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

Chapter 558 Even More Exciting After the Murder (2 Updates)
After waiting for five minutes, the target indeed strolled out the back door, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, fiddling with his phone.

Shiraishi E approached silently, and in the instant he looked up—

"puff!"

With a soft thud, the bullet pierced precisely between the eyebrows.

The target didn't even have time to make a sound before it fell straight down.

Yukiko covered her mouth, her eyes widening: "Wow...it's much quieter than I expected!"

“I wouldn’t have been this quiet before… I’ve toned it down a lot to give you a good viewing experience.” Shiraishi Ei skillfully dragged the corpse, stuffed it into the trash can she had prepared, and casually took the victim’s phone and wallet, staging a robbery scene.

Whether the police believe it or not is their business.

He's already given them a way out; whether they take it or not is up to them.

"Our next target is Shinjuku." He wiped his hands, looked at Yukiko, and asked, "Are we still going?"

Yukiko replied without hesitation, "Yes!"

Half an hour later, downstairs at a luxury apartment building in Shinjuku.

Just as Shiraishi E was about to sneak in, Yukiko suddenly grabbed him: "Wait! There are security cameras in this building. You'll be too conspicuous if you go in like this."

Shiraishi E wasn't in a hurry, but instead asked, "Then what should we do?"

Yukiko smiled mysteriously and pulled a pair of glasses and a fake mustache from her bag: "Let's disguise ourselves!"

Five minutes later, Shiraishi E was forced to put on gold-rimmed glasses and a comical mustache, while Yukiko linked arms with him, laughing like a cat that had just stolen some cream: "Now we look like a couple coming home late at night, the security guards will definitely not suspect anything!"

Shiraishi E chuckled softly and said, "You're right... I didn't expect you to be so talented in this area."

He treated it as if he had brought Kiko along for fun, as long as she was happy!
However, the plan went surprisingly smoothly.

Sure enough, the security guard only glanced at them before letting them pass.

The target lived on the top floor, and Shiraishi E easily pried open the door lock. Yukiko even stood guard at the door in a very professional manner.

This time, he chose a quieter method of killing—a thin steel wire strangling the target's neck from behind, killing them within ten seconds.

Yukiko covered her mouth with both hands, not daring to make a sound, and watched the whole thing.

After learning that the other person had suffocated to death, he quietly commented, "I really want to film this and watch it repeatedly! The expression of suffocation is so realistic... I can use it in future films."

As soon as Shiraishi E let go, the target fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes wide open, dying with unseeing disbelief.

He chuckled and said, "Of course it's true... but it's fine to film it, but if the video is accidentally leaked, that would be troublesome."

Yukiko nodded in agreement while trying to memorize the appearance of the target's death.

Shiraishi asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm scared... I am scared, but I'm mostly curious." Yukiko clenched her small fists and said, "This kind of opportunity isn't something every director gets to witness! I don't want to miss it!!"

These words made Shiraishi E realize that Yukiko would definitely become a very outstanding director in the future!

With this kind of dedication, you'll succeed at anything!

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The last stop was the port terminal.

The night wind carried the salty smell of the sea, and in the shadows of the stacked containers, the third target was counting a batch of smuggled goods.

Yukiko took the initiative to suggest, "How about we try drowning? That kind of death is really dramatic in movies!"

Shiraishi was speechless: "The water at the dock is too shallow; no one will drown."

Yukiko sighed regretfully.

Shiraishi E patted her head and said, "I'll show you what it's like to drown next time you have the chance."

As he spoke, he pulled out a dagger and silently approached. Three minutes later, the target lay in a pool of blood, his throat precisely slit. The other smugglers also met their demise.

Shiraishi E, on the other hand, was completely unstained by blood.

Yukiko squatted down beside him, observing carefully: "The blood flow trajectory is very natural... Hmm, write it down, write it down!"

After wiping the fingerprints off the dagger, Shiraishi casually shoved it into the hand of one of the smugglers, glancing at her and asking, "How much longer are you going to watch?"

Yukiko stood up, clapped her hands, and smiled brightly: "Alright, I've memorized it!! Very satisfied! Tonight has been very fruitful!"

Shiraishi E scratched her head, feeling that Yukiko might have become a bit too carefree from making movies.

Or perhaps, she's always been this carefree?

Shaking her head, Shiraishi E stopped thinking about it and turned to walk towards the car: "Let's go, let's go for a drink!!"

Yukiko jogged to catch up: "Okay! I'll take you to a club, it's members-only! Remember to call me again next time there's a 'site visit' like this!"

Shiraishi E nodded and said, "Okay!"

As night fell, the black Mercedes slowly drove away from the dock.

Yukiko leaned against the car window, frantically tapping on her phone screen to record the scene in text form.

This will help us achieve the best results during future shoots!

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Inside the suite of the private club, dim wall lamps cast ambiguous shadows on the walls.

Yukiko walked with slightly tipsy steps, her fingertips still holding half a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid swirled gently in the glass, reflecting her flushed cheeks.

"Hmm... this wine has quite a kick." She narrowed her eyes, smiling like a sly cat, and suddenly reached out to tug at Shiraishi E's tie: "—How about we go get something else to drink?"

Before Shiraishi E could respond, she had already dragged him into the bathroom, stumbling and falling.

The frosted glass door was slammed shut with a bang, and the rising heat quickly blurred the mirror surface.

The showerhead was turned on, and the warm water instantly soaked their expensive clothes.

Shiraishi leaned against the tiled wall, letting Yukiko almost roughly rip open the buttons on his shirt.

Her fingertips were unusually hot, more eager and unrestrained than usual, and she bit harder.

"So excited tonight?" he asked with a low chuckle. "Is it because you watched three murder shows?"

Yukiko looked up, and beneath her wet eyelashes, her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

She didn't answer, but instead proved it with her actions—she pressed her whole body against him, and even through the fabric, Shiraishi E could clearly feel her accelerated heartbeat.

He asked slowly and deliberately, "When you see these images...aren't you afraid? Aren't you afraid of me?"

Yukiko took a moment to reply, "I'm not afraid. Why should I be afraid of you?"

Her fingers traced the lingering teeth marks on his collarbone, and her tone suddenly became serious: "Besides... if those three people tonight aren't dealt with, thirty ordinary people might suffer tomorrow."

She leaned close to his ear, her warm breath mingling with the scent of alcohol: "I'm not some female student still in school. Don't forget, I used to be in the entertainment industry."

There's a line I really like: "Some darkness must be swallowed up by even deeper darkness."

"That's... a surprisingly pleasant answer." Shiraishi E chuckled, suddenly flipping them over and pinning Yukiko against the wall. Hot water washed over their intertwined figures as he lowered his head and bit her earlobe: "Looks like I underestimated you, great director."

Yukiko, not to be outdone, wrapped her arms around his waist: "It's not too late to know now—ah!"

The heat in the bathroom grew stronger, and the mirror became completely blurry.

Yukiko's fingernails left red marks on his back, more intense than ever before.

Shiraishi E could sense that the death she witnessed tonight had not frightened her, but rather seemed to have turned on some hidden switch, releasing the wildness that had been suppressed in her bones for a long time.

(End of this chapter)