Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Upon hearing the gunshot, the girl's eyes lit up instantly, and she looked at her father with extraordinary admiration.

The elderly father was extremely pleased with the look in his daughter's eyes. "I'll take you to the shooting range this weekend. Your dad is a pretty good shot!"

"May I invite Mr. Qingze?"

Kogoro Mouri was displeased when he heard Aozawa called.

"Why are you calling him!"

"Mr. Qingze has always wanted to learn how to shoot, but he doesn't have a good teacher. Dad, please teach Mr. Qingze, okay? Please~"

Aozawa acts cute towards Kogoro Mouri.

He really went all out to help Ran Mouri get the hang of marksmanship.

Although she has been practicing, Ran Mouri's marksmanship is absolutely terrible.

Qingze himself is a naturally gifted player. He can tell where a bullet will land with just one glance, and aiming is a piece of cake for him.

But Ran Mouri is different.

She's a complete beginner; she can miss the target even at 10 meters. If she wants to improve, she needs a good teacher.

Since Kogoro claims to be a sharpshooter, let him teach his daughter himself.

Kogoro Mouri couldn't resist his daughter's pleading and agreed.

"Qingze, Qingze, it's all about Qingze every day, what kind of bewitching potion did he give you?"

"What do you mean?"

……

The person the two mentioned, Aozawa, is actually Ran Mouri, who is buying groceries.

The outer layer of the wound on my arm has healed, but the internal injuries will require time to heal.

Since the last experiment ended, the organization has not made any arrangements.

Qingze didn't restrict her activities; she would occasionally go out to buy groceries or take a walk.

After leaving the supermarket, she leisurely walked home carrying the groceries she had bought.

The young man, dressed casually, stood out from the crowd, and the vegetables peeking out from the plastic bag in his hand added a touch of homey warmth.

Many eyes fell on her, but Ran Mouri maintained a cold expression, ignoring those who tried to strike up a conversation.

After ignoring several girls who tried to strike up a conversation, Ran Mouri thought to herself that she should wear a mask next time she went out; she was just too conspicuous...

As Curaçao walked down the street, pondering how to infiltrate the police station, a figure came into view from around the corner, and she abruptly stopped.

Even though it had been several years since they last met, she recognized the figure at a glance.

She stood rooted to the spot, her gaze unconsciously following the young man's figure, lingering there for a long time.

Ran Mouri felt a gaze linger on him for a long time.

The gaze was too direct and made no attempt to conceal it; even though her senses weren't particularly strong, she still felt it.

She frowned slightly, followed her instincts and turned around, meeting the gaze of a silver-haired woman.

The woman was very beautiful, with long silver hair casually draped behind her, and a pair of particularly striking cat-like eyes.

When the young man looked over, his eyes seemed to light up.

Is this the girl that Qingze remembers?

The face in front of me wasn't much different from the one I remembered, except that she had grown up a lot and had transformed from a little girl into a graceful young woman.

Ran Mouri asked her about her code name.

Curaçao.

Chapter 176 They'd have to have the ability to do it.

Ran Mouri was a little nervous.

She didn't know how to deal with this Curaçao.

The information provided by Aozawa included various ways to deal with Gin, Vermouth, and others, but there was absolutely no mention of Curaçao in the information.

They haven't even mentioned it.

If she hadn't happened to see this face in her memory, she wouldn't have known who it was.

Fortunately, Curaçao didn't seem inclined to come over; she simply watched him quietly, her gaze carrying a strange tranquility.

Ran Mouri was confused. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to pretend she hadn't seen anything and continue walking along her own path.

She could feel that gaze fixed on her until it disappeared completely after she turned a corner.

How strange...

This Curaçao is so strange.

That look in his eyes...

As she walked, she took out her phone to send a message to Qingze.

I ran into Curaçao.

Qingze, who was eating cake, frowned slightly as he looked at the message.

Curaçao?

How did I end up running into Curaçao?

【Then what?】

She kept staring at me; it was so strange.

Although Curaçao didn't say anything or even greet anyone.

But Ran Mouri felt that she had a special feeling for Aozawa.

Qingze narrowed his eyes slightly: [She didn't speak to you, did she?]

