Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Binga sometimes admires Bourbon; he works very diligently as a waiter, just like a real coffee shop employee.

And the craftsmanship is quite good.

Although he is a mystic and rarely appears in the organization, I must say he is a good waiter.

But for him, the job of a waiter was tedious.

Ever since he dressed up as a woman and went to that shop, business was already good, but the coffee shop's business has become even better.

Especially since Kogoro Mouri upstairs would come down and harass him from time to time.

Yesterday, I even grabbed his hand and touched it.

The feeling of being sexually harassed almost made him lose control, and he shot him.

He wanted it to end quickly, fearing that one day he might lose control and drop his disguise in front of Kogoro Mouri, then shoot him dead.

“Keep an eye on him.” Rum’s voice was flat, unsurprised by the outcome.

Although they suspected Bourbon was an undercover agent.

However, he only suspected it and did not want to take action against Bourbon without concrete evidence.

Who says undercover agents are useless? Who says undercover agents can't work for the organization?

Only Gin was thinking about killing all the rats; to Rum, the rats that had already been targeted were no big deal.

Besides, if he kills someone with such strong abilities, where will he find another one?

Curaçao is gone, and the remaining elites are all very valuable.

"Besides keeping an eye on Bourbon, also investigate Shinichi Kudo. Find out why he disappeared as soon as possible; I need to know if he's really dead..."

Rum has an inexplicable interest in Shinichi Kudo.

I have a feeling that there is some important mystery hidden around this person.

It's a kind of intuition, something that seems to come out of nowhere.

However, the organization has just caused a major commotion, and the police and Self-Defense Forces are on high alert. Most of the organization's missions have been suspended, and it is temporarily in hiding.

In order not to alert the enemy, Binga, who has already taken on the role of a waiter, is the best investigator.

Moreover, there is a childhood friend there who grew up with Shinichi Kudo.

“Shinichi Kudo…” Binga quickly recalled who this person was in his mind.

"Yes."

"In addition, check on Koniak's recent activities."

Upon hearing this, Binga immediately broke into an excited smile.

"Have you finally begun to suspect him?"

"No, I just want to know what he's been doing lately."

And who exactly is the "she" that Gin mentioned?

Chapter 235 We can't be too ruthless.

The moon is already high in the sky.

After making the phone call with Vermouth, the Maybach drove out of Tokyo.

It was already late at night, and the roads along the coast were empty and desolate, with only the streetlights emitting a warm yellow glow.

Qingze parked the car on the shore, got out, leaned against the car, and gazed at the deep sea at night.

After watching for a while, he stepped over the railing and lay down on the same rock he had lain on before.

He rested his head on his hands, gazing up at the boundless starry sky.

In the dark blue sky, the stars are sparse, distant, and indifferent.

All I could hear was the tireless crashing of the waves against the rocks, producing a monotonous yet powerful pounding sound, repeating endlessly, like an eternal sigh.

Whenever his emotions become too intense, he chooses to go to a secluded place and stay quietly to calm himself down.

However, this tactic seems to have lost its effectiveness.

The words I heard on the phone kept echoing in my mind, and I couldn't suppress the smile on my face.

It is irresistible and cannot be refused.

Reason was screaming, but that damned heart was beating incredibly hard.

He was starting to regret not hanging up on Vermouth directly, which allowed him to overhear such a long conversation.

He wasn't unaware of Ran Mouri's feelings for him.

But he felt it was more of a dependency.

She mistook this dependence for affection.

But it turns out that's not how it is...

He didn't really have any ideas about their future.

So what if souls are swapped? Just because they're swapped now doesn't mean they'll keep swapping forever.

He will resolve this matter sooner or later and allow Ran Mouri to return to her normal life.

And he will return to his own path.

After that, they probably won't have any further contact.

People from completely different worlds shouldn't be forced together; it's unlikely to end well.

"Is this what it feels like to be blinded by emotions?" He covered his eyes and sighed.

So unfamiliar, so... terrifying.

The surging tide almost overturned the barriers he had built with reason.

It made him want to overturn everything from the past, to accelerate the organization's demise, to eliminate all hidden dangers immediately, and to completely break free of his shackles...

