Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Despite it being somewhat surprising news, she accepted it remarkably well.

If it were them, it would seem quite normal for them to know these secrets.

"Kazami, be careful once you're on the Ferris wheel, and make sure to clear the crowd out..."

"Okay, I understand..."

Not far behind them, an inconspicuous car was following them at a distance.

Binga, sporting dreadlocks, drove up and dialed Rum's number.

"Rum, Curaçao has left the police hospital."

Where are they going?

Looking at the enormous Ferris wheel, which was still conspicuous even from a distance, Binga's lips curled into a smile.

"Your guess is correct, they are going to Ocean Park."

As he spoke, his tone was somewhat sarcastic.

"They even know about this kind of thing. It seems that the mole that Zero Group has planted in the organization is quite important."

Binga is a spirit made by fermenting and distilling fresh sugarcane juice.

It uses the same raw materials as rum and is undoubtedly rum's confidant.

He is also very ambitious and wants to replace Gin's position in the organization.

Rum sat in a black luxury car, smoking a cigar, his gaze lingering on the traffic outside the window.

Gin somehow got Koniak involved in the mission to bring Curaçao back, but Curaçao was of paramount importance.

He was far from comfortable entrusting the matter entirely to Koniak.

It wasn't that I was worried about Koniak's abilities, but something else...

Koniak will definitely be able to bring Curaçao back, but it's hard to say whether he'll bring her back alive or dead.

He didn't want to lose such a useful tool as Curaçao.

“I suspect that the nail is Koniak.”

Binga's voice came through the headphones.

Rum didn't react much, just flicked the ash from his burning cigar.

“Binga, don’t let personal grudges get involved. He couldn’t possibly betray the organization.”

Hearing this, Binga, who was driving, curled his lip.

Sometimes he really couldn't understand where Rum got the confidence that Koniak would never betray him.

Koniak's displeasure with the organization was clearly written all over his face.

“Binga, once this is over, you go and keep an eye on Bourbon.”

"You suspect it's Bourbon? I understand."

After hanging up, Rum dialed Gin's number.

"Gin, inform Ray."

Gin's voice carried a hint of mocking indifference:

“One Kiel isn’t enough to rouse him.”

"What about adding Curaçao?"

"Oh?"

Gin's smile widened suddenly, tinged with an almost cruel interest.

"You're playing a very risky game. What if... Curaçao ends up being taken away by them?"

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, as if weighing the pros and cons of this crazy plan.

Rum snorted coldly, his tone filled with absolute control and disdain: "Send that thing out."

He paused slightly, each word like a blade chilled by ice, brimming with murderous intent.

"Besides Curaçao, I want that Ferris wheel—no one survived."

Since Koniak is involved, the commotion will inevitably be quite significant.

So let's go all out and go even bigger.

Gin's smile widened, his eyes flashing with bloodlust, like a beast that had finally caught the scent of blood and been released, its long-suppressed destructive desires suddenly igniting.

That wasn't just unusual excitement, but a morbid, frenzied euphoria!

"You said it yourself."

……

"Fire! Fire!"

In the ocean park, a raging fire broke out unexpectedly in a corner.

The fire spread extremely quickly, billowing thick smoke, and the crowd instantly became agitated.

Tourists rushed toward the exit in a panic, while staff scrambled to maintain order.

The amusement park was a bit confused.

On its first day of operation, the park was inexplicably bombed during a broadcast, causing quite a commotion, and was forced to close in the afternoon.

After a day of inspection and confirming that no bombs had been planted, they reopened the park. But after only two days of peace, they've now encountered a fire!

There was no other way but to ensure the safety of the tourists, so the park had to be closed temporarily, and staff organized firefighting efforts and called the fire department.

The fire was raging, and several staff members were futilely waving fire extinguishers.

The only saving grace is that the fire will not spread further.

Qingze stood in a dark corner not far away, where a breeze blew in the heat.

He twirled the lighter in his hand.

The rose pattern on the lighter is faintly visible.

Chapter 209 Holy crap!

Conan, sitting at home, was restless.

A strange sense of anxiety gripped him.

He had a feeling that something big was happening, and that he had missed a crucial clue, but what was it?

His parents went to the United States a few days ago and won't be back for a few more days, so he was home alone.

He forced himself to quickly review the events of the past few days in his mind:

Curaçao infiltrates the police department to steal classified information; she is then chased and falls into Tokyo Bay; she finally appears on the shore of the Ocean Park.

