Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Small groups of passersby chatted and laughed, paying no extra attention to her.

There were cars parked on the side of the road, but the reflection in the windows made it impossible to see if anyone was inside them.

Rum's email came again; it was an address.

Come here.

He closed his phone, his eyes slightly lowered.

Is Rum trying to use him as bait to lure away anyone who might be tracking him?

He turned into a nearby convenience store, walked around inside for a while, and then went out the back door to another street.

There were still quite a few people on this street.

He walked into a clothing store, went into the changing room, took off his wig, and revealed his original face.

When they came out, they had completely changed their appearance.

The bus stopped at the roadside, and he walked onto it.

Sitting by the window, he looked at the stalker hiding somewhere outside, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Rum, a fisherman, wanted to use him as bait.

But he didn't want to be bait.

Before you know it, the bait is swallowed whole.

"Akai, I've lost him!" Camel's voice was somewhat anxious.

The target was always on foot, so it wasn't convenient for him to follow in a car. When he saw the target enter the convenience store, he was about to get out of the car, but he was a step too slow and couldn't find the target anymore.

“We are still following.”

Shuichi Akai remained calm, his voice carrying a reassuring quality.

The moment Risa Yada entered the clothing store, Conan alerted Shuichi Akai.

He entered the clothing store with the intention of changing clothes before leaving.

Once the clothes are changed, the locator placed in the coat pocket will become ineffective.

They rushed to the clothing store and waited at the only entrance.

As expected, Risa Yada was not among those who came out.

However, clothes can be changed, appearance can be altered, but body shape cannot be changed.

Conan and Shuichi Akai instantly locked onto a man with a corn braid.

The car started and landed at the back of the bus station, neither too far nor too close.

"My location has been shared with you. Be ready to respond at any time and follow my instructions."

"Yes!"

"Judy, you too. Once he's out of the crowd, we're ready to move!"

"Yes."

Vermouth stood by the roadside, taking in all of these sights.

Is Binga being targeted by the FBI?

As someone who had been targeted by the FBI, she knew best how difficult the FBI could be.

Especially Shuichi Akai, he's ridiculously strong.

A year ago in New York, she intended to deal with this traitor, but he injured her instead. If Xiaolan hadn't stopped her from falling down the stairs, she probably would have fallen into the hands of the FBI.

After returning to Japan, Shuichi Akai not only left a scar on Gin's face, but also staged his own death to bring Kir back into the organization, while keeping himself hidden in the shadows.

After his feigned death was exposed, he miraculously survived the hail of bullets from the Ospreys and even drove them back.

The organization didn't get anything good out of him.

This time they've set their sights on Binga, and Binga is probably in trouble.

But what does this have to do with her?

"Teacher, that man who just came out of the clothing store and got on the bus, that must be Binga, right?"

Only this man with the corn braids has a figure most similar to that of the woman, Risa Yada.

"Ah."

"Teacher, is he being watched?"

Having studied under Aozawa for so long, Ran Mouri's sensitivity has also improved.

The car that Binga parked on the side of the road after entering the clothing store quickly followed the bus after it started moving, clearly indicating that someone was following him.

Unfortunately, to avoid attracting attention, she kept a distance and didn't go closer to look, so she didn't know who the person in the unfamiliar car was.

"You want to follow them and see?" Vermouth sensed her intention.

Ran Mouri nodded honestly.

She really wanted to go and see it.

She was not involved in the ocean park incident, nor could she be involved; she could only sense the danger from snippets of news reports.

The trembling and fear she felt when she pretended to be held hostage by Gin were still fresh in her mind. Fear was instinctive, but she wanted to overcome it.

She wanted to see what would happen, to see how these people fought.

She can't always keep herself in a comfort zone; it's not a bad thing to take a little risk when she can ensure her safety.

Vermouth didn't want to take Ran to do something so dangerous.

But how easy is it to just stand by and watch?

Bullets have no eyes; what if you get hit by a stray bullet once a fire breaks out?

What kind of old lady would move forward instead of hiding when danger is ahead?

However, she did not refuse outright.

Give me a reason that can convince me.

“Binga realized he had been exposed, so my situation was very dangerous.”

"Oh? How so?"

Vermouth looked at her curiously, anticipating her reasoning for this conclusion.

"Binga is after Shinichi. He must have confirmed that Shinichi is not dead, and he may have already informed the organization..."

