Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Ran Mouri was speechless.

If this isn't considered arrogant, then what is?

"Gin driving an Osprey, that's what you call arrogant, okay?"

Ran Mouri remained silent.

Compared to them, they are indeed very low-key.

While knocking out everyone he encountered, Qingze counted the number of people.

Two of the ten security guards are still missing from guarding the gate, and only two of the five maids have been encountered. The two chefs should be in the kitchen.

After turning on the signal jammer he brought, Qingze stepped onto the wooden corridor.

The sound of boots clicking on the wooden floor was crisp as Qingze made his way forward, knocking out everyone he encountered. The noise he made quickly caught the butler's attention.

Kikuta Fukuda is fifty-three years old this year.

He is not only the butler of the Fukuda family, but also a master of swordsmanship and the head of the family's bodyguard.

Fukuda was a surname bestowed upon him by the head of the family; before that, his surname was Hayakawa.

Upon hearing the commotion coming from the corridor, he immediately grabbed the samurai sword that was on the shelf.

He pushed open the wooden sliding door and stepped out of the tatami room.

There were two people in front of me.

A silver-haired man dressed in all black, and a glamorous woman also dressed in black.

Danger!

His sixth sense, honed through years of martial arts training, told him that the person in front of him was extremely dangerous.

bass--

The long sword was drawn, its gleaming blade slashing straight down at the person in front.

boom!

A sharp pain shot through my wrist, and in that brief moment of loosening my grip, the longsword had already been disarmed by my opponent.

In an instant, he was filled with boundless terror.

He had practiced swordsmanship diligently for decades, only to have his sword taken away from him like that?

What kind of monster is this?

What are they here for?

Why didn't anyone warn us when we got here?

Where are the security guards?

His fear grew stronger and stronger. Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through the back of his neck, and the immense force made his vision go black. He collapsed to the ground.

After knocking the butler unconscious by striking him on the back of the neck, Qingze weighed the knife in his hand and twirled it.

The knife is nice, I'll take it.

He picked up the scabbard, sheathed the sword, stepped over the unconscious man, and continued walking.

Chapter 246 What do you want to do?

Ran Mouri and Qingze made their moves quietly, without any unnecessary words. If they could defeat someone in one move, they would never need two.

It gave her a sense of frustration that she was following along but couldn't do anything useful.

Ran Mouri glanced back at the butler she had met at the Metropolitan Police Department before. Back then, he exuded an air of arrogant disdain and an absolute confidence in the power of the Fukuda family.

Now lying here, subdued in one move, there is no dignity or respect to speak of.

Fukuda's arrogance and confidence stem from rules and systems, but when he steps outside of them and uses absolute violence, what can even a powerful aristocratic family do?

We are all human beings; when a person is killed, they die.

Therefore, Qingze never took these people seriously.

She sighed inwardly.

When they tried to reason with these people, they were met with scapegoats using the rules to mock them. So, they had no choice but to break the rules and resort to unreasonable methods.

Qingze went through every room, knocking out all the servants and guests, and cleared the area.

Everyone in the Fukuda family, except for the children, was gathered in one room.

After removing all communication devices from them, Qingze also brought in the two adulterers he had knocked unconscious earlier.

Fukuda Shin has three sons and two daughters, and they are all present at today's family dinner.

Including their wives and husbands, there were twelve people in total, all neatly arranged.

If a bomb were to fall on them, they could all die together in a neat and orderly fashion.

Qingze is a kind Qingze today.

I'd like to let him live a little longer.

Aozawa took Fukuda Shin to a separate Japanese-style room, poured truth serum into water, and forced him to swallow it.

"Is the camera hidden properly?"

"Hmm." Ran Mouri checked and confirmed that the camera was turned on.

Qingze handed her the gun, saying, "Hold it in your hand to create a deterrent effect. Don't say anything."

Ran Mouri doesn't know how to use a voice changer or a voice-altering device, so of course she won't open her mouth if she can avoid it.

Ran Mouri nodded.

Aozawa poured a bottle of ice water over Fukuda Shin's head, and the intense cold instantly snapped him out of his coma.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his cloudy pupils contracting sharply after a brief moment of disorientation, revealing the figures of two uninvited guests.

The silver-haired man directly in front of them was dressed in black, exuding an almost tangible aura of murderous intent. Just by standing there, he made the air seem to freeze.

The other person's cold eyes looked down at him, devoid of any warmth, as if they were examining a still-warm corpse.

The woman standing beside her had a cold and beautiful face, with a black pistol casually hooked between her fingers. Her gaze swept over them, equally icy and devoid of any warmth.

His heart pounded, and he forced down the fear in his throat, his eyes scanning his surroundings sharply.

The familiar tatami mat texture, the ink painting scroll on the wall, the tea kettle in the corner... this is undoubtedly his tea room.

Where's Kikuta?

What about those security measures that claim to be foolproof?

Where are the other family members?

How did these two people break into the mansion without anyone noticing?

