Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Hey, the model worker actually has the leisure to sit in a tavern today. What, not going to order a drink?"

Gin looked up, his dark green eyes meeting his scarlet ones. He flicked the ash from his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

"You're late again."

“I don’t have the virtue of being punctual.”

An overwhelming sense of oppression enveloped Ran Mouri, but she ignored it. With her hands in her pockets, she took the lead and walked out.

"Let's go, if we stay any longer I'll start to want to blow this place up."

She appeared relaxed, but was actually tense. The person standing behind her was extremely intimidating. If Qingze hadn't given her special training in this area last night, she probably would have been overcome with fear and given herself away.

A soft sound came from the earphone, which meant that Qingze had given his approval on the other end, and Ran Mouri immediately felt relieved.

Stepping out of the bar, Ran Mouri quietly took a deep breath and finally felt alive again.

Coming to crowded places like this is torture.

She stood by the roadside with her hands in her pockets, leaning slightly to the side, looking at Gin next to her.

The tavern was dimly lit, and only then did she see the man's entire face clearly.

With silver hair and green eyes, excessively pale skin, a dangerous and cold gaze, and dressed in all black, he exuded a dangerous aura and didn't look like a good person.

In comparison, Qingze's usual demeanor was much gentler.

"Where's your car? Do you expect me to walk there?"

"coming."

Ahead, a black Porsche drove up and stopped precisely in front of the two of them. Gin opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

Ran Mouri glanced at the person in the driver's seat.

He was a big guy wearing sunglasses and dressed all in black.

It should be the vodka that Qingze mentioned.

I opened the car door, sat in the back seat, and the Porsche slowly started.

There was a faint smell of tobacco in the car, not strong, and Ran Mouri could tolerate it.

Leaning back in her chair, she turned her head to look at the bustling street, the lighter in her hand spinning unconsciously.

These are some of the little things that Aozawa does when he's bored, and Ran Mouri copied them.

Role-playing, role-playing, details are very important.

Subconscious actions when bored, ways of thinking, walking posture, expression, and temperament are all important factors in distinguishing whether a person is still themselves.

It must be said that Ran Mouri is truly talented in acting, and given that her own safety was at stake, she devoted herself entirely to the role.

Gin was completely unaware that the Koniak in front of him had been replaced.

Gin looked at the person in the back seat through the rearview mirror, his gaze finally settling on the person's hands.

"You seem a little different."

He spoke abruptly, his words an undisguised probing.

He sensed that Koniak's imposing aura had diminished considerably, and his hawk-like eyes were fixed on Ran Mouri's face.

Ran Mouri's hand stopped moving, and goosebumps instantly erupted all over her body.

This situation was truly terrifying. Gin was like a keen hunter, keeping a close eye on him, and the slightest abnormality could lead to utter ruin.

Just as she was shocked and unsure how to react, a soft sound came through her earphones at the right moment.

It's about appeasement.

The wide hood covering her eyes gave Ran Mouri time to react.

She quickly calmed down and realized that Gin was bluffing her.

Based on the character description Qingze gave her and the special training last night, she quickly organized her vocabulary.

The young man raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes peeking out from under the hood, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Oh? Paying so much attention to me, Gin, are you secretly in love with me?"

Upon hearing this, Gin fell silent.

The driver, Vodka, almost slammed on the brakes.

Koniak really has a knack for saying outrageous things; he can say anything.

"It seems it was just my imagination." Gin's temples bulged with veins. He closed his eyes and abandoned his probing thoughts.

He was merely ordered to probe whether there had been any changes in Koniak.

Although he didn't know why his superiors had given such an order, he had no intention of making enemies.

Koniak could not betray the organization, just as Gin could not.

If he is the organization's top killer, then Koniak is a knife personally forged by the BOSS.

However, this knife is too powerful; it would injure a thousand enemies but also harm eight hundred of its own, so it is rarely used unless absolutely necessary.

As for any minor changes to the knife, as long as the handle is still in the hand of the person wielding it, nothing else matters.

Busy people in the organization don't want to worry about trivial matters like whether new patterns have been added to the knife.

A few rhythmic beeps came through the earphones; these were keywords typed in Morse code.

"I think you're acting a bit strange today, Gin." The young man's voice was mocking, and even his posture carried a hint of sarcasm and teasing.

"You have to do such a small thing as taking me to the lab yourself? What's wrong? Have you been stripped of your power or suppressed?"

"I heard you killed Pisco, killed Ireland, and in the end Bourbon cleaned up your mess and dealt with Shirley... No way, are you really going to be in deep trouble?"

A few more veins bulged on Gin's forehead, as if a noisy crow was cawing incessantly in his ear.

They even deliberately say things you don't like to hear, which makes it really hard not to get irritated.