What exactly did she steal? Besides the police, who else is hunting her down? Is the FBI aware of this?

I remember that day when I was walking home from the shooting range, Subaru Okiya hurriedly answered the phone saying there was an emergency, and afterwards the Kudo residence remained completely dark all night...

Mr. Akai was probably involved in this incident as well!

He suddenly pulled out his phone, his fingertips swiping rapidly to search for news from that day.

Several days have passed, and discussions about that horrific car accident continue to rage. The internet is flooded with photos and videos taken by eyewitnesses, and some have even captured the moment the car plunged into the sea.

Conan opened the videos one after another, his eyes scanning every detail with keen insight.

Suddenly, his finger paused, and he pressed the pause button hard, zooming in on the footage—it was aerial footage taken by a drone.

In the footage: a long line of cars is paralyzed on the cross-sea bridge; in the center, a heavy truck is blocking the road, with its rear end hanging over the edge of the bridge, flames raging and thick smoke billowing from the vehicle; around the truck, the bridge railings on both sides are smashed to pieces, a horrific sight.

Not far from the truck, a red Ford Mustang was parked at an angle, leaving a large empty area around it.

Conan's pupils suddenly contracted; it was Shuichi Akai's car!

A cold bolt of lightning instantly cleaved through the fog!

He suddenly realized what that lingering premonition was—Miss Mizunashi, something must have happened to her!

Curaçao has returned to the organization, and Shuichi Akai, who confronted her on the bridge, will inevitably be exposed!

It's been three whole days! Is... still not enough time?

Conan ran out of his house and went to the villa across the street.

Inside the mansion, several key members of the FBI were prominently displayed.

Judy looked surprised when she saw him rush in, panting. "Boy? What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Has Miss Mizunashi been exposed?"

Conan asked abruptly, his voice filled with barely concealed urgency.

Shuichi Akai, now showing his true face, looked up at him, slowly nodded, and a deep seriousness settled in the depths of his green eyes:

"I'm afraid so. She's gone missing."

"Damn it!" Conan gritted his teeth.

He realized it too late; if he had known immediately, he could have reminded Miss Mizunashi.

Now, Miss Mizunashi is nowhere to be found, and they don't even have a direction to rescue her!

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

Shuichi Akai pulled out his phone with one hand, and the moment his gaze swept across the screen, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a sharp killing intent burst forth from his body.

"What's wrong, Mr. Akai?" Conan immediately noticed something was wrong, and his voice became involuntarily hurried.

Shuichi Akai didn't answer, he just tossed the phone to him.

The screen displayed a message from Kiel's phone number—a dimly lit photograph.

The photo is dark; it was taken on location.

Covered in blood, Rena Mizunashi was tied to an iron fence, her fate unknown.

Conan's breath hitched, and his fingers tightened abruptly.

He immediately zoomed in on the photo, turned the phone's brightness to maximum, and began to examine the environment closely.

The organization sent the photos not just for them to see, but also to provide clues about their location.

In the scene, Rena Mizunashi is surrounded by dense iron railings, and the passageway is arranged vertically—a structure typically found at higher elevations.

Judging from the space and environment, it looks like it's inside something, and it's very spacious.

Besides these, there were also some faintly colorful ambient lights in the dim light.

Such a structure...high up...colorful light...

Which one could it be...?

......

When the police officers arrived at the Ocean Park, they heard the park closing announcement as soon as they got out of the car.

"Why is the park suddenly closed?" someone asked in confusion.

Kazami Yuya listened carefully to the broadcast: "The amusement park is on fire."

He looked in the direction of the fire, which was not in the same location as their destination and was quite far away. He didn't see any open flames, but there was a lot of smoke.

"The park's closure is also a good thing for us."

Kazami Yuya did not intend to change his original plan; it was just a fire, and it would not affect their operations.

As originally planned, they began negotiating with the staff to have the Ferris wheel started separately for them while the park was closed, without turning off the five-colored lights.

Curaçao boarded the Ferris wheel cabin under the guard of Kazami Yuya, while the others stood guard and kept watch below the Ferris wheel.

After handcuffing Curaçao to the metal railings inside the Ferris wheel cabin, Kazami Yuya sat down and waited for the Ferris wheel to slowly rise.

Unlike the ground, the Ferris wheel only has one exit. Even if Curaçao regains her memory, Kazami Yuya is not worried about her running away.

Unless she can fly, there's no way she can escape.