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

Chapter 636 The Red Falcon Badge (2nd Update)
Sunlight streamed through the blinds and fell on the hospital bed. Shinichi slowly opened his eyes.

The smell of disinfectant was the first thing he smelled, and he blinked, adjusting his eyes to the bright light.

The first thing that catches the eye is the white ceiling, followed by the hanging IV drip bottles.

He instinctively wanted to rub his eyes, but suddenly froze—the hand he held out in front of him was noticeably smaller, and the fingers had become slender and delicate.

"No way!" Shinichi suddenly sat up and lifted the blanket to check his body.

The familiar children's pajamas and short limbs all indicate that he has transformed back into Conan Edogawa.

"Really," Conan sighed helplessly, rubbing his forehead.

Fragments of memories flashed through my mind: shooting mercenaries, dodging missiles on a yacht, fighting off helicopters, blowing up a frigate...

"Is this really not a dream?" he muttered to himself. "We actually survived that situation without losing any limbs!"

Recalling those thrilling scenes, Conan still finds them incredible.

Is this something that three high school students and a 27-year-old female detective could get out of?

This is even more outrageous than the most exaggerated action movies.

As Conan looked at his shrunken hand, he thought about it and still felt that the fact that he had shrunk was even more unscientific!

Just then, the door of the ward was gently pushed open.

Shiraishi E walked in carrying a fruit basket. Seeing Conan awake, she gave a faint smile: "You're finally awake. You've been asleep for three whole days."

"Three days?!" Conan was so shocked he almost jumped out of bed. "I actually slept for that long?"

Shiraishi placed the fruit basket on the bedside table and began skillfully peeling apples: "The intense battle put a huge strain on the body, and coupled with the aftereffects of adrenaline, it takes a long time to recover."

Conan hurriedly asked, "What about Hattori and Officer Sato? Are they alright?"

"They're resting in other wards and are fine." Shiraishi E deftly twirled the fruit knife in her hand. "It's just that the side effects of the medication need time to metabolize, so they'll probably have to stay in the hospital for a while longer."

Conan breathed a sigh of relief, but then frowned in confusion: "Strange, why do I feel like there are no aftereffects? Except for shrinking again?"

Shiraishi paused in her hand movements: "It might be because of APTX4869. That drug altered your bodily functions, making you react differently to other drugs as well."

Conan had no choice but to accept this explanation, since APTX4869 itself was already quite unscientific.

"What happened next?" he asked eagerly. "Was it reported in the news?"

Shiraishi handed the peeled apple to Conan and shook her head: "There are no reports, and no related information on the internet. All traces have been wiped clean."

"Damn it!" Conan slammed his fist on the hospital bed. "Just how powerful are these people?"

Shiraishi E said casually, "They can even mobilize escort ships, so you'd say they have a powerful background."

Conan gave a wry smile: "That's true. How could an ordinary organization possibly sail around in coastal waters with a destroyer and have the Japan Coast Guard turn a blind eye?"

He quickly figured out the key point, and his expression became even more serious.

"What do we do next?" he said worriedly. "They know who we are, and they will definitely retaliate."

Shiraishi E said casually, "Don't worry, most of the people who knew our identities have already been silenced."

"Silence? What do you mean?" Conan had a bad feeling.

"After you lost consciousness, a submarine launched torpedoes, burying all those who had fallen into the water alive." Shiraishi made an explosion gesture: "None of them survived."

Conan's eyes widened suddenly: "All of them?! That's several hundred people! You're not kidding, are you?"

“Absolutely true.” Shiraishi E made her tone a little more serious and said, “Hakuba Saguru and the others witnessed it with their own eyes from the helicopter.”

Silence fell over the ward; Conan was too shocked to speak by the cruel truth.

He couldn't imagine what kind of depraved organization would commit such a large-scale extermination.

Conan sighed deeply: "First the Black Organization, and now this mysterious organization. What kind of karma have we created?"

"Yes, what a mess!" Shiraishi E nodded, silently adding in her mind: They're the ones who caused this mess, getting involved with me.

