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

Chapter 700 I guessed right (1st update)
Shiraishi E deftly subdued the bespectacled man, and the handgun she found in the inner pocket of his suit became irrefutable evidence.

On a commercial airliner at an altitude of 10,000 meters, it is impossible for an ordinary passenger to legally carry a weapon on board, which in itself is enough to convict him.

"Interrogate him to see if he acted alone or had accomplices," Shiraishi E said calmly as she handed the limp, bespectacled man to Air Marshal Bill.

Bill was now completely convinced of "Shinichi Kudo's" abilities. He nodded solemnly, immediately took out handcuffs, and with a "click," cuffed the bespectacled man's hands behind his back. He then dragged him to a corner of the kitchen and began an emergency interrogation.

Conan, who had been observing from the sidelines, was now at the height of his curiosity.

He leaned closer to Shiraishi E, tilting his head back, his eyes behind his glasses filled with a probing light, and asked in a low voice, "Hey, how exactly did you determine it was him? Although the reasoning narrowed it down to four people, there wasn't any conclusive evidence directly pointing to him. How did you see through it at the last minute?"

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi E revealed a profound smile. He replied in an almost mystical tone, "It was killing intent. I caught a fleeting glimpse of killing intent deep within his eyes. That kind of coldness and ruthlessness unique to desperados cannot be concealed."

"Killing...killing intent?" Conan was dumbfounded, almost thinking he had misheard.

What kind of reason is this?
This is even more unreliable than Kogoro Mouri's "Sleeping Deduction"!

He couldn't help but press further: "This...this is too subjective! What if you're wrong? What if you wrongly accuse an innocent person?"

Shiraishi E waved her hand confidently, her tone resolute: "Don't worry, with my level of skill, I won't be wrong. It's an intuition, the intuition of a master."

Of course, he wouldn't tell Conan the truth—in fact, he wasn't 100% sure at all; he just found it too troublesome and planned to use a "forced conviction" tactic.

His initial plan was simple and brutal: randomly choose the one among the remaining four who looked the most unpleasant or the easiest to control, such as this bespectacled, seemingly refined one, and subdue him directly.

Then, during a body search in full view of everyone, he skillfully slipped a handgun he had prepared beforehand into the other person's pocket without anyone noticing, and then "accidentally" found it out.

In this way, both the "culprit" and the "murder weapon" are found.

With the suspect caught red-handed and the evidence irrefutable, who would still have any doubts?
With this "criminal" with "ironclad evidence" in hand, things became much easier.

He could legitimately demand a thorough search of Bill and the flight attendants, as well as all passengers, under the pretext of "checking for accomplices and ensuring absolute safety."

In the special enclosed environment of an airplane, facing the huge threat of "possibly hidden accomplices carrying dangerous goods," most passengers would agree to cooperate for their own safety.

Anyone who opposes the search will immediately become the enemy of all passengers, and will be isolated and suspected.

If a full search is conducted, the real accomplice, who may be carrying a handgun, is very likely to be exposed.

However, even Shiraishi E herself did not expect that he would be so lucky—he actually guessed the right one out of four!
This bespectacled man really did have a gun hidden on him!

This saved him the trouble of framing someone, and the plan proceeded even more smoothly than expected. It was a truly lucky accident.

Conan looked at Shiraishi E's "secrets must not be revealed" expression. Although he was full of doubts and thought the "murderous intent theory" was nonsense, the facts in front of him made it impossible for him to refute it.

Shiraishi E glanced at Bill's interrogation to the side.

Bill was clearly getting impatient. He resorted to intimidation and even some less-than-standard physical coercion, but the bespectacled man, despite being beaten black and blue, gritted his teeth and refused to reveal any information about his accomplices. He just stared at Bill and Shiraishi E with a venomous look.

Bill was panting heavily, sweat beading on his forehead; the interrogation had reached a stalemate.

He looked helplessly at Shiraishi E, his eyes pleading for help: "Kudo-kun, this guy is too stubborn! What should we do? The longer this drags on, the more opportunities his accomplices might have to sabotage us!"

Conan, standing nearby, was still frowning and deep in thought, trying to find a breakthrough from the previous details.

However, Shiraishi E seemed to have already made up his mind, and he said directly, "It's very simple, make things public."

Bill and Conan were both taken aback.

Emi Shiraishi continued, “We will inform all passengers of the current situation via the intercom. We will tell them that we have apprehended a terrorist carrying weapons, but we suspect that there are accomplices on board. For the safety of everyone, we need to immediately conduct a thorough search of each passenger’s belongings and body.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the passengers who had been watching and had been cleared of suspicion. His tone was calm yet carried an undeniable inflammatory quality: "At this moment of life and death, I believe that no rational passenger who values ​​life would refuse such a reasonable security check."

"After all, privacy is nothing compared to life. Don't you agree?"

The passengers who had been observing the scene were already terrified by the violence and the word "terrorist." Upon hearing Shiraishi's question, they immediately nodded frantically in agreement, as if grasping at a straw.
"Yes, yes, yes! Search! We must search!"

"Safety first! We'll cooperate!"

"Anyone who doesn't cooperate has something to hide!"

"........."

Their reaction was exactly as Shiraishi E had predicted.

In the confined space of an airplane, where there is nowhere to escape, if a plane crashes, everyone is wiped out.

