Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 955 You shrunk too, didn't you?

At night, he disguised himself as Morofushi Takaaki and infiltrated the county police headquarters.

The county police headquarters had few people on duty at night, and most of them hid in their offices, so for Xia Chuan, it was practically like there was no defense at all.

Based on the information he had gathered beforehand, he quickly located the archives and obtained the police investigation files.

The information was very limited, but it ended with a red label indicating a series of murders.

After glancing at it a few times, Xia Chuan stopped paying attention.

His main purpose was to check what items the other party had taken away.

When Sakon Yusuke left, it seemed like he was carrying something in his suit trousers.

Sure enough, after looking through the record of personal belongings, there were two places marked in red.

Masaaki Okakura lost two things.

According to police confirmation, the cell phone was definitely lost, and the other item was a portable MP3 player.

According to people who knew Masaaki Okakura, he always carried an MP3 player with him.

Although I didn't see him listening to music, he always carried this thing with him.

After searching his mind for a long time, Xia Chuan finally remembered that, if he remembered correctly, the reason why this case was related to the brewery was because Okakura Masaaki was carrying information about the organization's undercover agents.

He had initially thought it was some kind of information about an undercover agent or peripheral member.

And now.

—List of trusted confidants!
It can only be this thing.

Sakon Yusuke probably took the cell phone, and the SD card inside the MP3 player definitely contained the list of names.

"Uh"

Xia Chuan rubbed his temples helplessly.

He knew about the case, but the names of the murderers were all jumbled up and he couldn't remember them at all.

All I remember is that it was related to a fire, and the murderer seemed to be a relative of the deceased.

Put everything back, walk out of the police station, and throw away the mask.

The roadside was extremely quiet; no one dared to cause trouble near the county police headquarters.

After thinking for a moment, Xia Chuan took out his phone and contacted Shinichi Tomoaki.

Although the MP3 player was most likely taken by the murderer, what if the phone that Sakon Yusuke took also contained some important data?

"What's the situation? Where is he now?"

"Uh"

Shinichiro rested his chin on his hand speechlessly, yawned, and finally had a moment to reply: "I went home, but it seems I didn't get what I wanted."

“He stopped for half an hour before going home, and I guess he probably took something from Masaaki Okakura.”

Xia Chuan hummed in agreement.

"Shall we make a move?" Shinichi asked.

"Take him back, let Frank use some methods first, and see if we can get anything out of him."

Now that Okakura Masaaki is dead, the lead on Sakon Yusuke is broken. There's no need to keep fishing for him; it's better to arrest him and question him. Who knows, there might be some unexpected gains.

Meanwhile, things get interesting with Conan.

Following Gin's instructions and with the help of Hondo Eisuke's advice, the operation began in the evening.

This time, not only Kusuda Rikudō, but Vodka also came to help.

Even if I'm not driving, I can at least hold up a handgun without any problem.

However, Sera Masumi was no pushover; just as Natsukawa could detect that someone was following her, she could too.

Then, Conan met Subaru Okiya at Sera Masumi's house.

Without further explanation, the group shared the same goal: to eliminate the members of the Black Organization.

Kogoro Mouri stayed indoors all the time, yet a gunfight still broke out in Beika Town.

Inspector Megure arrived after hearing the news and began collecting bodies along the way.

Shuichi Akai's marksmanship was indeed impressive; he managed to stop the man at the foot of the apartment building.

Then the three of them used Conan's retractable belt to go directly down to the first floor through the window.

The first attack failed, resulting in the loss of more than ten members on the perimeter.

Fortunately, Vodka spotted Conan's little trick.

"Vodka, why didn't you find out sooner? You wouldn't have let them escape."

Vodka, driving along, heard Kusuda Rikudo's accusations and turned around speechlessly. "What could I do? If I hadn't needed to pee, they might have gotten away."

He muttered to himself, "Who knows what kind of high-tech equipment they have that can be used as an elevator and carry three people at a time."

On the other side, in the Chevrolet on the run, Shuichi Akai kept turning back to look at Conan.

"Um, is there a problem? Don't look at me like that, it makes me shy."

Conan couldn't help but smile.

Although pursuers were behind him, they could not stop his smugness.

"Is this retractable belt also one of Dr. Agasa's products?"

"Ah."

"I'd like to ask him to make one for me later."

