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

Chapter 342 Drawing Blood from Conan (2nd Update)
“Snap! Snap!”

The crisp sound of the slap was particularly jarring in the living room.

Kogoro Mouri suddenly opened his eyes, his cheeks burning with pain.

He blinked blankly, and in his blurry vision appeared Shiraishi E's smiling face.

"Are you awake, Detective?" Shiraishi E shook her hands and said, "Your sleep quality is really good."

Kogoro Mouri struggled to sit up, his temples throbbing. He looked around—the familiar living room, warm sunlight streaming through the curtains onto the floor, the morning news playing on the television.

Everything was so calm that it was as if last night's bloody escape was just a nightmare.

"This is...the agency?" His voice was hoarse. "We escaped?"

"Dad, where did you escape from?" Xiaolan walked over with a water glass in her hand, her face full of questions.

Kogoro Mouri froze, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Oh no! We absolutely can't let Xiaolan know what happened last night!

Thinking of this, he chuckled dryly, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the sofa cover: "Ahaha, I meant I escaped from a hangover!! I drank too much last night, thank goodness Brother Baishi brought me back!"

"When I picked him up, he was completely drunk," Shiraishi E continued, echoing Kogoro Mouri's words.

Xiao Lan's suspicious gaze swept back and forth between the two of them; it didn't seem like they were just drunk.

"Ah! It's so late!" Kogoro Mouri tried to change the subject. Looking at the chaotic sky outside the window, he suddenly jumped up dramatically, clutching his stomach and yelling, "Ran, what's for breakfast? I'm starving!"

Xiaolan sighed, suppressing her doubts for the moment, and said, "Fried eggs, miso soup, and leftovers from last night, just a moment and they'll be ready!"

With that, she turned and left the second-floor office, heading towards the third floor.

"Phew...finally, that's all." Kogoro Mouri muttered, taking a sip of water and letting out a long sigh of relief.

Then, he looked at Shiraishi E beside him and said, "Thank you for last night... If it weren't for you, I might already be..."

The mere thought of those mutated guards, the bloody massacre, and the perilous escape from the seventh floor made his stomach ache.

He glanced at the needle marks on his arm and said with a bitter expression, "I wish it were just a nightmare!"

"Just keep this to yourself and get some rest." Shiraishi E patted Kogoro Mouri on the shoulder, indicating that he shouldn't think too much about it.

“You’re right… let’s just pretend this never happened.” Kogoro Mouri didn’t want to recall the incident. He sniffed his clothes, frowned, and said, “I’m going to take a shower. I haven’t showered in days… I stink.”

With that, he got up and went up to the third floor to his room to pack his clothes and take a shower.

Shiraishi E followed them up to the third floor, but he went into the kitchen to make breakfast with Ran.

Of course, that's not the point. The point is to resolve Xiaolan's doubts.

The aroma of fried eggs wafted through the kitchen as Shiraishi E skillfully flipped the pan, the egg sizzling on the butter.

Xiao Lan stood to the side chopping scallions, her knife skills clean and efficient, but her brows remained furrowed.

"Hui," she finally couldn't help but speak, the cleaver stopping in mid-air, "what exactly happened to Dad last night?"

Without looking up, Shiraishi E tapped the edge of the pan lightly with the spatula: "Three hundred million yen."

"What?" Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, and stopped chopping vegetables.

“Mahjong, loan sharks, illegal labor.” Shiraishi E said briefly, skillfully flipping the fried egg over. “When I found him in an underground casino in Kabukicho, he had been badly beaten up!”

Xiao Lan was furious: "Why did he go gambling again? And he owes so much money? No wonder he hasn't dared to come back for so long!!!"

As she spoke, she turned around, intending to confront Kogoro Mouri.

Shiraishi quickly grabbed Ran's wrist and pulled her into her arms: "You can't blame him. That casino specializes in scamming newbies. Your father was set up."

"But the matter has now been resolved."

"Don't mention it again, or your father will lose face."

Xiaolan's eyes instantly reddened. She suddenly threw herself into Shiraishi E's arms, pressing her forehead against his chest: "Thank you, thank you so much." Her voice was muffled and nasal.

Shiraishi E chuckled softly, then gently put her arm around her shoulder, her fingers running through her soft, long hair.

"Are you really going to thank me?" He suddenly grinned mischievously, lowered his head, and before Xiaolan could react, quickly pecked her lips lightly, reminding her, "Then be more proactive next time."

