Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 941 The Problematic Person

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Rapid footsteps.

They didn't even have time to change their shoes; they came out of the living room in their slippers.

“Miss Joel, what are you doing? There’s a legend about that window that’s associated with demons. The homeowners died because of it.”

"Do you two, husband and wife, intend to repeat the same mistakes?"

Jun Seino was extremely nervous: "Come down quickly, climbing the ladder is too dangerous."

Joel had reached the edge of the window and said, looking down, "I can reach it now."

"No, what if there really are terrifying eyes inside the window? Besides, the window is sealed shut and can't be opened!"

"You ask them."

Jun turned around and found the other three people were strangely silent, looking up as if they were expecting something.

Wait a minute, weren't you all just opposing this?

"Zhenye, don't you want to know if this legend is true or false?"

Tiantang Chunyou said, "Everyone is very interested in whether the window can be opened, since Miss Joel has already reached this level."

Jun Seino remained silent; at this point, all she could do was watch.

You can't exactly shake someone off in front of everyone, can you?
Joel's outstretched hand captivated everyone's attention, and when it was placed on the window, the sound of everyone swallowing hard could be heard.

"crunch~"

"It's open."

"How can this be!?"

The window was opened easily.

In fact, Joel used a lot of force, but he didn't expect that the thing only had one window latch. With a simple pull, the latch came off and the window opened.

Inside, there was nothing at all, only a strange, rotten smell.

"We're not dreaming, are we? And it seems like there are no eyes looking out from inside." Morinaka Rinko exclaimed.

"Strange, it looks so dark inside from this angle. I remember that bedroom had decent lighting!" Aomoto Yoji murmured softly.

Joel peered inside curiously.

"is that OK?"

Xia Chuan asked from below.

"It's alright, but there's another space here, which doesn't seem to be the room we saw before."

"Huh?" Everyone exclaimed in unison.

Joel didn't say anything and climbed straight in.

The others waited nervously, like patients waiting for a doctor's verdict outside a consultation room, filled with a certain expectation.

After a while, Joel's voice came from behind them.

"Inside is a secret room with a hidden door that leads directly down to the maid's room."

Joel frowned and looked down at the window. "If I'm not mistaken, the window we see in the room is probably fake."

The six of them went together to the original owner's room.

Xia Chuan looked around the room and knocked on the wall, but heard no empty sound.

The escape room is of good quality.

"Do me a favor."

"it is good."

With Joel's help, moving the bookshelf next to the window was a breeze.

Only after the window was moved open did everyone realize the problem.

There are six windows on this wall. When the bookshelf is there, the windows look normal and there is no problem.

After the bookshelf was moved, the spacing between the six windows became noticeably strange.

The fifth and sixth ones are too close together.

After opening the fifth window, you'll find that the distance to the sixth window is different from what you see from inside.

There is a certain sense of distance visually.

"This window must be fake."

Xia Chuan made this judgment.

The four members of the band were so surprised that they were speechless.

I never expected that windows would have this kind of problem.

It's normal that they didn't notice, since such things are considered unlucky, and none of them are particularly daring.

Besides, a normal person wouldn't choose to climb the stairs from the outside to deliberately test whether the window can be opened, right?
Speaking of this graceful woman with dark red eyes and long black hair, she is truly incredibly bold.

As for her husband, Mr. Xia Chuan
All I can say is that his heart is too big.

A normal person would be worried if they saw their wife climbing high, but he just looked completely unfazed.

After a long while, Morinaka Rinko finally couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you people?"

"Could he be a detective?" Jun's eyes flickered.

"Not really."

Just as Joel was about to explain his identity as a police officer, Xia Chuan took over the conversation, displaying his advanced skill in making things up:
"Actually, we're both Sherlock Holmes fans, and that's how we met." He scratched his head sheepishly. "So when we heard the legend, we couldn't help but go and find out for ourselves."

The band members accepted this explanation.

It could be explained by curiosity.

"It seems that something else must have happened here back then. The deaths of the homeowner and his wife were probably not that simple."

