Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 926: The Case of Hattori Heiji Nearly Killing Someone
After walking for a while, the three of them immediately noticed the problem.

Shuichi Akai wasn't the only one on the bus; the footprints forked here.

"You two go follow those footprints, I'll go this way."

Gin only glanced at it briefly before making his decision.

There's no time to hesitate at a time like this. Anyway, there are many of them, and with vodka and tequila together, safety is guaranteed.

Shuichi Akai's expression grew increasingly grim as he walked.

He sensed that the surrounding moisture was increasing and the ground beneath his feet was becoming soft and slippery.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the waterfall reached my ears.

However, it was too late to turn back at that point.

After walking a few hundred meters further, we indeed reached a dead end.

There was no path ahead, and below was a river of unknown depth. To the left, a waterfall cascaded down, its rushing water creating a misty spray that made the area appear shrouded in fog.

"Damn it, this is just too unlucky!?"

Shuichi Akai couldn't help but smile wryly.

What's going on lately? It feels like my luck has been getting worse ever since I met Xia Chuan. My mom went missing a few days ago, and now I've been driven to the brink of despair.

As soon as Shuichi Akai turned around, Gin appeared behind him without him even noticing.

In the pitch-black forest, the two stood in place, speechless.

After a while, Gin laughed: "Looks like your luck isn't so good. There's no way forward. Just surrender."

Gin's murderous aura seemed to drop the surrounding temperature to freezing point. Shuichi Akai silently watched him, retreating step by step until he was standing on the edge of the cliff.

"Can you tell me how you found out I was in Osaka?"

He actually wanted to ask if his mother was in the other party's hands, but he figured she probably wasn't, otherwise Gin's first words would have been to threaten him with his mother.

Based on his understanding, Gin was a man who would stop at nothing.

But it seems like I came here too.

The eldest brother doesn't talk about the second brother, so he changed the subject.

Although it was a different topic, he was still curious.

"The dead don't need to know too much."

Who is Gin?

A ruthless and taciturn mastermind, not like Conan, who insists on explaining nonsensical evidence to the other party.

Gin, gun in one hand, slowly approached.

Based on his own abilities, he believed that Shuichi Akai was no match for him.

To be honest, he would be happier if he were tortured properly before being killed.

That guy, Tequila, is really something. Not only did he bring back a sum of cash, but the news about the FBI was also true.

He hadn't had high hopes, thinking it was just an ordinary FBI outpost, but he never expected that Shuichi Akai would actually show up.

It's like buying a lottery ticket for one dollar, never expecting to win, but on the day of the draw, you happen to be watching TV and discover that your numbers have won millions.

"Rye, I've gotten a lot of scolding from the boss because of you."

Gin suddenly changed how he addressed her, as if he were expressing his frustration.

But that's true. Miyano Akemi is considered one of Gin's people, so the people she introduces are naturally considered Gin's people as well.

Although he will later carry out missions with Rum, the facts will not change.

Therefore, if there's a problem with the rye whiskey, he, as his direct supervisor, will definitely be the first to be criticized.

Karasuma Renya never suspected that Gin had any problems, but recruiting an FBI agent was definitely something to be taught a lesson.

That's why it was so difficult for Kusuda Rikumichi to become a codenamed member later on.

"That's your own problem. Look at Rum, he was discovered after only a few missions with him."

To be honest, Shuichi Akai still harbors some resentment towards Camel, who is definitely a talented individual.

They're a breath of fresh air in the FBI.

Whether the old man was a good person or a bad person, Carmel should not go.

But what's done is done, and there's nothing he can do about it.

Gin's brow twitched noticeably, but unfortunately, his silver hair covered half of his face, and because his hairstyle was messy from running, Shuichi Akai couldn't tell.

All he knew was that Gin was much stronger than before, and if he entered that state again, he would surely die if he got close.

"Gin, I'm so sorry, I don't want to die yet."

Shuichi Akai sighed deeply.

He had already glanced around out of the corner of his eye and found no other possible way to leave.

Perhaps, only by doing this can we have a glimmer of hope.
Gin seemed to sense something and immediately pulled the trigger.

However, Shuichi Akai had already opened his arms, closed his eyes, and fallen backward.

He didn't hesitate or waver at all; everything happened so suddenly that no one was prepared.

