Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Besides Ran Mouri, Conan Edogawa's identity is also closely related to Shinichi Kudo.

The organization might not necessarily target Ran Mouri, but they wouldn't be so lenient with Conan Edogawa.

"Tch, his parents don't care, why are you so concerned?"

Kogoro Mouri forcibly dragged Ran upstairs.

The third floor was exactly the same as when she left. Ran Mouri went inside to change her shoes and poured herself and her father two glasses of water.

"Dad, when did you get back?"

"I arrived at 3 p.m.

"So early..."

This assignment only lasted a day and a half at most.

Kogoro Mouri, who was drinking water, suddenly looked over, his eyes accusing: "What do you mean 'early'? Ran, you don't actually want me to come back, do you?!"

"No way!"

Kogoro Mouri glanced at her, then didn't delve into the topic that would upset his elderly father.

"Do you know anything else about that organization?"

When Conan mentioned the potential danger, Ran's reaction was unusually calm; she showed no worry or fear whatsoever.

Even if you already knew, this reaction is still not normal.

"My teacher has some connection with that organization..."

Which teacher did you have?

Kogoro Mouri narrowed his eyes, and the face of Aozawa popped into his mind.

It couldn't be that kid, could it?

"Teacher Chris."

"Oh, a big star!"

It's not surprising that a big star has some connections.

But isn't this big star being a little too nice to Xiaolan?

"My teacher gave me a lot of self-defense tools, so I'm not afraid!"

Ran Mouri shows her dad her multi-functional watch, a small stun gun, and a bracelet with a hidden steel wire.

"The items are quite good; I carry them with me all the time."

"Yes! I've been learning from my teacher recently, and he's taught me a lot of self-defense techniques."

"Why is she so nice to you?" Kogoro Mouri frowned.

Sometimes, kindness without a clear reason can be dangerous.

Ran Mouri could tell her father was worried, so she honestly replied, "The teacher said I saved her life."

Kogoro Mouri's brow relaxed a little.

If it's a life-saving favor, then I can understand.

"Don't worry, Dad. I can tell whether someone is genuinely good to me or just pretending."

"In that case, I won't say any more."

“That Risa Yada’s code name is Binga, Dad, you have to be careful too.”

"Just how much alcohol does that organization have?" Kogoro Mouri's brows furrowed deeply.

When will they be free from the danger of being targeted by such an organization?

"I don't know..." Ran Mouri sighed. To this day, she still doesn't know exactly how much alcohol the organization has.

"Dad, you have to bring Mom over tomorrow, okay? And you're not allowed to argue with her!"

"I know……"

Chapter 271 Please Let Me Go

The organization base is bustling today.

It's not just because Gin was chased by traffic police and Binga was hunted by the FBI today, but also because of Koniak's love affair.

At the bar in the lounge, a man codenamed Old Tom Gin is performing flair bartending.

He was transferred here from the United States a few days ago.

Besides him, Fryward was also transferred over.

A group of people were gathered around the bar, some sitting and some standing, listening intently as Chianti recounted the day's events.

They were all peripheral members of the organization who had not been given code names.

There are many reasons why someone might not receive a code name. Some may not have joined long enough, some may not have a suitable code name available, and some may not have passed the assessment.

They are responsible for the organization's peripheral work, such as logistics and security.

They also participate in some tasks that do not require the involvement of official members.

Although they were not given code names, the fact that they were able to join the organization and sit in this base already showed that each of them was one in a hundred.

He was definitely not one of those ordinary gangster thugs from violent groups.

While they may not know as much about the various people and matters within the organization as the codenamed members, they certainly know quite a bit.

They relished hearing that Binga had been humiliated.

They burst into laughter when they heard that Gin was being chased by traffic police.

What kind of camaraderie can you expect from a group of thugs? Absolutely not.

The sorrow and pain of others are the seasoning in their cup, and the misfortune of their colleagues brings them even more pleasure.

Of course, what they were most interested in was Koniak's love life.

"Is he really in a relationship, or just playing around?"

"Vodka said he was pure love, so I guess he was."

"Is he really a virgin?"

"I don't think so. I think he just has erectile dysfunction. Once, during a mission, a stunningly beautiful woman stripped naked and fell into his arms. He dodged and saw her fall to the ground."

