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Chapter 482 Conan: Is Shiraishi an experimental subject? (2 updates)
The battle finally ended, and only heavy breathing could be heard in the smoke-filled corridor.

Conan carefully climbed down the ventilation duct, dusted himself off, and scratched his head somewhat awkwardly: "Um...sorry, Shiraishi, Gin was moving around, that's why I missed."

Shiraishi E remained silent with a cold expression, only beckoning him with her finger.

Although Conan felt uneasy, he still gritted his teeth and went over.

“Snap! Snap!”

Two crisp slaps echoed in the corridor. Shiraishi E, her face grim, said, enunciating each word clearly, "Next time you shoot randomly, I'll castrate you with the first shot!!"

Conan covered his burning cheek, chuckled dryly, and took two steps back: "No, no... let's check on the two of them first!"

Shiraishi E snorted coldly and turned to walk towards Kudo Yusaku and Mouri Kogoro, who were lying on the ground.

Although Yusaku was still conscious, he was clearly seriously injured, with bruises all over his face and bloodstains at the corner of his mouth.

"Cough, I can still move." Yusaku struggled to sit up, but then looked troubled. "But Kogoro has fainted. I'm afraid I can't manage on my own."

He looked around and added, "And we also need to bring Gin. Yukiko is still in their hands, and we need her as a hostage."

"Let me do it!" Conan took out the temporary antidote given to him by Shiraishi E and was about to swallow it when...

Shiraishi E bent down, grabbed Kogoro Mouri with one hand and hoisted him onto her shoulder, while with the other hand she lifted the unconscious Gin like a sack.

"You're taking the antidote just for this?" he said speechlessly. "Let's go!"

Yusaku and Conan stared in disbelief at the scene.

Kogoro Mouri weighs at least 70 kilograms, and with Gin, who is of similar size, Shiraishi E effortlessly carried both of them as if nothing had happened!

"This is too exaggerated," Yusaku muttered to himself, then smiled wryly, "Now I finally understand why he was able to defeat Gin."

Conan pushed up his glasses and added in a low voice, "And that was after I fired two tranquilizer darts at him."

Shiraishi E turned around and glared at them: "If you don't leave now, you'll be surrounded by reinforcements!"

The three of them immediately sprang into action.

Although Yusaku was injured, he could still walk, and Conan was responsible for scouting ahead.

They chose a safe passage unaffected by the explosion and carefully retreated to the 12th floor.

Along the way, Shiraishi E's figure carrying two people was particularly eye-catching.

His steps were steady and powerful, showing no signs of fatigue.

When he occasionally encounters a corner, he can flexibly adjust his posture to avoid obstacles.

"He's practically a human crane," Conan couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

After a difficult climb through several floors, they finally arrived safely at their guest room on the 12th floor.

Shiraishi E gently placed the two "goods" on the ground before letting out a long sigh of relief.

Yusaku leaned against the wall, panting, took out a cigarette, lit it, and said dejectedly, "This is really tough..."

"Yeah...it's really tough!" Conan nodded in empathy.

“The hardest part is yet to come,” Shiraishi E suddenly said in a deep voice. He walked to the window, pulled back a corner of the curtain, and gestured for them to look down.

More than a dozen police cars had gathered outside the hotel, their flashing lights turning the night sky a mix of red and blue.

"With such a commotion here, the Imperial Hotel will probably be completely sealed off soon!" Shiraishi E said, frowning. "The police will soon launch a floor-by-floor search, and once they find this place..."

He didn't continue, but Yusaku and Conan's expressions turned extremely ugly.

The three of them looked at the unconscious Gin in unison—this tall, silver-haired man was simply too conspicuous to hide.

Yusaku rubbed his temples, feeling his head throb even more.
Conan, at a loss for what to do, started spouting nonsense: "How about... stuffing him in the closet? Or in the bathtub?" Yusaku and Shiraishi E didn't even bother to answer, choosing to ignore Conan's ramblings!

There was a brief silence in the room.

Finally, Yusaku turned to Shiraishi E for help: "Shiraishi-kun, do you have a solution?"

Shiraishi E frowned and thought for a moment, then reluctantly said, "There is a way, but we have to pay a price!"

"I'm willing to pay any price!" Yusaku answered without hesitation. "Money, favors, anything!"

Shiraishi E waved her hand: "Never mind, we're friends, I'll help you with this."

He walked over to Gin and easily hoisted him onto his shoulder: "I'll take him away, but these weapons..."

He pointed to the scattered guns and said, "You'll have to figure out how to deal with them yourselves."

Yuzuru breathed a sigh of relief and bowed repeatedly: "Thank you so much!!! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to go so smoothly this time."

Shiraishi E had already reached the door when she heard this and turned back, saying, "There's nothing I can do; it's what I do know about him."

He gestured towards Conan with his lip, "Now that we know each other, we can't not help!"

After saying that, he adjusted the position of the gin on his shoulder and left the room as easily as if he were carrying a sack of rice.

The moment the door closed, Yusaku let out a long sigh of relief, slumped onto the sofa, and began to puff on his cigarette.

"Conan," Yusaku wiped the sweat from his brow and said meaningfully, "You should really be grateful you have such a friend!"

Conan stared at the closed door, nodding with a complex expression. "Yes, having him around is truly a blessing."

His voice gradually lowered as he recalled what had happened, saying, "If it weren't for him, I probably would have died countless times by now."

At this point, Conan suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

He recalled how Shiraishi E had saved him from danger several times in the past, while he always ended up causing him trouble—like those two anesthetic needles that went astray today.

What frustrated him most was that he could never seem to find a suitable way to repay the other party.

"Dad," Conan suddenly looked up and asked, "How do you think we should thank Mr. Shiraishi?"

Yuzaku shook his head with a wry smile: "Someone like him probably wouldn't even look at ordinary thank-you gifts."

He added thoughtfully, "Perhaps the best way to repay him is to see what he likes."

"What do you like?" Upon hearing this, Conan couldn't help but picture the other person with Ran on one side and Sonoko on the other.

He thought to himself: This guy probably likes beautiful women!
"Oh, right," Conan suddenly remembered something and said, "Dad, don't you think Shiraishi's body is a bit special? He was given two tranquilizer darts by me!"

"Not only did he act like nothing was wrong, but he also pinned Gin down!"

"He's not even human!"

“Yes, his situation… is rather special.” Yusaku said, puffing on his cigarette and squinting slightly. “In addition, he has connections with those organizations, and it seems they are hostile to him.”

"I guess... he must have encountered something in that organization before."

Conan froze for a moment, then instantly recalled the Black Organization's human experiments, and shuddered: "You mean, Shiraishi might have been injected with that drug... as a test subject?"

"Perhaps!" Yusaku wasn't too sure either, but judging from the other party's behavior...

He felt that this was more likely!

Conan then stopped talking and began to carefully recall the other person's situation.

He increasingly felt that he had guessed the truth!

(End of this chapter)