Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 907 Was there someone else who poisoned him?
"Isn't there one too?" Inspector Megure chuckled. "I remember there was a very capable detective named Tokitsu Junya on Shikoku Island, wasn't there?"

"Tch, that guy."

Kochi Prefectural Police Inspector pursed his lips, giving a headache just thinking about that money-grubbing detective. Although he could solve cases, he was really pretentious.

Look at the detectives in Tokyo, who wouldn't like a detective who doesn't ask for money and is also polite?

"Let's not talk about that. We are so grateful to Mr. Xia Chuan for helping us solve this case."

The inspector even wanted Natsukawa to help solve the hotel case as well, but since he wasn't familiar with him, he couldn't ask for too much; solving one case was already good enough.

"Actually, it wasn't me." Natsukawa waved his hand modestly, then suddenly turned and pointed to Kogoro Mouri, who was drinking: "Mr. Mouri told me all this?"

"Huh?"×N
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then looked at Kogoro Mouri, who was drinking beer.

With the case solved, Kogoro Mouri drank heartily, and his glass of beer, which was at least 500 milliliters, was almost empty.

"what?"

Kogoro Mouri thought he hadn't heard clearly, so how did it suddenly become related to him?
"Mr. Mori, have you forgotten? You gave me the keychain just now, you must have already noticed that none of the three dead people had it, and that's why you deliberately reminded me, right?"

Xia Chuan had a look on his face that said, "I knew it all along." He continued, "You must have thought this case was too simple, which is why you handed it over to me. I guess I've lived up to your expectations now?"

"(⊙_⊙)?"

Kogoro Mouri stood there dumbfounded, his CPU seemingly unable to process what was happening. After a long pause, he realized that everyone around him, including the audience who hadn't yet left, was staring at him, and then he burst into laughter.

"Haha, not bad, Xia Chuan, you're pretty good. I thought you'd need to think for a while before you could identify the murderer, but I solved the clues I left behind while I was just buying a beer to soothe my throat."

"As expected of my good friend, it seems he has already mastered eighty percent of my skills."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Applause erupted throughout the venue; everyone was applauding for Natsukawa and Kogoro Mouri.

Shinichi Kudo's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He had forgotten how many times he had looked like this since he grew up, but whatever, he wanted to turn back into Conan. It would be so nice to be back into Conan.

"Hehehe, this is really interesting."

Kaito watched from the corner as Shinichi Kudo looked humiliated and burst out laughing. He didn't know why, but seeing someone with a face just like his own looking humiliated made him feel happy.

The applause sobered Kogoro Mori up considerably. When he saw Natsukawa raise an eyebrow at him, he realized that Natsukawa was trying to build up his reputation, and immediately gave him a grateful look.

The case was resolved, the spectators and stall owners were removed from the scene, and the victim's family members were taken to the village office on Poseidon Island to rest.

"Hey, isn't anyone going to do anything about me?"

With tears welling in his eyes, the bound manager roared bitterly, "I admit they bought their beer from me, and I didn't give them the keychains. The keychains can be sold separately! The cyanide poisoning has nothing to do with me."

"Stop struggling. You can tell the judge what you have to say later!"

Sato Miwako hated people who were already arrested but still kept their mouths shut. She thought they had no self-awareness and simply ignored them.

"It really has nothing to do with me, detectives. Detective Mori and Detective Natsukawa, if you could find me among three hundred people, then you must be able to find out who put the cyanide in, right? I'll pay you to hire me. I'll pay you 100,000 yen, no, 500,000 yen!"

Not only would Natsukawa not be interested in this price, but even Kogoro Mouri wouldn't be interested in it now.

Xia Chuan was about to return to the guesthouse with everyone when he heard this and stopped in his tracks.

It wasn't because she was moved by the murderer, but because Anya tugged at his sleeve.

“Father, he wasn’t lying.” Anya blinked her innocent big eyes, but what she said startled Xia Chuan.

Logically speaking, Anya was able to hear the other person's thoughts and confirm that the other person was lying about selling alcohol, which was enough to prove that her superpower was effective on this person.

I almost forgot about this. I asked Anya to find the murderer before, and she shouldn't have failed to discover him.

Now that this person has suddenly said this, and Anya has confirmed it, could there be some hidden story behind this?

