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

Chapter 443 Conan: Am I a guinea pig? (2 updates)
Forty minutes later, Shiraishi E finally escaped from the hotel.

Miwako Sato didn't really intend to make things difficult for him; she simply made him write a guarantee and gave him a half-hour lecture on traffic safety regulations.

Then she was so tired that she just lay down and went to sleep.

"Ha, she even dared to boast that she would detain me for two hours, but she couldn't even last an hour." Shiraishi E shook her head, feeling deep contempt for Sato Miwako's dishonest behavior!
When he returned to the scene of the crime, he found that the police tape had been removed and the police had all left.

"Tsk, that was quick." He reached the doorway, saw the bored Conan, and greeted him, "Yo, Detective, you've solved it already?"

"Of course! This kind of case is no challenge for me at all!" Conan snorted twice and then teased, "But you, you were taken away by Officer Sato for a lecture right away."

"Isn't that right? He got a pretty bad lesson." Shiraishi E smiled, thinking that Conan wouldn't understand this kind of charm.

"How can you still laugh?" Conan was speechless. He'd been arrested and given a lecture, and he was still laughing!

"Let's go, let's go, I'll take you to do some serious business!" Shiraishi E waved her hand, signaling Conan to stop talking nonsense and come with her.

Conan was taken aback, then followed: "What important matter is it?"

Shiraishi E winked mysteriously: "You'll find out when you come with me."

Conan stared at him suspiciously, feeling that this guy was up to something again. But if he didn't go, he would definitely miss something.

After Conan and Shiraishi E got into the car and settled in, they drove towards the main road.

"Aren't you worried about getting caught again?" Conan couldn't help but marvel at the other person's audacity; he had just been caught, and now he was continuing to commit crimes against the wind.

"What's there to be afraid of? Just use a fake identity to deal with it when the time comes," Shiraishi E said with amusement. "And you call yourself a detective."

Conan had just opened his mouth to speak when he noticed that the other person suddenly picked up something and sprayed it at him twice.

By the time he came to his senses, he had already inhaled quite a bit.

"Hmm... what did you spray on me?" He frowned, not liking the feeling.

"Let you get a good night's sleep. We'll be there when you wake up," Shiraishi said as she drove.

"Next time you can be more generous and don't resort to these sneak attacks," Conan complained, then felt sleepiness creeping in.

He couldn't resist the sleepiness at all and soon fell asleep.

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Conan gradually regained consciousness, and the blinding white light in front of him made him squint.

He tried to raise his arms to shield himself, but found that he could not move his hands.

He looked around and found that not only his hands were restrained, but his feet were too!

Most importantly, she was completely naked except for a piece of cloth covering her private parts.

"Hmm...where am I?" Conan struggled to focus his vision and found himself lying on an operating table, his body covered in electrodes.

Surrounded by various sophisticated medical instruments, the data on the screens kept changing.

A faint smell of disinfectant filled the air, and the soft hum of machinery could be heard in the ears.

"Awake?" a familiar voice called out.

Conan turned his head and saw Shiraishi E standing to the side, holding a tablet computer and recording data. He was wearing a clean white lab coat and looked like a serious researcher—if it weren't for the faint smirk on his lips.

"Shiraishi...?" Conan frowned, his voice still a little hoarse. "What's going on?"

Shiraishi E didn't even look up, her fingers swiping across the tablet: "Record your body data and see how the antidote works."

"Antidote?!" Conan's eyes widened instantly upon hearing the name, and he immediately snapped back to reality: "You mean—the antidote for APTX4869?!"

Shiraishi E then looked up at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Otherwise what? Did you think I was giving you a medical checkup?"

Conan's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

He struggled to sit up, but Shiraishi E gently pressed him back down: "Don't move around, or the data will be inaccurate if the electrode falls off."

"Oh my god!! Where's the antidote? Give it to me now!" Conan's voice trembled with excitement, his eyes fixed on Shiraishi E, afraid that he might change his mind at any moment.

Shiraishi E chuckled, took a small capsule out of her pocket, and waved it in front of Conan: "Just one, don't waste it."

Without saying a word, Conan grabbed it and swallowed it whole, without even drinking any water.

"Cough cough...!" He choked a little, but he didn't care about that, he just nervously felt the changes in his body.

At first, I didn't feel anything.

Wait a while longer, and still nothing changes.

"Hey, could it be fake?" Conan looked at Shiraishi E suspiciously.

Shiraishi E said, "What's the rush? The medicine needs time to take effect—"

Before he could finish speaking, Conan's expression suddenly changed.

"Well……!"

A strong burning sensation spread from my stomach, as if flames were burning in my blood vessels.

His bones made a faint "crackling" sound, his muscles felt like they were being pulled by an invisible hand, and every inch of his skin was experiencing tearing pain.