The bullet grazed his cheek, tearing off a piece of flesh, but ultimately failed to hit his head.

—Shuichi Akai jumped off a cliff.

Gin ran to the edge of the cliff, looking down at the misty water below, and could only vent his frustration by pounding the ground.

Gin was extremely upset that he hadn't managed to smash Shuichi Akai's head open with his own hands, but he couldn't possibly jump down and die with him, so he had no choice but to leave.

Meanwhile, Hattori Heiji finally arrived at the scene and saw two cars parked nearby. He immediately hid the motorcycle and then followed the dense footprints.

However, he clearly did not harbor that hatred towards the Black Organization. He was quite perceptive and continued to pay attention to his surroundings along the way to avoid being ambushed.

Finally, he heard a gunshot.

Not long after, a figure walked back from the front.

Heiji Hattori hid behind a tree and observed that Gin glanced at the ground and then left.

Looking at the other person's back and recalling the gunshot from earlier, Hattori Heiji took a breath and ultimately decided not to chase after them.

He had heard Conan talk about Gin's abilities, and Natsukawa had also mentioned them, so he didn't have any intention of following him rashly.

More than Gin, he was curious about what had happened after that shot.

Following the direction Gin had come from, Hattori Heiji finally found the edge of the cliff after about ten minutes.

He looked around and carefully examined the footprints on the ground with a flashlight, roughly building a 3D model in his mind based on the distribution and direction of the footprints.

If I'm not mistaken, someone jumped off a cliff.

He made the kind of reasoning a detective should have.

"It's strange, I feel like my reasoning speed is faster when Kudo isn't around. Every time I meet him, I feel like my brain is full of mush, and I'm always a step behind him."

Even the dark-skinned detective couldn't understand this, and in the end could only sigh and say that he wasn't feeling well.

Anyone would find it hard to focus entirely on the case if two beautiful women were surrounding them.

Come to think of it, what was I doing before?

Never mind, I've already forgotten about it.

Hattori Heiji slowly approached the cliff, preparing to stick his head out to take a look below.

"brush--"

A hand covered in scars suddenly reached up from below the cliff.

Even Hattori Heiji was startled by this scene and unconsciously picked up his phone and threw it at them.

The phone, originally used to contact Conan, suddenly hit someone's forehead that happened to be sticking out.

Shuichi Akai, through sheer willpower, climbed to the edge of the cliff. Just when he thought he was about to succeed, he poked his head out and was suddenly hit by something.

My already hazy consciousness immediately plunged into darkness, and my supporting arm went weak and powerless.

"I am Cao!"

At the last second, Heiji Hattori saw clearly the person he had hit.

Based on the photos he had seen from Conan and his own memories, he immediately confirmed that the Asian man with a dirty face and a bloodstain was Shuichi Akai! That's right, it was Shuichi Akai.

He couldn't care less about anything else at that moment. When he noticed the other person's eyes rolling upwards, he immediately pounced on them.

Just as the other person was about to fall completely, he grabbed their arm.

At that moment, he also saw a vast expanse of white below.

Falling from that height would be certain death.

Thinking this, my heart raced and my adrenaline surged.

If the other person falls, then I would be the murderer!
As a detective, I absolutely cannot allow myself to become the murderer.

Heiji Hattori mustered all his strength and finally managed to pull the unconscious Shuichi Akai up.

One person was breathing steadily, while the other was panting heavily. The two lay on the edge of the cliff, lost in silence.

Shuichi Akai was lucky; he landed on a protruding platform when he jumped, and a banyan tree growing on the cliff cushioned his fall, which saved his life. But it's hard to say about Camel.

"Hey, you fat guy up ahead, why did you stop running?" Kaito asked, panting.

Beside him, Vodka, who was almost exhausted, turned his head and looked at him, feeling as if he had been questioned.

Carmel gave a bitter smile.

Surrounded by tequila and vodka, can I still survive?

Behind him was still a forest, but the trees were much sparser and the area was very open, so continuing to run would be a complete waste of energy.

"Damn it, if there were a cliff or something, there would be a sliver of hope, but there's really no other way."

Carmel felt bitter.

The so-called cliff waterfall is reserved for important people, and it's clear that someone like him, who only has talent in driving, hasn't received the favor of Ke Xue's will.

