age?"

"That's true."

Conan nodded, letting out a slight sigh of relief as the suffocating feeling lessened.

Moreover, he remembered that Ai Haibara had said that immortality had not been achieved, so it was impossible for Renya Karasuma to still be alive.

"By the way, Uncle Kogoro is also very strange."

"What?" Xia Chuan was genuinely surprised this time.

"Uncle Kogoro smoked quite a lot on the way here, but he stopped after we arrived at the villa. When you smoked today, he subconsciously kept a little distance from you."

"He seems to have developed a strong aversion to the smell of smoke."

Conan glanced furtively back at Kogoro Mouri: "I suspect he might be Kaito Kid."

"uh-huh!"

Xia Chuan nodded, "You're only realizing this now? Your reasoning skills aren't very good."

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"Brother Xia Chuan, did you already see the problem?"

Conan exclaimed in surprise, "So he really is Kid? Then what about the real Uncle Kogoro?"

He's Xiaolan's father, after all; he has a duty to care.

"It must have been at the gas station; that's when I noticed it. You wouldn't normally find a Mercedes tire at a gas station, and the timing of the puncture was also very coincidental."

"Yeah, I think so too."

That being said, Conan was still somewhat dissatisfied.

Xia Chuan clearly knew all along, but he didn't tell him, which resulted in him being hit on the head several times.

Damn it, Kaito Kid must have done it on purpose.

He said that Uncle Kogoro was tapping his head more frequently yesterday.

"Does Joel know yet? I'm going to tell Sister Joel now!"

Conan still vividly remembers what happened at the Metropolitan Police Department last time, and he thinks that Joel can get revenge this time, and he can also get revenge himself.

"Don't!"

Natsukawa grabbed Conan by the back of his collar. "The situation was already chaotic enough. Mogi Yoshun and Wakasa Rumi are all in big trouble. Kaito Kid is still stable, probably because he was impersonated."

"Don't expose him yet, wait until the situation stabilizes."

Conan thought about it and agreed.

The moon hung high in the branches, and the villa at dusk resembled a fairy palace in the forest under the cool yellow light.

“What a wonderful villa! My mother was really willing to spend so much.”

Karasuma Renya's eyes remained calm and unmoved; if it weren't for the bottle of nitroglycerin pills next to him, the driver would have actually believed it.

Of course, as the boss's driver, he knew what to say.

At this point, the boss is just putting on an act. Just go along with it. Older people are like that; a slight setback might even make their heart race.

The driver's eyes were fixed on the scenery outside the car window.

On the road leading to the Twilight Villa, faint lights could be seen passing by.

He knew that those were the few people the organization had just sent to support them.

"Tonight is really lively."

"Sir, shall we go over there?"

"Let's wait and see what good news Gin has to say."

Karasuma Renya also turned to look out the window, her gaze gradually becoming unfocused.

The villa at dusk under the moon is so beautiful, even more beautiful than dusk itself.

"This shouldn't be called Twilight Villa; Radiant Moon Villa would sound better."

"Once the adults reclaim the villa, it doesn't matter what it's called."

"Hehe." Karasuma Renya seemed to have heard something amusing. After a while, he caught his breath and said, "It won't exist then."

The driver nodded in realization.

That's true; it's too risky to leave gold plastered on the outside.

You should know that there are countless burglars, jewel thieves, and kidnappers in Japan. If word gets out, they could rob another building clean.

"Boom boom boom——"

Motorcycles sped along the dark road, with four men and women, all dressed in black leather jackets and wearing helmets, performing high-speed cornering maneuvers.

The degree of tilt and the centrifugal force were frightening to look at. "Curaçao, slow down!"

All four of them were wearing headphones, so communicating was effortless.

The speaker was a man; his voice was young and quite pleasant.

Kiel offered this assessment.

She was last, and the man in the third position was the one who spoke.

—Alacker, a singer who is popular in Europe and America.

But his true identity is that of a professional assassin for the organization, and one of the most elite among the codenamed members.

Like Vermouth, he also has many fans, but none of his fans are as talented as Calvados.

After an hour of contact, Kiel discovered that Arak seemed very interested in Curaçao, acting like a sycophant the whole way.

"Hey Ireland, has Alark always been like this?"

