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

Chapter 370 Giving Him a Strong Stimulus (2 Updates)
In the interrogation room.

Conan huddled on the cold metal chair, the restraints on his wrists leaving deep purple bruises.

The interrogation room was lit by stark white lights 24 hours a day, and coupled with his occasional fainting spells, he completely lost his sense of time.

Perhaps a week has passed? Or even longer? His lips were cracked and bleeding, and his stomach was cramping from prolonged hunger.

"Preparing for the 17th experiment." A mechanical female voice suddenly blared from the speaker on the wall.

Conan's body trembled instinctively.

In the past dozen or so experiments, those people in white coats drew too much of his blood and injected him with various unknown drugs.

His arm was covered with needle marks, resembling a terrifying star map.

The most terrifying thing is muscle relaxants—that feeling of despair where you watch yourself being dissected but can't even move a finger.

Conan believes that with his father Shiraishi's wisdom and Shiraishi's abilities, they will surely find this place.

If he perseveres, he will definitely be rescued!

As the person in the white coat finished drawing blood again and left, there was a sudden bang.

Conan turned his head and his pupils suddenly contracted!

"Dad...Dad?"

He watched as Yusaku Kudo was roughly pushed in and fell heavily to the ground.

The ever-elegant and composed mystery novelist was now covered in blood, his expensive suit tattered and torn.

His right leg was bent at an abnormal angle, and each breath was accompanied by painful gasps.

"Dad!!" Conan was instantly terrified and cried out in horror, "What have you done to my dad?!"

He struggled frantically, the metal chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

An FBI agent with a buzz cut and muscular build walked in through the door and casually picked at his ear.

"So noisy." He kicked Yusaku's body as if inspecting a bag of trash, and looked at Conan with a sneer: "It's just a broken leg and a few broken ribs. There's no need to make a fuss about it."

Upon hearing these words, Conan felt his blood boil instantly, and his anger flared up immediately.

He shouted angrily and excitedly, "Didn't I cooperate with you all?! Why did you do this?!"

"Hey." The FBI agent suddenly leaned down, his calloused hands pinching Conan's cheek, and reminded him, "Get your facts straight, kid."

“It was your father who broke into our safe house and injured three people.”

He released Conan, then patted Yusaku's pale face forcefully, praising, "Pretty good at fighting, Mr. Writer?"

Yusaku coughed weakly, and bloody foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He barely opened his eyes a crack and gave Conan a reassuring smile.

That smile hurt Conan more than any torture.

Conan said anxiously, "You...you guys need to take him to get treatment right away, in case his injuries—"

"Snapped!"

Before Conan could finish speaking, he was slapped across the face.

His head snapped to one side, his glasses flew off and hit the wall, the sound of the lenses shattering crisp and piercing.

His cheeks burned, and his mouth tasted of rust.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" The detective grabbed Conan's hair, forcing him to look up, and reminded him, "A prisoner should act like a prisoner. You still want to make demands?"

Conan didn't speak, but his eyes were filled with anger.

The FBI agent didn't seem to care. After releasing Conan's hair, he turned to Yusaku and grinned, "Come on, great writer, tell me... about your son."

Yuzak shook his head with difficulty, his voice barely audible: "I don't know. I'm not really sure either."

The detective sighed, then suddenly stepped on Yusaku's broken leg. The cracking sound of the dislocated bone and Yusaku's suppressed scream sent shivers down Conan's spine.

"Stop!!" Conan couldn't help but shout, "He really doesn't know! My dad is just a novelist!"

The FBI agent ignored him, stomped a few more times before stopping, and said regretfully, "Knows nothing... a world-class mystery novelist... turns out to be a good-for-nothing!"

With disdain, he grabbed Yusaku by the collar and dragged him out like a dead dog.

Yusaku's leg dragged a shocking trail of blood on the ground.

"Dad..." Conan's voice was broken and painful. He watched helplessly as his father was dragged out of the door, feeling immense heartache!
The loud slam of the iron gate closing seemed to be a death sentence for his worldview.

After the footsteps completely disappeared, Conan slumped in his chair, staring at the swaying light bulb on the ceiling, and suddenly let out a laugh that sounded worse than crying.

He once thought he was a famous detective in the Kanto region, the savior of the Metropolitan Police Department, and someone that criminals would fear.

But now, reality has given him a harsh slap in the face.

Not only could she not protect herself, but she even dragged her father down with her.

Thinking back to Yusaku's repeated instructions to him, and his own confident answer, he felt a pang of sadness.

At that moment, Conan felt extremely regretful, realizing he had been incredibly arrogant!

Observation room.

Shiraishi E raised an eyebrow, watched the scene unfold, and said with great surprise, "Seriously? You're really planning to go this far?"

He glanced back at Yusaku Kudo.

The "Yusaku Kudo" covered in "blood" was actually a stuntman hired by Yukiko to impersonate him.

It has to be said that although he is not very famous, his acting skills are really top-notch.

They completely fooled Conan.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Conan has been repeatedly "bleeding" and frequently injected with "unknown drugs" during this period, which has caused him to become listless and lose his usual ability to observe.

The so-called blood draws and drug injections are all scams.

Several needle pricks were made, but only a few drops of blood were drawn. They simply tampered with the props to make Conan mistakenly believe that he had been bled.

The injected medications were all saline solution and various colored nutritional supplements.

Yusaku Kudo inflicted mental torture on Conan, but not much physical torture.

As for the slaps the actor just gave me, that wasn't torture; it was humiliation.

"It's alright, it's alright." Yusaku smiled and said, as if the person on the other end of the interrogation room wasn't his own son.

He pushed up his glasses and said calmly, "He won't learn his lesson unless we give him some drastic measures. Shinichi's life has been too smooth so far."

Emi Shiraishi agrees with this.

Shinichi Kudo was born into a wealthy family. His parents were not only outstanding, but they also did a very good job in educating him. In addition, he also had the talent of a detective.

It can be said that from birth, they directly surpassed 99.9% of their peers.

Before meeting Gin, Shinichi's life had been smooth sailing, without any setbacks.

Aside from being cautious during the time he was Conan, he pretty much let himself go the rest of the time.

And just then, Yukiko returned.

She tore off the FBI's mask, put her hands on her hips, and said with a refreshed air, "Hmm~~ That slap really felt good! I've wanted to slap this kid for a long time, but I just couldn't find a reason!"

This made Shiraishi E feel sorry for Conan.

He's really in for a rough time with these two playful parents.

(End of this chapter)