Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 901 Xia Chuan's Deduction

"They're quite vigilant."

"what did you say?"

"It's alright, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go investigate these three guests."

He had only taken a few steps when he turned back: "By the way, don't tell anyone about this for now, to avoid the real culprit finding out. I'll tell the police when they arrive tomorrow."

"Ok."

"Si Guoyi."

The manager, who was originally of ordinary appearance, suddenly became mysterious and handsome in front of the receptionist. "Understood, manager. I will keep this a secret."

"Just wait, if we can find the real culprit, we'll both get promoted and appear on TV together."

The words "on TV," "promotion," and "secrecy" resonated deeply with the receptionist. As a receptionist, a mundane job, she spent her time either at work or at home watching TV dramas. This situation immediately reminded her of many crime dramas.

"Good manager."

She tugged at her lips and gave an OK sign.

"Why a guest who has already checked out? What if he hasn't checked out yet?" came the question from Shinmei Kaori through the earpiece.

"After the explosion, the hotel conducted a search immediately. Although the search was full of loopholes, a professional killer wouldn't gamble on that possibility. Leaving when there were many people checking out would reduce the chances of being suspected. The room will also be cleaned, and any traces of the explosives will be removed by the cleaning staff."

"Another point."

Xia Chuan was never stingy in teaching his subordinates, but it could be said that how much they could learn depended entirely on their talent, and the actual practice was another matter entirely.

"He must have found those three. Knowing that he was the last assassin, regardless of the identities of the so-called 'others,' it proves that my identity and those three unlucky guys are not ordinary. It is necessary to move to a new location to ensure our safety."

"The storm is about to end. If I were him, I would find a guesthouse to stay in and wait for dawn before boarding the boat to leave."

"I see. No wonder you asked me to collect information on the guests staying at the guesthouse today."

While they were chatting, Xia Chuan had already returned to the base.

After comparing the two lists briefly, Shinmei Kaori learned the addresses of the three people.

"Two of them stayed in the same guesthouse, while the other stayed in a separate guesthouse."

Shinmei Kaori said energetically, "Boss, should we split up? With three people, splitting up will definitely be more efficient, right?"

"No need."

The speaker was Frank.

"Eh?"

Shinmei Kaori looked at Frank with a puzzled expression, only to see him smiling broadly, as if he already knew the target's identity.

Looking back at Xia Chuan, he had the same expression.

"What kind of riddle are they playing now? Their messages all seem normal to me. Is there something I haven't noticed?"

Xia Chuan, intending to make the other party an excellent agent, once again offered his analysis.

"You should know that it is easy for a person to disguise themselves, but it is quite difficult to change their body shape and height, especially to make themselves shorter."

"Look."

Frank, with perfect understanding, pulled up the hotel's surveillance footage. "Although these three people are all men, one of them is only about 1.65 meters tall, while the other two are 1.75 and 1.8 meters tall. Look at this footage now; it's the video of the 'dynamite genius' taking action. Using the elevator as a reference point, we can estimate that his height is between 1.75 and 1.8 meters. He definitely couldn't be short."

When the topic turned to shortness, Frank unconsciously pursed his lips, feeling that Shinmei Kaori was looking at him strangely, but when he turned around, he found that she wasn't.

Shinmei Kaori withdrew her strange gaze, composed herself, and like a diligent student, continued to ask questions: "Then we can rule out one of the guests from the same guesthouse. But don't we still need to investigate the other two?"

Judging from Xia Chuan and Frank's tone, it seemed that they had already confirmed the identity of this bomb genius.

"Need not."

Xia Chuan opened the tourist map on the table and circled the two guesthouses.

"I see!"

After studying it for a moment, Shinmei Kaori seemed to have found the key point and said excitedly, "Isn't it the location? The guesthouse where this guy named Takarajima Shigeo stays is close to the sea. Although He Tian Shangyu is also close to the sea, one is close to the pier for entering and leaving the island, and the other is a tourist diving pier. It must be Takarajima Shigeo, because if he was in a hurry to leave, he would definitely be closer to the pier for leaving the island."

"I didn't sit down!"

Frank looked at Shinmei Kaori with a gratified expression. In the end, Natsukawa didn't have much time to teach her; he mostly mentored her himself. Seeing her progress and growth naturally made him feel gratified.