During his time abroad, Ireland worked alongside Alarc.

Ireland turned around and gestured, and the two entered a new walkie-talkie channel.

"What, are you interested in him?" Ireland asked.

"No, I just think this person talks too much, which doesn't fit the identity of an assassin."

"What's this?"

Ireland chuckled: "Don't think he's that interested in Curaçao. He's just looking for something to spice up his boring life."

Sure enough, there wasn't a single normal person in this distillery organization.

Kiel thought to himself, "What do you mean?"

"Ireland, you're talking bad about me again!"

Suddenly, Alark's taunting voice came through the channel.

He didn't seem to mind being teased or talked about behind his back, and didn't seem to care much.

“Alark, you talk too much. Our goal this time is to kill everyone in the annex. Instead of wasting time talking nonsense, you should focus on how to deal with that Joel and Xia Chuan.”

"Putting everything else aside, even Gin has to be wary of Jolblar's strength."

"Boom boom boom——"

Arak did not answer, but suddenly accelerated and performed a superb hand-to-the-ground technique on the narrow bend ahead.

"Oh ho ho!—"

"This time we're going to have some real fun. Everyone's here, so why should we be afraid of just one Joel Blair?"

It wasn't that Alar didn't take Yor seriously; it's just that individual strength can never compare to teamwork.

As an assassin, he knew this perfectly well. When carrying out a mission, his first step was to lure away the target's security personnel or eliminate them one by one. This time, they were all top-tier assassins, and a team at that; inside the Twilight Mansion, no one could survive!

He said it!
The motorcycle sped along and soon arrived at the bombed-out suspension bridge.

The first motorcycle to arrive had a whoosh, and before the motorcycle even stopped, a steel cable shot out from the side of the front wheel, accurately hitting the trunk of a large tree opposite.

"handsome or not?"

Arak took off his helmet, tossed his blond hair, and his handsome face was always beaming with a smile.

His complexion was yellowish, but he had blond hair and a Middle Eastern appearance, indicating he was of Saudi descent.

"So cool!"

Ireland strode off the bus, his long legs almost hitting Kiel in the face.

After agreeing with Arak, he walked straight to the front of the steel cable, tested its elasticity, and casually took out a hook and hung it on the steel cable.

"call--"

A moment later, Ireland appeared on the other side of the broken bridge and waved in this direction.

For these assassins, this seemingly dangerous and terrifying gliding was nothing more than a piece of cake.

The other three people crossed the bridge in the same way.

Just as they crossed the suspension bridge, Kiel suddenly froze, because Ireland had disappeared without a trace, and only Curaçao and Arak were checking the equipment in their backpacks.

"Daggers, pistols, smoke grenades, flashbangs, wow, in a country like Japan where guns are banned, Gin actually provided us with hand grenades?"

Arak took out the grenade, weighed it in his hand, and then put it in his pocket.

"Gin hasn't arrived in Ireland yet. His wandering around like this will affect the plans."

"What does this have to do with me?" Alak chuckled, pulling out a pen from who-knows-where.

“Miss Kiel, it’s a pleasure to meet you. May I have your phone number? You know, I mean a private number.”

Kiel rolled his eyes, not wanting to say anything.

“Just give it to him, otherwise he might bother you to death,” Curaçao said in a low voice. “I gave him the phone number of a guy with sausage lips from our branch named Binga. You could give him the phone number of Vodka or Tequila.”

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Kiel felt he was still too young. Sure enough, the wicked have to be tormented by the wicked. Heaven knows what Arak's expression would be if he actually made the call; it would be hilarious.

Kiel smiled slightly and wrote a number on Arak's wrist.

After checking all the supplies, the three turned to look at the golden villa that was faintly visible in the forest, and felt a deep sense of emotion.

After a while, Gin appeared in front of the three in the same way.

He glanced around at the group, not even frowning at not seeing Ireland. He disliked Ireland anyway; the guy was more trouble than he was worth.

He unconsciously glanced back at Calvados. Why didn't this eyesore disappear like Ireland? He just kept hanging around in front of him.

Once everyone was present, Calvados said anxiously, "The situation on Vermouth's side is unclear. Although we've activated the jammer to prevent them from contacting the outside world, we can't contact our own people either. This is too passive; Vermouth could be in danger at any time."

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