Xia Chuan's initial goal was to confirm whether this matter was related to the assassin, but now that he discovered there was more to the story, he immediately stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?!" Joel turned around and asked curiously.

"Just wait for me."

Natsukawa waved to the group, and Shinichi Kudo quickly came to Natsukawa's side and stood together in front of the murderer.

Before Xia Chuan could ask, he couldn't wait to ask, "You say cyanide has nothing to do with you, do you have any evidence?"

Look at your pathetic, useless self! You don't want to know the truth at all; you just want to overturn my reasoning.

Xia Chuan thought to himself, but the other party was only a seventeen-year-old boy, and it was normal for him to like fame and attention. He just smiled and didn't care.

Shinichi Kudo is indeed very serious and loves to show off, but that is also the main reason why he became a famous detective.

Xia Chuan also pricked up his ears. If there really was something going on, he wondered if it was related to him. His heart, which had just been at ease, was now on edge again.

If this is Rum's doing again, then he really won't be polite when we get back to Tokyo!
"I have no idea why they got poisoned. What's wrong with just selling beer normally?"

The person in charge was on the verge of tears; this was a completely unjust mess that had fallen from the sky.

"Why do you say it's my fault? Maybe I was poisoned after I left the stall. As for the keychain, I just kept it at home because I wanted to sell it separately. How can that be evidence that I'm the murderer?"

As he spoke, a light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the person in charge.

Yes, even with the existing evidence, it can only prove that the drug was put in the beer, but it can't prove that you put it in yourself!

“Inspector Megure, that’s great. After testing, the same cyanide reaction was detected in a beer bottle at his stall, confirming that he is the murderer.”

Just as he was about to explain, a single sentence from a police officer in Kochi Prefecture blocked his escape route.

"Izumi Kentaro, what do you have to say now? Can you still say the bottle isn't yours?" Inspector Megure spoke in a low voice, looking down at a defeated opponent struggling in his death throes, his cold gaze making people shrink back.

"Impossible, impossible. I'm not the murderer, I've been framed."

Kentaro Izumi resembled a pitiful man about to fall off a cliff, clinging to the cliff face with one hand, struggling to survive.

He shook his head and swayed his body frantically, as if trying to move the crowd with his sincere body language.

Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Xia Chuan and the others with pleading eyes. "Please help me, okay? I can pay."

Now, perhaps only Natsukawa and Kogoro Mouri can save him.

Shinichi Kudo stood awkwardly to the side. Even though he was standing right next to Kentaro Izumi, the other man didn't even glance at him, as if he didn't exist. This wasn't the first time he'd felt ignored these past few days.

Suddenly, I realized that turning back into Shinichi Kudo wouldn't be very interesting. In the past, I would have been the center of attention wherever I went.

"Can't you see me?"

Kentaro Izumi glanced back at him, giving him a look that said, "Don't stop me from playing the victim."

"Alright, let's talk about it back at the station."

Inspector Kochi waved his hand impatiently. He had seen this kind of thing many times before. He just didn't want to admit it.

Someone will handle it when we get back. He also has to go back to the hotel to deal with another case, which is the real hassle since he can't find the suspect at all.

Kogoro Mouri curled his lip, clearly disdainful of the murderer's shameless attempt to play the victim. "Stop pretending. Go in and reform yourself for a few years. You'll come out as a hero in twenty years."

Upon hearing the number twenty years, Kentaro Izumi nearly fainted.

Xia Chuan remained silent and did not speak.

It wasn't just because Anya reminded them, but also because they couldn't detect any signs of lying from the other person's emotions, expressions, or actions.

"Could it really not be him?" Xia Chuan murmured to himself.

"Wait a moment."

Natsukawa spoke up to stop Officer Takagi.

"Mr. Xia Chuan, do you believe what this prisoner is saying?"

Under normal circumstances, Xia Chuan would be too lazy to think about this issue and would let them decide whether to arrest him or not. But since Anya had spoken up, things definitely had to have a satisfactory ending, and he also wanted to see if this matter was related to any assassin.

If one can be a dynamite fanatic, another poison expert is bound to follow.

“You can’t believe a murderer like that,” Inspector Megure added. “Don’t be too soft-hearted, Natsukawa. He’ll confess back at the station. He’s just looking for an excuse right now.”

