Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 962 A visit
It turned out to be the case.

On the surface, Xia Chuan Ge didn't care about the civilians next door, but in reality, he had already figured out what the two codenamed members were thinking.

Yes.

I was just too anxious.

The people at the distillery couldn't possibly be that impulsive.

Conan was just flustered by his concern; once he calmed down, he immediately regained his composure.

Because he is a painter, Shindo Kei either goes out to find scenery or paints at home.

A week ago, she had just scouted out the scenery, captured it with her camera, and kept her thoughts in mind before immersing herself in painting.

The incident two years ago was a huge blow to her, but she cherishes the chance to survive and even started creating new paintings because of it.

The Heartfire Elevator in front of her now is her latest inspiration, a work combining events from two years ago with the state of mind brought about by the wilderness. She believes it can serve as a representative work for the exhibition.

Therefore, she has not left the house for a week.

The kitchen was piled high with garbage bags, and all the food, from the initial cooking to the final product, consisted of fast food.

But none of that matters. What matters is that she is about to enter the ranks of high-end artists because of this!

Cover the painting with a cloth.

Take a shower, eat, and then lie down in bed.

She closed her eyes eagerly, anticipating tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I'll add the last few strokes, and the painting will be complete.

She also wants to use the art exhibition to express to the world the fragility and courage of life under fire.

That's right, it's Nanako Honjo.

This is a person worthy of praise.

If she hadn't taken the initiative to get off the elevator, the overloaded elevator wouldn't have been able to close the doors, and they would all have died in the long run.

As a result, while everyone else remained silent, the girl stood up.

Smiling, I let them come downstairs.

That takes a lot of courage.

"Ding dong."

Shindo Kei frowned and looked at the phone that had made the sound.

I had already told my friends beforehand not to contact me during this period.

She picked up the phone.

It was a text message from an unknown number.

Out of human curiosity, she opened it and took a look.

[I'm Nanako Honjo's family. There's something I want to talk to you about. Are you home?]

Shindo-kei checked the time.

12:30 a.m.

Visiting at this time is a bit unusual.

Is Nanako Honjo's relative her brother or her boyfriend?

Shindo Kei wanted to refuse, but the name Honjo Nanako made it impossible for her to type out the words of refusal.

Just then, another text message arrived.

I know you're at home, finishing up your artwork with Nanako in mind. I wanted to talk to you about Nanako. We also hope that more people will know about her story, and that everyone will know what a strong girl she was.

The text message made Shindo Keigo make up his mind.

【I'm at home.】

Okay, I just arrived in Ayase City. It's nearby, I'll be right there.

Putting down his phone, Shindo Kei felt the timing was unreasonable, but he could understand that the other party had lost a loved one.

What's more, it concerns me personally?
Prepare three cups, boil water, and Xintang Jing sits in the living room waiting.

Because she just saw that the other party referred to themselves as "we," it must be Honjou Nanako's brother Honjou Kazuki and her boyfriend Mizutani Kosuke.

"Ding dong~"

"coming."

Shindo Kei didn't rush to open the door. He first looked through the peephole to confirm that he had seen Nanako Honjo at her funeral before opening the door.

"You're Nanako's brother, right?"

As a painter, one needs to remember many inspirations and insights, so Shindo Keigo has an excellent memory. The tall, somewhat square-faced man in front of him is Honjo Nanako's older brother.

Speaking of which, when I sent her flowers on the last anniversary of her death, I also saw that Honjou Kazuki was wearing a black suit.

"May I go in and talk?" Ben asked.

“Okay.” Shindo Kei wasn’t worried about anything. He had talked to Honjou Kazuki before, and he was a good person.

Shindo Kei led the way, saying, "I'm sorry, I've been working on my paintings lately, and my home is my studio, so I haven't cleaned it much. My apologies."

Honjou and Shu followed behind, their faces expressionless as they watched the woman's back, a cold, sinister smile playing on their lips.

"It's ok."

Shindo Kei suddenly felt a cool breeze on his back, and the voices of Honjo and Itsuki were coming from right next to his ear.

This distance is extremely impolite.

She was naturally startled.

Turning around, half of my soul seemed to fly away.

The person in his eyes was a good person, holding up a dark, walkie-talkie-like object.

There were even electric arcs coming from the top of this thing.

As a woman with good looks, she also had this.

Not only that, but it also comes with pepper spray and a self-defense dagger.

These two, along with the stun gun, are the three major self-defense weapons for Japanese women.

"what!"

A scream rang out and then quickly stopped.

Just then, the door burst open with a loud bang.

Just as Honjou and Itsuki put down the stun gun, they heard the sound of someone breaking down the door, which startled them so much that they sat down on Shindo Kei.

The frail Shindo Keigo was jolted awake when a man weighing nearly 160 pounds sat on her.

After regaining his senses, Ben Shang and Shu grabbed the stun gun and gave him another stun gun.

Shindo Kyou lay down again.

Honjou and Shu stood up in a panic, gripping their stun guns tightly and looking outside warily.

Kusuda Rikumichi and Ireland walked in.

Kusuda Rikudo was somewhat thin, with medium-length hair and unkempt stubble, making him look like a street thug.

Ireland had a sinister look, and his square shoulders and tall stature inspired fear. He was also missing a few fingers, making him look even more like a yakuza member than Kusuda Rikudo.

The two stood at the door of Shindo Jing's house, like cheetahs eyeing wild dogs.

"It's you!?"

Kusuda Rikudō had seen the photos of Honjo and Itsuki beforehand and recognized them easily.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill her!"

In Ben and Shu's eyes, the two must be police officers.

Was I still discovered?
His eyes flashed with ferocity as he tightened his grip on the unconscious hostage. "Let me leave, or she's dead!"

Kusuda Rikudo and Ireland exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with laughter.

"Then why don't you do it?"

The clattering footsteps accompanied the two as they approached, putting even more psychological pressure on Ben and Shu.

Shindo Kei wanted to kill him, but he also didn't want to be captured.

However, the two policemen looked fierce and paid no attention to Shindo Jing.

Any normal police officer would have stopped long ago if they saw him taking hostages.

Did I waste all the time I watched TV?

Or are these two corrupt cops?
Now he no longer understands that the two men in front of him are actually more vicious thugs than he is, and the number of lives lost at their hands could easily surpass his achievements.

"Kazuke, come with us." Kusuda Rikudo stepped forward.

We've met our match.

"Zizzizi."

The stun gun emitted blue arcs of electricity, and Ben and Shu took the initiative to attack.

A blue arc of electricity pierced Kusuda Rikudō's chest.

(End of this chapter)