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

Chapter 680 Don't worry, I'll make you give up (1st update)
On the villa's open-air balcony, a gentle evening breeze carried the faint sounds of the distant city.

E Shiraishi sat alone in a comfortable recliner, a glass of whiskey with an ice ball beside her.

He gazed up at the rare clear Tokyo night sky, dotted with sparse stars, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

His thoughts, however, were not at peace; he was still immersed in the shock of the day.

He never expected that Ai's technical skills had become so powerful—not only could she reverse the toxicity of APTX4869, but she could actually make people regain their youth!
This is almost a miracle.

This astonishing achievement inevitably caused some of his ideas to begin to surface.

Putting everything else aside, the first people that come to mind are Yukiko Kudo and Eri Kisaki.

These two still-attractive beauties, if we could make them go back to being eighteen again... just thinking about it is... very interesting.

He was almost certain that no woman in the world could resist such temptation.

But the thought only flashed through his mind, and he immediately shook his head decisively, rejecting it himself.

No.

Whether it's Yukiko Kudo, a big star, or Eri Kisaki, a famous lawyer, they both have extensive social circles and jobs that require them to be in the public eye.

Once they suddenly become so young, the attention and trouble they attract will be endless and inexplicable.

However… he thought again, since he couldn’t become eighteen, what about becoming twenty-eight?

It's the same as returning to youth, a peak state full of maturity and vitality, but not so exaggerated as to be inexplicable.

They can easily claim to have undergone top-notch medical aesthetic and skincare treatments.

Hmm... that works.

Shiraishi took a sip of her drink and secretly decided that she would go to Ai tomorrow and get two pills, one for Yukiko and one for Eri.

Besides that, another urgent need is for Conan.

This kid has been longing to return to his original state for far too long.

Previously, I was afraid of being hunted down by the organization, so I dared not make any rash moves.

But now... it seems nothing can stop him from regaining his identity.

It's about time we fulfilled this brat's wish.

As he leisurely sipped his wine and planned out these "drug distribution schemes," he heard faint, hesitant footsteps behind him.

He turned around and saw it was Elena Miyano.

She changed into a loose and comfortable casual outfit, her golden hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. With a timid and bewildered expression on her face, she hesitated at the balcony door for a while before mustering up the courage to speak softly: "Um... excuse me... I... may I sit here for a while?"

Shiraishi E nodded and pointed to the empty chair next to her: "Of course, please go ahead."

Like a child who has received permission, Elena Miyano breathed a long sigh of relief before cautiously walking over and sitting down on the edge of the chair next to him, her posture somewhat restrained.

Her gaze was quickly drawn to the amber-colored liquor and the crystal-clear glass on the table.

She hesitated for a moment before asking softly, "Um... excuse me... can I drink a little bit of this? Just a tiny bit..." She gestured with her finger, her eyes filled with a tentative and slightly longing look, as if she wanted to use alcohol to ease the turmoil in her heart.

Shiraishi E found it somewhat amusing, but nodded nonetheless: "Please go ahead. But drink slowly, this wine has quite a kick."

After receiving permission, Elena Miyano picked up the whiskey, poured herself a small half-glass into the empty glass next to her, took a sip, and frowned slightly at the spicy taste, but still swallowed it.

She sighed, her face filled with confusion and distress: "Ugh... what's going on... I feel like I just tripped and fell, passed out... how come when I woke up it's like the world has changed... and... I have two more daughters who are this big?"

She took another small sip, muttering to herself, "This is... hard for me to accept!!"

Shiraishi E swirled the wine glass in her hand, the ice cubes making a crisp clinking sound.

Seeing her distressed expression, he said in a half-joking, half-serious tone, "If you want to feel better... why not just pretend you've traveled through time?"

"You close your eyes and open them, and suddenly you're transported to the future, more than ten years in the future... Doesn't it seem a little easier to accept when you think about it this way?"

Upon hearing this, Elena Miyano's eyes lit up slightly. She tilted her head and thought about it carefully, and surprisingly, she found it to make sense!

"That's right! Time travel! That's a good explanation! It's just like a plot in a comic book! Thinking about it this way, it really makes me feel much better!!" She seemed to have found a framework to temporarily settle her confused understanding, and her expression relaxed considerably.

The atmosphere eased slightly. Miyano Elena secretly glanced at the exceptionally handsome young man beside her, hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but ask curiously, "Um... I... I still don't know your name? You look... quite young... How old are you?"

"Emi Shiraishi, seventeen years old," Emi Shiraishi introduced herself simply.

Elena Miyano nodded knowingly, her tone even carrying a subtle sense of superiority befitting a "senior": "Seventeen years old... that means you're a year younger than me! According to age, shouldn't you... call me 'older sister'?"

She tried to grasp at some semblance of normal interpersonal relationships in this absurd situation. Shiraishi glanced at her, shattering her illusions without mercy: "No. If we calculate based on your actual birth date, I should call you Auntie."

Elena Miyano's expression froze instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Unable to retort, she could only mutter sullenly, "Don't call me 'Auntie'! It sounds so old! I'm not used to it at all… Fine, just call me Elena…"

After a moment of silence, she mustered her courage and said in a pleading tone, "Shiraishi...tomorrow...can you take me out to see things tomorrow? I want to see the university I used to go to...and the place where I used to work...and the dormitory I used to live in...I want to see it with my own eyes, to confirm it..."

Her eyes held a last glimmer of stubborn hope.

Shiraishi E nodded, agreeing readily: "No problem. You can go wherever you want. I'll make you give up."

He knew that the places she remembered were no longer the same.