"Ugh—!" He couldn't help but groan, his fingers gripping the edge of the operating table so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Shiraishi E stood calmly to the side, her eyes fixed on the data changes on the instruments, occasionally making a few notes—of course, these actions were all under Ai's command on the other end of the earpiece.

"Increased heart rate...changes in bone density...muscle tissue remodeling..."

The pain lasted less than a minute, but to Conan it felt like an eternity.

Finally, as the last wave of excruciating pain subsided, he gasped for breath and slowly opened his eyes—

"I... changed back?"

He raised his hand, which was no longer the short fingers of a child, but the long and strong palm of a teenager.

He touched his face; the touch was both familiar and strange.

"Shinichi Kudo, welcome back." Shiraishi E handed over a mirror.

The reflection in the mirror revealed her original appearance—disheveled black hair, sharp eyes, and a slight upturn of her lips in ecstasy.

"Hahahaha! I'm back!!" Shinichi couldn't help but burst into laughter, and even tried to jump off the operating table, but was held down by Shiraishi E.

"Don't get too excited," Shiraishi E poured cold water on the situation. "This is only temporary, and it's unclear how long it will last."

"What?!" Shinichi's laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes widening. "Temporary? Can't a permanent antidote be developed?"

While drawing his blood, Shiraishi E casually said, "I still want to become a god. Guess whether I don't want to, or whether I can't?"

Shinichi choked, then awkwardly touched his nose: "Uh...sorry, I got too excited."

"I understand." Shiraishi E put away the blood collection tube and said calmly, "After all, anyone would go crazy after holding it in for so long."

Shinichi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down: "Then... how long can this last?"

Shiraishi E curled the corners of her lips: "I don't know, it depends on your performance."

Shinichi was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant, and his lips twitched: "...So I'm a guinea pig?"

Shiraishi patted him on the shoulder with a bright smile: "Congratulations, you got it right."

Shinichi sighed, but quickly rallied—at least there was a chance to recover, which was better than no hope at all.

Taking advantage of his good mood, Shiraishi suddenly asked, "By the way, how's Hattori doing?"

When Heiji was mentioned, Shinichi's smile faded slightly, and he sighed, "He was sent back to Osaka by the organization and is investigating some corrupt police officers within the Osaka Prefectural Police."

"Oh?" Shiraishi E raised an eyebrow: "The organization cares about this?"

"On the surface, it's about fighting crime, but in reality, it's about eliminating the power of our rivals." Shinichi smiled wryly. "Heiji... simply can't refuse this kind of mission that's bursting with a sense of justice."

Shiraishi nodded: "The organization is very good at manipulating people's hearts."

Shinichi clenched his fist, a hint of self-reproach flashing in his eyes: "I'm the one who dragged him into this, but there's nothing I can do now..."

Shiraishi E glanced at him and suddenly said, "If you want to help, you can investigate someone."

"Who?" Shinichi immediately looked up.

“Kenzo Masuyama,” Ei Shiraishi said slowly. “Organization codename 'Pisco,' a veteran member.”

Mingmei's investigation into him has made little progress.

Indeed, professional tasks should be left to professionals.

Shinichi's eyes lit up instantly, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Leave it to me! I can even find out the color of his underwear!"

Shiraishi E believed the other party had the ability; after all, talent is something you're born with or you're not.

Shinichi stared at him, then suddenly asked, "But... how do you know so much about the organization's internal affairs?"

Shiraishi E smiled without saying a word, only winking mysteriously: "You'll find out later."

Shinichi wanted to ask more questions, but suddenly, a strong burning sensation struck him again!
"Ugh—!" He suddenly arched his back, his heart pounding wildly, his bones making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

"Oh no, the drug's effects have worn off!" Shiraishi E immediately pressed him down.

In less than ten seconds, Shinichi Kudo's body rapidly shrank, transforming back into Conan Edogawa.

He collapsed on the operating table, panting heavily, his whole body soaked in sweat, as if he had just finished a marathon.

"Is it... over?" he asked weakly.

Shiraishi E didn't answer, but simply picked up the anesthetic spray next to her and gently sprayed it on his face.

Before Conan could react, everything went black, and he fell asleep again.

Shiraishi E skillfully helped him put on his clothes. At that moment, the door to the observation room was pushed open, and Ai walked in quickly, her face showing rare excitement.

"The data is perfect!" She took the tablet, her eyes shining as she looked at the charts. "We have blood samples too! This time, we're sure to advance the research!"

Seeing that she was engrossed in her research, Shiraishi E decided not to disturb her any longer: "Okay, you go ahead with your work, I'll take him back first."

Xiao Ai waved her hand without looking up, completely immersed in the world of data.

Shiraishi E carried Conan away from the laboratory and drove to the Kudo residence.

(End of this chapter)