Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 927 Let’s cooperate

Vodka was shocked that his older brother had actually fulfilled his dream, while Kaito was completely dumbfounded.

According to the plan, the leak of information to Gin was simply to cause trouble for Shuichi Akai, but Shuichi Akai is actually dead!?
It's too sudden.

Wasn't Shuichi Akai supposed to be incredibly skilled, even more so than Conan?

Kaito's spirits plummeted.

Shuichi Akai's death was partly his doing.

But this credit goes to Tequila; for him, a high school student and part-time phantom thief, it's just a burden.

Suddenly someone dies because of you, and you feel like the sky has fallen.

"I never thought that someone like Shuichi Akai would be taken care of by my older brother."

After he finished speaking, no one responded.

Realizing his words were a bit off, Kaito quickly corrected himself, "This good news must be reported back to the organization immediately and told those wavering peripheral members."

"It would be even better if we could bring the body back."

Kaito's eyes were gleaming; perhaps Shuichi Akai wasn't dead?
Take the body back to Koizumi Akako; maybe she can be resurrected.

For the first time, he so desperately wanted Koizumi Akako's magic to be something real.

"Dead, fell off a cliff, dead beyond dead."

"Will it fall?"

Gin grunted and walked over to Camel. "Falling from that height, you'd definitely hit a protruding cliff face, and then fall into the water, with no chance of survival."

It's falling off a cliff.
A glint of light flashed in Kaito's eyes; as long as he didn't see the body, there was still a chance of survival.

He walked over to Gin, looked down at Cameron's body, and saw that the FBI agent's eyes were wide open and he was holding a pistol in both hands.

The gun barrel was still smoking, which was enough to prove the firepower just now.

The magazines on the ground are all the marks of this agent's service.

Unfortunately, no one could see this scene.

Gin didn't even look, lowered the muzzle of his gun, and fired two more shots.

The body showed no reaction; Carmel was long dead.

"Let's go, go back."

Gin felt completely relaxed, and even had a slight urge to drink.

I'll spend the night in Osaka tonight, have a good drink with vodka and tequila, and celebrate successfully removing a major threat to the organization.

Not long after Gin and the others left, a helicopter slowly hovered in the darkness.

Professor Agasa really did find a helicopter for Conan.

Conan, sitting in the back seat, had a serious expression and kept glancing at his phone.

About an hour ago, I suddenly lost contact with Hattori Heiji and I don't know what happened.

Using the coordinates the other party gave him, he found this place, but it was pitch black and there was no movement at all, making it even more difficult to find someone.

"Hey kid, there seems to be a fire over there. Is it your friend?"

The driver raised an eyebrow and pointed ahead.

"Firelight?"

After a moment's thought, Conan confirmed that the flame was Hattori Heiji.

People like Gin would never stay in an unfamiliar place for long, so there's a 90% chance they'll leave.

Heiji Hattori knew he would probably arrive around this time, and the firelight was likely meant to lure him in.

Seeing the firelight, Conan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The campfire crackled and popped as Hattori Heiji sat beside it, boiling water in an iron basin he found nearby.

Shuichi Akai was still asleep, his brows twitching slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Beside the two, there was a cold corpse.

Hattori Heiji fiddled with his amulet absentmindedly, pondering how to explain things when he got back.

My phone was a gift from Ooka Momiji. It's obviously gone now that it's fallen. I wonder what she'll think when she comes to Osaka again and finds out I've lost my phone.

She might unleash her tigress side and have Iori Muga shoot herself dead.

Thinking of this, Hattori Heiji couldn't help but shudder.

"Hattori, are you alright?"

Conan observed from the bushes for a moment, and only after confirming that Hattori Heiji was next to the campfire did he emerge.

He was about to ask what was going on when he saw the two people on the ground.

The first person he saw was Carmel, who was right at his feet.

That face was frighteningly white; the exposed skin was deathly pale. Even white people couldn't be that white.

Immediately afterwards, a small blood hole was seen on his forehead.

"died?"

Hattori Heiji nodded heavily: "When I arrived, he had already been killed."

It turned out that Hattori Heiji had only rested for a short while when he heard the continuous gunshots.

After settling Shuichi Akai in, Heiji Hattori immediately followed the sound of gunfire and discovered Camel's body.