"Ah!" Xiaolan jumped back as if she had been electrocuted, her face instantly turning bright red.

She reached out and pinched Shiraishi E's arm, saying shyly, "You're so annoying! I'm ignoring you!!"

Shiraishi E laughed heartily and continued cooking.

"Um..." Xiaolan spoke softly after calming down a bit, her hands still moving, "Is Dad badly hurt?" Shiraishi Hui chuckled, "Don't worry, those people are after money, they were careful with their attacks, it's all just superficial wounds. But..." he lowered his voice, "Don't let him drink for the next few days."

Xiaolan nodded emphatically, a determined flame burning in her eyes: "I will take good care of him." As she spoke, she chopped down hard, and the onion on the cutting board instantly shattered into pieces.

Shiraishi E silently mourned for Kogoro Mouri for three seconds.

He picked up the fried eggs, ready to leave the kitchen, when he heard Xiaolan say softly again:
"Can you tell me about things like this in the future?" Her fingers unconsciously twisted her apron. "I don't want to always be kept in the dark."

"That depends on whether you take the initiative in the future." Shiraishi E chuckled mischievously, and then left the kitchen before Ran could react.

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

During afternoon tea, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the playground of Teitan Elementary School. Shiraishi E leaned against a cherry blossom tree, watching Conan walk over.

He was toying with a syringe in his hand, the metal tip gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"Conan, school's out." He raised his hand and greeted the other person.

Conan adjusted his glasses, looking at the syringe in the other person's hand with suspicion: "Did you need something from Shiraishi-nii?"

“I won’t come looking for you unless there’s something wrong.” Shiraishi E said, then suddenly squatted down, grabbed Conan’s wrist, and precisely pressed the syringe against his vein: “I need some blood.”

"Wait!" Conan jerked backward, his back slamming into a tree trunk. "What are you doing?!"

His pupils contracted sharply, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.

For a moment, I didn't understand what the other party wanted to do. Why did they suddenly want to draw my blood?

Shiraishi E tilted her head, staring at Conan as if he were something amusing, and said with a mischievous grin, "Let my friend examine you and see what's going on with your 'elementary school student' body."

These words struck Conan like a bolt of lightning.

His breath caught in his throat, and his fingers unconsciously reached for the wristwatch-shaped tranquilizer gun: "What are you talking about, Brother Shiraishi?"

"Shinichi Kudo." Shiraishi E called out the name directly, looking with satisfaction at Conan's instantly pale face: "Playing dumb is no fun."

Conan's glasses reflected an eerie light, and his voice trembled with shock: "When...?"

"When your parents 'kidnapped' you," Shiraishi Ei said, twirling the syringe between her fingers. "I felt something was off back then."

"Then they pulled out a single hair from your head and had it analyzed...and then they knew everything."

“…………” Conan was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that his identity would be discovered so early.

"Aren't you surprised?" He stared at Shiraishi E with a questioning look, saying, "An adult turning into a child like that..."

Shiraishi E shrugged: "It was quite shocking to see it for the first time... but what's done is done, so I can only accept it."

"..." Conan fell silent, thinking about many things for a moment.

After all, in his view, Shiraishi E was not a normal person... How could a normal high school student be involved with the underworld?

He cautiously guessed, "About that organization... how much do you know?"

"Much earlier than you think." Shiraishi grabbed Conan's arm and precisely inserted the needle into a vein. "Don't move, it'll hurt a lot if you take the needle from the wrong vein."

Dark red blood slowly flowed into the syringe. Conan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not struggle.

After all, I can't beat the other person.

Besides, if the other party were to use force, why would they need to go through all this trouble?
Given the other party's skills, they could easily kidnap me.

Thinking about this, he relaxed.

After removing the needle, Conan quickly asked, "What do you need my blood for? Don't tell me... you have a solution?"

"Let my friend study it." Shiraishi carefully put the syringe into a specially made metal box.

"Take me with you!!" Conan said anxiously, wanting to see the so-called friend the other person mentioned.

Shiraishi E said with a playful tone, "Aren't you worried about your identity being exposed?"

Conan was about to say something when he realized what was happening.

Even if the other party takes a blood test, they will only know that Shinichi Kudo has a problem, but they will not know that Conan Edogawa is Shinichi Kudo.

But if I go there myself, I'll really expose my identity.

He said helplessly, "Then tell me the analysis results later."

"Don't worry~~ I'll let you know when the results are in." After saying this, Shiraishi E turned and left.

(End of this chapter)