Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 652 A mistake
The snowstorm continued, and Natsukawa and Anya were dragged back by the Mori family to watch the ritual.

Since Natsukawa was unwilling to reveal his reason, Conan and Kogoro Mouri naturally wouldn't let him off the hook.

She kept a close eye on Xia Chuan, as if afraid he would run away.

Seeing the dense crowd of spectators around him, Xia Chuan made no attempt to flee, but simply observed silently.

During this time, he also explained the situation to the Maori family, saying that he could not call them by their real names today.

Despite his suspicions, Kogoro Mouri agreed to Natsukawa's request.

"By the way, since we're on a mission, there should be a place to stay, right?"

During the ceremony, Kogoro Mouri finally revealed his true intentions.

Although Xia Chuan and his companion were only supposed to rent one guesthouse, it was still better for the five of them to squeeze together than for the three of them to spend the night in their car.

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I knew it.

Xia Chuan was speechless. He had already seen through Kogoro Mouri's thoughts, but he couldn't refute them at this moment, so he could only nod with a stiff upper lip.

"Dad." Xiaolan said helplessly, but didn't say much. She didn't want to sleep in the car either.

“Hey, I know Daimon Hara Ichiro. His Daimon Heavy Industries is very famous in Tokyo. If they live here, why don’t we stay at their house? With Uncle Mori here, the Daimon family probably won’t refuse. Isn’t this a good way to investigate up close?”

Since Natsukawa wouldn't tell him why he was there, Conan decided to use his own methods.

As long as you follow Xia Chuan closely, you will eventually find out the truth.

Yuri's situation has been on his mind, and he must have discovered something else in the last couple of days.

Although Eita Torada has been convicted, Conan has no idea that he is the mastermind behind it all.

The actions of Natsukawa and Yuri seem to suggest that Torada Eita has some unknown relationship with this Hideyu Village.

Disguised and accompanied by Anya, it was probably to lower the guard of the people here.

Perhaps the people from the distillery are among those participating in the ritual.

A blurry view of the sky appeared behind Conan, showing a dense crowd of people and priests forming a dark and terrifying scene.

It was as if the legendary Sengoku warlord Okawa Hidetomo, who was killed by a tyrannical monarch, had come back to life and shrouded the sky.

This ritual about Hideyuki Okawa felt like a summoning ceremony, and the wind and snow were like roars from the abyss, leaving Conan with a lingering sense of unease.

He became extremely vigilant, looking at each of the onlookers, wishing he could go up to them one by one and ask if they were members of the distillery.

"Well, it's possible, but that's just wishful thinking on your part. Ichiro Daimon, the president of Daimon Heavy Industries, probably wouldn't allow outsiders to appear in his house so easily. Not even Mr. Mori."

"That's impossible to say!"

Hearing the doubts, Kogoro Mouri stood up for himself, crossed his arms and raised his head, "With me in charge, it won't be difficult to move into the Daimon family's house!"

His voice was loud, attracting the attention of other tourists and villagers around him.

They didn't know Kogoro Mouri, and upon hearing his boastful words, they simply chuckled and shook their heads. Daimon Heavy Industries was not an organization that just anyone could visit.

"Oh? You're also going to visit Daimon Heavy Industries?"

Looking in the direction of the voice, one could see that the speaker was a rather handsome young man.

"You too? Who are you?" Kogoro Mouri asked, puzzled. "If you're going too, you can come with me after the festival if you have a car. After all, the Daimon family's place is quite a distance from the festival site."

The young man did not answer Kogoro Mouri's question, but smiled and explained to them, "The Daimon family does not really welcome outsiders, but with me in charge, there will definitely be no problem."

He winked at Anya and Conan, as if trying to see admiration in the two children's eyes.

Unfortunately, Conan wasn't interested in this and even found him a bit strange.

Anya's eyes gleamed with an inexplicable light, as if she had heard some unspoken message. She then leaned close to Xia Chuan's ear and whispered something.

She pointed at the young man as she spoke, as if she were talking badly about him.

"This gentleman seems very confident, so we'll respectfully comply."

Xia Chuan, who had originally intended to refuse, suddenly changed his mind, patted Anya's hat on her head, smiled with his eyes narrowed, and went up to shake hands with her as if they were old friends.

This was a lucky accident!

The young man smiled and nodded: "Haha, these are all minor issues. I think you guys are probably also because there are no guesthouses available for you to stay in."

Half an hour later, the ceremony officially came to an end. The tourists, unable to bear the cold weather and snow, returned to their guesthouses. The villagers either went home or helped the ceremony team pack up.

Six people crammed into one car—if Miyamoto Yumi saw that, she'd definitely give them a ticket.

Unfortunately, this is a remote mountain village, and there is only one police officer, let alone a traffic police officer.

"So you're the leader of the priesthood! You're so talented at such a young age, you're truly remarkable."

On the way, Kogoro Mouri learned about the young man's identity.

The performers in this ritual were all members of a youth team, and the team leader had to go to the gatehouse to collect his wages after the performance.

"Yes, I am Yoshiaki Daimon, the head of the ritual team. Many ritual activities in Tokyo are similar. Some local customs are hard to preserve, so they invite us to perform the rituals. It costs a little money but saves time and effort."

"door?"

Xia Chuan noticed the surname and immediately narrowed his eyes.

In fact, the reason he readily agreed was because Anya had heard some unusual things, but he never expected that this person would also have the surname Daimon.

"Hehe, that's right, I'm also a member of the Daimon family."

Yoshiro Daimon smiled and fell into his memories: "Actually, I haven't been home for five or six years. Although the Daimon family is a well-known heavy industry company in Tokyo, the head of the family, Ichiro Daimon, lacks affection. Many times, no matter how tired I am, I don't want to go back to this house. Today is an exception."

Yoshiro Daimon began complaining for seven or eight minutes, until the car stopped in front of a Japanese-style house, at which point he concluded: "In short, the Daimon family feels very unfamiliar to me. I have hardly been in contact with my family since I left five years ago. When I was invited back to perform this time, my father didn't seem to know that I was the troupe leader."

"Of course, that's great. I'll leave after I get the money."

"Your father should be very proud to know that you've entered this industry!"

It sounds nice, but Kogoro Mouri knows it's impossible.

For a wealthy family like Daimon Heavy Industries, it would be hard to accept that their own son had become the head of the ritual service. Coupled with the other party's complaints, Kogoro Mouri had reason to believe that the other party had gone home to upset his father.

Yoshiaki Daimon's eyes gleamed with a strange light. He didn't answer the question but changed the subject, saying, "Why must I inherit the family business? I not only hate my father, but also my older brother who looks exactly like him. His wife, who is my sister-in-law, is no better."

"The only person in the whole family I still care about is my mother, who gave birth to me."

(End of this chapter)