"Shinichi's parents are not in Japan. I am Shinichi's closest person in Japan. If they can't find Shinichi, they will choose to use me to lure Shinichi out and kill him."

Ran Mouri sighed inwardly at this point.

This morning, Aozawa said something similar to her, except that back then it was Aozawa who was being seduced, but now it's Shinichi.

She hated this feeling.

This feeling of helplessness, of being forced to passively wait for a crisis to arrive, is awful.

The fact that she was Koniak's "girlfriend" was a secret known only to a few people.

Even though she is also Vermouth's student, it doesn't mean the organization will let her off the hook in this matter.

At most, because of these relationships, they might spare her life afterward.

After Qingze recounted the organization's modus operandi and various deeds to her, she already had a clear understanding of her situation.

The moment Shinichi shrunk and chose to stay, it was destined that she would be deeply entangled in it and unable to escape.

Chapter 260 Gin, how did you get targeted by the traffic police?

In Poirot's Café, an elderly man wearing medical goggles and sporting exaggerated front teeth walked in.

"Hello, welcome."

He glanced at Amuro Tooru, who was smiling and greeting guests, and found a corner seat with a panoramic view of the bar.

"I'd like a cup of coffee."

"OK, wait."

While waiting for his coffee, he put on his headphones.

As soon as the communication was established, Chianti's noisy voice came through.

"Are we going to this location to ambush the FBI?"

“Yes, Binga is being watched by the FBI, and he’ll draw them in,” Gin answered his question.

"What if he gets arrested before we can lure him over?"

"Then let's take care of him!"

Gin's voice carried a chilling indifference, as if he were referring not to a companion, but to an insignificant passerby.

"Ah~ How cruel. I like it!" Chianti laughed maniacally.

"I've disliked him for a long time."

"How many people in the organization do you actually like?" Vodka muttered speechlessly as he drove to his destination.

“Gin, Cohen, Vodka, you could barely count as one, and then there’s Rum.”

“What if he doesn’t come?” Cohen, who was usually quiet, suddenly spoke up.

He didn't think Binga was someone who would willingly act as bait.

“I don’t think he can shake off the FBI’s pursuit.” Gin’s voice was calm, but it carried a hint of contempt for Binga.

Binga saw him as a rival and wanted to climb over him to get ahead, but he never took Binga seriously.

In terms of infiltration and disguise, he can't compare to Vermouth; in terms of intelligence gathering, he's about the same as Bourbon; in terms of physical skills, he can't compare to Curaçao; and in terms of marksmanship, he's far inferior to him.

He was highly valued by Rum for two reasons: firstly, he was quite versatile, and secondly, he was intelligent.

But with that, he's far from being the third-ranking person in the organization.

He didn't think that Binga could shake off Shuichi Akai's pursuit in this way.

It's even quite possible that he thought he had gotten rid of them, but in reality he hadn't.

Once the FBI shows up to arrest him, he will only have two options.

Either bring the FBI to this target location, or ask them for help.

Rum listened to their conversation, frowning in displeasure.

Binga was his man, and Gin killed him without warning?

He looked up at Bourbon, who was grinding coffee with a coffee machine, and sent a message to Gin.

Gin, driving his Porsche, glanced at the lit screen and let out a disdainful snort.

He turned his gaze forward, where traffic police were checking for drunk drivers.

Looking at the traffic police and the checkpoints on the road, he frowned slightly, but still slowed down and queued up.

The car window was quickly knocked on. He rolled down the window, and when the traffic police saw his face, their expressions changed instantly.

Taking in the astonished and wary expressions of the traffic police officers, Gin frowned and slammed on the gas pedal before they could react.

The Porsche launched itself from a standstill, accelerating in a fraction of a second, crashing through the checkpoint, and speeding away amidst the astonished gazes of several traffic police officers.

"I've noted down the license plate! Quick! Report it!"

Traffic Inspector Yumi Miyamoto was the quickest to react, using her walkie-talkie to contact nearby traffic police officers.

"Someone broke through the checkpoint; the license plate number is Shinjuku 34-4683... The person inside is the suspect who committed the crime at the Fukuda residence in Kyoto last night..."

A motorcycle with flashing red and blue lights and a siren was chasing relentlessly behind him, and Gin's expression was very unpleasant.

What happened again?

Why were these traffic police officers so wary of him?

"Gin, why did I hear an alarm going off over there?" Chianti asked, puzzled.