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

Chapter 365 Do you dare to investigate? (1st update)
Noon, Teitan School.

The midday sun streamed in through the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating Shinichi's desk in Class 2-B.

Because he hadn't been to school for a long time, the three of them requisitioned his desk to use as a dining table.

Shiraishi E slowly ate her bento, while Ran excitedly waved her chopsticks, not even bothering to eat the tamagoyaki in her bento.

"Let me tell you!" Xiaolan lowered her voice, her eyes sparkling, "Last night I went back and brought up divorce with Dad, and guess what?"

She paused deliberately, and when Sonoko curiously leaned closer, she continued, "He panicked completely!"

Yuanzi nearly spat out her rice: "Really?"

“Absolutely true!” Xiaolan imitated her father: “He first choked on a mouthful of beer, then smoked three cigarettes in a row, and paced back and forth in the living room with his cane.”

She lowered her voice, "I pretended to be asleep, but I could still hear him sighing in his room in the middle of the night!"

Sonoko slammed her hand on the table and burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Uncle Mori's got what's coming to him!"

Her laughter drew sidelong glances from students at several nearby tables: "That's a brilliant idea!"

Xiaolan didn't claim credit for it, saying, "Hui told me about this method, saying it's called 'retreating to advance'!"

"Hmm~~ That's a good name. You're so clever, Ei!" Sonoko gave him an approving look as she spoke.

Shiraishi E smiled and reminded Xiaolan, "You need to be careful with the heat."

"Pushing too hard might backfire!"

"Don't worry!" Xiaolan waved her hand confidently, "I can tell that Dad definitely doesn't want a divorce."

Her eyes crinkled with amusement: "He even secretly dug out his wedding photo with Mom last night and kept wiping it clean!"

Sonoko's eyes lit up, and she suddenly leaned closer: "Then it's time to provoke Aunt Eri!"

She lowered her voice mysteriously, "I have an idea—"

"Hmm? What idea?" Xiaolan asked with a hint of curiosity.

“Listen to me, we can do this and that.” Sonoko leaned close to their ears and whispered something.

After listening, Shiraishi E raised an eyebrow: "What kind of TV dramas do you usually watch?"

"Oh, as long as it works!" Sonoko waved her hand dismissively. "Ran, just pretend that a young and handsome lawyer is pursuing Aunt Eri."

Xiaolan's expression showed hesitation, but also a hint of interest: "This...this is too..."

"That's perfect!" Sonoko interrupted her excitedly, "Just think about it, Uncle will definitely be restless if he finds out someone's trying to steal Aunt Eri away!"

Shiraishi E offered her opinion: "I suggest proceeding step by step."

"No, no, no!" Sonoko was already engrossed in her own script: "We can also arrange a 'chance encounter'! Let Uncle 'accidentally' see that lawyer taking Aunt Eri home."

Xiaolan's expression gradually changed from shock to contemplation: "It seems... it's not entirely impossible?"

As the two girls grew more and more excited, Shiraishi E thought for a moment, but ultimately said nothing.

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

Inside the interrogation room, police and the FBI jointly interrogated Gin.

It was nominally a joint interrogation, but in reality, the FBI went in to conduct the interrogation, while the public security personnel watched from the observation room and had no chance to intervene at all.

Behind the one-way glass of the interrogation room, Toru Amuro's expression was somber.

Because of his identity, he couldn't appear in front of Gin and could only watch from here.

But the more he looked at it, the angrier he became, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked.

Through the glass, he could clearly see Gin leaning leisurely against the interrogation chair, his long silver hair gleaming coldly under the glaring light. The man picked up a glass of rye whiskey and began to drink it slowly.

An FBI agent even went so far as to light him a Marlboro and proactively asked:

"Would you like to continue drinking?"

The FBI's voice came through the listening device, nauseatingly obsequious! Gin exhaled a smoke ring, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "No, no need. It's lunchtime, give me some fresh salmon... I must say, the service here is better than in restaurants."

"boom!"

Amuro Tooru slammed his fist hard against the metal railing of the observation platform, his knuckles instantly turning red.

"What kind of interrogation is this?!" His voice was extremely low, yet sharp as a knife: "Is this how five-star hotels treat VIPs?!"

Shuichi Akai leaned against the wall, the red glow of his cigarette flickering in the dimly lit observation room.
“There was nothing we could do about it.” He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. “He gave away information about seven outer outposts and two weapons depots.”

"They're all expendable pawns!" Amuro Tooru whirled around, his eyes burning with rage: "Traitors he purged, executives who had grudges against him—"

His finger slammed into the glass: "Can't you see this guy is using someone else to do his dirty work?!"

Shuichi Akai's green eyes narrowed slightly: "I know."

"Knowing that is still—"

“But others don’t know.” Shuichi Akai interrupted him, flicking ash into a portable ashtray: “Or rather, they don’t want to know.”

"They just want to gain merit; they don't care whether they can destroy the organization."

"You should understand what I mean!"

Just as Amuro Tooru was about to say something, Gin's low, cold laugh came through the listening device: "Let me think of the next one... the bar owner of the 13th arrondissement of Paris."

Upon receiving this information, the FBI was overjoyed and instructed their team to quickly spread the word and arrange for an arrest.

This scene made Amuro Tooru's temples throb.

He knew that so-called "bar owner" all too well—a traitor who should have been executed three months ago for embezzling organization funds.

Gin is clearing out its inventory!

"No." Amuro Tooru turned and walked towards the door, his suit jacket drawing a sharp arc in the air.

"Where are you going?" Shuichi Akai's voice came from behind.

"Find someone who can manage things!"

In the office, Kuroda Hyōe's single eye gleamed coldly under the desk lamp.

Amuro Tooru, barely suppressing his emotions, reported, "Sir, you know I'm an undercover agent. I know everything about the organization! The people Gin provided are all insignificant members!"

"You don't need to capture Gin for this information. You can just ask me, and I can provide it to you!"

"I suggest we use some methods on that guy to make him confess the truth!"

After listening to Amuro Tooru's report, he actually nodded: "I think things are fine as they are."

"What?!" Amuro Tooru could hardly believe his ears. "What kind of good is this? So many people died, and we went through so much trouble to catch him, but—"

“I also mentioned this issue to James earlier,” Kuroda interrupted him, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. “Do you know what he said in the end?”

Amuro Tooru stood frozen in place, suddenly having a bad feeling.

"He said," Kuroda Hyoue slowly rose, his one eye fixed on his subordinate, "If we really manage to pry Gin's mouth open, what if he mentions a few people who can't be touched?"

His voice suddenly became extremely soft, "Should we investigate, or not?"

The searchlight outside the window swept across, casting dappled shadows on Kuroda Hei's face.

Amuro Tooru's fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly, finally falling limply to his sides. He understood all too well the weight of those words—those "patrons" hidden in the political and business world, those powerful figures providing cover for the organization from the shadows.
"So," Amuro Tooru's voice was dry and rough, like sandpaper scraping, "we're just going to keep playing along with him?"

Kuroda Hyōe didn't answer, but simply turned to look out the window. In the reflection of the glass, Amuro Tooru saw a hint of weariness he had never seen before flash in his superior's single eye.

On his way back to the observation room, Amuro Tooru's pace slowed. Passing the interrogation room, he overheard Gin saying, "Ah, I almost forgot... that congressman's secretary."

Through the glass, he clearly saw Gin raise his head, his silver hair framed by eyes that seemed to pierce through a one-way mirror, striking directly into his pupils. Those eyes were full of mockery, as if to say—

"You want to investigate? I'll give you the names, let's see if you dare to investigate!"

(End of this chapter)