"Damn it! It was Gin who did it, wasn't it!?"

Conan slammed his fist into the ground, tears welling in his eyes.

Another person died before his eyes.

Although he was an FBI agent and didn't seem very upright, at least it was a life.

No, there are two.

He walked slowly to Shuichi Akai.

The other person had numerous abrasions of varying severity, and their clothes were covered in stains, making it look as if they had rolled around somewhere.

"Is Shuichi Akai dead too? This guy was incredibly strong, but he still met the same fate in front of Gin?"

Conan muttered to himself, feeling dejected.

He learned from Xia Chuan and the police during the day that a total of three codenamed members had been arrested, and his uneasy heart began to stir again.

Then, Heiji Hattori's phone call added fuel to the fire.

Seeing the two corpses felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over my head; it was chilling to the bone.

"Feel sorry."

Conan knelt on the ground, while Shuichi Akai's wide-open, unseeing eyes seemed to say, "Avenge me."

"Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you. I won't let you die in vain."

Conan reached out and closed the other person's eyes.

However, just as he closed his eyes and was about to discuss Gin's whereabouts with Hattori, Conan suddenly noticed that Shuichi Akai's eyes had opened again.

She just stared at herself, her eyes seeming to speak, telling her story.

"This"

Conan blinked, checked repeatedly, and then realized what he had done. He took several steps back in surprise and plopped down on the ground.

"Shuichi Akai, your eyes are moving."

It was just a momentary lapse in composure; he quickly regained his composure.

Ghosts and monsters don't exist in this world. If it's not some kind of supernatural event, then it just means that Shuichi Akai is still alive and well.
"Hey, Hattori!"

Conan glared angrily at Hattori Heiji, feeling utterly humiliated.

"Oh dear, I didn't tell you that this guy is dead."

Shuichi Akai sat up expressionlessly, examined his injuries, and then turned his gaze to Camel.

"Is he dead?" The tone was calm and unwavering, but there seemed to be a hint of sadness in the depths of his eyes.

Another comrade-in-arms has fallen, and he was also his best driver.

Come to think of it, besides Judy, James is probably the only other person I have around me.

The other agents are different from these few. These few are considered his core team, and losing even one of them would be a blow.

“He’s dead, shot between the eyebrows, but I saw a lot of bullets next to his body.” Hattori Heiji paused for a moment before adding, “He wasn’t a coward.”

Shuichi Akai snorted coldly, whether out of arrogance or sadness, he didn't say anything more.

Conan glanced at him and said softly, "Let's go first. There's no guarantee that Gin won't send people looking for your body later."

"Kid, you're even more amazing than I thought."

Shuichi Akai reached out to touch Conan's head, but Conan dodged his hand.

He smiled, looked up, and clearly spotted the helicopter.

"Is Natsukawa here too?"

Conan paused for a moment, then pursed his lips, "No, Uncle Natsukawa is very busy."

Conan's expression was as if he liked someone, but the first thing that person did upon seeing him was to ask for another man's name.

—I'm very unhappy.

"I see. It seems difficult to cooperate with him."

Shuichi Akai masked his inner rage with calmness. He was determined to retaliate immediately for Gin's actions today!
"Why is Mr. Akai in Osaka, and how did Gin find you?"

"Because I received news that Rum has also come to Japan."

"Rum's here too?" Conan asked, feigning surprise, as if he had just heard the news.

Shuichi Akai glanced at the other person sideways. Shouldn't a normal person ask who "Rum" is?

Does this kid know a little too much about the Black Organization?

"So, the three top executives of the brewery—Gin, Vermouth, and Rum—are all here. The boss who hasn't shown up yet is very likely here too, right?"

Conan said, enunciating each word clearly.

He felt both pressure and excitement.

Shuichi Akai was taken aback, wondering what this little brat was so excited about.

Why are you still looking at me with such expectant eyes?

"Mr. Akai, let's cooperate."

"Oh?" Shuichi Akai raised his eyelids slightly; this sentence seemed to have piqued his interest.

“I know you want to cooperate with Xia Chuan, but Xia Chuan is used to working alone. We can cooperate.”

"However, you must guarantee that all your actions in Japan will prioritize the safety of Japanese citizens."

