Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 899 The Broker Ant's Unlucky Diary
"explode?"

Xia Chuan's lips twitched, a bad premonition creeping in.

"Excuse me, which room is this?"

A moment later, upon hearing the floor and room number announced by the other party, Xia Chuan sighed helplessly, his premonition was correct, it was indeed their room.

The other person also seemed extremely surprised, "That's your room?"

Upon finding the victims, the man breathed a sigh of relief: "We found three dead bodies in the room. We were initially relieved that it wasn't them, but we're relieved to see that you're all safe."

If a tenant dies, Poseidon Island's reputation as a tourist destination will definitely be affected. But if it's not a tenant, it's most likely a burglary or something similar, at most adding a label that the island is prone to theft. It's still better than a tourist dying.

"There's someone in the room, and they're dead?"

Xia Chuan was startled; this was something he hadn't expected.

Could it be Frank?

That's not right either. Frank and Shinmei Kaori are just the two of them, and why would they go to their own room for no reason? There's nothing important in there anyway.

Could there be other assassins who made a mistake while planting the bomb and blow themselves up?
Thankfully, Bond was sent to Frank's place, otherwise Anya would have been devastated.

However, it seems that Yuri's men left after disposing of the bodies; otherwise, they would have definitely taken over the scene after the explosion.

"You run very fast!"

An explosion occurred on their floor, and the hotel was full, so the group had to change their accommodations and ended up staying at a guesthouse owned by a guesthouse owner that Shinichi Kudo had met earlier that day while searching for the answer to the mystery.

Upon hearing about the explosion, the boss merely frowned slightly, unlike ordinary people who gossip about all sorts of trivial matters.

The guesthouse was not cheap, but because of the explosion, the tourism department generously covered the accommodation costs for the next few days to prevent the incident from having a negative impact.

Xia Chuan didn't care about any of that. She took a shower immediately and changed into new clothes she had bought nearby.

At this point, Frank finally got in touch with him.

Frank had only just learned about the explosion. He had been frantically trying to find a solution because Xia Chuan had gone missing, and hadn't paid any attention to what was happening at the hotel room. He only received the news when he checked in.

The series of assassination attempts greatly annoyed Xia Chuan. Although they all failed, they certainly disgusted him.

My good mood vanished completely, and I wanted nothing more than to grab that broker and give him a good beating.

That's what Xia Chuan thought, and that's what he did.

When a powerful figure is enraged, even the smallest ant will perish without a burial place.

That night.

Ant is cooking for his wife and children at home, playing upbeat music as he adds minced meat, minced onions, butter, curry sauce, chicken pieces, and macaroni to the pot.

After adding all sorts of random things, I found a bag of potato chips, crushed them, and put them in.

"A delicious dinner, just a simple baking, and now it's time to bake," he muttered to himself, his mood incredibly cheerful.

Ant's public identity is that of a Spanish stay-at-home husband. No one would guess that this broker who deals in intelligence actually has a stable address and a wife.

His wife is the owner of a small local trading company, while he is a despicable gigolo who never leaves the house, is responsible for taking the children to and from school, and provides emotional support to his wife after she gets off work.

Tonight, as usual, he picked up his wife's son from her previous marriage, who was in middle school, and cooked dinner while waiting for his wife, who was in her forties, to come home.

He was very satisfied with this kind of life. Although he was more than ten years older than his wife, he liked mature women and did not feel wronged. On the contrary, when his wife's company had problems, he would secretly help her. He had the feel of an urban dragon king.

The sound of a door opening came from outside.

“Honey, you came straight to the restaurant when you got back. The food is all ready. You were more than ten minutes late than usual.”

Ant's voice is very magnetic, and he is quite handsome, so he has always been criticized as a pretty boy.

However, only his wife knew that her husband was not simple. He had helped her a lot, and most importantly, he had great endurance.

Ant looked out of the restaurant with a smile, rubbing his hands together like flies, already rehearsing in his mind how he would hold his wife in his arms and give her a French kiss.

However, his smile quickly vanished from his face.

Instead of his wife, who still looked elegant in her professional attire, he was greeted by a group of burly European and American men in black suits and sunglasses.

He had a robust physique, a strong build, and a sharply defined facial structure.

