Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The Beretta M92F spewed out scorching flames from its muzzle, and the bullet struck Qingze directly in the heart!

This shot was extremely fast; under normal circumstances, no one could dodge it.

However, Qingze is not a normal person.

His figure slid and deflected at an inhuman angle, defying the laws of physics, as he sped forward at high speed.

scoff!

The bullet grazed the fabric of his clothes on his left side, tearing a gash before embedding itself hard in the wooden wine rack behind him, sending splinters flying.

The first shot missed, and Gin immediately lowered the muzzle of his gun, his finger pulling the trigger again without hesitation.

However, Qingze was faster.

Just before Gin fired his second shot, his boot slammed into Gin's gun-wielding hand.

A sharp pain shot through my wrist; Beretta had slipped from my grasp.

"Weren't you pursuing my girlfriend quite enthusiastically? Why are you using a gun now?"

Qing Ze smiled coldly, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it sharply in the opposite direction.

I chased him for 800 meters; I'm quite good at chasing.

If our bodies hadn't been switched back, we would have come and dealt with him already!

Ignoring the pain in his left hand, a brand new Beretta appeared in Gin's right palm.

He raised his gun, aimed it at the person in front of him, and instantly pulled the trigger.

boom!

The moment the bullet was fired, the gun swerved and struck the wine bottle behind it, shattering the glass and spilling the expensive liquor.

Chapter 206 He's not like me, he wouldn't be so merciful.

Aozawa gripped Gin's wrist tightly with one hand, like a giant clamp, and his smile grew increasingly dangerous.

"What's the point of using guns? Let's fight hand-to-hand."

Gin's expression was gloomy, and he didn't reply at all. He raised his foot and kicked him in the groin.

Qingze dodged to the side, and at the same time kicked out.

When their legs collided, Gin felt as if he had kicked something made of steel and mud, his bones vibrating violently and a wave of pain washing over him.

On the other hand, Qingze felt nothing at all.

Fighting someone who can't feel pain only gives you one feeling—frustration.

Especially when the opponent's physical abilities far exceed those of ordinary people, it becomes even more frustrating to fight.

Vodka sat up from the pile of chairs and saw that his older brother had completely fallen into a disadvantageous position.

Both guns were disarmed and fell to the ground. His left hand was strangely bent, and his arm was probably dislocated.

Then look at Koniak; nothing happened to him.

He gasped inwardly.

How come this demon has become even stronger?

Oh no, does that mean hiding behind my older brother won't be useful anymore?

boom--

Qingze withdrew his strength and punched Gin in the stomach.

Judging that Gin must have broken two ribs, he turned back and created distance.

Breaking two is enough; breaking too many will affect the work of model workers.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Gin's mouth. He wiped it away, looked at the blood on his thumb, and suddenly laughed.

……

Curaçao was taken to the police hospital while unconscious.

A policewoman searched her body and found a damaged cell phone.

Besides that, he had nothing on him.

For safety reasons, the policewoman used instruments to check her over to make sure there were no tracking devices or locators. Then she took off her clothes and changed her into a hospital gown.

"Does she have anything on her?" Kazami Yuya asked.

"There's only one phone." The policewoman handed over the phone.

Looking at the phone, which had been soaked in water and dropped, and was now completely ruined, Kazami felt a surge of joy.

With a mobile phone, they can use technical means to view the data on that phone.

It doesn't matter if the phone is already broken.

"Give her a sedative and send her for a brain examination," he ordered.

Although the woman seemed to have some kind of mental problem, it was hard to say whether she was faking it. Only when the test results came back and confirmed that she really had amnesia could they believe that she had amnesia.

The thought of her escaping from the police station surrounded by more than a dozen officers kept Kazami Yuya completely on edge, fearing she might run away again.

"Yes."

Several police officers pushed Curaçao, who was on a hospital bed, into the CT room.

Curaçao closed her eyes as an X-ray scan of her head revealed the condition of her brain.

The doctor adjusted his glasses, leaned close to the screen, and carefully examined the brain scans.

Kazami Yuya didn't quite understand, but he still came over.

Is there a problem?