Gin was emitting a chilling aura, but Koniak not only didn't back down, he continued to taunt and trash talk, deliberately trying to mess with people's mentality.

Vodka swallowed hard, sensing the dangerous atmosphere in the car, as if he were about to be beheaded at any moment.

Chapter 22 Uneasy

Gin clearly had ample experience dealing with Koniak, ignoring all of his words as if he hadn't heard them and not responding at all.

Some people, the more you pay attention to them, the more energetic they become.

Seeing that no one responded, Ran Mouri clicked her tongue twice, feeling rather bored, and stopped talking.

She apologized in her heart to Gin, who had been verbally attacked by her.

She herself would never say such harsh words. These words were a complete replica of Qingze's performance yesterday.

Even she, an outsider, couldn't help but clench her fists upon hearing this, let alone Gin himself!

Gin is very magnanimous to be able to hold back his temper.

Gin is used to it.

He did try to educate Koniak, but a machine without pain will not give you any emotional feedback; it will only bite off a piece of your flesh.

You can't kill him by messing with him, and you can't beat him by fighting him. You also have to be careful that he doesn't take you down with him if he's in a bad mood one day.

There's really no other way but to pretend he doesn't exist.

Gin took out his phone and submitted a brief report stating "Everything is normal" for this unexpected mission.

Silence fell over the car again, then a sound came through the earpiece; it was Qingze signaling that it was time to take out the phone.

Knowing that this hurdle was temporarily over and Gin wouldn't cause any more trouble, Ran Mouri relaxed a little.

As soon as I took out my phone to unlock it, a message popped up.

Well done.

Qingze sat on the toilet in the bathroom. It was during class time, but he had asked for leave on the grounds of an upset stomach, and was keeping an eye on the live feed in his earphones.

Currently, Ran Mouri has passed the test with Gin.

Next up is the lab.

There's a high probability that Vermouth will appear in the lab, after all, there are only a few people in the organization who really know him.

Rum obviously couldn't personally test him; Gin had already shown up, so it was Vermouth who was left.

Compared to Vermouth, Gin is much purer.

After all, Gin always follows orders and only acts when the organization needs him to go on a mission.

He didn't care about things unrelated to the mission, nor did he notice the slight changes in Koniak.

As long as there is no betrayal, then it has nothing to do with him.

But Vermouth is different; she is a mystic.

There are many secrets, and many secrets that are known.

Only she knows what she's thinking, and besides, she's the BOSS's most trusted subordinate, knowing a lot about the organization.

Gin most likely accepted a mission to test him, while Vermouth most likely knew everything.

However, he had already given her all the necessary instructions last night. He even gave Ran Mouri a character analysis of the people who would appear.

Having already dealt with Gin, getting past Vermouth shouldn't be too difficult.

Jingle Bell--

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Qingze glanced at the time and realized it was time for school to end.

He felt that campus life was too easy, which was completely different from what he subconsciously believed.

There are no heavy schoolwork assignments, classes are relaxed, there is not much homework, and there is plenty of personal time after school.

Those club activities and sports were all brimming with the exuberance and freedom of youth.

He stood on the third-floor corridor, watching the men and women laughing and playing freely on the playground below. His eyes were dark and gloomy, and an uncontrollable jealousy welled up from the bottom of his heart.

What disgusting indulgence and freedom!

Sonoko Suzuki stood at the classroom door, looking at the girl not far away, then stopped, a look of worry on her face.

What's wrong with Xiaolan lately?

Why does she always feel so lonely and sad?

She walked over, her eyes filled with worry. "Xiaolan! Are you feeling better? Does your stomach still hurt?"

Qingze turned his head to look at her, and the girl put on a fake, gentle smile.

"Nothing else, it should be our turn to do chores today, right?"

"Yes, Sera is already cleaning."

"Let's go too, don't keep her waiting too long."

……

The Porsche pulled into a luxurious private hospital. Ran Mouri remembered the hospital's name and followed Gin from the underground parking lot into the elevator.

The elevator goes directly to the top floor.

This entire top floor is filled with laboratories, using the hospital's name to openly conduct human research.

Qingze did not explain the organization's business in detail to Maoli Ran.

Looking at the entire floor of the research institute, Ran Mouri gained a general understanding of the power of the organization that Aozawa belonged to.

This organization is very wealthy.

A middle-aged man with a coral-shaped haircut, wearing a white lab coat, walked out of the laboratory. When he saw Qingze, his eyes behind his glasses lit up with excitement.

He licked his chin in a hoarse voice, his eyes burning with undisguised intensity.

"Finally here, I've kept you waiting for so long."

Being stared at like that, Ran Mouri felt a chill run down her spine, matching the description of Qingze with the corresponding code name.