Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 964 Own People

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out; this time, it was from the other side.

Before Conan knew it, he had moved from his original spot.

The bullet whizzed past my ear, and cold sweat instantly soaked my forehead.

Yeah, there's no time to talk at a time like this.

Xia Chuan hugged Conan and hid behind the door of the rented room.

"You should have been hiding in the room just now."

Natsukawa looked at Conan expressionlessly: "That way, Honjo and Itsuki won't have to die."

In fact, both the tree and the tree must die!
The information on the SD card must absolutely not be known to the two Irish people.

Xia Chuan could roughly guess what was going on from those few words.

This case is a bit different from what he imagined; the killer may be more than one person.

Kosuke Mizutani is very likely one of them.

This explains why, even though the cases occurred in multiple locations, Ben and Shu were able to manage on their own.

Because he was just one of the murderers!

Only he had thought of this, and Conan was so shocked by what had just happened that he couldn't recall any details.

Ireland and Kusuda Rikumichi took Shindo Keigo hostage and retreated.

In the distance, the sound of police sirens gradually drifted in.

No one dared to stop the two Irishmen, after all, that dark pistol was no joke.

Everyone kept their doors and windows tightly shut, only daring to peek through the cracks in the doors to eavesdrop on the sounds outside.

They were all waiting for the police to arrive.

"Brother Xia Chuan, we can't let those two get away."

One is named Ireland, and the other is named Kusuda Rikudō. Although it's unclear why the latter isn't a name for an alcoholic beverage, their conversation confirms that they are both codenamed members.

Now that Ben Shang and Shu are dead, we must not let the two of them leave, otherwise all our efforts will be in vain.

What about the new Tangjing?

Three black question marks appeared above Conan's head.

Xia Chuan's words stumped him.

No, when you just shot and killed Honjo and Itsuki, why didn't you hesitate?

“Ben-shin and Shu-shu are different; one is a murderer, and the other is a victim. We must protect the victim.”

There was no trace of the winery's codenamed members in the corridor, and the elevator was descending.

Natsukawa and Conan took another elevator downstairs.

Several gunshots could still be heard inside the elevator.

When the elevator arrived on the first floor, the scene in the lobby made Conan's mood sink again.

Two policemen lay at the entrance, each shot in the chest, barely alive.

The apartment's glass door had been smashed, and shards of glass were scattered all over the floor, making it uncomfortable to walk on.

The security guard made muffled noises, hiding in the security room and trembling with his head in his hands.

A black sedan sped away into the darkness.

When Conan arrived at the door, he didn't even get a whiff of exhaust fumes.

On the steps along the roadside, Xintangjing slept soundly.

Fortunately, there were no gunshot wounds.

She was just sleeping normally, except for two charred marks on her neck from being electrocuted.

Police cars arrived one after another.

"Hey blond guy in front, put down your gun and release the hostage!"

With a pistol in hand, Xia Chuan naturally became the prime suspect.

Police blocked the road, but fortunately there were few passing vehicles at that time, so it did not cause a traffic jam.

However, the flashing neon lights illuminated the apartment's front door, and many surrounding residences lit up, prompting curious onlookers to peek and watch. "We're all on the same side."

Natsukawa raised his hands, and Conan looked around and also raised his hands. "The bad guys are gone!"

This was Conan's first time in Ayase City. There were no police officers he recognized, and everyone was a stranger. No one recognized him as Kogoro Mouri's assistant.

Seven or eight policemen aimed warily, while several others ran toward the gate to check on their colleague's injuries.

Two other policemen ran toward Xia Chuan.

"One of our own."

An ID card appeared in the raised hand, which was opened downwards to reveal the identity information on it.

The two policemen glanced at it, but did not dare to let their guard down, and took Xia Chuan's pistol away.

The special investigator's credentials were indeed valid; at least Natsukawa wasn't pinned to the ground, but was received by the head inspector.

"Why are IRS investigators here?"

Xia Chuan shook his head, not answering the question. "This is confidential, I can't tell you. But you can call the Metropolitan Police Department, the National Tax Agency, and the Public Security Bureau; they can all verify my identity."

"???"

Isn't he a special investigator for the National Tax Service? How did he get involved with the Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Bureau?

These three departments are all people you shouldn't offend.

Inspector Sugiki of Ayase City smacked his lips and forced a smile. "Please wait a moment, Mr. Natsukawa. I will verify the details with these three departments."

Inspector Sugiki walked to the side and started making a phone call.

Forget about the Public Security Bureau and the State Taxation Bureau; I don't know anyone there.

He made a direct call to Inspector Megure of the Violent Crimes Division, First Investigative Division, Metropolitan Police Department.

He and Inspector Megure are about the same age and have worked together many times, so they are old acquaintances.

"Sugimoto, why are you calling me so late? What happened?!"

Inspector Megure was still at the Metropolitan Police Department when he saw the name of this colleague he hadn't contacted in a long time, and couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Because Natsukawa and Conan's visit to Shindo Keigo was being conducted in secret, he was unaware of the situation.

Inspector Sugiki explained the situation.

Shindo, Honjo, and Itsuki; two policemen were killed.
“Sugiki!” Inspector Megure’s tone turned serious. “You should know about the series of murders recently, right? Honjo and Itsuki are very likely the killer.”

"What's the matter with Mr. Xia Chuan?"

Why are IRS investigators working for the Metropolitan Police Department instead of investigating taxes?

"Oh, don't ask about such things. Anyway, Brother Natsukawa is fine. This case doesn't seem as simple as we thought. You wait here, I'll send someone to Ayase City right away, and the Metropolitan Police Department will handle the rest."

Inspector Sugiki still had doubts, but as a police officer, there were some things he couldn't ask indiscriminately; it was a matter of discipline.

After hanging up the phone, Inspector Sugiki's smile widened: "I'm sorry, Mr. Natsukawa."

He gestured for the two police officers around Xia Chuan to step back.

"I just confirmed with Inspector Megure. Thank you very much for your support of our police cause."

"It's alright, being vigilant is fine, the misunderstanding will be cleared up." Xia Chuan smiled, touched his wrist, and said with a smile, "Shindo Kei shouldn't be in any danger, you can let him go home."

"Huh?" Sugiki asked, puzzled.

Natsukawa didn't explain. Inspector Sugiki was unaware of the details of the case and probably thought the escaped person would come back, which wasn't surprising.

"The two people who just left have nothing to do with the serial killings. I will inform the police, and they will accept it."

"Oh oh oh."

Inspector Sugiki nodded, seemingly bewildered.

I don't understand it, but it sounds really impressive.

I overheard Inspector Megure mention on the phone that Mr. Natsukawa has strong investigative abilities, and I could definitely tell from the tone of his voice during the conversation.

"But those two people killed our colleague."

Shanmu turned to look at the ambulance.

Medical staff carried a stretcher with two sealed body bags on it, containing the bodies of the two police officers who were the first to arrive at the scene.

Judging from the signs of battle, they didn't even have time to draw their guns before they were shot in the chest and died.

(End of this chapter)