Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Stop beating around the bush and just tell me!

Why the rush? Have some patience.

Less than a minute after the message was sent, Rum called directly. Qingze turned on speakerphone and answered.

The voice on the other end of the phone was the same mechanical one as always, but the tone was noticeably hurried.

"What exactly happened?"

"It's nothing, Curaçao was just taken away by the police."

Rum: "!!!"

The voice on the other end suddenly grew louder, "This is nothing?"

"Koniak, do you realize how serious this is?!"

That's Curaçao! Curaçao, whose mind is filled with a wealth of organizational information!!

Ran Mouri, in the passenger seat, held her breath and didn't make a sound.

"You're disturbing my ears. I haven't told you some good news yet."

Rum took a few deep breaths and listened patiently.

"Say!"

"She's lost her mind; she doesn't even know who she is anymore, so she can't reveal any information about the organization for the time being..."

Rum calmed down after hearing this.

Curaçao's amnesia is indeed a silver lining amidst bad news.

"Now that you've found her, why don't you just bring her back!"

Rum strongly suspects that Koniak witnessed Curaçao being taken away, otherwise why would he call to offer hindsight advice?

"Are you trying to make me snatch someone from the hands of those people in Group Zero in broad daylight?"

"Besides, I already said I'm not going to clean up the mess."

"It's your own arrogance that led you to send Curaçao alone, knowing full well there was a trap. I'm only willing to come out and find someone for you because I know Curaçao is truly important to the organization. Don't ask for too much..."

Rum sneered, "Heh, you're really upset that I let Curaçao go alone? I didn't know you cared about her so much."

Upon hearing this, Qingze's expression didn't change at all. He stepped on the brakes and waited for the red light to pass.

He glanced at Ran Mouri, who was focused on her phone, and then blurted out something off the cuff.

"There's nothing I can do. She's Vodka's crush. Vodka is Gin's little brother, which means he's my little brother too. It's not normal for him to care about his sister-in-law."

Rum: "......."

He didn't want to make that stupid phone call for even a second longer.

Ran Mouri, standing to the side, covered her mouth as she listened to Aozawa's voice, struggling to suppress the laughter that was about to escape her lips.

Mr. Qingze, does Vodka know that you're making up stories about him like this?

Also, what does it have to do with you that vodka is Gin's sidekick?

As expected, the call was disconnected. Qingze chuckled, started the car, and continued driving.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Ran Mouri asked, "Does Vodka really have a crush on Miss Curaçao?"

"Who knows? I just made it up on the spot."

"Then why are Gin's underlings also your underlings?"

"Last time Rum asked me why I went to risk my life for Gin, I said I had a crush on Gin."

Ran Mouri: "......"

Hearing Qingze speak so frankly, Ran Mouri felt a complex mix of emotions.

Mr. Qingze, do you have any integrity?

"Remember to take your homework with you and go to school tomorrow. Don't come over these next few days; I have something to do and won't be here. You can try to get back to Vermouth, visit her, and see if you can learn the art of disguise from her..."

"Once things are settled in Curaçao, I'll arrange courses on tracking and counter-tracking, as well as infiltration training, before heading to Kyoto..."

Qingze explained his arrangements for her in detail, and the car had already arrived at the door.

Ran Mouri nodded. These things weren't many; compared to the courses she had to learn before, they were already few.

"Does Miss Curaçao need my help?"

"I'll contact you if I need anything. Take your homework and go home; I have other things to do."

Ran Mouri got out of the car, looking somewhat melancholy.

Since it involves an organization, it's difficult for me to offer much help right now...

Chapter 205 What's the point of using guns in a fight?

Qingze arrived at his No. 1 safe house, put on a white wig, removed his colored contact lenses, changed his clothes, and was freshly made into Koniak.

[10 PM, Black Cat Tavern.]

He sent Gin a message and then leisurely went out.

Black Cat Tavern, one of the organization's bases.

On the surface, it's a tavern, but through a hidden door inside, you can directly access the organization's underground base.

It was nighttime, and the tavern should have been bustling with activity, but it was eerily quiet, with no customers at all.

A silver-haired assassin dressed in black sat at the bar, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

Beside him, a burly man with vodka was also holding a glass of wine.

As the clock on the wall passed 10 o'clock, Vodka's lips twitched.

"Wouldn't Koniak be just as unpunctual when he goes on dates with his girlfriend?"