"Her amnesia is probably real. She suffered a severe impact to her brain, with some bleeding, but it's not too serious. What's really affecting her memory is probably the hippocampus..."

"The hippocampus is a key brain region for memory formation, but her hippocampus is unusual; it's damaged, and it's uncertain whether it's congenital or acquired..."

"I suggest getting a head MRI as well, it would provide a more precise view..."

Kazami Yuya nodded and followed the doctor's instructions.

The morning sunlight shone through the gaps in the hospital room curtains, and a ray fell on the eyelids of the silver-haired person lying on the hospital bed.

Feeling the bright light, Curaçao opened her eyes.

She glanced around and got a sense of the current situation.

One of her hands was handcuffed to the metal armrest of the hospital bed, and she was wearing a hospital gown.

Beside her, two police officers who had been watching her all night were dozing off.

She propped herself up and sat up, a movement that immediately alerted the two of them.

Curaçao looked blankly at him. "Where am I? Why am I here?"

The two policemen breathed a sigh of relief upon confirming that she had simply woken up and was not trying to escape.

No one answered her question. One of them went out and reported that she had woken up.

Soon after, a doctor came and conducted a mental health evaluation on Curaçao.

"How about it?"

"It's likely retrograde amnesia; she's forgotten most of her memories from before the injury. The only things she can recall are deeply ingrained memories like her name, and some subconscious instincts..."

Instincts don't disappear with memory. Just like a smart person with high intelligence, even if they lose their memory, they won't become stupid.

Kazami Yuya nodded, indicating that he understood the situation.

In Mazda, Amuro Tooru receives an email from Kazami Yuya.

He carefully examined the brain examination report above.

"He suffered a severe head injury, resulting in congenital damage to the fornix of the brain..."

The inspection report is certainly reliable.

Even if a normal person wanted to fake amnesia, they would be exposed and completely exposed when faced with the examination report.

The report confirms that Curaçao did indeed suffer from amnesia.

Getting only one phone won't be very effective.

The important thing is to help her regain her memory.

He pondered, recalling the strangeness that had occurred before he took Curaçao away.

Curaçao reacted very strangely to the Ferris wheel lights. In the photos sent by Ran Mouri, she was looking at the lights, covering her head, and looking pained.

So, did the colorful lights of that Ferris wheel stimulate her brain?

......

Mihana Town.

Two children who have become neighbors are walking to school with their schoolbags on their backs.

Seeing that the person was absent-minded, Ai Haibara asked, "What's wrong? Still thinking about Curaçao?"

She only found out later that the person who made her sense the organization's presence was Curaçao.

Unfortunately, she had never met Curaçao; she only knew that the organization had such a person.

Curaçao has already been taken back by the organization, so there's no point in thinking about it now.

"Ah."

Conan nodded slightly.

I'm not only thinking about Curaçao, but also about the two people who broke into the underground server room the day before yesterday.

The two men were very careful; they didn't leave any fingerprints in the server room or the power distribution room.

As if they knew of his presence, they deliberately used a fire extinguisher to cover their bodies when leaving the stairs.

He gets a chill whenever he thinks about it.

This sense of fear did not fade with time; on the contrary, it deepened with recollection.

Why cover up your figure when you've already used the loudspeaker to disperse the crowd at the visitor center?

Is it caution? Or a test?

Or did you anticipate your own plans?

But how did they predict this?

His status as a child should naturally not attract much attention.

The idea of ​​recording the video was a spur-of-the-moment decision and could not have been known beforehand.

He had a vague feeling that the exploding dry powder fire extinguisher was meant to prevent him from seeing its face.

But why are you afraid of him seeing you?

If we get seen, we can just kill the witness.

When did those assassins from the Black Organization start having so many concerns?

He couldn't figure it out; no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't understand it.

He voiced his doubts, wanting to hear what Haibara, as an outsider, would think.

Chapter 207 Rum Needs Him

"Is it possible that you know those two people, or know one of them?"

"Only this can explain why they were aware of your existence but did not choose to take action against you."

Ai Haibara stood with her hands behind her back, and didn't feel the same chills that Conan had.

"On the contrary, I feel that this behavior is a kind of protection, a kind of protection for you."

Conan's brow relaxed slightly.