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

Chapter 472 Yukiko "Kidnapped" (2nd Update)
Shiraishi E left Hoshino Terumi's side and placed the empty glass on the waiter's tray.

He grabbed another glass of champagne to moisten his throat, and in that brief moment, he saw several producers in the corner urging a young actress to drink.

The girl forced a smile, but accepted all offers.

Emi Shiraishi didn't foolishly try to be a hero.

If you stand on someone's body with your hands and feet, they would have run away long ago if they didn't like it.

Since she chose to stay, it means she was prepared.

If you really don't want to be subjected to unspoken rules, then you'll end up like Hoshino Terumi, completely isolated.

If nothing unexpected happens, we'll soon see Talking Tom playing four trumpets and two rows of violins.

Thinking about this, Shiraishi Emitsu felt a surge of emotion.

These guys who are living a good life are truly freaks!
That's quite a fancy way to play!

"Sorry to keep you waiting." At that moment, a familiar voice rang in his ears.

As she turned around, she saw Yukiko walking towards her in a backless dress. Her blonde hair, styled in a bun, shone brightly under the lights, but her eyes, which always held a smile, seemed very dim.

"The deal fell through?" Shiraishi asked.

"Yeah~~~ They're all a bunch of greedy bastards." Yukiko muttered, took the champagne from his hand, and drank it all in one gulp!

A satisfied expression appeared on her face, and she exclaimed, "Ah~~ I'm alive again! I haven't had much water all night, I was so thirsty!"

"If you hadn't drunk it, I wouldn't have dared to drink it."

Yukiko put down her glass, picked up another glass of champagne, and held it to Shiraishi E's lips, indicating whether he had drugged her.

"That dangerous?" Shiraishi E said, taking a sip of champagne.

After carefully feeling it, he nodded to indicate that there was no problem.

“This kind of thing happens all the time, so I usually don’t touch the food at these private parties,” Yukiko explained before finishing her glass of champagne in one gulp.

It was then that Shiraishi E truly understood how difficult it was to work in the entertainment industry.

"Let's go, it's all done." Yukiko put down her cup, took his arm, and walked towards the door.

During the journey, she asked, "What was that commotion about? I saw paramedics carrying Producer Matsumoto out."

Shiraishi E noticed the envious and hostile gazes directed at her from all around, and said, "That producer is dead. I heard he had a sudden heart attack... He was lying on the ground, struggled a couple of times, and then he was gone."

"That guy is finally dead~~" Yukiko was overjoyed. If there weren't so many people around, she would have applauded and praised him.

She made no attempt to hide her disgust, saying, "Not a single one of those guys is innocent!!"

Shiraishi E observed Yukiko's rare loss of composure with great interest.

He chuckled softly, "I didn't expect you to hate these people so much... Do you need me to take care of them for you?"

Yukiko, contrary to her usual self, said without hesitation, "If it's possible, that would be the best!"

"If you really do that, then I'll thank you on behalf of all the young people ruined by this industry!"

Shiraishi E said nothing more... Since people were going to be targeted anyway, she might as well target these film and television personnel.

I wonder if Terumi Hoshino has the guts to do something like that.

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The next morning.

Yusaku slowly opened his eyes. The glaring sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, making him instinctively raise his hand to shield his eyes.

His head felt heavy and dizzy, as if filled with lead, and his throat was dry and painful.

He instinctively tried to get up, but found that his limbs were limp and he couldn't muster any strength.

"Where...is this?" He frowned and looked around.

This is a small rented room with slightly yellowed walls. In the corner, there are a few old magazines and unopened instant noodles.

A faint scent of cheap perfume filled the air, mixed with a certain indescribable sweetness.

He turned his head sharply and found the stylish woman lying next to him.

The other person was completely naked, and I was also naked!
This made Yusaku's heart sink, realizing that he had made a mistake!
At this moment, his memories gradually returned—

Yesterday, after parting ways with Shiraishi E, Ran, and Sonoko, he followed this fashionable woman back to the rented apartment and met her "starving" younger siblings.

There were indeed two children in the room, a little girl of seven or eight years old and a little boy of five or six years old, both wearing faded clothes, looking at him timidly.

Yusaku's initial anger dissipated considerably, and he even felt some sympathy for them. He was even considering letting the matter drop and no longer caring why they had schemed against him.

After all, everyone is just trying to make a living, and it's not easy.

However, he never expected that the cup of tea the little girl handed him... contained a drug!

"Damn it..." Yusaku rubbed his temples, trying to suppress the dizziness.

He glanced at the stylish woman beside him, who had also woken up, and his expression was not good: "Don't you owe me an explanation?"

Upon seeing Yuzaku's gloomy expression, the fashionable beauty immediately shrank back, her eyes instantly reddening: "I'm...I'm sorry!"

Her voice trembled with tears: "That cup of tea...that cup of tea was meant to deal with bad guys! My sister...she must have taken the wrong one!"

Yusaku stared at her, his anger gradually subsiding.

He was pondering whether to expose her identity directly or continue acting.
Just then, his phone rang.

Yusaku looked down and found his clothes scattered on the ground, and his cell phone buzzing in his pants pocket.

He reached up and pulled up his pants, then took out his phone and saw the caller ID—Conan.

connected.

"Hey." When Yusaku spoke, he realized that his voice sounded inexplicably guilty.

Fortunately, Conan wasn't paying attention to these subtle differences at the moment.

He said anxiously, "Dad! Mom didn't come home last night! She didn't leave a message, and I can't get through to her on the phone!"

Yusaku's heart sank.

Yukiko... has disappeared?

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind in an instant—kidnapping? Accident? Or...an organization?
He forced himself to calm down, and said in a steady voice, "Don't panic, I'll go find someone to ask right now."

After hanging up, he immediately dialed another number—Rum's assistant.

After the call connected, Yuzuo got straight to the point: "Sir, please help me with something. My wife went missing last night."

However, the other party's answer sent chills down his spine—

“No need to investigate, Mr. Kudo.” Rum’s assistant’s voice carried a hint of mockery: “It was us who did it.”

Yusaku was stunned.

Good news: The kidnappers have been found.

The bad news: They definitely intend to use this to blackmail me.

“Mr. Yusaku,” Secretary Rum said unhurriedly, “just a reminder, you’ve been getting too close to the FBI lately.”

Yuzaku was silent for two seconds, then understood the other party's intention.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

“It’s simple.” Rum’s assistant’s voice remained calm: “Give the FBI an address—Gin’s hideout. Of course, it’s fake.”

Yuzaku's pupils contracted slightly: "You're setting a trap?"

"Smart." The other party smiled with satisfaction. "As long as you cooperate, your wife will naturally be safe and sound."

Yusaku's breathing quickened slightly; he knew he had no other choice now.

“…Okay.” He finally agreed through gritted teeth.

After hanging up the phone, Yusaku let out a deep breath, took out a cigarette from his pocket, but couldn't find a lighter, which made him even more frustrated!

The stylish woman beside him cautiously leaned closer and offered him a lighter: "Are you... alright?"

Yusaku glanced at her, not wanting to say anything more, but at that moment he really needed to confide in someone.

“My wife has been kidnapped,” he whispered, “and I… have to do something that could kill a lot of people.”

The woman was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "So... will you do as they say?"

Yusaku stared at the cigarette burning between his fingers, his eyes unfathomable amidst the swirling smoke.

“I don’t know,” he finally said.

But in truth, he knew perfectly well—

He had no choice at all.

(End of this chapter)