"Then let's forget about it." Conan shook his head: "Last time, Professor Agasa helped the Public Security Bureau build a security system and then got kidnapped. I'm afraid that if I make equipment for the FBI, Gin will come knocking on my door to check my water meter one day."

That's not without reason.

But what does this have to do with Shuichi Akai?
Shuichi Akai didn't say anything, but he had already decided to go back and talk to Professor Agasa about his needs.

Sera Masumi sat in the back seat, staring at Conan's big head with some surprise.

so amazing.

Are all Japanese kids this amazing?
She didn't quite believe it when she first heard about it, but now that she's seen real cases, she can't help but be skeptical.

Could this guy be just like his mom?

The adults turned into children.

For a fleeting moment, a phantom image of her father flashed through her mind.

But the thought vanished in an instant.

impossible.

After my mother shrunk, she was in the physical state of about thirteen years old.

My dad is probably about the same.

And their face shapes don't match either.

People like Conan are likely to be younger victims.

That explains why the older brother said Conan was very concerned about the winery.

Because he himself was a victim, he wanted revenge.

Once she closed the loop in her thinking, she immediately became a little wary.

The Chevrolet sped along, with vodka close behind, gunfire incessant, and tires leaving beautiful drift marks on the ground.

The rear window had been broken. Lying in the back seat, after hesitating for a long time, Sera Masumi finally couldn't help but speak up.

"You shrunk too, didn't you?"

Conan and Shuichi Akai's conversation abruptly stopped.

The gunfire behind them seemed to have stopped.

"Sera-neechan, what are you saying? I don't understand."

Conan was covered in cold sweat. He glanced at Shuichi Akai out of the corner of his eye and found that the other man was in the same state as him.

Eye contact was fleeting, followed by a brief separation.

Conan Kudo felt that half of his disguise had already been exposed.

“A five-year-old child, you know too much.”

"Hehehe, you must have heard it from Sister Xiaolan, right?"

"Hmm?" Sera Masumi raised an eyebrow, and just as she was about to straighten up, a bullet grazed past her hair.

She quickly lay down.

"What Sister Xiaolan said is all from what I saw on TV, and some of it was told to me by Uncle Maoli."

This time, Conan didn't mention Shinichi Kudo. If he did, he suspected that Sera Masumi would associate it with Shinichi Kudo's disappearance.

"I'm saying, are you going to wait until it's safe before we talk about these things?"

Shuichi Akai was a little annoyed.

They started chatting while driving, completely oblivious to the dangers.

Shuichi Akai turned to look at the road ahead, straightened up, as if searching for something. "What are you going to do?"

Conan had a bad feeling.

"If I remember correctly, the bridge ahead was under repair."

"Yes, but one-way passage is allowed."

Conan saw this news in the morning, but what's the use of it?

"You shouldn't."

Conan's expression changed drastically: "No, this could cause a chain reaction. If the cars collide, there's a good chance of an explosion."

"Casualties cannot be ignored."

"If we don't do this, we might not have much of a chance."

Shuichi Akai pointed to the display: "We're out of gas. We can only drive for another ten kilometers. This bridge across the river might be the only thing that can help us for that distance."

No, there are other ways.

As the bridge drew closer, numerous flashing red and blue warning lights could be seen on the dark road, indicating that drivers should keep to the right.

"The road narrows ahead, Vodka, speed things up!"

Kusuda Rikudo grinned maniacally, leaned half his body out of the window, and fired wildly with a submachine gun.

"What a lunatic."

Hondo Eisuke was chirping softly in the back.

"Hey kid, I heard you."

Kusuda Rikudo even had time to turn around and criticize the other party.

"Wait, they didn't change lanes. Isn't there construction going on ahead in the left lane?"

The red and blue warning lights were very conspicuous, and the streetlights illuminated the rear of the road repair vehicle ahead.

That was a huge truck! Did the driver not value his life? He just drove right into it.

One after another, the cone-shaped roadblocks were knocked away, but the Chevrolet showed no sign of slowing down; in fact, it accelerated even further.

Vodka glanced down at his performance and, wow, he was already going over 150 km/h.

At that speed, certain death is inevitable.

Hondo Eisuke also poked his head out, frowning, and pushed up his glasses, unable to understand what the other person was doing.

"Wait a moment!"

He suddenly noticed a head sticking out from the passenger seat.

That's Conan.

