Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 698 Mount Rokushu Kendo Dojo
As evening approached, the last rays of the setting sun shone into the living room.

Gin, sitting in the base waiting for news, looked at the sunset outside the window, but his face was indescribably ugly.

Neither Baileys nor Cohen have sent bad news about the organization.

The investigations into the teahouse and Saijo Taiga have reached a stalemate.

The teahouse was still sealed off by the police. Yamakura Tae and Chiga Rin stayed at home all day and did not go out. Baileys could only watch from afar and could not even enter the other party's house, let alone investigate.

Cohen's situation wasn't much better. After keeping watch for a while, he discovered that Saijo Taiga hadn't left the house. He sneaked in to check, only to find that she was already gone.

Furthermore, Cohen also discovered a listening device in the other person's bedroom.

This situation is more complicated.

"Brother, don't be angry. Have some water and wait a bit. Maybe we'll get good news from Tequila. After all, we were the most suspicious of Mizuo Harutaro from the beginning."

Vodka, on the other hand, remained completely unfazed.

Because there was no pressure to meet performance targets, he just followed Gin around the whole time. All he had to do was drive well and take the hits when necessary.

"It's already this late. If there were any discoveries, they should have sent a message back by now."

Gin was already somewhat dissatisfied, but he patiently remained silent.

On television, the police are providing an update on the Genji Firefly gang.

This morning, a famous detective in Kansai was attacked by a mysterious person. The assailant was wearing a kendo uniform and a demon Noh mask. After the assassination attempt failed, he fled on a motorcycle.

This news actually proves that Yamakura Tae and Chiga Rin are fine, because they never left the teahouse from beginning to end.

Taiga Saijo, who secretly left home at some unknown time, seemed very suspicious. There were also listening devices in her house, and it's unclear whether the other party guessed that someone would come to her house and installed them themselves.

If not, then who is it!

Did someone discover that these people had problems before them?
It's unlikely that detectives or police officers would do this; one follows the law, and the other follows evidence, so they wouldn't.

This makes things rather intriguing!
Therefore, he immediately ordered Cohen to retreat to avoid alerting the enemy.

The situation with tequila is a bit strange; there's been no news at all, as if it has vanished.

But it's not appropriate to make a call at this time. If the investigation is still ongoing, what if my sudden call might interfere with the investigation?

Let's wait and see. If we still haven't heard from Tequila by nightfall, then something bad has probably happened!
The thought had barely crossed my mind when my phone on the table started vibrating.

This phone is the dedicated contact phone for this mission; no other calls will come in.

Seeing the phone number displayed above, Gin finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Tequila, as always, is the grand finale!
"Tequila, that's me!"

Gin spoke very quickly, clearly impatient.

Xia Chuan clearly sensed something amiss.

However, this is exactly the result he wanted to see.

He spent the entire afternoon setting up the scheme, and as soon as it ended, he immediately called Gin, worried that the other party wouldn't be able to wait and would come directly to him.

"Big brother, I've got a situation here!"

Tequila's voice carried a hint of surprise and urgency, a tone that made one instinctively straighten up and sit up to listen.

"Just as my elder brother predicted!"

Since it was hands-free, Vodka immediately offered a resounding compliment.

Unfortunately, Gin didn't respond at all and even glared at Vodka fiercely.

Vodka wisely shut up.

“Mizuo Harutaro definitely has a problem. He was taken to the hospital early this morning because he was frightened last night.”

"But by the time I got to the hospital, he had already disappeared. I checked the hospital's surveillance footage but still couldn't find him."

Gin's face darkened: "If that's the case, why didn't you report it sooner?!"

“I don’t think things are that simple. I should have notified my elder brother at noon, but then I received news that the detective investigating the case related to Genji Hotaru was attacked. I suspect that during the time the other party disappeared, they were probably attacking this detective. As for the fright last night, that was just an excuse they made up.”

"Although I can't find Mizuo Harutaro, I've decided to try my luck with the Noh troupe. After all, the Kyoto Noh troupe is named after Mizuo, and given Mizuo Harutaro's status, there's no need for him to become a member of Genji Hotaru."

"And the result?" Gin asked anxiously, "You'd better not keep me in suspense, hurry up!"

I know Tequila wants to demonstrate its investigative abilities, but is this the right time?

On the other end of the phone, Xia Chuan already had a smile on his face.

“I conducted some investigations into the Kyoto Opera Troupe and found that Mizuo Harutaro’s father, Mizuo Kenji, the head of the Kyoto Opera Troupe, had serious problems.”

“I discovered that the Mizuo family was secretly running an antiquities trafficking organization, and many of Genji Hotaru’s stolen goods were sold through them.”

"Furthermore, at the Mizuo family's house, I found a copy of 'Yoshitsune' with the name Benkei on it. Mizuo Harutaro should be Benkei, and the Kyoto Opera Troupe behind him may have been acting as a receiver of stolen goods all along."

"This time, it's very likely that for some reason, the Mizuo family father and son are planning to seize all of Genji Hotaru's artifacts, so they've set up this trap!"

This was the trap that Natsukawa set for Gin, with the aim of diverting his attention.

