I'm in Conan, I'm not a gangster

Chapter 336 Discovering Kogoro Mouri (2nd Update)
Shiraishi E infiltrated the patrol team and began following them on their patrols.

Everyone has to swipe their work ID when passing through the factory gate.

Shiraishi E took out her ID card and swiped it on the card reader, which made a soft "beep" sound.

Is this security system really that simple?
He followed behind the others, quite skeptical of this.

After all, the security outside the factory is very high, so the security inside shouldn't be this low.

With this question in mind, he walked into the factory while observing his surroundings.

There's nothing special about this place; it's just an ordinary factory.

The factory was larger than I had imagined, with dozens of automated machines in operation and a pungent chemical smell permeating the air.

He also noticed that the other patrol members didn't take the inspection seriously at all.

The two young team members were even huddled together, whispering something and occasionally letting out lewd laughter. When the captain noticed, he just waved his flashlight dismissively.

"Yamada-kun." At that moment, a thin man wearing thick glasses approached and nudged Shiraishi E with his elbow. "Why is it so quiet today?"

Yamada? So that's the name of the person wearing this uniform…

Shiraishi E yawned and said, "I didn't sleep well this morning, and I'm really sleepy now... I need to go back and have a few cups of coffee later, otherwise I won't be able to stay awake tonight."

"I understand, I understand." The bespectacled man nodded in deep agreement. "This lousy job is indeed torturous. But... I heard there's a raise coming next month."

The fat man at the front of the line turned around upon hearing this: "Come on, they said they'd give us a raise last time too, and all we got was 5000 yen more."

He gestured exaggeratedly, "It's not even enough for me to have a meal in Kabukicho!"

The crowd let out knowing laughs.

Shiraishi Eya laughed.

Sure enough, no matter where you are, slacking off is an innate skill of working people.

Even working in a winery, such situations were still avoided.

Doing the same things every day is boring and tedious, easily leads to a loss of enthusiasm, makes people careless, and causes them to slack off.

Shiraishi E deliberately started a conversation to divert everyone's attention from her, saying, "This job is so boring. They even block cell phone signals, so you can't even slack off."

"That's right!" the fat man immediately chimed in, "Last time I tried to bring in a magazine, the captain gave me a real dressing down!"

The bespectacled man pushed up his lenses: "Rules are rules, and you must not break them! Three months ago, someone secretly took photos, and as a result..." He then made a throat-slitting gesture.

Shiraishi E's eyes flickered slightly; he guessed that the person was most likely an undercover agent or a spy.

When the team finished checking the last piece of equipment, Shiraishi thought that was the end of it and the patrol could conclude.

However, at this moment, the patrol captain suddenly turned into a secluded corridor and stopped in front of a metal door at the end.

"Everyone, wash your hands." The patrol captain's voice suddenly turned serious.

Shiraishi watched as the others began to line up and headed towards the washbasin in the corner. He glanced at the identification device on the metal door, which also had fingerprint recognition.

He immediately understood.

The patrol captain's hawk-like gaze was fixed on everyone's handwashing movements, confirming his suspicions.

He was making people wash their hands to prevent spies from infiltrating and to avoid leaving fingerprints on their fingers.

"Kameta, make sure you wash between your fingers too," the patrol captain suddenly said.

The fat man next to Shiraishi E shuddered: "Y-yes!" He hurriedly rubbed his fingers together again. When it was Shiraishi E's turn, he began to wash his hands openly, squeezing out an excessive amount of hand soap and scrubbing all ten of his fingers thoroughly!
His disguise doesn't need props to maintain; he only needs to rub it with his hands.

Aside from not being able to copy the other person's DNA, all of the other person's physical characteristics can be disguised, including fingerprints!
Therefore, Emi Shiraishi was very generous with her fingerprints, not afraid at all that they would be washed away.

The patrol team leader was very satisfied with Shiraishi E's performance. After seeing her wipe her fingers clean with a tissue, she placed her hand on the fingerprint scanner.

The fingerprint scanner flashed green, and a voice announced, "Verification successful."

He then turned his attention to the next member.

Shiraishi E stood to the side, waiting for the patrol personnel to complete the fingerprint verification.

After the fingerprint verification was completed, the patrol captain used his authority to open the metal door and led everyone inside.

The metal door closed slowly behind us with a heavy thud.

After Shiraishi entered, she realized that it was actually a prison!
He followed the patrol into the hidden prison area, where two rows of cold metal cells stretched into the depths under the glaring white lights.

His boots echoed hollowly on the metal floor.

"Yamada, you're in charge of cells 1-20 in Block B." The captain tossed him an electronic recording tablet and said, "Same routine: check vital signs and record any abnormalities."

"Okay." Shiraishi E replied with a bowed head, picked up the electronic recording tablet, and began to play with it.

Each cell door is covered with detailed prisoner information: cell number, photo, height, weight, and even blood type and allergy history. The data is so neatly arranged it's unsettling, as if they're recording cargo rather than people.

Judging from appearances, these are people used for experiments.

With this in mind, he began patrolling along the designated route.

In the first cell, a man with a face full of scars was frantically banging his head against the wall.

Upon seeing Shiraishi E's uniform, he immediately rushed to the door, his fingers peeking out from between the bars: "Let me out! I promise I'll pay you back!! Please!"

Shiraishi wrote down the words "Prisoner No. 37 is in normal condition" with a blank expression.

In the second cell, a gaunt middle-aged man huddled in a corner, his arms covered in needle marks; this guy was a drug addict.

In the third cell was a burly, tattooed man who was giving the middle finger to the security camera. This guy was probably involved in a gang; it was unclear who he had offended.

...............

Shiraishi E's pace slowed as he carefully observed the characteristics of each prisoner. Although these people looked different, their eyes all revealed the same despair.

As he reached the seventh cell, his breath caught in his throat. The familiar face in the photograph on the cell door almost made him blurt out—Kogoro Mouri!

The famous detective in the photo has lifeless eyes, completely lacking his usual arrogance. The information panel reads:

Prisoner ID: B-13

[Criminal Charge: Owing money at usurious interest rates]

[Note: The fit of the experimental subjects was 92%]

Shiraishi looked through the door and discovered that the person imprisoned inside was indeed Kogoro Mouri!
How did he end up being imprisoned here?
Xiao Lan would contact the other party from time to time to make sure he was in the right place.

Could it be that... the person who answered Ran's call wasn't the real Kogoro Mouri at all?

However, someone was using his voice to deal with Ran, pretending that Kogoro Mouri was safe and sound.

(End of this chapter)