Don't you know whose teachings are more useful?

Xia Chuan secretly grumbled to himself, but he didn't dampen Frank's enthusiasm. Frank had complained more than once that Shinmei Kaori and Shinide Tomoaki were two stupid donkeys. Now that he felt a sense of accomplishment, he probably wouldn't have so much resentment when teaching them.

The torrential rain pounded against the glass windows with a rapid drumbeat, and the gale whistled sharply under the eaves.

The moment lightning tore through the inky sky, the entire island was silhouetted by the scorching white light, creating an atmosphere of terror.

The explosion terrified many tourists, who were all waiting for dawn to break and for the clouds and rain to stop before boarding a ship to leave Poseidon Island.

But the storm showed no sign of abating; instead, it grew stronger, bending trees low and scattering rooftop antennas to who-knows-where. Thunder rumbled across the land, and window frames creaked under the weight of the storm.

Even in this torrential downpour, some people are still working diligently. Their black raincoats whistle in the wind, and two mysterious figures, completely shrouded in black raincoats, stand in the wind and rain, seemingly unaffected.

"This is it. It looks a bit dilapidated. I never expected that assassin would live here," Kaori Niina remarked.

"That's what makes it even more suspicious, isn't it?"

Xia Chuan explained with a smile, "Only guesthouses like this will still have vacancies, and not everyone is like you, with plenty of money to travel with."

"Hehe, the boss is still the best."

Tourism has gradually made the island's residents more prosperous, and the environment of the guesthouses has also improved remarkably after several rounds of upgrades.

However, this explosives genius was clearly unprepared for the coming storm. By then, he could no longer find a suitable guesthouse, and considering the location and the need to avoid attracting attention, he stayed at the guesthouse with the worst environment on the island.

The previous hotel was the best on the island, expensive but well-positioned, and those who could afford it were at least somewhat well-off. It would be hard for a normal person to accept that someone who was originally staying in such a hotel was suddenly moved to such an old and run-down place. This is actually a point that proves there is something wrong with his identity.

However, this point of proof is not very useful, and Xia Chuan has not yet mentioned it.

The guesthouse is a U-shaped Japanese-style building with a courtyard in the middle. Cherry trees stand there, the courtyard is paved with pebbles, and there is a small lake with artificial water to create a winding, picturesque atmosphere.

However, in this weather, all that remains are the pebbles on the ground; even the cherry blossom trees are broken and their roots are exposed.

The small guesthouse can't accommodate many guests. Of the information collected, only four guests were registered: besides the target, there were two young couples and another person who checked out. "I only know they are here, but I'm not sure about the room."

Shinmei Kaori cautiously glanced around the rooms but found nothing.

All the doors and windows were tightly closed. Through the nightlights inside the rooms, one could vaguely see that the Japanese-style doors were being held back by wooden stakes, which were meant to prevent strong winds, but now they had become a major problem for them.

To confirm the target, the door must be opened, but the wooden stakes will prevent it from opening and will inevitably make noise. There may only be one chance.

"That is indeed a problem."

Xia Chuan rubbed his chin and pulled down the brim of his raincoat to completely cover his face.

Unable to see the boss's expression, Shinmei Kaori looked even more expectant, her eyes sparkling.

"You'll find out later."

Under the unsuspecting gaze of Shinmei Kaori, Natsukawa slowly walked away.

"Ah?"

Xia Chuan walked straight to the small house on the side, and the chimney on the roof of the small house confirmed that it was the kitchen.

Since it's a guesthouse, most of the baths include a hot spring bath, so Shinmeika Hori immediately confirmed that the front of the cabin would be the kitchen, and the back would be the bathroom or hot spring bath.

"Watch well and study hard."

Following Xia Chuan into a small room, you can smell a strong scent of laundry detergent as soon as you enter. There are several washing machines on the left wall.

This time, Shinmei Kaori didn't ask any questions. She quietly watched as Natsukawa walked to the washing machine, opened each one to check inside, and then opened the bamboo basket next to it to examine its contents.

"I know the room."

Watching Xia Chuan's actions, she was stunned for a moment before finally understanding the reason.