After taking off his glasses, the sharp gaze made him realize he was doomed.

If I'm not mistaken, this is the country's National Intelligence Center, or CNI for short.

Its responsibilities include intelligence gathering, analysis and assessment, and counter-espionage activities to protect national interests and security and to address various domestic and international threats.

"Guess why we're here."

The ant did not answer; its gaze wandered, already searching for a way to escape.

Receiving no reply, the visitor remained unperturbed, shrugging helplessly and saying, "Mr. Ant, I have bad news for you. Your misdeeds have been exposed."

"I advise you not to do anything, otherwise your wife will worry."

"Oh right, and her son too. I heard you two aren't related by blood, but you have a very good relationship. You actually gave a condom to a minor for Christmas recently. That was very immature of you."

This was a clear threat; he had been thoroughly investigated.

Ant:"."

"A bit boring."

The CNI staff member muttered a complaint, then, without further ado, took away the ant and its son, a Shar Pei, a display case full of ants, and a parrot that could only say "fuck you."

There was no other way; the leadership had ordered that all living creatures be taken away.

The room was sealed off, with all six walls made of alloy that gleamed with a metallic sheen.

In the middle was a cold tiger bench, where Ant was firmly restrained. His body had multiple wounds, clearly indicating that he had already undergone a round of torture before arriving here.

A man in a black suit opened the door and walked in, startling the ants awake.

He was listless, and his gaze toward the man in the black suit was filled with hatred; all the injuries on his body were caused by the other man.

When he saw the other person come in, he thought it was the second round of torture, but to his surprise, the other person just gave him a cold look and then turned the tiger bench around.

A thin LCD TV is mounted on the wall in front of me; such a model is quite rare these days.

"What are you going to do?" the ant asked, puzzled.

The man in the black suit didn't answer, but turned on the television directly: "Sir, you have ten minutes. The monitoring will restart in ten minutes."

"Go." The television emitted a muffled electronic voice, making it clear without guessing that the other party was deliberately concealing their identity. Looking at the image on the screen, the other party's upper body appeared on the screen, their entire body shrouded in black, making it impossible to determine their gender or identity. Even their mouth and eyes were hidden, demonstrating meticulousness.

The other party is not simple; I may have gotten myself into serious trouble.

The previous inquiries from CNI were just normal questions about national security; perhaps now they are finally getting to the real issue.

The fact that the other party is aware of their identity on the dark web indicates that they are involved in a mission on the dark web.

The ant immediately began to recall all the tasks it had recently received, eliminating all the impossibilities, and the answer seemed obvious.

If we're talking about strange missions that are dangerous and could even expose one's identity, then perhaps the only one is the one I just received a few days ago.

“Mr. Ant, no, Mr. Eden Lowell, I guess you can guess why you were arrested by CNI.”

No, I can't guess.

"Oh, is it so?"

The screen flickered, revealing what appeared to be footage from a room security camera. Inside the room were his son, wife, Shar-Pei dog, a display case of ants, and a parrot.

The parrot kept saying "fuck you," while the wife comforted the terrified child, occasionally glancing up as if looking outside, her eyes filled with fear and worry.

"what are you up to!"

His throat burned with a metallic taste from the raging madness, and he slammed his fists on the tiger bench, the shackles rattling loudly as they were dragged along.

No matter how angry he was, he couldn't even touch the other person's fingertips.

"Let them go, and I'll tell you anything you want to know!"

"Don't worry, compared to a rat in a stinking ditch like you, I'm a good person. As long as you confess honestly, I will naturally let the innocent go."

"Heh, would a good person hide their true colors and not even dare to let anyone hear them?"

At a guesthouse on Poseidon Island, Xia Chuan smiled and said, "Although it's underhanded, it's indeed a good method."

"What do you mean by despicable? You should go straight to the bottom line with this kind of person. In order to get some information out of them, I sent someone to inquire. Although they are an older woman and a younger man, they are really loving."

Frank grinned slyly; this was his idea.

Everyone has weaknesses, and the ant's weakness is clearly its family.

Xia Chuan restarted the voice chat and got straight to the point: "How much do you know about the assassination mission on Neon Seagod Island?"

