Guchuan: I Have Clues About Sherry

"Finally, we're done recording."

Guchuan stretched, easing his body.

"What are you always giggling about?" Guchuan vigorously rubbed Little Ai's head, messing up her hair.

"Laughing at what a big dummy you are," Little Ai said, pushing Guchuan's hand away.

"Listening to what you just said, I doubt you even graduated high school," Little Ai mocked him directly, giving Guchuan the disdainful look of a top student.

"You don't even have an elementary school diploma, how dare you make fun of me!"

"Guchuan!" Conan looked at Guchuan with delight, scurrying over to him.

Guchuan cursed under his breath, feeling unlucky. He'd encountered a god of death the very first day he went to work. And not just one god of death, but the trio of gods of death.

He did remember someone dying at the TV station, but he didn't know the exact date.

After all, those familiar with the Conan world's timeline would understand.

"Conan," Guchuan greeted Conan perfunctorily.

Little Ai had reverted to her introverted self, not wanting to interact with Conan.

"Mr. Guchuan, I never expected to see you at the TV station. What a coincidence," Ran said with a smile.

"It really is a coincidence. I'm working here temporarily," Guchuan replied.

"Oh, really? My dad was invited to be a guest on a show, so we came along."

Conan kept trying to pull Guchuan into a discussion about The Winery. Guchuan was very impatient, but then he remembered he wasn't off work yet and couldn't leave, which suddenly put him in a bad mood.

"Today is Kogoro Mouri's famous battle. Can't you just focus on Kogoro Mouri? We can talk about The Organization anytime," Guchuan yawned.

"Famous battle?" Conan asked, confused.

"With you three gods of death gathered together, it'll be hard to wrap things up at the TV station without a few deaths. Plus, with the TV station as a medium, Kogoro Mouri will definitely gain a lot of fans once he solves the case."

"What do you mean! I'm not a god of death," Conan said, displeased.

As a detective, it was normal to encounter more murder cases than an average person. And not many people had died when he was with Guchuan, so the real god of death should be Uncle Mori, right?

Conan watched Kogoro Mouri on stage, who was still cheerfully recounting his legendary sleeping deductions.

Recalling the next case, Guchuan felt like there wasn't anything he could do to stir things up, so he decided to ask Choso Fuji for leave to go home.

"Guchuan, aren't you going to watch Uncle Mori's show?"

"No. Today is the 7135th day since I was born, and seeing dead people brings bad luck," Guchuan waved his hand.

"What are you talking about? How could anyone die?" Conan pouted, disbelieving.

The previous cases were all accidents. Metaphysics was unreliable; he was a staunch materialist.

"Little Ai, let's go."

"Why aren't you going to play with your little friend for a while today?" Little Ai asked.

"You're my little friend," Guchuan casually said something sweet.

"Heh heh."

Little Ai's face was tightly covered, so her expression couldn't be seen.

"Come on, let's go eat barbecue. I feel like I could eat a whole cow right now."

Guchuan left with Little Ai. Choso Fuji also saw the note left on his desk.

My sister is sick, taking leave to go home early – Guchuan

"What? Mr. Suwa is covered in blood? Understood, I'll be right there."

What?

Conan's mood was also very complicated upon hearing this news. Could it be just as Guchuan said, that he was some kind of messed-up god of death?

No, it couldn't be like that. There weren't this many homicides before I shrunk.

So, this must all be because of Uncle Mori, right?

The night was deep. Guchuan opened the door to Little Ai's bedroom and saw Little Ai already fast asleep, revealing a strange smile.

Little Ai was asleep, so…

She won't know I snuck out tonight!

Guchuan put on a black trench coat, applied some disguise to his face, and left the house.

He arrived at the bar he frequently visited with Gin, only to find it locked. Dust had accumulated on the lock, clearly indicating no one had been there for a long time.

"Hello? Hello?" Guchuan dialed Gin's number.

"What is it?" Gin's cold voice came from the phone.

"Why is our Organization's bar closed? Did you change bases? Why didn't you tell me? Do you even consider me one of your own anymore?" Guchuan angrily accused Gin.

As the future de facto leader of The Organization, it was simply absurd not to be able to find The Organization's base.

To Guchuan's surprise, Gin on the other end of the line was even more agitated than Guchuan himself.

"Our original base was reported by some idiotic member of the Organization. To prevent the Organization from losing yet another base, I'm not telling that fool! And if that fool keeps acting like an idiot, I'll shoot him dead for sure!"

Having said so much in one go, it was clear just how furious Gin was at that moment.

"I have a lead on Sherry."

Guchuan's words instantly extinguished Gin's anger.

"Where is she?"

"It's just a lead, I haven't found her yet," Guchuan said unhurriedly.

"What's the lead?"

"I can't explain it clearly over the phone. Let's talk face-to-face. Tell me where the Organization's new base is. Don't worry, no one will report it this time."

After much persuasion, Guchuan finally learned the location of the Organization's new base.

Having almost been excluded from the Organization, Guchuan decided to behave himself for a while.

Guchuan rode his motorcycle to the new bar. The bar was in a desolate area with few customers. As soon as Guchuan entered, he saw Gin and Vodka sitting together, drinking.

"A Coke, please. With ice, no sugar. Put it on Vodka's tab."

Guchuan was a bit surprised that the bartender was the same one from before. He hadn't expected him to continue as a bartender after almost getting Vodka murdered.

He wondered if the Organization was incredibly humane, or if Vodka simply wasn't important to them.

"What's the lead?" Gin asked.

"I know Sherry has a sister who used to work at a bank," Guchuan said, taking the Coke and drinking it in large gulps.

Ever since Little Ai came to live with him, Guchuan hadn't had a Coke in a long time.

Gin stared at him coldly, his gaze murderous.

"Sherry's sister was an outer member of the Organization. We already killed her," Vodka said, looking at Guchuan.

And the pistol used to kill Akemi Miyano was also taken by this kid, Guchuan.

"Is that so?" Guchuan feigned surprise.

"Why didn't you tell me before? I wasted so much effort for nothing. So the responsibility lies with you, not me."

"Enough," Gin said impatiently, looking at Guchuan.

"Any other leads?"

"Nope," Guchuan said, spreading his hands.

"I originally thought that since I knew Sherry had a sister, I could follow that lead. I didn't expect you to have already killed her. I'm just saying, you killed her sister, so it's no wonder she wanted to run."

Gin's expression hardened, and the atmosphere visibly tensed.