Xia Chuan changed the subject with an excuse, "According to the description of the secret passage by Joel, it should have been built three years ago during renovations."

Why did he do that?

"It shouldn't be hard to guess, right?" Xia Chuan said meaningfully.

The four members of the band fell silent; it seemed to be a case of—murder of a wife.

The reason is unclear, but it should be correct.

The homeowner's wife hanged herself in her room years ago, but because the room was locked, it could only be determined to be suicide.

But now that they found the secret passage, they couldn't help but wonder if there was something similar in the room where his wife had hanged herself.

"Should we call the police now?" Joel asked, casting a consultative glance his way.

Xia Chuan didn't want her to reveal her identity, and he didn't know why, so he asked her in this veiled way.

“Why call the police? It’s been so long, don’t you agree?” Jun shrugged. “Besides, it has nothing to do with us. We’d rather focus on writing songs than waste this time.”

The other three nodded.

My purpose in coming here is to write songs, and calling the police will undoubtedly disrupt their rhythm.

Even if we were to expose this, we would have to wait until they wanted to sell the house.

Although it's a murder case, murder is better than ghosts. At least the house price can be raised, and who knows, we might even make a profit in the end.

"Well, there's no need to call the police for now."

Xia Chuan glanced inside and said, "This space seems quite large, but it's very dirty and unlucky. We'd better not go in."

“That makes sense,” Jun nodded. The others, of course, didn’t frown at this. Instead, because the ghost story might be fake, they felt even more relaxed, as if their thoughts were flowing freely.

Morinaka Wheel left immediately.

She was in charge of the orchestra's arrangement, and when she collected this material, she seemed to have a good melodic idea in mind.

Rinko Morinaka walked very fast, and Jun Tendo quickly explained, "That's just how Rinko is. He speaks very directly, so he can easily offend people in some ways. Please don't take it to heart."

"Yeah, come to think of it, she's scolded me quite a bit." Aomoto Yoji laughed self-deprecatingly.

Xia Chuan said it was alright, and the group returned to the living room.

In the afternoon, Xia Chuan frequently looked out the window, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he did not find anyone else coming by evening.

It looks like Conan probably won't be making an appearance.

That makes sense, though. It seems Kogoro Mouri has been hired by a wealthy man to follow his wife. Ran probably won't be going out for the next couple of days because of Sera Masumi's situation.

Where can Conan go by himself?
"By the way, Mr. Natsukawa, what do you do for a living? You seem to know a lot about music," Jun suddenly asked.

"Well," Xia Chuan glanced at Joel, his eyes filled with genuine affection, "Actually, I didn't know how to do it before, but because a marriage proposal required music, I specifically sought out someone from the Domoto Music Academy to study, so I know a little about it."

"Of course, these are just basic things, and they can't compare to what professionals like you are. Just don't say I'm talking nonsense."

"how come."

After observing for most of the day, Natsukawa discovered that Jun Makino seemed to have some problems.

From the beginning, I didn't want them to open that window and find out their identities, and I also didn't want anyone to go into the secret room.

"How about I cook for them tonight?"

"Huh?" Joel paused for a moment, seemingly not having heard clearly, pointed to himself, and looked puzzled.

Xia Chuan nodded, and while the others were discussing music, he whispered:
"Let them try your cooking, and hopefully it will distract me. I'm planning to check out the secret room."

Xia Chuan suspected that the secret room wasn't just this one compartment; there might be more below it.

After all, villas usually have basements, but he had just walked around the first floor and did not find any basement.

During the renovation, the basement was likely converted into a secret room, and the passageway was probably located below that secret room, which was the maid's room.

"OK then."

Joel nodded confidently. "If it gets fried, it's not a big problem. They just had a few guests at my house a few days ago."

She has remembered that failure.

Doing it again wouldn't be a big problem.

This is a good opportunity to test whether the frying was caused by my poor control of the amount of oil.

Xia Chuan didn't care what Joel was thinking; as an assassin, fulfilling the requirements was the most basic thing.

As dusk settled and it was almost time to cook, Jun Makino stepped forward again as expected.