Xia Chuan didn't say anything; to be honest, he was quite speechless about the police in the world of Detective Conan.

After confirming someone as a murderer, they are often released due to insufficient evidence and a lack of force. Sometimes, when faced with a truly wronged person, one can feel at ease and take strong action, almost to the point of directly convicting the person in place of the prosecutor's office.

Of course, since everyone calls each other brothers, he wouldn't say such things out loud; he could only think them to himself.

"It's alright, Inspector Megure. Give him another chance. We shouldn't wrong innocent people, nor should we let any murderer go unpunished."

"Officer Takagi, could you please bring me the bottle that tested positive for toxins?"

Officer Takagi nodded and immediately went to the forensic department.

"Eh!"

Inspector Megure's lips twitched. This Takagi hadn't even given him a chance to look at him, and he'd been trying to nod thoughtfully.

Everyone stopped in their tracks, and Sonoko, Ran, and the others began to whisper among themselves.

"What's wrong with Xia Chuan-ge today? He seems so serious."

Xiaolan shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

Makoto Kyogoku watched intently. He didn't admire Shinichi Kudo, because the latter was only brilliant intellect, lacking physical strength. Natsukawa, on the other hand, was different; not only was he extremely intelligent, but his fighting prowess was also comparable to Kyogoku's.

Therefore, Xia Chuan is better than him and deserves his respect and emulation.

Kaito casually recounted his reasoning to Aoko. As a master of facial expression management, he naturally noticed some problems, but he had no idea how to confirm whether there was another culprit.

Judging from Xia Chuan's behavior, it seems that he has found a solution.

Officer Takagi quickly brought the beer bottle.

Natsukawa turned to Izumi Kentaro and said, "What can you say about this beer bottle? It was found at your stall and it has your fingerprints on it. It's impossible that someone deliberately framed it."

"This beer bottle"

Kentaro Izumi had a look of redemption on his face as he tried hard to recall the details of the day.

The music festival only lasts one day, and these beers were only delivered to his house this morning. If there were any problems, they should have occurred during that time.

"Can I take a look?" Kentaro Izumi asked.

This time, Takagi finally looked at Inspector Megure. Seeing his superior nod, he helped Kentaro Izumi put on his gloves before handing him the beer bottle.

After watching for a while, Kentaro Izumi was overjoyed and seemed about to stand up, but was then pressed back to his knees by Miwako Sato.

He didn't show any impatience, but instead eagerly explained to Xia Chuan, "This bottle is wrong, it's different from the bottles at the music festival."

"uh-huh?"

Xia Chuan had never seen this beer bottle before. Upon hearing this, he took it and compared it with other beer bottles, only then did he realize the problem.

Natsukawa was watching, while Izumi Kentaro was explaining: "This beer is a specialty of Poseidon Island. Almost all the beer on the island is this brand, so the brand is not a problem. However, because today is a music festival, the manufacturer provided a batch of beer with the music festival logo to distinguish them. This beer bottle does not have the logo of this music festival on it."

Inspector Megure and the others also took the beer bottle to examine it, and confirmed that the pattern on it was clearly different from that of other beer bottles.

"Seriously, didn't you notice it at the beginning?" Kogoro Mouri muttered to himself.

If the police hadn't confirmed that the beer bottle was poisoned, he wouldn't have been so convinced that the other person was the murderer. Now things are a bit awkward. Fortunately, most of the audience members have left.

Inspector Megure was also speechless. He glanced at Inspector Takagi, his eyes clearly blaming the other for not properly checking the pattern.

Takagi was also helpless. Usually, finding a beer bottle is enough, so who would notice that beer bottles come in different styles?

“Regardless, the fact that this beer bottle was found at your stall proves that you did sell the poisoned beer. If we can’t find the real poisoner, you are the murderer.” Shinichi Kudo said, while watching Kentaro Izumi’s expression, trying to glean some clues from the changes in the other’s expression.

Indeed, as Kudo said, if the true source of the beer bottle cannot be found, then Izumi Kentaro can only be the murderer.

"Let me think about it, give me some time."

Kentaro Izumi was so nervous that his body was trembling. If he missed this opportunity, the murderer would undoubtedly be pinned on him, and it would be very difficult to turn the tables then.

(End of this chapter)