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

Chapter 695 Conan is a bit of a pervert (2 updates)
The journey from Haneda Airport to Los Angeles International Airport is long, requiring a crossing of the Pacific Ocean and taking more than ten hours.

The initial excitement, like fuel being gradually consumed, slowly faded in Xiaolan's heart.

While business class is comfortable, it is, after all, a confined space at an altitude of 10,000 meters, with limited room for movement.

In addition, there were other passengers around who were resting or working quietly, so she felt embarrassed to chat and joke loudly with Sonoko and the others.

More importantly, she barely slept last night because of her excessive anticipation for the trip.

At this moment, amidst the smooth flight of the plane and the deep hum of the engine, a strong sense of drowsiness washed over me like a tidal wave.

She yawned, her eyelids began to droop, and although she had been forcing herself to stay awake and flip through the travel guide, the words on the page gradually became blurry.

Finally, she tilted her head to the side, leaned back in the comfortable, spacious chair, and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, the gardener next door thoughtfully turned on the service light.

A flight attendant approached silently, and Sonoko quietly asked for two soft blankets and two eye masks.

She gently covered Ran with a blanket and helped her put on an eye mask so she could sleep more soundly. Then, Sonoko covered herself with a blanket, put on an eye mask, and prepared to rest.

She knew very well that if she didn't catch up on sleep during the flight, she wouldn't have the energy to shop and play after landing.

The same applies to Eri and Yukiko on the other side.

The two experienced women knew the importance of conserving energy during long-haul flights. They adjusted their seats to the most comfortable angle, covered themselves with blankets, and even if they couldn't fall asleep right away, they closed their eyes to rest and allow their bodies and minds to get plenty of rest in order to cope with jet lag and the journey after arrival.

Emi Shiraishi, on the other hand, was full of energy and showed no signs of sleepiness.

Conan, on the other hand, seems to have a perpetual motion machine inside his small body; his curiosity is far more alluring than sleep.

He had no desire to rest. His large eyes darted around behind his glasses like a little scout, furtively looking around and not missing a single detail in the cabin.

Soon, he seemed to have discovered something "interesting," a mischievous smile spreading across his face. He secretly tugged at Shiraishi E's sleeve, who was reading a magazine next to him, and whispered with the excitement of discovering a new continent, "Hey, Shiraishi, look over there! There's an 'exciting' scene!"

Following Conan's hint, Shiraishi looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a couple, who looked like lovers or husband and wife, snuggling together intimately in a seat not far away, covered together by a blanket provided by the airline.

On the surface, this is just a common scene of people snuggling together during a journey.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that the bodies under the blanket are moving slightly and rhythmically, and the facial expressions of the two people, especially the woman, are flushed with an unnatural blush and her brows are slightly furrowed, as if she is trying her best to suppress something.

Shiraishi E was speechless for a moment, and couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "What kind of people are these? Doing this in a semi-public place like business class? Aren't they embarrassed?"

Conan also looked disdainful and whispered in agreement: "Exactly, that's really perverted, they have no sense of public morality at all."

An idea suddenly popped into his little head, and he said with a mischievous grin, "How about... we try to scare them a little? Teach them a lesson? Like suddenly walking over and pretending to accidentally bump into them or something?"

Shiraishi E glanced at Conan with the look of someone looking at a pervert, and said irritably, "You little brat, you've got some twisted ideas too! How could you even think of something so despicable?"

Conan blushed and hurriedly explained, "I'm acting on behalf of God! Upholding public order and good customs!"

Shiraishi E chuckled, then poured cold water on the idea, saying, "Fine, go ahead. But don't blame me for not warning you, people who can afford to fly business class usually come from well-off families. You've made them lose face like that on the spot, do you think they'll let you off easily after you get off the plane? When the iron fist of capitalism comes down, your little body can't withstand it."

Conan thought about it and realized that Shiraishi Ei made a good point. It wasn't worth getting into unnecessary trouble for such a prank.

He reluctantly gave up the idea, then, feeling a bit bored, drank two glasses of orange juice in a row.