【No.】

"Ignore her."

Closing his phone, Qingze pondered why Curaçao had appeared.

As someone with a special brain and hyperthymesia, Curaçao is completely controlled by Rum and can be considered Rum's "perfect weapon".

Rum only sends Curaçao on important missions.

When not on missions, Curaçao simply stays within the organization.

What is Rum trying to do by sending people to Curaçao?

Which group (group 0) should I check?

He glanced up at Amuro Tooru, who was busy in the coffee shop, and finished the rest of the cake in two bites.

"Dad, let's go."

In the middle of the night, Qingze took his cell phone and voice changer, went up to the third-floor rooftop, and called Rum.

When the call connected, he got straight to the point.

"What did you find out about Group Zero?"

Rum was not friendly to people who came to ask for information in the middle of the night.

"Are you asking me to report intelligence to you, Koniak?"

"How could I dare? You are Lord Rum."

Hearing him use the word "sir," Rum sneered.

Although he was very unhappy with Koniak's attitude, he didn't hide anything when it came to serious matters.

"I had Bourbon investigate Group Zero, but the information Bourbon gave me was all readily available and of little value."

"The information from Group Zero is highly confidential. The only way to get it is to infiltrate the police department and hack into their database. I've already arranged for Curaçao to handle it, and we should have results soon."

A hint of murderous intent emanated from the mechanical voice on the other end of the phone.

"Then we'll find out who the mole planted in the police force really is."

Qingze was not optimistic about Curaçao's actions.

"What if the police were prepared in advance, and had laid a trap, just waiting for her to fall into it?"

Rum narrowed his eyes slightly. "What do you know?"

"Since that Tengu dared to reveal his identity, he must have been prepared for the organization to investigate. If I were a member of Group Zero, I would definitely set a trap and catch him like a turtle in a jar."

"So what?" Rum retorted.

Hearing Rum's arrogant words, Qingze laughed.

This person has truly been in a high position for too long and thinks he can control everything.

"Since you're so confident, I won't say anything more. Just don't leave me to clean up the mess in the end."

He won't get involved if anything happens after making that phone call.

After hanging up the phone, Rum looked out at the night sky and gave a chilling smile.

"Zero Group wants to trap us like turtles in a jar? They'll have to have the ability first."

Curaçao—is the organization's most perfect creation.

……

On the weekend, Kogoro Mouri, as promised, took Aozawa to the shooting range.

Sonoko Suzuki somehow found out about this and insisted on going together.

When the Suzuki family's luxury car was driven off, Kogoro Mouri readily agreed.

Sitting in the car, he glanced sideways at the young man next to him.

I thought I could hitch a ride, but this kid is so clueless, he didn't even drive!

Luckily, Miss Suzuki was there, otherwise he would have had to spend money on car rental today.

Ran Mouri sighed inwardly as she faced her father's disapproving gaze.

She wants to drive too!

But all she learned was how to ride a motorcycle.

Although she had practiced driving at the driving school in Sonoko's house, she had only driven the car at low speed a few times there. She would never dare to actually drive it on the road.

It would seem strange to have my dad drive the car in the garage, so I simply decided not to.

As the car entered the mountainous area, the number of vehicles on the road suddenly decreased.

"That car looks like Subaru's," Sonoko Suzuki remarked, noticing the car following behind them. "Where is Subaru headed?"

"They're probably going to the shooting range too," Qingze said with an unchanged smile.

They must have overheard their conversation on the second floor and followed them here.

Who knows, some kid might be in the car right now.

Given such a good opportunity, they couldn't help but try to find out Qingze's identity.

Qingze wasn't worried about this at all.

With Ran Mouri's terrible marksmanship and clumsy handling of the gun, he couldn't fake it even if he wanted to.

During this exchange, due to her injury, Ran Mouri hadn't touched a gun at all; in fact, she hadn't touched one for at least a month.

Ran Mouri only needs to play herself.

The shooting range is quite large, with several round targets dotting the lush green grass.

It contains not only pistol target practice, but also sniper rifles.

Several cameras encompass the entire firing range, while a screen next to it projects the status of the targets.

Conan and Subaru Okiya got out of the car and pretended to run into them by chance.