"So you really did do this for this matter."

"I'm asking you."

"That was a mission I received four days ago. The mission came from several wealthy people I had worked with before. They offered me a large sum of money to hire an assassin to go to Japan and kill someone named Xia Chuan."

"They were strange. They didn't give me time to investigate and only allowed me to contact familiar assassins privately. Logically, after receiving a mission, we should assess the target's capabilities, but they insisted that I hire an assassin immediately, or they would hand over the mission to other brokers."

"It's not in my nature to turn down money, and the amount they offered was really high, so I had no choice but to comply."

"So?" Xia Chuan asked again.

Ant shook his head: "Yesterday, three groups of assassins attacked together, but they failed. We haven't been able to contact them since."

"The second batch of assassins will make their move today. Two of them are a team, including a female assassin who is listed on the assassin rankings, and another person with the ID 'Dynamite Genius,' who has recently taken on several missions from me and has completed them very well."

At this point, he chuckled self-deprecatingly: "The result is obvious. I underestimated Xia Chuan, and I underestimated you all. You not only dealt with them, but you also came after me."

The ant felt incredibly bitter. It was all his fault for being so greedy. This task was suspicious from the start, and he shouldn't have accepted it. Now, not only had he gotten himself into trouble, but his family had also become prisoners.

"So you mean you're just doing things for money and have absolutely no understanding of Xia Chuan?"

Still pretending?
Ant thought to himself, but answered honestly, "No, time waits for no one. Although we've gathered some clues, they're limited. All we know is that they're investigators from the Japanese National Tax Service. But I really can't understand how a Japanese National Tax Service investigator could be involved with a European tycoon."

"But that's not something I should be thinking about. Plus, the failure of subsequent missions made me uneasy, so I've already returned part of the commission and stopped the assassinations."

"However, despite all that, I still made some money, so it wasn't a loss for me."

Xia Chuan slowly shook his head, somewhat frustrated. This was not the result he wanted to know, but he didn't think the other party was lying.

The reason he turned on the video was to observe the other person's facial expressions; at least in his view, the other person did not appear to be lying.

"Your family members will be released on bail after a while. As for you, I will verify the truth of what you said. If it is true, your family will be fine, and you will at most serve more than ten years in prison. If you are lucky, you will be recruited by CNI."

The electronic voice suddenly became colder and more somber: "If it's fake, then you should know what the consequences will be."

The screen turned off, the lights came on, but the ant's eyes were lifeless, and its back was soaked with cold sweat.

Although I don't know Xia Chuan's identity, judging from my experience, he is definitely not an investigator from the Japanese National Tax Service. He has a powerful background, perhaps even something extraordinary.

He had to tell the truth to have a chance to live, and he certainly didn't hide anything.

Frank's destination.

Xia Chuan and Frank exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

"This is a bit troublesome. Those wealthy people are very likely to suspect that you are the spy Twilight."

He scratched his tousled hair, puzzled. "Your identity has no connection with them whatsoever. Logically, there should be no possibility of it being exposed. Even if it were, they shouldn't know about it."

Frank looked at Xia Chuan, but did not give his final conclusion.

Xia Chuan nodded helplessly: "As you expected, this is most likely Rum's doing. He exposed too much at the Domoto Music Academy before."

Frank was a little reluctant to speak. If he remembered correctly, Xia Chuan had almost told Rum with absolute certainty that he was the one Rum was thinking of.

"Should we take action against these wealthy individuals?"

Frank pondered and said, "Ultimately, we'll have to find out from these wealthy people to confirm it."

"no need."

“After all, Ant is a middleman who hides his identity. If he gets caught, as long as the news is kept secret enough, Rum will most likely not know. But those wealthy people are public figures, and if they get into trouble, he will definitely notice.”

"Xia Chuan's strength lies in his skills. If his intelligence capabilities are too strong, then it's a bit too obvious that he's trying to identify himself."

Frank hadn't expected this, but Xia Chuan was just making a desperate struggle. As long as he didn't change Rum's mind, his identity would be fully confirmed sooner or later.

He shook his head and opened his mouth as if to say something.

Before he could speak, Xia Chuan added, "Is there something you've forgotten?"

(End of this chapter)