"I saw it too, wow, that beauty is so gorgeous, with a perfect figure. Just looking at her makes me aroused. He didn't react, so there's definitely something wrong with him. Either he's impotent or he's gay!"

"There are rumors that he likes Gin..."

"Don't spread rumors, I don't want Gin to hear this!"

"Is it possible that Koniak prefers clean items that no one has touched?"

"That's possible. His current girlfriend looks like a virgin. She looks so innocent in the photos, but she seems to have a great figure..."

The group chatted idly, gossiping and looking at photos of Ran Mouri they had found online with great interest.

"This little beauty is really pretty! It's just that she's too young, which is a bit lacking."

“You think it’s lacking, but Koniak doesn’t think so.”

"Do you think he might have gotten himself into trouble?"

"He was willing to kill his love rival for her sake; he must have truly loved her."

"Konyak is deeply in love, is this hilarious?"

Someone let out a lewd laugh, "Has his girlfriend been deflowered yet? I don't mind helping him test her first, to check her out."

boom!

Chianti punched the person who said that in the face.

The man was caught off guard and fell to the ground, a tooth falling out of his mouth.

Chianti looked down at him, stepped on his face, and crushed his face hard with her high heel.

"You disgust me."

Although most of the topics about women in the organization were like this, such undisguised lewdness and depravity made Chianti, as a woman, particularly disgusted and abhorrent.

Whether it was because of Chianti's intervention or something else, the entire lounge suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had suddenly gripped the throat of the entire lounge, freezing even the air itself.

Behind the bar, O'De Tang's movements as he mixed drinks froze, and the ice ball that had been spinning between his fingers landed on the bar with a "thud," rolling a few times.

His gaze was fixed on the figure that had somehow appeared and was now standing at the boundary between the shadows.

O'DeTang almost instinctively stepped back.

One step, two steps, he silently slid backward until his back pressed against the cold liquor cabinet.

Qingze's face emerged from the hood, a gentle smile appearing on his excessively handsome face, his scarlet eyes curving like crescent moons.

"About me..." he began, his voice low but sharp like an ice-cold needle, piercing precisely into everyone's eardrums, "...curious?"

No one answered.

The air, which had previously been filled with mockery and ridicule, was now as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

An extremely dangerous killing intent spread around, and wisps of chill, like a tangible cold wave, penetrated the fabric, seeped into the pores, and froze the blood.

Every cell in my body was screaming for danger.

Those scarlet eyes seemed to glow with a bloodlust as they stared at the person in front of them.

A gun appeared in his palm, and he smiled as he pressed the muzzle against the other person's forehead.

"You're saying I'm not good enough?"

The man's eyes bulged out, he shook his head frantically, and his mouth was filled with the metallic taste of fear.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and blood splattered.

This shot seemed to have fired a signal.

Some people ran away, some drew their guns, and some pulled out daggers and stabbed at Qingze.

Qingze dodged the dagger that came from behind, snatched it away, and threw it forcefully, plunging it into the back of the person who was running away with his back turned.

The tip of the dagger pierced through his chest, and his body, still in a running posture, crashed heavily to the ground.

Qingze didn't even look. He moved to the left, spun around, and used one hand to grab the attacker behind him as a shield to block the incoming bullets, while continuously pulling the trigger in his hand.

One, two, three, four...

The gunshots rang out like the drumbeats of death, striking rapidly and efficiently.

Within seconds, the break room was transformed into a slaughterhouse. A thick stench of blood filled the air, corpses lay strewn about, and blood flowed everywhere.

boom!

Qingze turned his head to avoid the bullets coming from Chianti, and in a flash, he was already in front of her.

click -

The hand holding the gun made a cracking sound, and the pistol fell to the ground.

Before she could even cry out in pain, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen, and Chianti was kicked against the wall, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the surface.

The ribs pierced his internal organs, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The butterfly wings on her eyelids trembled, but she could only manage to open one eye with difficulty.

His half-open eye revealed undisguised resentment, as well as an uncontrollable fear.

That's too strong...

A dozen or so people attacked him, and they all died.

He was completely unharmed!

Qingze strode over the sticky pool of blood and walked to Chianti, who was slumped against the wall. The dark muzzle of the gun, filled with gunpowder smoke and the smell of death, was pressed against her forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.