Upon hearing this, Elena Miyano seemed to lose all her strength, sighing again and muttering softly while clutching her wine glass, "How did I... suddenly become a mother? A mother of two... This is so strange..."

As she drank the liquor, which was rather strong for her, she sighed and lamented, her face contorted with worry. Finally, her voice trembled with a hint of tears as she complained, "Why is my life so bitter?! I just started university, haven't even had a chance to enjoy my youth... and I woke up one morning to find myself a mother of two... Waaaaah..."

Shiraishi E didn't say anything; in fact, he didn't know how to comfort her.

If it were me, I'd sleep one night and wake up tomorrow to find I have two more daughters. That feeling... wouldn't be so bad!
The key point is that these two daughters are so beautiful.

Just then, a burst of hurried and cheerful footsteps broke the silence.

"Mom! Mom! Look what I found!" Mingmei ran over excitedly, her face beaming with joy, holding up an old color photograph.

She rushed up to Elena Miyano and proudly handed her the photo: "Look! This is our family photo! Now you should believe me!"

Elena Miyano took the photo with a puzzled look and examined it closely.

The background of the photo is a warm home. Sitting in the middle is a version of herself that looks much more mature than she remembers now, holding a little Ai who looks only one or two years old. Standing next to her is Akemi, who is a little older and smiles like a little sun.

The man standing behind him, with his arm around his shoulder, wore black-rimmed glasses and had a somewhat naive and shy smile.
Elena Miyano's brows furrowed immediately, her face filled with disbelief and a hint of... disgust?
She pointed at the man, her tone full of suspicion: "This...the person in this photo looks like me...but the man next to him...is this the husband you're talking about?"

"He's... just average-looking, and he even looks a bit dull... Am I that bad at judging people? How could I have fallen for him?"

She expressed clear doubts about her husband's appearance in the photo.

Faced with her mother's sharp comment on her father's looks, Mingmei was both amused and exasperated, shaking her head: "This... I don't know either... You've never told me in detail how you and Dad got together..."

Elena Miyano remained highly wary of the family photo. She muttered to herself, "Besides... with today's technology, these kinds of photos... can be photoshopped, right? Making them look aged... isn't that difficult..." She tried to explain all this illogicality with her limited modern knowledge.

Seeing that she still didn't believe her, Akemi seemed to have been prepared all along. Then, as if by magic, she pulled out an old-fashioned cassette tape from behind her back, saying, "And this! Mom, look! This is a birthday greeting tape you specially recorded beforehand for Shiho (Ai)! You recorded it yourself!"

As she spoke, she skillfully inserted the cassette tape into a vintage tape recorder next to her and pressed the play button.

After a rustling sound, a gentle, loving female voice, yet more mature and composed than Elena Miyano's voice now, flowed from the speaker: [...Happy birthday to our little Shiho...Mom may not always be by your side, but I hope you will always be happy and brave...Your loving mom...]
The voice in the recording is indeed extremely similar to that of Elena Miyano.

However, after listening, Elena Miyano blinked and still found a flaw: "This voice... it sounds a bit like my voice... but... but it could also be someone else imitating me, right? The technology for imitating voices is very advanced now..." She stubbornly held on to her cognitive fortress of "an eighteen-year-old exchange student".

Mingmei felt a deep sense of powerlessness and headache as she looked at her mother, whose evidence was irrefutable yet who still stubbornly resisted. She was truly at her wit's end.

Just then, Ai arrived.

She, usually so calm and collected, surprisingly came running over excitedly, waving several sheets of paper in her hand, her little face showing both the certainty of a scientist and a hint of urgency:

"Mom! Mom! The paternity test results are in!! Look! The gene sequence comparison shows that we are directly related, it can't be fake, right!"

As Ai spoke, she quickly shoved the report, still warm from the printer, into Elena Miyano's hands.

Elena Miyano picked up the report filled with technical jargon and genetic maps, but still stubbornly muttered, "This...this kind of thing...that...that could also be...forged, right? What proof can't be faked these days...no way!!"

When Ai heard these words, she almost choked on her own breath, feeling that her scientific beliefs had been challenged.

She rubbed her aching temples, thought for a moment, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "Then...can't you personally participate in the sampling and identification process?! You take the samples yourself, and supervise the process yourself! You should be able to believe the results that way, right?!"

Looking at Ai's incredibly serious and even somewhat stubborn eyes, Miyano Elena hesitated for a long time before finally nodding: "...Then...okay."

Watching the two sisters frantically trying to persuade their amnesiac mother, presenting various pieces of evidence with little success, Shiraishi E finally couldn't help but kindly remind them, "Hey, you two... don't be so hasty. You can't rush things like this."

"Give her some time to process and accept it. The memories are gone, but the feelings and blood ties are undeniable and need time to reconnect."

Hearing someone speak up for her, Elena Miyano immediately clung to the opportunity, nodding repeatedly in agreement: "Yes, yes! Shiraishi-kun is right! Give me a little more time... This... this amount of information is too much, my mind is a bit confused..."

Akemi and Ai obediently agreed, "Okay, Mom, take your time, we're not in a rush..."

But the next second, the two sisters immediately surrounded each other and began a new round of whispered secrets.

Shiraishi E glanced back at Miyano Elena, who was once again "besieged" and looked utterly dejected, and shook her head helplessly, knowing that what she had said was in vain.

He tilted his head back and finished the last bit of wine in his glass, deciding not to get involved in this complicated family reunion. He turned around and went back to his room to sleep, leaving the mother and her two daughters to continue their difficult and tortuous journey of breaking the ice.

(End of this chapter)