He stood up and said, "Hakuba Saguru and his team have captured Tsuchio Hiroki and should have extracted some information from him. I'll be going with Heiji and Officer Sato to find out more later."

"Wait!" Conan said hurriedly, "You must tell me as soon as you have any news!" "No problem." Shiraishi E agreed, but turned back to remind him as she walked to the door, "But you should be prepared, this time it's highly likely we'll come up empty-handed!"

The hospital room door closed gently, and Conan looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, feeling very depressed.

He also knew that the other party could silence the Japan Coast Guard, and could also silence the Metropolitan Police Department!

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The Hakuba family villa is located in a secluded garden in the heart of Tokyo, where traditional Japanese architecture contrasts subtly with a modern security system.

Led by the butler, Shiraishi E, Hattori Heiji, and Sato Miwako walked through a meticulously manicured dry landscape garden and arrived at a Japanese-style room.

Sera Masumi and Koshimizu Nanatsuki were already kneeling on the tatami mats, with exquisite tea sets laid out in front of them.

Hakuba Saguru is skillfully brewing tea, his movements as elegant as a tea master.

"You're here?" Bai Ma peeked out without looking up, and pushed three freshly brewed cups of tea in front of the empty seat. "Sit down."

After the three of them were seated, Miwako Sato spoke first: "Why did you call us here in such a hurry? Did you find out something?"

Hakuba Saguru gently put down the teapot, his expression grave: "Before I tell you the results, I hope you are mentally prepared."

Sato's police instincts immediately kicked in: "What? Are we prepared? Could they have gotten away?"

"No, not at all." Hakuba Saguru shook his head.

Sera Masumi astutely replied, "That means the person died."

Koshimizu Nanatsuki sneered: "Died before the interrogation? Was it poisoning or suicide by biting off his tongue?"

Heiji analyzed, "It must be poisoning. If those guys had the courage to bite their tongues and commit suicide, they would have done so on the helicopter long ago. Why would they wait until they were locked up in the Metropolitan Police Department?"

Shiraishi listened quietly to their conversation and had to admit that these young people's reasoning abilities were indeed outstanding.

To be able to deduce so much information from just one sentence—you really have a sharp mind!
Hakuba Saguru confirmed their suspicions: "He hanged himself in the detention center. Before that, several police officers had visited him, but no records or surveillance were left."

"Public security?" Heiji's eyes widened in shock. "So he's a member of the public security bureau?"

Sera Masumi said thoughtfully, "If it's the Public Security Bureau, then a lot of things make sense."

Koshimizu Nanatsuki remarked sarcastically, "I never imagined public power could be abused to this extent. Ah, this country."

As a police officer, Sato Miwako's face turned particularly grim when she heard the news.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Just then, Shiraishi E suddenly spoke up: "What are the results of the investigation into the Red Falcon Badge?"

Hakuba Saguru looked at him with admiration: "You're something else. You've thought of the same thing as me."

Heiji glanced at Shiraishi E speechlessly, thinking to himself, "[Is this what you meant by not being good at deduction? Your observation skills are even better than mine.]"

Hakuba Saguru no longer kept everyone in suspense: "Based on my investigation over this period of time, the Red Falcon Badge comes from the Ooka family."

"The Ooka family?" Sera Masumi frowned. "Never heard of them."

Heiji knew that the other person was studying in London and had only recently returned to Japan, so he explained, "The Ooka family of Kyoto is an ancient and powerful family. The former prime minister was from their family."

Sera Masumi suddenly realized what was happening and fell silent. The atmosphere in the room instantly became heavy.

Just as everyone was feeling heavy-hearted, Hakuba Saguru suddenly said lightly, "But you don't need to worry. My father has already spoken to him, and this matter will be dropped. You can go back to school and work as usual."

Heiji was overjoyed and patted Hakuba Saguru's shoulder hard: "That's great! I'm relieved to hear you say that!"

Sera Masumi and Koshimizu Nanatsuki also visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Miwako Sato's tense shoulders finally relaxed.

Only Shiraishi E sighed softly.

He hadn't expected things to be resolved so easily; he was even considering whether to launch a few missiles as a show of force.

(End of this chapter)