Upon hearing this, Bill thought it was indeed a good way to break the deadlock. Without hesitation, he grabbed the bespectacled man who was slumped on the ground and dragged him out of the kitchen area like a dead dog, leading him to the relatively open passenger passageway.

A flight attendant, who had been briefed beforehand, took a deep breath, picked up the cabin announcement microphone, and began the announcement in a tone that was as calm as possible but could not hide her nervousness:

"Attention passengers, attention passengers. This is the flight crew. We are now issuing an emergency announcement: We have just identified and subdued a suspicious person carrying a weapon, and preliminary assessment indicates that he intended to endanger the safety of the flight. However, based on current intelligence, there may be accomplices on board..."

When the announcement came over the loudspeaker, especially when the words "carrying weapons" and "accomplices" were heard, the previously calm cabin instantly erupted into chaos!

Panic spread like wildfire, and the passengers' faces were filled with fear and unease.

Bill then raised the handgun he had found on the bespectacled man, signaling to the surrounding passengers that the broadcast was true.

This move only exacerbated the panic.

The flight attendant continued the announcement: "To ensure the safety of every passenger and completely eliminate risks, we will immediately conduct security checks on all passengers in the cabin under the direction of the air marshals, including carry-on baggage and body searches. Please remain calm, stay seated, and cooperate fully. At the same time, please be vigilant and report any suspicious behavior or items to the nearest crew member immediately!"

Just as Shiraishi E had predicted, under the threat of life and death, most passengers, though frightened, did not show strong resistance to the search measures. On the contrary, they had a hope that "the sooner the search is conducted, the more at ease they will feel."

However, this broadcast and the subsequent decision to search made the accomplices who were actually hiding among the passengers uneasy.

They knew that once the search began, their weapons or communication equipment would soon be exposed.

The accomplices exchanged glances and instantly reached a consensus—they couldn't wait any longer; they had to act immediately, create chaos, and seize the initiative!
One of his burly Black companions, seated in the middle to rear of economy class, was the most decisive.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly pulled a concealed pistol from his waist, aiming it without hesitation at Bill, who was displaying his "captured weapons" in the middle of the passage, and pulled the trigger!

"boom!"

The gunshots were deafeningly loud in the enclosed cabin!
Although Bill noticed the black man's movements and instinctively tried to dodge, his body, which had been sluggish for years due to alcoholism, was not as responsive as before.

Despite his best efforts to turn to the side, the bullet still pierced deep into the vicinity of his left scapula!

The intense pain caused him to groan, and he involuntarily released his grip on the bespectacled man, staggering back a few steps before leaning against the cabin wall to avoid falling.

The bespectacled man seized the opportunity to scramble and dodge to the side.

Bill, enduring the excruciating pain, struggled to retreat to the relatively safe kitchen area.

However, just as he retreated to the kitchen doorway, still shaken, another unexpected event occurred!
A blonde woman who had been standing unremarkable among the passengers who had been cleared of suspicion suddenly flashed a fierce light in her eyes!
With lightning speed, she slid a gleaming dagger from her sleeve and, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, plunged it fiercely towards Bill's heart!

Bill had no time to react, watching helplessly as the knife tip approached, a chill running through him: "It's over... I didn't expect... there was more..."

At this critical moment, an arm, like an iron clamp, stretched out from the side and grabbed the blonde woman's wrist holding the knife with perfect precision!
It's Emi Shiraishi!

He didn't even give the other person any time to react, and suddenly exerted force on his wrist—

"Crack!" A sickeningly loud sound of bone breaking rang out!
"Ah—!" The blonde woman let out a shrill scream, and the dagger clattered to the ground.

But Shiraishi E's attack did not stop. He grabbed the woman's hair with his other hand and slammed it hard against the hard metal bulkhead!
A muffled thud!
The woman's screams stopped abruptly. Her head lolled to the side, and she lost consciousness completely, collapsing limply to the ground.

This series of actions happened in the blink of an eye, clean, efficient, ruthless, and merciless.

Conan, who was standing nearby, was amazed. Even though it wasn't the first time he had witnessed Shiraishi E's skills, he was still shocked by her efficiency.

He quickly realized that this was not the time for sentimentality, and immediately said, "I'll take care of that black man who fired the shot!"

With that, Conan, taking advantage of his small stature and agility, darted out of the kitchen area like a fish and blended into the panicked passengers.

He quickly identified his black accomplice as the one who had just fired the shot and was now cautiously aiming his gun towards the kitchen.

The other party was clearly on guard against a counterattack from Bill or the other crew members, and was highly focused, not paying any extra attention to a small child.

Conan felt the opportunity was perfect. He quietly raised his wristwatch-shaped tranquilizer gun and aimed it at the exposed neck of the other person—

"Huh! Huh!"

After two extremely faint whooshing sounds, the two anesthetic needles hit their targets precisely.

The black man felt as if he had been bitten twice on the neck by mosquitoes, and then a strong sense of dizziness came over him. He swayed, the gun in his hand fell to the ground, and he collapsed with a "thud" and lost consciousness.

"Done!" Conan smiled smugly, then saw the bespectacled man crawling and trying to escape, so he shot him with a few more tranquilizer darts and took him down as well.

(End of this chapter)