"Conan, isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Heiji Hattori raised an eyebrow.

His father was Hattori Heizo, so he was somewhat influenced by his father's background and knew that cooperating with the FBI rarely ended well.

No, to be precise, cooperating with the United States never ends well.

Crime rates remain high at almost all U.S. military outposts every year.

This situation speaks for itself.

Furthermore, Conan seems to be thinking something like asking foreign intelligence agencies to prioritize the safety of their own citizens.

Shuichi Akai gave Conan a deep look.

Based on what I just heard, I can confirm that my rescue was related to the other party.

In this situation, perhaps only he can help me.

After all, even Shuichi Akai has begun to harbor some suspicions within his own ranks.
The discovery of the Osaka base is not simple; it's very likely that there was a leak within. He doesn't intend to contact these people anymore.

"Cooperation is no problem. I agree to your conditions, after all, I am originally from Japan."

"I'll trust you one more time." Conan frowned, acting like a little adult, no longer pretending to be cute.

“Mr. Akai, you can no longer appear in public under your current identity. Perhaps you should change your appearance.”

Hattori Heiji rested his chin on his hand, as if he had thought of a good idea, and a smile appeared on his lips: "My dad knows a plastic surgeon who can help you adjust your appearance."

Shuichi Akai nodded and then shook his head. "My appearance is indeed not suitable for showing myself, but I don't need plastic surgery. I have a disguise mask, and my identity problem has been solved. Actually, all I need is a good hiding place."

"I have a good idea." Conan suddenly remembered Professor Agasa's kidnapping.

He didn't want this to happen again, so he said, "The Kudo residence is right next to Professor Agasa's house. I can talk to Kudo-nii and let you stay there temporarily, but you'll have to help look after Professor Agasa."

"After all, I don't want Professor Agasa to be held hostage by the brewery again."

"So the kidnapping of a technician that they were talking about on TV was referring to Professor Agasa."

The identity of the researchers was not mentioned on television before, and Shuichi Akai only found out about it recently.

Late at night in Tokyo.

Xia Chuan put down the phone.

"What's wrong?"

Beside him, Yor, dressed in a light pink nightgown with lifelike knitted lace embroidery on the chest, noticed that something seemed off after Xia Chuan hung up the phone.

"fine."

Natsukawa recounted Kaito's experiences.

Did Shuichi Akai fall off a cliff and die?

"Won't this affect our plans? Without Shuichi Akai, will Mary Akai be less attractive to the brewery?"

"No, immortality is Karasuma Renya's goal. He would be more excited than anyone else if he knew that someone had shrunk."

"Then what are you worried about?" Joel pursed his lips.

"It's nothing, I'm just impatient to meet Karasuma Renya."

“However,” Xia Chuan suddenly stretched with relief, “before that, we can take care of the gardener’s matter.”

"Any news about the gardener?" Joel's eyes lit up.

Having carried out so many missions for this person, I could say I've known them for over a decade, yet I've never actually met this mysterious gardener.

“By tracking him on the dark web, and using the payment methods Binga gave him and the payment methods he made to you, we have pinpointed his approximate location.”

Although Binga is dead, Arak's death is also an indisputable fact, so Joel can be considered to have successfully completed his mission.

So the commission is guaranteed.

"It's a bit strange."

"What's wrong?" Xia Chuan asked.

“In the past, gardeners would pay commissions by withdrawing the money and hiding it somewhere for me to retrieve. But this sudden use of bank transfer is unreasonable.”

"It's a little strange."

Xia Chuan also couldn't quite understand. Logically, gardeners should be very vigilant, but this mission gave him the feeling that there were loopholes everywhere.

Could it be that the gardener deliberately leaked it?

These words reminded Xia Chuan.

"I'll go there tomorrow to check things out, and everything will be clear then."

"Be careful, we don't know if it's a trap."

Joel gently stroked Xia Chuan's chest with his palm, his cheek resting against his chest, as if only in this way could he give himself a sense of security.

"No, in this world, apart from the Thorn Princess, no one can catch me."

Xia Chuan chuckled and lowered his head: "Princess Thorn not only captured my body, but also my heart."

"To be honest, I'm such a terrible spy, I was actually swayed by beauty."

Joel liked this approach and couldn't help but smile.

(End of this chapter)