One radical and risky idea after another kept popping into his mind. He even started to not want to deal with the soul swapping issue anymore...

Reason and emotion are locked in a fierce battle, like two ferocious beasts tearing at each other in a small cage.

A voice is roaring:

This is an abyss! Jumping in means certain death!

Another voice whispered seductively in my ear:

Seize her! If you want her, then have her! Even if it's just for a day, the happiness of the present moment is what truly matters! Why think about that vague "future"?

Cold rationality immediately issued a sharp sarcastic remark:

Come on, do you really think you have some brilliant soul?

They were all soaked in blood.

What does something lurking in a dark corner want sunlight for?

She likes you now, but only now. Once she finds out what you've done, do you think she'll still like you?

What makes you think you're any different from Gin and the others?

They're all just executioners.

Human hearts are fickle, and feelings are the most unreliable thing. Once betrayed, they are like a sharp knife that can stab you in the heart, killing you instantly with no chance of survival.

Then another voice emerged, this one sinister and sickly.

What are you afraid of?

Possess her, lock her up, drag her into the abyss together, and she will never be able to leave you.

Several voices in his head made his temples throb, the sharp noise almost drowning out the sound of the waves.

Qingze stood up, took off his clothes, and jumped into the sea.

The seawater felt like countless ice needles, instantly piercing his skin and enveloping his entire body, instantly cooling his overheated body and brain.

He was like a fish swimming through the dark sea.

The icy seawater pressed against my eardrums, blocking out the sounds of the wind and waves from the shore, and also washing away the chaotic noises in my mind.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally dragged his heavy body ashore from the icy sea.

Soaked to the bone, exposed to the sea breeze in the dead of night, my skin instantly broke out in goosebumps.

He stood on the shore, his chest heaving, panting, the salty, icy air filling his lungs.

Looking back at the calm sea, the surface remained deep, and the waves shimmered with a cold, silvery sheen under the moonlight.

He shook his head self-deprecatingly, water droplets dripping from his hair.

“A minor should not be so heartless and insane.”

He put on his clothes and walked back to the car step by step.

That's it, she didn't know anyway.

Just like before, pretend it never happened.

……

Poirot Café wasn't very busy today, but there were still a few customers sitting in the shop, drinking coffee and enjoying a peaceful afternoon.

The door was pushed open, and a woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses walked in.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Amuro Tooru, wearing an apron, narrowed his eyes.

This outfit looks so familiar.

"Welcome," he greeted with a smile. "What would you like, ma'am?"

The stylishly dressed woman glanced at him, looked around the store, and sat down by the window.

"I'd like a sandwich and a coffee."

"Ok."

Amuro Tooru returned to the kitchen to make sandwiches, and Yada brought out the coffee he had made, along with a dish of sugar cubes.

"Madam, your coffee is ready."

The woman glanced at her, nodded, and slowly stirred the sugar cube into the coffee.

Not long after, the door was pushed open again.

Kogoro Mouri walked in with a newspaper, looking quite respectable. He had originally intended to chat with the new waitress, but his eyes lit up when he saw the pretty lady by the window, and he pulled out the chair opposite her.

"Beautiful lady, may I sit here?"

The woman glanced at him with a smile and nodded indifferently.

Risa Yada breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed she wouldn't be bothered today.

"Ms. Yada, I'd like a cup of coffee."

"Ok."

She brought the coffee she had just made to Kogoro Mouri, and just as she placed the sugar cubes, her hand was suddenly grabbed.

The fake smile on his face froze.

How exactly did Kogoro Mouri manage to grab her hand?

She had been on guard the whole time...

Kogoro Mouri grabbed her hand and leered at it, "Miss Yada's hands are so smooth..."

As she felt the hands stroking her palms and the backs of her hands, Risa Yada's expression turned terrifying for a moment.

She took a few deep breaths to suppress the urge to kill the person in front of her.

Seeing this scene, the seated woman smiled enigmatically, picked up her coffee, and took a small sip.

Risa Yada forcefully pulled her hand away, her tone icy, "Mr. Mori, please have some self-respect!"

Kogoro Mouri, looking every bit the lecher, completely ignored the other person's cold expression.