Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 659 Coma
In Japanese houses, the living room leads directly to the yard, and the guesthouse they rented was no exception, except that the layout required crossing a corridor.

The five people walked out one by one. The first person carried a flashlight and lit the way ahead, followed closely by the other four. The last person was also alert to his surroundings, appearing very organized.

However, just as he stepped out of the Japanese-style gate that led directly to the courtyard, he suddenly felt a cool breeze.

This cool breeze was different from the wind and snow; it came and went quickly, as if it had slapped him in the face, and the chill crept up his neck and into his body.

what happened?

The question had barely formed in his mind when he felt something warm blocking his mouth. Before he could even utter a sound, his neck snapped as if twisted into a pretzel.

The sound of a neck being snapped blended perfectly with the sound of the four people in front trudging through the snow, and no one noticed that the person covering the rear was already dead.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Xia Chuan's breathing was perfectly steady, and his gaze remained calm.

He gently placed the body on the ground and continued his work.

He had done this countless times without making a sound, and he seemed extremely skilled at it.

One person fell, and the four people in front were already close to the corner.

Just as the fourth person was about to cross the corner, he encountered the same situation as the fifth person.

After two consecutive attacks, only three of the five remained. Unaware that their deaths were imminent, the three continued to walk forward.

This time, Xia Chuan didn't proceed slowly. The yard where the van was located was an open space, and there was no suitable angle available.

He then fired a rapid burst of energy.

The snow crunched and crackled incessantly, and the three of them turned around in bewilderment upon hearing the sound.

Before they could even see what was happening, the heavy snow prevented them from opening their eyes wide enough, and they could only vaguely make out that there were people behind them.

The people behind them didn't give them any chance; in the blink of an eye...

"call out--"

A bullet pierced the temple of contestant number three, who was halfway turning his head. Even if the two people in front of him hadn't seen clearly yet, they knew they needed to raise their guns.

As expected of someone with a mercenary background, his reaction speed is quite good.

Xia Chuan flashed a bright, sunny smile, using the corpse of contestant number three as a human shield with one hand, the muzzle of his gun protruding from under his armpit, accurately striking the two men in front of him between the eyebrows.

The gunfire stopped, the snow continued, but five more bodies lay on the ground.

Two necks were snapped and three heads were shot; there was no chance of survival.

I checked the time; there was still a little while until the hour that Daimon Yoshiaki had mentioned.

They loaded all the bodies into the van, destroyed the bloodstains on the ground, and drove off.

There are no security cameras here, so once he leaves, no one will know who did it.

As for Yoshiaki Daimon, since he wants to set fire, then Natsukawa is prepared to do as he pleases.

However, setting fires is a very dangerous thing. If you burn yourself to death, it shouldn't be a problem, right?
When Yoshiaki Daimon finally died, it's quite normal for his underlings to have the idea of ​​taking everything for themselves, right?
The plot has basically completed its closed loop.

After delivering the gold to the location agreed upon with Frank, and returning to the Daimon family home, there were still about five minutes before Daimon Yoshiro made his move.

"Well, what's going on?"

Looking at the gate of the house, which was already smoking, a question mark appeared above Xia Chuan's head.

The side rooms and the L-shaped main house were both set on fire. The smoke wasn't very thick yet, but it was clear that they had already started.

"Didn't Conan notice? Mr. Mori and Ran?"

"never mind."

Instead of pinning their hopes on a drunkard and a girl terrified by a ritual, Natsukawa felt it was better to expect Anya to perform well.

"Oh, right, Anya!"

Xia Chuan strode over the high wall and headed straight for the room the nanny had arranged for them. A quick glance around revealed that all the rooms were dark, and there was no sign of a fire.

It wasn't exactly a fire.

Only after crossing the wall did I realize that Lianglang's gate seemed to have just been lit with a small flame.

The air was thick with the smell of gasoline, and the fire was spreading steadily.

Ignoring the flames, Xia Chuan rushed into the room as fast as he could.

"what"

Inside the main house, a person suddenly stopped, looked out through the frosted glass, and let out a soft exclamation.

"What's wrong?" Yoshiaki Daimon turned around and asked.

At this point, absolutely no problems can occur.

"I think I just saw a figure flash by outside. Did someone spot us?"

"Impossible. I put a certain amount of sleeping pills in everyone's cups. They should all be asleep by now."

Yoshiaki Daimon recalled carefully.

At the dinner table, he not only mingled and drank, but also seized every opportunity to drug other people's drinks. How could anyone possibly do that?
"and many more!"

He suddenly remembered that after he drugged Kogoro Mouri's assistant, the man went out under the pretext of going to smoke. When he came back, the drinking party seemed to have ended not long after, and the man didn't seem to have drunk anything!
"Oh no, what if he didn't faint, but instead discovered that someone else had suddenly passed out?"

Upon realizing this possibility, Yoshiaki Daimon immediately became agitated. "Quickly, get to the guest room! We must stop him from calling the police!"

After running a couple of steps, he felt uneasy again and told one of them to go check on the other people in the house.

It wasn't that he looked down on the Mori gang; he was simply confident that he could handle them on his own.

Who told him to have a pistol?
Inside the room, Xia Chuan had already discovered the group of people lying on the ground.

Aside from Kogoro Mouri, who was probably drunk, everyone else was knocked unconscious by drugs.

Take Conan for example. This was probably the first time he had been drugged and passed out without any preparation. When he fainted, he seemed to have hit a table leg, and a big bump appeared on his forehead.

Anya was a little better, lying straight on her mat, probably because she was tired from playing.

So, when did he administer the drug?

Xia Chuan scratched his head, looking puzzled.

However, it was too late to wake them up, because he had already heard hurried footsteps outside the room.

Before he could make a move, the door was pushed open.

“Mr. Lianglang, although this is your home, shouldn’t you knock on the door before a guest arrives at their room?” Xia Chuan asked, posing a probing question.

Yoshiaki Daimon didn't answer. Instead, he looked around at Natsukawa and the others, making sure that everyone else was still asleep and only Natsukawa was awake. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hehe, I was just worried that you wouldn't sleep well at night. After all, Mr. Mori is someone my father admires, and I personally invited you to this house as guests. It's for your own good that you came to visit."

Despite saying that, he made no attempt to hide it by waving his hand and wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, while holding a pistol with a silencer in his hand.

This is a naked threat.

After he and his two accomplices appeared, Yoshiro Daimon had no intention of letting Natsukawa leave alive.

However, it is necessary to confirm whether the other party has called the police before proceeding.

"Simple concern shouldn't involve others, right? If I remember correctly, these two were among the ritual participants at the evening ceremony."

"I didn't expect you to have such a good eye. You could even tell that they were wearing such heavy makeup."

"By the way, what's your name? I didn't have a chance to ask before."

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)