Carrying a gun and showing his face... is he an assassin? Or... does he have ulterior motives?

A series of doubts and surprises swept through my mind, like the hiss of a venomous snake, growing more and more terrifying the more I thought about it.

He took a deep breath, deliberately lowering his voice, conveying a sense of offended yet desperately trying to maintain his composure, attempting to regain some of the initiative:

"Who are you? What do you want?"

The fact that they didn't lay a hand on him indicates that there's still room for maneuver.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on the person in front of him, trying to glean any useful information from the other person's face.

Don't you recognize me?

A cold smile curled at the corners of Qingze's mouth, and his sneer was particularly jarring in the quiet tea room, carrying undisguised contempt.

"who are you?"

Fukuda Shin frowned deeply as he quickly searched his memory.

He could never forget such an imposing and uniquely dressed person if he had seen them before.

"It seems your dear brother didn't tell you about our existence."

Makoto Fukuda?

Fukuda Shin's heart sank.

Acheng knew that he had a powerful backer; otherwise, how could his ambitious but incompetent younger brother have climbed to the position of councilor?

But how long has Acheng been dead? Why is he only coming to us now?

He remained outwardly calm, maintaining the composure befitting a family head: "No, he has never mentioned you to me."

Although they are brothers, Fukuda Shin and Fukuda Makoto's relationship is generally strained, mainly because they are accomplices.

As the second son, Makoto Fukuda was the least valued in the family. He was jealous of his eldest brother, who was the eldest son, and equally jealous of his beloved younger brother. He also hated his father, who couldn't see him.

Fukuda Shin killed his younger brother and his wife, while Fukuda Makoto used Fukuda Shin's plan and his brother's death to anger his father, who was in the hospital, to death.

"That's a pity. Do you remember how your brother died?"

"Acheng? Wasn't he murdered in a revenge killing?"

As Fukuda Shin followed the other person's words, his gaze began to slightly lose focus, as if a thin mist had veiled the scene before him.

The medicine began to take effect.

“No,” Qingze’s voice pierced clearly through the thin mist, “I’m talking about your other brother.”

He was like the most patient hunter, watching his prey step by step into the trap.

Hallucinations combined with truth-telling, while generally ineffective for interrogation within the organization, are irresistible to pampered individuals like Fukuda Shin.

"Fukuda Akira died a truly tragic death. Not only did you kill him, but you didn't even spare his wife and son. Aren't you afraid he'll come back to haunt you as a ghost?"

The name Akira Fukuda seemed to have triggered some key word, and Shin Fukuda's expression instantly twisted.

That feigned composure crumbled and peeled away, revealing the hideous malice beneath.

His well-maintained face was distorted by extreme hatred and pleasure. He chuckled strangely, completely losing his composure.

"A vengeful spirit? A death-seeking ghost?! If ghosts really existed, would I, Fukuda Shin, still be alive today?! Would I still be sitting comfortably in the position of head of this family?!"

He suddenly shook his head, splashing water droplets, but his eyes burned with a morbid flame.

"He deserved to die! He brought it on himself!"

Fukuda Shin practically roared, his voice echoing in the empty tea room.

"Who told him to be so outstanding? He makes me, the eldest son, look like a good-for-nothing! Even that old geezer..."

He was breathing heavily, as if he could see again his father's eyes, which were always filled with criticism and disappointment. "Even he wants to bypass me and hand over the entire Fukuda family, what should rightfully belong to me, to that brat! Don't even think about it! Dream on!"

Qingze listened quietly, watching his ferocious expression, which remained expressionless.

He continued to probe: "How did you kill him?"

"How do we kill him? Hahahaha!"

Fukuda Shin burst into a shrill laugh, filled with triumphant pleasure and cruel excitement.

"Too easy! I figured out he goes to Nara to see the autumn leaves every year, so I had someone tamper with his car beforehand, made the old man faint from anger, and sent him to the hospital for emergency treatment. Then, one phone call was all it took to trick him into coming back..."

"Even the heavens are on my side! That downpour came at just the right time; even God couldn't stand it anymore and decided to take him down! A perfect accident, flawless, I didn't need to lift a finger! Case closed! Hahahaha..."

He laughed so hard he almost cried, tears streaming down his face. There was not a trace of sorrow for his deceased loved ones in his laughter, only naked, ecstatic joy at achieving his long-cherished wish, twisted to the point of being nauseating.

Chapter 247 I Ask, You Answer

Ran Mouri looked at the demon before her, who had completely torn off his disguise, and felt a surge of physical disgust.

The most deadly blows come from the hands of loved ones, because they stem from the deepest trust and the most vulnerable weaknesses.

She subconsciously looked at Qingze. His profile, disguised, was as hard as a sculpture, and his eyes were calm to the point of being cold. This patricide tragedy seemed like ordinary gossip on the street.

The hallucinogen's effects were fully unleashed.

Fukuda Shin's cloudy pupils completely lost focus, drifting into the void.

He no longer looked at Qingze and Maoli Ran, as if he were in another time and space.