Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 661 The Role of Door Heavy Industries

Everyone else in the room was fast asleep.

This was thanks to the high quality of the sleeping pills administered by Yoshiaki Daimon; even if he shouted himself hoarse, no one woke up.

After listening to Yoshiaki Daimon's explanation, Natsukawa nodded slightly. "So you plan to turn Daimon Heavy Industries into a military factory?"

"That's not quite right. The production of thermal weapons can only be done in secret and cannot be mass-produced. It's just that we want to separate out a small workshop. The real money is still made in other smelting projects."

If it were someone else who didn't know about gold, they might have been convinced by Yoshiaki Daimon's words, but unfortunately he met Natsukawa.

Aren't you going to tell the truth?

"What do you mean?"

Yoshiaki Daimon frowned, just in time to see Natsukawa raise his pistol at him.

That pistol is
Upon seeing the appearance of the pistol, Yoshiaki Daimon finally realized what had happened and remembered what Natsukawa had just said.

This gun belongs to them.

But all four of them had their own pistols, so where did Xia Chuan get this gun?
"Could it be that!"

Yoshiaki Daimon's mood plummeted, and a chill ran down his spine.

Xia Chuan didn't go to check on the rest of the Daimon family at all; instead, he went to the inn and wiped out all of Daimon's backup forces!
"Did you finally guess it?"

"Don't pin your hopes on someone coming to save you. The only thing that can keep you alive and prevent you from suffering is what you say yourself."

At this moment, Yoshiaki Daimon truly understood what despair meant.

As the pungent smell of burning gradually filled the air, he noticed that Xia Chuan remained completely still, seemingly having no intention of rescuing the others and simply waiting it out with him.

This person is strange.

Yoshiaki Daimon felt that he couldn't see through this person. From the beginning until now, he hadn't been able to figure him out. The other person always gave him a feeling that he couldn't understand or touch him.

As I thought about it, the pain in my body returned.

He was suddenly startled to realize that a large amount of blood was gushing from his palm again.

"If it's for inheriting the family business, then what's the point of the others staying at the guesthouse? And where did that gold come from?"

"Tell me, what exactly is the purpose of Damascus?"

This time, Xia Chuan didn't hold back. He grabbed a finger and snapped it off!

Cold sweat dripped down Mendai Lianglang's back, and he couldn't control his facial expression; tears and blood mingled together.

I've never been wronged like this before. Usually, it's him who does this kind of thing to others. This is the first time someone has broken my finger.

Judging from Xia Chuan's posture, it seemed like he was going to keep breaking her fingers if he didn't say anything.

Yoshiro Daimon was truly terrified. He wasn't anyone's die-hard fan, or rather, he wasn't really prepared and had never received any training. He wasn't afraid of death but he was afraid of pain. Such torture was worse than death.

"Ask me anything you want to know, I just want a quick and painless death."

"It's the same question as before. Do I have to repeat it?"

"what!"

The breaking of the second finger serves as a deterrent, but it's not enough to knock out or kill Yoshiro Daimon.

"The people behind me asked me to smelt a batch of gold, refine it, and make it into gold bars. This requires the smelting technology of Daimon Heavy Industries. It's also true that weapons are being made, but they're not being sold to yakuza groups; they're being made for the people behind me."

Why didn't you say that earlier?

Xia Chuan didn't say anything to discourage Daimon Yoshiaki's attitude. Instead, he asked directly, "Is your success related to him? How do you communicate? What is his name? What is his style of dress? In which city do you meet each time?" "I was just an underground rock singer. He discovered me five years ago. But I don't know his name. I've always called him 'Master.' But I know that there should be a gang behind him."

Yoshiro Daimon took a deep breath, his dry, cracked lips numb but unaffected, and continued, "We rarely see each other, maybe only a few times a year. Usually, he assigns us tasks, sending us to various parts of Tokyo, with the aim of collecting dirt on wealthy locals under the guise of a ritual, and then handing it over to him."

"We mostly communicated by phone. As far as I can remember, we met only a handful of times. He always seemed to be wearing a black suit and was a man."

"The voice sounded like someone in their forties or fifties, and they were about 1.75 meters tall, about the same height as me. They had an average build and nothing particularly striking about them."

Aside from being dressed in black, in Daimon Ryosuke's eyes, this person was no different from any other passerby.

The generic faces presented a challenge for Natsukawa, but it's understandable; it's impossible for everyone in a distillery to be as iconic as Gin and Vodka.

But was Yoshiaki Daimon lying?
This is the most important issue.

At this stage, this is all the information Xia Chuan can obtain. He needs to evacuate the mansion now, or it will be too late.

The raging fire burned all night, casting a faint orange-red glow on the sky.

A villager discovered this situation when he got up to use the toilet at night and immediately called the police.

Unfortunately, heavy snow blocked the mountain passes, preventing the fire department and police from arriving at the scene immediately.

The village police were called in, and under their organization, the villagers quickly united as one. Taking advantage of their numbers and the favorable weather, they finally extinguished the fire in an hour.

However, the fire was nearing its end, and they could only salvage a section of ruins.

The charred gatehouse was completely devoid of any living people; even the corpses that remained had been reduced to ashes along with the building.

Fortunately, they still found survivors.

At the local temple, more than 100 meters away from the main gate, the villagers found a group of survivors.

The survivors were unfamiliar and were not from the Da Men family.

The villagers immediately surrounded them, and then the only policeman in the village arrived and woke them up.

"Where am I? My head hurts so much!"

Kogoro Mouri struggled to open his eyes, his sluggish body finally feeling the extreme cold and snow, shivering, his snot freezing as it flowed from his nose.

"Hey, who are you people? What are you doing here? And what's with the fire at the Daimon house?"

The policeman shook Kogoro Mouri forcefully, and as they got closer, he noticed a strong smell of alcohol emanating from the man.

The others woke up one after another after being shouted at so loudly.

Xiao Lan looked around at the torches and the pointing crowd, feeling completely lost.

Conan felt a pain in his forehead as soon as he opened his eyes, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it. He clearly remembered that he suddenly lost his strength and his consciousness dissipated, which must have been due to something wrong with the food he had eaten earlier.

Looking around, Conan noticed that Natsukawa was also nearby, seemingly having just woken up. This strange sight made him frown.

Anya scratched her head, stood up shivering, her teeth chattering as she found Xia Chuan's embrace and snuggled inside.

"It's so cold."

"Uncle Xia Chuan, what exactly happened?"

The pungent smell of burning flesh, combined with the stains on Natsukawa's clothes and face, made Conan seem to have figured something out.

Natsukawa ignored Conan and got up to walk over to Kogoro Mouri and the village policeman.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)