"Oh, I see. How come I didn't realize that I could confirm my room number this way?"

"You're not familiar enough with guesthouses and hotels, but you really should learn more about these things. Whether it's a spy or an agent, they can find clues in some everyday common sense."

"That's amazing. I think if the boss didn't become a secret agent or spy, he would definitely run a successful agency."

Xia Chuan gently closed the bamboo basket, having already memorized the check-in information for the four rooms.

These bamboo baskets are for storing clothes to change into. Because of the heavy rain, they couldn't be dried in time and had to be left in the room to dry the next day.

However, this method presents a problem: how to identify the owner of the clothes without making a mistake.

Guesthouse owners usually number the bamboo baskets, with each basket corresponding to a room number.

The bamboo baskets I just opened only contained clothes for three rooms, but that was enough.

"Originally, this area should have been narrowed down to only two, but we were lucky to encounter this storm."

"With such a huge storm, one would normally change clothes, but our target is a killer from the underworld. He would be instinctively wary of everything, especially after an explosion. Even if he changed clothes, he would either keep them or discard them. Therefore, the missing one should be our target, Shigeo Takarazuka."

A thin needle suddenly pierced the door of the guesthouse named "Mei". Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was not a needle, but a medical syringe.

The slanted tip of the syringe is extremely sharp and delicate; even a highly vigilant assassin would find it difficult to notice such a small syringe in the dark.

A stream of white liquid was injected, turning into a pale white mist the moment it came into contact with the air, and quickly merging with it.

To ensure he could knock out his opponent in one go, Xia Chuan used a very high dose, taking out all the supplies he had on him.

That's right, this pale white mist is the refined product of the modified version of Yoel's cuisine.

This time, the stock has been used up and is now depleted. To collect more would mean going through another life-or-death ordeal.

Xia Chuan shivered.

"I told you this was too thin," Shinmei Kaori complained.

Underneath the raincoat was a simple black bodysuit. It's easy to catch a cold in this kind of weather, and if she hadn't been trained, she probably would have already started sneezing.

Xia Chuan did not answer, but looked down at his watch.

The four guesthouse rooms were roughly the same size and layout. Judging by the speed at which the pale white gas was spreading, Takara Chongnan should have already fallen unconscious by now.

It's pale white and odorless, completely invisible in the dark; this one's a sure thing.

After waiting for about five more minutes, Xia Chuan finally took action, violently tearing open the screen of the Japanese-style door and opening the door.

The room was completely quiet, and there was no unusual gas in the air.

Shinmei Kaori had never actually used this improved version of the mist before. She took a deep breath and then felt a sudden heaviness in her head.

"You are sick, aren't you?"

She only came to her senses when Xia Chuan's cold hand grasped her wrist.

"I was wearing a gas mask, but this extract is terrifying. And it has no smell at all. If it were on the battlefield, it would be an invincible weapon."

Xia Chuan smacked his lips, indicating his helplessness. Joel's lovingly prepared meal was a bit too heavy. He had to eat less and laugh more every now and then to collect enough to knock out an entire battlefield. Was this woman planning to kill him?

"Stand still, don't move."

Ignoring the other party's unreasonable suggestion, he walked straight to the wardrobe next to him, squatted down, and seemed to be pulling on something.

Then the wardrobe was opened, and a military green hand grenade was taken out. The buckle was tied with transparent fishing line, which ran through the room and extended to the window.

The good student secretly noted this detail down; if it weren't for Xia Chuan, she might have already stepped on it.

After doing all that, the two of them stared intently at the ship.

The Taiwanese man, Chongnan, lay slumped against the bed like a dead pig, his eyes closed and his breathing steady.

During the examination, Xia Chuan discovered a handgun under his bedding, which was being tightly gripped in his hand.

Shinmei Kaori was greatly shocked. It turned out that what Frank said was true. Real killers or spies are still vigilant even when they are sleeping.

Xia Chuan was used to it; he had done the same when carrying out missions before, holding a pistol, wearing a bulletproof vest, and keeping his body at an angle where he could be launched at any moment. This was to take responsibility for his own life.

The Taiwanese chef has done a great job, but no matter how vigilant he is, it's useless against the extracts of Yoel's cuisine.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)