Conan glanced back and then seemed to throw something out.

Because of the distance and the darkness, all I could see was that there was something there, like a rope or something similar.

"Damn it, are they really planning to run someone over?!"

Vodka muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly widening.

Just as the Chevrolet was about to collide with the truck, it seemed as if something pulled it, and the front of the car lifted up.

The inertia carried the front of the vehicle upwards, and the tires landed precisely on the cargo rack of the truck in front.

Inside the car, Shuichi Akai's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he remained unusually calm, frantically turning the steering wheel.

From the outside, you'll notice that the car suddenly turns to the right front.

Then, defying convention, it drew a strange arc in the air and rushed off the bridge.

"Choo Choo Choo--"

The pungent smell of brakes filled their nostrils and mouths, but none of the three people in the car reacted.
"How can this be."

Vodka looked on in disbelief.

After driving for so many years, even if others don't know, surely he does?
How can you drive like that? Aren't you worried that Newton might come back to life?

"Look, there's a ribbon wrapped around it here."

Hondo Eisuke spotted Conan's retractable suspenders.

The other two ignored them and peered down.

The reason is no longer important; what matters is that the target fell into the river below.

"He probably won't survive, right?"

"Not necessarily, this river isn't fast."

"Let's go first." Kusuda Rikudo looked behind him with a stern face. In the distance, he could see many police cars with flashing red lights.

"Can't leave!"

Hondo Eiyuichi lowered his hand: "I don't think it's that simple. Who knows what other props they have? Let's go downstream and look for them."

"can."

Not wanting to return empty-handed, Kusuda Rikudo nodded in agreement.

Just before midnight, the GTR finally entered Tokyo territory.

"Ok?"

Although he was feeling a bit sleepy, Xia Chuan immediately perked up when he saw the flashing police lights on the bridge ahead.

"Officer Takagi, what happened?"

Upon reaching the bridge, Xia Chuan saw an acquaintance and opened the car window to ask him directly.

"Hey, Mr. Natsukawa, are you getting back to Tokyo so late?"

Takagi glanced behind him, then shook his head: "It seems to be related to Sera Masumi, but we haven't investigated the specifics yet."

"Hey, we just withdrew our defenses a few days ago and we've already been attacked. These people are really going too far."

"So arrogant?"

Xia Chuan initially adopted a laissez-faire attitude, so he didn't bother to investigate.

It would have been better not to ask, because the question itself was quite surprising.

Shuichi Akai actually killed more than a dozen peripheral members of the black club, and even performed a side throw.

Several drivers witnessed a Chevrolet inexplicably veering off the right lane and into the river.

The angle was extremely tricky.

"How is Sera Masumi doing now?"

Takagi sighed, "We just arrived not long ago and are waiting for the crane. That Chevrolet fell in; we won't know until we get it out."

If the person really wasn't in the car, who knows when they'd be able to retrieve them.

Xia Chuan shook his head inwardly; with this kind of efficiency, even a thief couldn't catch him.

"Then I'll leave first."

"Eh."

Takagi was about to call Inspector Megure over, since Mr. Mori wasn't around, and it would be great to get Mr. Natsukawa to help out.

A few days ago, I was overwhelmed by a series of murders that spanned multiple locations. Now, all three departments are short-staffed. If we can resolve this issue immediately, that would be ideal.

However, Xia Chuan didn't care about that. He was exhausted after a long day and it was time to go back to sleep.

The car sped away, giving Takagi no chance.

Just as he was about to leave the bridge, Xia Chuan glanced downstream.

It was pitch black; nothing could be seen.

But Natsukawa knew that Conan and Shuichi Akai couldn't possibly be dead after making their move; they were probably somewhere downstream. He just didn't know if Rikudo Kusuda and the others would be able to find them.

"strangeness."

Xia Chuan scratched his head, feeling vaguely uneasy.

This unease seems to be somewhat related to this case.

But it seems like it doesn't.

"never mind."

As he approached catching Karasuma Renya by the skin of his teeth, Natsukawa became less hesitant and less fixated on a single point.

That night was a sleepless one for many.

Including rum.

A few days ago, after picking someone up at the airport, he realized he might be being watched by Gin's people, and then he remained silent for the next few days.

No one knew what he wanted to do, but Gin didn't dare to take responsibility, so he didn't make a move and stayed at the base to keep watch.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)