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

Chapter 414 Conan: Give me the truth serum!! (1st update)
In Shimabukuro Kimie's living room, Heiji sat on the tatami mat, grimacing. His right eye was so swollen he could barely open it, and blood was still seeping from the wound at the corner of his mouth, making him look like a flattened persimmon.

"Oh my god! Heiji, how did you get hurt like this!" Kazuha rushed over with a first-aid kit and hurriedly began to apply medicine to him. She was so nervous and worried that her fingers trembled as she touched the bruises on Heiji's face.

"Ouch—be gentle, be gentle!" Heiji jerked back, which aggravated the gunshot wound on his shoulder, causing him to gasp in pain.

He grimaced and complained, "Couldn't you be a little gentler? It didn't hurt this much when the shrine maiden took the bullet out of me!"

"Huh?" Kazuha suddenly stopped moving.

She narrowed her eyes, pressing the cotton swab firmly against Heiji's forehead wound: "Oh? Is that so?"

"Awooo!!!" Heiji jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, yelling, "Toyama Kazuha! Are you trying to murder me?!"

"Murder?" Kazuha sneered, grabbed his collar and dragged him back, saying, "I'm just applying medicine for you! How could it be murder?"

As he spoke, he poured some more disinfectant onto the wound on his face.

"Aaaaaah! Stop! Stop! Stop!" Heiji pounded the floor in pain, tears streaming down his face. He pleaded, "I can do it myself! I can do it myself, okay?!"

Without saying a word, Kazuha used a grappling technique to pin Heiji down on the tatami mat.

She pressed her knee against his back, and smeared cotton swabs across his face like paint, saying, "Didn't you complain that I was too rough? Didn't you think the shrine maiden was gentle? Isn't that gentle enough now?"

"I was wrong! I was wrong, okay?!" Heiji's face was pressed against the mat, his voice muffled: "Kazuha, let me go right now!!"

Shiraishi E changed into clean clothes, sat at a low table, and slowly sipped her tea.

He was speechless at the farce unfolding before him.

This kid, who took over a dozen punches from vodka without begging for mercy, is now completely subdued by Kazuha.
"Um... do you need any help?" Shimabukuro Kimie walked over with a hot towel, her expression somewhat subtle as she looked at Heiji, who was being rubbed against the ground.

"No need!" He Ye didn't even look up, and tightened her grip even more: "This kind of ungrateful bastard deserves to be taught a lesson!"

Heiji thrashed about like a fish out of water: "Shiraishi! Help me!"

Shiraishi E pretended not to hear, and turned to Shimabukuro Kimie, saying, "Pretend you didn't see the person I just brought back."

Shimabukuro Kimie knew what she should and shouldn't know: "Um, I didn't see anything."

"You two!!" Heiji's wail interrupted their conversation: "Don't just stand by and watch me die!!"

Kazuha finally vented her anger, let go of his hand, and shoved the first-aid kit into Heiji's arms: "Apply the rest yourself!"

She walked angrily to the window and sat down.

Heiji rubbed his sore shoulder and muttered under his breath, "I'm the one who's injured, so why does it look like I bullied her?"

Then, he tried to apply the medicine to himself, but the slightest movement caused his face to twitch in pain.

Just then, he saw Conan walking over from the storage room and exclaimed, "Hey, Conan! Come here and put some medicine on me!!"

"You do it yourself! I don't have time!" Conan refused outright.

He was focused on getting crucial clues out of Vodka, so he had no time to apply medicine to Heiji.

"Brother Shiraishi, he's awake... Can you help me?" He couldn't wait to ask Shiraishi E to come with him to the warehouse.

“Okay.” Shiraishi Ei also wanted to get away from this troublesome place, so she went with Conan.

The two went to the storage room.

Inside the storeroom, Vodka was bound hand and foot to a wooden chair, the ropes digging deep into his muscular physique. His eyes were blindfolded and his mouth was stuffed with a rag.

Conan pushed up his reflective glasses and switched the voice changer on his bow tie to Heiji's voice.

"First question!" Conan's voice came through the voice changer: "What kind of human experiments is your organization conducting?"

Only after asking the question did he remove the rag from the other man's mouth. Vodka scoffed, his fat twitching: "Kid, you want to know? I'm not telling you!"

Conan frowned even more deeply and stepped forward: "What kind of poison do you usually use? Who developed it?"

"Ha!" Vodka suddenly burst into laughter, making the chair creak. "I advise you to release me right now, or you'll all be dead when my older brother arrives!"

Conan, unwilling to give up, continued to press, "Was that drug independently developed by your organization?"

"Nonsense!" Vodka proudly raised his head. "Besides our organization, which laboratory in the world has this kind of technology?"

Over the next half hour, Conan asked more than a dozen questions in different ways, but Vodka either remained silent with a cold laugh or responded with harsh words.

Conan's patience was wearing thin, and veins were popping out on his forehead.

He gestured for Shiraishi E to follow him out of the storage room, and after closing the door, he said irritably, "Damn it, I asked her for so long, and not a single thing was useful!"

He looked at Shiraishi E, his eyes behind his glasses flashing dangerously: "Do you have any truth serum? Give this guy a shot! He'll tell you everything!"

Shiraishi E said irritably, "Where are we going to get truth serum on this deserted island?"

Conan scratched his head in frustration, muttering under his breath, "Damn it. We finally caught a big fish."

Shiraishi E had to remind him, "Don't go too far. Don't forget that Heiji still has to work in that organization."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Conan's head. His expression froze instantly, then he let out a long sigh: "You're right. I was too hasty."

He kicked the ground in frustration. "It's such a waste to let this opportunity slip by like this."

Shiraishi E suggested, "You don't necessarily have to fight this big oaf. You can try to find out what Vermouth is thinking."

Conan's eyes widened suddenly, followed by a flash of realization.

He slapped his thigh excitedly: "That's right! And Vermouth too!!"

Just then, a voice came from behind again: "What do you want?"

Conan was startled. He turned around and saw Vermouth walking towards him. He said in surprise, "You...when did you get here?"

“While you’re interrogating him inside,” Vermouth said, looking at Conan with a half-smile, “boy, what do you want to ask? If I can answer you, I can.”

"However, after that... you have to let me take that big oaf inside with me."

"Okay!" Conan readily agreed.

The other henchmen can be killed, but Vodka is clearly Gin's right-hand man, so he can't be killed indiscriminately!

Keeping it is pointless; we might as well use it to solve a few problems.

He asked eagerly, "What kind of poison do they often use?"

“APTX4869,” Vermouth answered without the slightest hesitation.

Who developed this drug?

“Shirley… was a member of our organization, but she has now defected. If you want to find her, you’ll have to find that ruthless bandit, Azu.”

What kind of human experiments are you conducting?

"An improved version of APTX4869".

"..."

Through this question and answer session, Conan finally gained some understanding of the Black Organization and was no longer completely clueless as before.

(End of this chapter)