Of course, he wasn't making things up. The Mizuo family did indeed run a kendo dojo that dealt in antiques, just as he claimed, and they had quite a few thugs under their command, all of whom were his kendo apprentices.

"Get straight to the point. Where are the Mizuo father and son?" The investigation process is not important; Gin only wants to see the Mizuo father and son right now.

He didn't care what connections Tequila had used to obtain the information, since Tequila was from Kansai and it was perfectly normal for him to have some connections in Kyoto.

"Besides the performance troupe in the city, the Mizuo family also has a kendo dojo about two kilometers away in the western suburbs of Mount Ruoxu. This kendo dojo is their base. It seems that we can find everything we need."

"A kendo dojo?"

Gin glanced at the television and remained silent for a long time.

"Yes, Yoshiaki Daimon might be in this kendo dojo. Even if he isn't, as long as we capture Harutaro Mizuo, we should be able to find out Yoshiaki Daimon's whereabouts."

"To prevent them from escaping, I suggest we launch the operation tonight!"

"Father, some people are saying they're going to sell the Medicine Buddha to us. Is that true?"

At the Rokusuyama Kendo Dojo, Mizuo Harutaro, his body wrapped in bandages, asked curiously.

The thought of the value of Medicine Buddha made him unconsciously excited, and this excitement would aggravate his wounds, causing him to grimace.

"Ah."

Kenji Mizuo sat at the head of the hall, glanced at his disappointing son, and nodded.

Then he looked at the others.

Besides the father and son, there were several other leaders in the hall.

The group, dressed in black kendo uniforms, looked at Mizuo Kenji with expressions ranging from calm to serious.

"Big brother, this time it must be something serious."

"The Medicine Buddha hasn't always been in the hands of Genji Hotaru. Given their current situation, don't you want to..."

Kenji Mizuo nodded slightly, a cold glint in his eyes: "This time, it was Benkei who contacted me personally."

“I used to be wary of Genji Hotaru when he had eight men, but now that only Benkei is left, there’s no reason for him to pay.”

In this kind of high-stakes business, might makes right. Benkei's actions were undoubtedly suicidal. Mizuo Kenji couldn't understand it, so he summoned the organization's leaders in advance, trying to keep Benkei and Yakushi Nyorai Buddha alive.

"Speaking of which, could last night's attack have been carried out by Benkei?"

Harutaro Mizuo thought to himself with a gloomy expression.

Having just been beaten up, Benkei contacted his father, which makes it hard to say whether there's something wrong with that.

Has anything been done to me?

But that's not right either, Benkei isn't a woman.
"Father."

Kenji Mizuo raised his hand to stop Harutaro Mizuo, who was about to continue speaking: "Don't worry, since we dared to agree to his request, we've naturally made thorough preparations."

He held his arms out to the sides, looking at his subordinates with a cold smile: "Even if he has some ulterior motives, this is still our territory. We'll take it!"

Indeed, putting aside the difference in numbers, the fact that the other party walked right into their kendo dojo to make a deal already put them in a dead end.

As night fell, bonfires were lit one by one.

There were quite a few people inside the kendo hall, all of them carefully adjusting their stance and sharpening their swords in anticipation of the upcoming Benkei competition.

The mountain road was rugged and bumpy, and the occasional metallic scraping sound could be heard.

As a classic car, the Porsche 356a is inherently underpowered, climbing hills as slowly as a tortoise. In addition, its suspension is too good, causing the chassis to rub against the ground frequently.

Gin felt a pang of heartache. He should have installed a chassis armor. Now, having worn his way to the kendo dojo, he didn't know if the chassis would be damaged.

"How much longer!"

The car window rolled down, and Gin glared angrily at Tequila, who was riding a motorcycle.

Xia Chuan was secretly overjoyed, but on the surface he had to pretend to be very distressed and said confidently, "It's almost there, it should be halfway up the mountain, just two more laps."

“I told them that there were precious cultural relics being traded today. People who do this kind of business are very greedy. They won’t run away, so please don’t worry, brother.”

Gin silently closed the car window, reminding Vodka to avoid bumping into things while driving.

About half an hour later, the Porsche 356a finally arrived near the kendo dojo.

Surrounded by deep forests, the only kendo dojo is like a secluded paradise, sure to ignite the desire to explore if an unsuspecting tourist happens to pass by.

"Big brother, when we go inside, you must remain silent the entire time. Cohen and Baileys are already lying in ambush around here, and Bourbon is providing support down the mountain. This time, we will definitely wipe out the Mizuo family in one fell swoop!"

"it is good."

Gin nodded slightly, then lit a cigarette for himself.

The two stood behind Xia Chuan and swaggered to the door.

The wooden doors of the kendo hall were open, revealing a spacious plaza inside, illuminated by rows of fireplaces.

Every five meters or so, there was a member wearing a Noh mask and holding a samurai sword guarding the area.

This kind of posture naturally gives people a sense of oppression.

Unfortunately, they encountered Xia Chuan and his two companions, none of whom were simple characters, and they could only offer a disdainful smile.

(End of this chapter)