I made an appointment for 10 o'clock, but I didn't see anyone at all.

Gin didn't even lift his head; he was already used to it.

Qingze walked into the bar at 10:10 and sat down on the empty bar stool by the counter.

"What's Gin drinking? Give me the same thing."

The bartender, having received his instructions, worked quickly without daring to use any fancy techniques. In no time, a glass of the same cocktail was placed in front of him.

With a wave of his hand, Gin dismissed the bartender, leaving only the three men sitting at the bar in the quiet pub.

Qingze picked up his glass and took a sip. "Gin, your taste is terrible. This wine has no flavor."

Gin: "..."

Don't you know whether you can taste the flavor yourself?

"Have you found them yet?" Gin didn't waste any time with pleasantries and went straight to the point.

Qingze put down his wine glass listlessly. "I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear?"

"Bad news."

"You always ask for bad news first, you're so boring."

Gin didn't bother replying to him; the more he paid attention to him, the more enthusiastic the man became.

Sure enough, after a short while, Qingze himself said:

"Curaçao has fallen into the hands of the police."

Gin frowned. "When did this happen?"

Around 8 PM.

Gin squinted at him, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Didn't you find a lead on her yesterday? Why was she taken away by the police?"

He called me last night, but not only did he not answer, he also turned off his phone.

All day long, no news came from Curaçao, and now they're telling him that Curaçao has fallen into the hands of the police.

Qingze shrugged. "I only found clues, not the person. It's more important to prevent the police from finding her than to find her hiding somewhere in the amusement park."

"I never expected that she could hide in the amusement park for two days before someone noticed something was wrong and called the police..."

Gin didn't bother arguing about the details with him. "Tell me your good news."

"Curaçao has a mental problem; she has amnesia."

Gin narrowed his eyes slightly, and twirled the glass in his hand.

"Are you sure you have amnesia?"

"Confirmed. They called the police after they discovered she had amnesia. I also tried to test her, but she didn't react at all when she saw me."

Qingze turned around, leaning against the bar counter with one hand resting on the counter.

He slightly raised his face beneath his hood, revealing a sharply defined profile under the lamplight, and continued speaking to himself:

"She probably went to Ocean Park because she was following the Ferris wheel's light show. Although she has amnesia due to a mental problem, she's quite good at hiding. She disappeared without a trace yesterday... I did find her tonight, but with the police around, I can't take action..."

"Check out the light show at Ocean Park," Gin instructed Vodka.

"Yes!" Vodka quickly opened his laptop and started working.

A moment later, he pushed the screen in front of Gin.

Looking at the five-colored lights, Gin understood.

If they had known earlier that the light show was like this, they would have immediately decided to go to Ocean Park.

Unfortunately, there's no such thing as knowing beforehand.

"...Anyway, I've found the person. How you bring him back is your business." Qingze leaned against the bar, looking like he didn't want to get involved.

Gin looked at the lazy man and put down his glass.

His brows were furrowed, his face expressionless, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

"I meant for you to find her and bring her back. This doesn't count as completing the mission."

Qingze stared at him, then suddenly smiled.

"I never agreed to complete this task for you."

Without warning, he punched Gin in the face.

The punch was incredibly fast, without any warning, leaving Vodka completely stunned.

Gin had been wary of him ever since he walked in.

At that moment, he leaned back to dodge the punch, and used the bar counter for leverage to quickly get off the chair.

Almost simultaneously, the high stool that had been sitting on was kicked over.

The kick was extremely powerful. Vodka, who was sitting next to him, was caught off guard and innocently hit. The stool under his buttocks cracked instantly, and he fell to the ground, lying on his back.

The laptop on the bar slipped off with the vibration and landed on Vodka's face with a thud.

Vodka felt a little dazed.

They were fine just a moment ago, how did they suddenly start fighting?

I haven't paid attention to vodka.

Qingze moved with incredible speed, like a blurry black shadow, his fist whistling through the air as he lunged at Gin!

Two red lights flashed beneath the hood, making it appear extremely dangerous.

Gin's pupils contracted sharply. A second before Qingze's fist touched his face, his body sprang backward like a cheetah, while his right hand flashed inside his trench coat.

To engage in hand-to-hand combat with Koniak would be suicide.

If he can use a gun, Gin would never deliberately seek out torture.

"boom!"

The gunshots rang out almost simultaneously with the force of the punches!