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Chapter 476 Conan: You're the one who corrupted my dad? (2 updates)
Even late at night, the lights at the Kudo residence were still on.

Conan was curled up on the sofa in the living room, his glasses reflecting the dim light of the television, but he wasn't watching it at all.

He repeatedly picked up his phone and put it down, his gaze occasionally sweeping towards the doorway.

Why isn't Dad back yet?

Just as he was about to make the call, he finally heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.

"Dad!" Conan immediately jumped off the sofa and rushed to greet him.

Yuzuo pushed open the door and entered, his face showing no sign of fatigue, but rather radiant with energy!

He took off his coat and casually hung it on the coat rack before looking at his anxious son and asking, "Still not asleep?"

"Has there been any news from Mom?" Conan stared intently into his father's eyes, his voice filled with suppressed urgency.

Yusaku paused for a moment, then gently patted Conan's head, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Yes, found it."

Conan's eyes lit up: "Where is she? Is she safe?"

“She’s been kidnapped by the organization,” Yusaku told the truth.

This can no longer be kept secret; we have no choice but to tell the truth.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

Conan's pupils suddenly contracted, and the color drained from his face: "...What?"

Yusaku gestured for Conan to return to the living room to speak.

He walked over to the sofa, poured himself a glass of water, and spoke as calmly as if he were discussing tomorrow's weather: "The organization wants to use your mother to threaten me and force me to turn against the FBI."

Conan's brain raced, and he immediately understood the stakes involved—if his father really betrayed the FBI, he would not only lose the trust of Interpol, but might even be listed as a wanted criminal!
And if you refuse...

Instantly, he felt a sinking feeling in his heart, realizing that the situation was extremely bad!
He was about to say something when he noticed that his elderly father remained calm and composed, showing no signs of panic.

Conan immediately realized that the other party had a plan, and he quickly asked, "Dad, you have a plan, right? What are you going to do?"

Yusaku did not answer directly, but slowly took out a black pistol from his pocket and gently placed it on the coffee table.

The sound of metal colliding with glass was particularly jarring in the quiet living room.

Conan's breath hitched: "Dad... what are you doing?!"

“Have a proper ‘communication’ with them.” Yuzaku’s tone remained calm, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he said, “There are some things that cannot be done.”

This greatly shocked Conan!

He never expected that his wise and composed father would choose such a radical approach!

Conan jumped to his feet, his voice almost out of control: "No! Using vigilante justice is a crime! If you kill someone, how are you any different from those criminals?!"

Yuzaku looked up at his son, his gaze deep.

He knew that changing a person's mind was difficult, let alone a smart one!

So instead of lecturing or arguing, he asked in return: "Then what do you think I should do? How can I rescue Yukiko without killing her?"

This question made Conan open his mouth, but he was speechless for a moment.

Negotiation? The organization wouldn't even consider it.

—Seek help from the police? Ordinary police officers have no chance against an organized crime group.

—Relying on the FBI? The FBI kills too!!

Seeing Conan fall silent, Yusaku sighed softly and reached out to ruffle his hair: "You're still young, there are some things you don't understand. Not everyone in this world will reason with you."

Conan clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms: "But... there must be other ways!"

Yuzaku stood up, picked up his pistol, and said in a gentle but undeniable tone, "If you can think of a solution that satisfies both sides, let me know anytime. If possible, I don't want to resort to such methods."

After saying that, he turned and went upstairs, his figure gradually disappearing into the dimly lit corridor.

Conan was the only one left in the living room.

He slumped onto the sofa, clutching his head in his hands, his mind racing—he had to find a way to save his mother without getting his father bloodied!
Time ticked by, and the sky outside the window gradually turned white. Conan's temples throbbed, but he couldn't think of a perfect solution that wouldn't harm anyone.

He could get the police and FBI to control the people in those organizations, but he couldn't stop these desperate criminals from fighting back!
He closed his eyes in pain, experiencing for the first time the cruelty of reality!

When the enemy tramples on all rules, those who uphold the bottom line become the weak!
Just then, light footsteps came from upstairs.