"That's strange, Zhenye. What's wrong with you today? Are you even taking care of dinner?"

The other two were thrilled. With a skilled cook, they not only saved themselves trouble but also got to enjoy delicious food. They were extremely happy.

"Aren't you happy that I'm cooking?" Zhenye said with a smile.

"I'll go help," Joel said, standing up as well.

“How can that be!” Junya Makino waved her hand dismissively. “It’s extremely impolite to have a guest cook.”

“But Xia Chuan and I ate lunch for free, so we can’t let you do dinner all by yourself.”

"Yes, you're being so polite, then we'd feel bad staying any longer and might have to leave soon!"

Upon hearing Natsukawa's words, Jun immediately changed his tune and nodded in agreement.

Xia Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the two leave.

As expected, Jun Seino has a problem, and now he doesn't want them to leave!

The excuse that they couldn't see the road at night was just a pretext. The fact that they were able to drive here clearly meant they had other routes up the mountain. If the other two people were willing, they could take them down the mountain.

Therefore, she deliberately left herself and the others behind.

What is the purpose?

Could it have something to do with the locked room?

Xia Chuan suppressed this doubt for the time being.

"It's getting late, I'm going back to my room to take a shower," said Yoji Aomoto.

"Yeah, I should probably take a shower too. I was really scared this afternoon."

“Mr. Natsukawa, there is a room available on the second floor. Zhenye has already put your luggage there. You can also take a shower in the room.”

"Okay, thank you so much."

"Not at all, we should be thanking you. You gave us a lot of ideas this afternoon. We feel that the lyrics this time are much more infectious than before, and we believe they will resonate with music fans."

“Yes!” Yoji Aomoto chuckled. “As long as Wheel can write out the sheet music, then there’s no major problem.”

Tendo Jun seemed to have overheard something, glared at him, greeted Natsukawa with a smile, and then left.

Soon, Xia Chuan was the only one left in the living room.

Xia Chuan went back to his room first.

When Jun helped them put their luggage in the room earlier, I wondered if she had tampered with it or not, so I checked first.

This villa is quite large; even if the master bedroom with its windows sealed off isn't used, the other rooms are still enough for them to live in.

Xia Chuan's room was at the end of the corridor, the last one.

The door opened, and there was no smell coming out, so it seemed that the band members had hired a cleaning lady before they moved in.

Xia Chuan carefully inspected the suitcase and then found traces of wire friction in the forced lock hole of the combination lock.

The suitcases they used this time were just ordinary stuff. The so-called combination locks could actually be opened with the initial combination by simply piercing the lock hole with a sharp object.

Doing this will not affect the original password.

The suitcase contained nothing of value. The greatest strengths of Xia Chuan and Yue Er lay in their intellect and physical prowess.

As for firearms, Xia Chuan hid them in the forest outside.

So Jun probably didn't find anything.

A listening device?

Upon closer inspection of the inside, a tiny button was quickly discovered that was different from the other buttons.

Xia Chuan didn't make a sound, closed the suitcase again, and then went to the window.

For spies, circumventing internet censorship is commonplace.

Using the belt modified by Professor Agasa, pressing the button in the middle makes the belt immediately soften, turning it into Conan's retractable suspenders.

They descended from the second floor to the first floor using a sling, then climbed up the tool ladder that hadn't been removed yet, squeezed through the window, and entered the secret room.

The movements were fluid and took less than thirty seconds, giving no one a chance to notice.

The secret room was cramped, about the width of a corridor, maybe a meter or so. Xia Chuan didn't know what purpose the previous owner had put it there for.

But none of that matters; all we need to know is that there's a hidden door leading downwards.

To be honest, this hidden door is a bit strange.

If you look up from the secret room of the nanny's room below, it's hard to see the hidden door, and there's no passage down there either.

The hidden door on the second floor seemed to have been deliberately concealed.

Since both the homeowner and the person in question were deceased, and no concrete evidence could be obtained, Xia Chuan could only make a mental note of it for now.

(End of this chapter)