"Don't come here!"

His heart was beating over 150 beats per minute, and his body was extremely exhausted, but Carmel knew that if he put down his pistol, he wouldn't even have the right to choose death.

Shuichi once said that Gin's methods of interrogating prisoners are absolutely world-class. If you were caught by him, being skinned alive and having your tendons pulled out would be considered lenient; you might suffer pains even more terrifying than death.

"Don't come any closer. I've already notified my colleagues, and they're closing in on this place."

Carmel's threat was utterly ineffective, at least in Kaito's mind.

As for vodka, he was tempted to shoot.

The other driver's driving skills are indeed excellent, but such excellent driving skills should not fall into the hands of the FBI.

so.
"boom!"

The birds and beasts in the forest were startled, and the birds spread their wings and fled the forest.

"what--"

Carmel turned pale and lowered his head to hug his knees, which were already half-kneeling.

The shot just now hit his knee.

His meniscus is probably shattered. His most prized driving skills will likely be unusable in the future, unless someone develops a way to use the clutch by hand.

"Vodka, what are you doing?"

Kaito didn't want to kill anyone, and even planned to give the other party a chance to escape, but Vodka's sudden shot sealed Camel's fate.

If the bullet hits the meniscus accurately, are you supposed to jump away to escape?
“I’m just preventing him from escaping, what’s the problem?” Vodka shrugged nonchalantly. “This is the safest way.”

"Okay, you're right." Kaito had nothing to say.

"Hmph, do you think you can make me submit like this?"

Suddenly, Carmel's voice reached their ears.

The student with his ear close to his head suddenly raised his head, his hair obscuring his view.

From the shrugging shoulders, it was impossible to tell whether they were laughing or trembling from pain.

"You guys are underestimating us FBI agents, aren't you?"

Carmel was furious. These two men completely disregarded him, as if he had already fallen into their hands.

This is intolerable, absolutely intolerable.

He immediately pulled out his pistol and started shooting.

Although I can't run, my hands are still fine.

There were also two pistols, which were good stuff.

Carmel fired without hesitation, disregarding his own safety.

Vodka and Kaito quickly hid behind trees to avoid the bullets.

Kaito's words made Vodka hesitant to act. He was determined to take the prisoner alive, and if his boss failed to capture Shuichi Akai, this man would be the best breakthrough.

Carmel's eyes were filled with madness as he fired bullets one after another.

But he wasn't completely insane; at least he knew to fire while retreating.

"We can't let him escape."

Vodka spoke fiercely, making up his mind.

Just as he was about to fire, Kaito quickly pressed his hand down to stop.

"Tequila, what are you doing? Are you trying to let him escape?"

Vodka glared angrily at Tequila, suspecting that the other was planning to steal his credit.

"Think about your marksmanship. What if you accidentally kill someone at this distance?"

Vodka was stunned. He compared his driving skills with his marksmanship and nodded unconsciously.

Kaito breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, Vodka had put all his skill points into driving and lacked confidence in his marksmanship.

However, just as he was beginning to feel a sense of smug satisfaction, he heard a peculiar gunshot!

"That gunshot"

Kaito's expression changed drastically, and he turned to look in the direction of the sound.

If I remember correctly, this gunshot rang out again about ten minutes ago; it was from Gin's modified Colt.

Although fewer bullets are loaded and the range is shortened, the power has increased significantly.

Turning around, I saw Gin, just as I expected.

The other party had already appeared behind them without them noticing.

After firing the gun, Gin silently put it down and then lit a cigarette for himself.

I heard the FBI's gunshots.

Kaito had a bad feeling.

Look back.

really.

Carmel lay on the ground, and even in the darkness, large amounts of blood could be seen dripping down, and soon a strong smell of blood filled the air.

He was silent for a few seconds, then composed himself, flashed a vodka-like smile, and walked towards Gin.

"Big brother is truly amazing!"

Vodka chuckled and flattered Gin, but Gin paid no heed.

He turned to look at her and said, "Tequila, in that situation, shooting would have been enough. Even if we didn't get any leads, we couldn't let the FBI agents leave alive."

"Besides, Shuichi Akai is already dead."

"died?"

Upon hearing this news, the two were stunned.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)