Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 663 Finding a needle in a haystack
The physical exhaustion and the cold wind and snow already made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and Xia Chuan's words made him fall into deep thought.

Should I confess everything?
Yoshiro Daimon had given up hope of surviving, but death always has to be quick and painless. If he didn't tell, today was the best proof of what kind of torment he would suffer next.

The interrogation room was brightly lit, and the interrogation chair looked like ancient, cold iron.

Yoshiro Daimon sat as if on pins and needles, his eyes bloodshot, his fists clenched, and every nerve in his body tense.

If Xia Chuan appeared in front of him, he could definitely unleash twice the power and utterly destroy him.

Leaving aside the possibility of this fantasy coming true, he simply doesn't have the opportunity.

My wrists were frozen red from the lock, and I couldn't move my hands or feet at all. My body was itchy, but I couldn't touch it.

"You have ten minutes to think it over. After that, I will come back to ask you again in twenty-four hours."

"I hope you can make it through those 24 hours."

Time ticked by, and a ten-minute countdown began to play from the speaker.

As time went on, Yoshiaki Daimon's body trembled more and more violently.

"What do you want to know? Ask away!"

Yoshiaki Daimon completely broke down, tilting his head back, closing his eyes, and gasping for breath. "I'll tell you everything I know, just stop torturing me!"

It is clear that Yoshiro Daimon is a smart man with a deep understanding of his own situation.

However, what he felt most pressured was the pressure from Xia Chuan over the past two days. From the moment he pierced the palm, Xia Chuan was like a demon from hell, using countless methods to torture people, each time causing Daimon Ryosuke unbearable pain.

The key point is that Xia Chuan always paid close attention to the degree of this, stopping each time just when Xia Chuan was on the verge of fainting and collapsing.

"You should know their strongholds or bases. I don't believe that an ordinary peripheral member would feel comfortable letting you have so much gold."

"call"

Yoshiaki Daimon exhaled a long breath and replied wearily, "Yes, I am not as simple as I initially claimed. The man in black who recruited me is my master."

"master?"

Xia Chuan murmured to himself, suddenly remembering Rum's origins.

If I remember correctly, the code name Rum was something he inherited from his father.

If Yoshiro Daimon's mentor was also a codename member, then was Yoshiro Daimon being trained as the next generation of codename members?
What is your master's code name?

“Glanwitt”.

"Hmm? Another whiskey?"

Speaking of whisky, he knew that the three members whose names ended with whisky were all undercover agents, including his mentor, Yoshiro Daimon.
How old is your master?

"He must be over sixty years old. He hardly appears in the public eye now, and he has been living in seclusion behind the scenes for decades, doing some logistical work for the organization."

"And her appearance?"

Yoshiaki Daimon shook his head slightly: "Even I have never seen Granwitt's true face. I only know that he is about 1.75 meters tall, like me, and is a bit overweight. He once told me that the most important thing in this line of work is to hide one's identity, and also told me that after he retires, he will introduce me to a disguise expert."

Is it Vermouth?

Xia Chuan and Frank exchanged a glance, clearly having the same idea.

However, judging from what Yoshiaki Daimon said, Granwitt doesn't seem to be an unknown figure; he might have some fame in society, which is why he needs to disguise himself to hide his true appearance. But that's still too broad a range.

He's famous, but his industry is unclear. He's over sixty years old. Even in Japan, this is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Do you know Gin?

Xia Chuan changed the subject.

Yoshiaki Daimon paused, opened his eyes and looked at the one-way mirror reflecting his image. He knew that Natsukawa was watching him from the other side of the mirror.

"Who exactly are you? Why do you even know the name Gin?"

Even now, Yoshiaki Daimon still hasn't seen Natsukawa's true face, and naturally can't tell from her voice that Natsukawa is the one that Karasuma Renya hates.

A surge of electricity coursed through Da Menliang's body, coming and going quickly.

Natsukawa knew that Yoshiaki Daimon wasn't as resistant to stimulation as he thought, so he didn't keep the current on for too long.

"Now it's my turn to ask you a question, so answer properly."

Yoshiaki Daimon straightened his position and began to explain: "I have never met Gin. I have only heard of him a few times from Granwitt. I only know that he is a codenamed member of an organization who will do anything to achieve his goals. His ferocity is so great that even Granwitt is afraid of him. However, Granwitt is different from them. Most of the time, he does not act in the name of the organization. Apart from my master, I have never met any other codenamed members in the organization."

“We don’t have a fixed base. Each time, my mentor and I communicate one-on-one. He will tell me where to meet, and we usually exchange some information.”

Xia Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he pressed on, "Can you still contact him now?"

Yoshiaki Daimon shook his head, seemingly worried that Natsukawa would continue to torment him. He then explained, "Although Granwitt trusts me a lot, he doesn't tell me everything, including this operation. Logically speaking, he should have contacted me after robbing the gold, but he didn't contact me again until the day I met you guys."

He seemed to have thought of something and added, "Actually, it seems that Granwitt has run into some problems recently. He only gave me the instructions for this operation in a hurry, and then he disappeared as if he had vanished. There were many details that I didn't have time to ask about."

"I remember he had said before that after this operation was over, he could recommend me to meet that person and then replace him as an intelligence agent under that person."

Yoshiro Daimon shook his head with a wry smile. Perhaps it was because the plan was running a bit sluggish that it was discovered by Kogoro Mouri's assistant.

Xia Chuan thought to himself, "What a pity."

He had actually been prepared for this, but when Yoshiro Daimon said it, it still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

However, the other party's actions were not out of caution; it seemed that something was wrong with them.

"A chubby man in his sixties, about 1.75 meters tall, with health problems, and a certain degree of public recognition."

"It seems like finding Granwitt is impossible now; this clue is simply not enough to find him," Frank said, sounding somewhat discouraged.

Xia Chuan shook his head and continued to ask, "Where did you meet before? Draw a circle around that area for me."

Frank handed a map of Tokyo to Yoshiro Daimon.

The reason it was a Tokyo map instead of a neon map was because Natsukawa discovered that the ritual group that Daimon Yoshiro belonged to almost exclusively operated within the Tokyo area, and conversely, Granwitt should have done the same.

With trembling hands, Yoshiaki raised his left hand to write, but his right hand was too weak to lift at all due to the gunshot wound.

He thought carefully and answered meticulously, fearing that Xia Chuan would once again transform into a lightning demon.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)