Soon, the orange juice took effect, and Conan felt the urge to urinate, so he got up and went to the bathroom.

Just as he was urinating, he heard the sound of the door to the next stall opening and closing. Then, a familiar figure—the white man he had previously suspected was an air marshal—entered the stall next to his. Conan was halfway through relieving himself when he suddenly heard a very faint "click" from next door.

The sound was very faint, but he still managed to catch it in the relatively quiet bathroom.

He paused for a moment. The sound... didn't quite sound like a flush button; it sounded more like... a lighter?

He quickly finished his business, washed his hands, and quietly left the restroom, filled with questions.

But he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he sneaked over to the door of the bathroom next door and pressed his ear against the door to listen carefully—it was very quiet inside, with only the sound of soft breathing.
Then, he squatted down, put his little head close to the gap between the door panel and the ground, and took a deep sniff.

A faint, lingering smell of smoke drifted into his nostrils!
Conan's eyes lit up instantly!
Like a hunting dog that has discovered a crucial clue, he couldn't help but smirk as he slunk back to his seat, leaned close to Shiraishi E's ear, and said with even greater certainty, "I'm now one hundred percent sure that guy is an air marshal!"

Shiraishi E cooperated by feigning curiosity and asked, "Oh? What new evidence have you found?"

Conan lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I just smelled smoke under the door of the restroom next door! That guy must have been smoking in there! Smoking is strictly prohibited on airplanes, so for him to do that, he must be a seasoned pro who knows the ropes! I bet he covered up the smoke detector on the restroom ceiling with some kind of special sealing tape!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and continued his reasoning: "If you don't believe me, wait until he comes out, then pretend to go to the restroom, and when you pass by him, take a careful sniff. You'll definitely be able to smell the lingering cigarette smoke!"

Shiraishi E looked at Conan with a strange expression and retorted, "You actually went to sniff under the door? No normal person would do something like that, okay?"

Conan puffed out his chest, looking righteous: "A detective must have a spirit of seeking truth and being pragmatic! No detail can be overlooked!"

Shiraishi E shook her head helplessly, but still decided to "verify" it.

A little while later, the white man indeed came out of the restroom and returned to his seat as usual. Shiraishi E then got up and went to the restroom as well.

As he passed the man, he deliberately slowed his pace, and sure enough, a faint smell of tobacco wafted over.

He went into the restroom, and while urinating, he secretly marveled: Conan's observation and sense of smell are unbelievably sharp; even those with cheat codes aren't as good as him!
After finishing, he washed his hands and returned to his seat. He nodded to Conan, who was looking at him expectantly, and admitted, "You're right, you guessed correctly, there really was a smell of smoke."

Conan immediately became smug, his little face full of "I knew it" expressions.

It was a rare opportunity to encounter a real air marshal on the plane, and Conan's thirst for knowledge could no longer be contained.

He really wanted to go up and talk to the other person, to ask what it was like to be an air marshal, and what thrilling and exciting things you would encounter.

Shiraishi E saw through his thoughts, waved her hand indifferently, indicating that he could go if he wanted, and then took out her tablet to find a movie to pass the rest of the flight time.

After receiving "permission," Conan immediately jumped off his seat and ran over to the white man with his short legs.

He first greeted them politely, then directly stated his observations and reasoning, and finally blinked his innocent big eyes and asked, "Uncle, am I right? Are you an air marshal on this plane?"

The white air marshal was clearly very surprised; he hadn't expected that his identity would be seen through by a primary school student.

He looked Conan up and down, his eyes filled with admiration, and exclaimed, "Kid, your observation skills are truly amazing! That's right, you guessed it, I am indeed the air marshal on this flight."

Conan was overjoyed to have his deduction confirmed by the other person himself.

He took the opportunity to sit in the empty seat next to the air marshal and began chatting with him enthusiastically, asking all sorts of questions and fully satisfying his curiosity.

The air marshal seemed to find the journey boring as well, and was happy to share some interesting anecdotes about his work with this clever little guy.

During the conversation, his work phone received a message. He took it out and his expression immediately changed.

(End of this chapter)