Yuzaku woke up, changed his clothes, and went downstairs.

"Good morning, Conan... Didn't you sleep all night?" He went downstairs and headed towards the kitchen.

“…Hmm.” Conan nodded and followed. He wanted to dissuade the other person from using violence, but he didn’t know how to do so.

What's more, the hostage is his own mother!!
This made Conan even more flustered and at a loss.

Yusaku didn't try to persuade Conan; instead, he let Conan figure it out himself.

When he was young, he also admired Sherlock Holmes, thinking that Holmes was a legend of deduction, who could calmly and rationally solve every murder case, which was very admirable and inspiring.

But as he grew older and gained more experience, he came to appreciate detective Poirot even more—a man with flesh and blood, with his own joys and sorrows.

In order to stop the murder, Detective Poirot killed the murderer with his own hands, turning himself into a murderer and becoming the kind of person he had fought against and hated his whole life!
Of course, Yusaku sometimes feels that he might not be smart enough to come up with a perfect solution to his current predicament.

After making two simple sandwiches, Yusaku handed one to Conan, ate it himself with milk, tidied up the kitchen, and then prepared to leave.

Conan finally couldn't sit still any longer. He chased after him and asked, "Dad, where are you going?"

"Let's practice our shooting... It's been so many years since I've practiced, I'm a bit rusty." Yusaku smiled, then extended an invitation: "Would you like to come along?"

Conan was somewhat reluctant to accept the invitation, but eventually nodded in agreement.

Unable to provide an answer, he could only follow his father's advice.

After all... the person who was kidnapped was his mother!

He can't just abandon his efforts to save his mother because of his own beliefs, can he?

Let's get them back first. As for what happens next... we'll think about that later!

Yusaku was very happy that Conan came along. He was glad that his son was not a rigid person and knew how to be flexible!
So he took Conan into the car and drove to the abandoned factory area, eventually stopping in front of a rusty warehouse.

"Get out of the car." Yusaku turned off the engine and turned to look at Conan in the passenger seat.

Conan pushed up his glasses, frowned, and looked around: "Dad, what exactly are you taking me to see?"

Yusaku didn't answer, but simply took out a key and walked towards the warehouse door.

As the heavy iron gate slowly opened, a smell of metal and machine oil wafted out.

Snapped--

The moment the lights came on, Conan's pupils contracted sharply.

The entire warehouse was filled with weapons.

From floor to ceiling, assault rifles, sniper rifles, submachine guns, and even rocket launchers and boxes of grenades are neatly arranged.

In the corner, several military-grade bulletproof vests and night vision equipment emitted a cold light.

"W-What...what?" Conan's voice trembled, and his eyes widened. "Dad, how did you get these contraband items?"

He, a law-abiding citizen, finds it hard to accept that his father is a lawless outlaw!

“Thanks to your friend,” Yusaku casually picked up an HK416 to check the bolt, saying, “He gave it to me for free.”

"Friends?" Conan was taken aback, then his expression changed drastically. "Could it be that—"

The roar of the engine suddenly interrupted him.

A silver sports car drifted to a stop in front of the warehouse. The door opened, and Shiraishi Ei strolled in leisurely.

Upon seeing Conan, he exclaimed in surprise, "Oh? You're here too!"

Conan now understood what was going on.

He clenched his fist instantly, and said with dissatisfaction, "So it was you who corrupted my dad!!"

"Leading them astray?" Shiraishi E exaggeratedly clutched her chest. "That's really hurtful. I've been generously providing weapons for free!"

"You didn't even say thank you, and you're already criticizing my dad later?"

“…” Conan opened his mouth, only to find that he couldn’t refute it!

The one I made... seems... indeed... not very authentic.

He loosened his fist and said with a bitter and helpless tone, "Okay, I was too excited... I should thank you."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Conan saw another person get off the car.

"Uncle Mori!" he exclaimed in shock.

He watched as Kogoro Mouri got out of the passenger seat, ran to the side, and vomited violently. Then, he looked at E Shiraishi with disbelief and asked, "Why did you bring this guy along?"

(End of this chapter)