Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The organization must have already become suspicious of him; staying in the organization is tantamount to waiting for the guillotine to fall.

Or is he betting that the organization will accept his explanation and use him while simultaneously doubting him?

The shrunken detective...

He gave a sarcastic smile.

If this news gets out, the organization will go crazy.

The problem was immediately resolved, and he didn't need to make any excuses or sophistry.

But what happens after that?

Can organizations be given the ability to rejuvenate?

Are we going to make those high-ranking officials act as the organization's backers and protectors just for this?

The thought of such a scene sent chills down his spine.

He would never report this matter to higher authorities; he knew all too well the greed of those politicians and those in power.

The Fukuda family is just one part of these politicians; there are many others like Fukuda Shin.

Those who are old and hold power will do anything to prolong their lives and regain their youth.

Once they obtain it, the whole of Japan will become like a stagnant pool, never to change again.

As for whether the research will benefit the general public?

That's even more of a joke.

How could those people possibly want such a thing to be available to the general public?

The problem is that he wasn't the only one who knew that Shinichi Kudo had shrunk.

He was certain that Shuichi Akai also knew about this.

The fact that the FBI has not done anything to Conan so far indicates that he did not inform the FBI about this matter.

Although he had worked with Shuichi Akai when they were both undercover agents, Shuichi Akai was completely different from him.

This is someone very similar to Gin; he is a results-oriented person.

As an elite, Shuichi Akai is good at acting alone, and he doesn't mind using some excessive methods and means as long as he can achieve his goal.

Compared to black and white, he walks in the gray area and doesn't value human life too much.

If necessary, he could even use his own life as a bargaining chip.

Shuichi Akai is determined to destroy the organization.

As for why it wasn't reported, the reason is easy to guess.

If Shuichi Akai reports this matter to higher authorities, and they want to eliminate the organization, then the first people they will be eliminated will be them.

But can we guarantee that no one else will discover this in the future?

Can you guarantee that the organization will never find out about this?

The best outcome would be for Shinichi Kudo to die in public, thus putting an end to the matter, and for the organization not to investigate why Shinichi Kudo did not die after taking the poison.

The exposure was inevitable, and he needed to make arrangements as soon as possible.

Just then, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Upon seeing the caller ID, he abruptly stopped, a dangerous aura emanating from his face.

What is Rum calling for at this time?

Do you want to hear his excuses? Or do you want to hear the dying words of a defector?

He answered the phone, his tone respectful as always.

"Lord Rum."

"Bourbon, keep an eye on Ran Mouri."

The voice on the other end of the phone was still an indistinguishable male or female robotic voice, but one could detect a hint of anger in the tone.

Upon hearing this request, Amuro Tooru's mind went blank for a moment.

Who are they staring at?

Ran Mouri?

Are you sure you didn't mishear?

"Ran Mouri, is she Kogoro Mouri's daughter, Ran Mouri?" he asked again, trying to confirm.

"Yes."

Amuro Tooru's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Instead of reprimanding him, Rum let him follow Ran Mouri?

Abnormal, very abnormal.

"She's just a regular high school student, right? Can you tell me why?"

A cryptic laugh came from the other end of the phone, sounding somewhat distorted due to the machine's voice-changing effect.

He spoke softly, uttering a few unbelievable words with a devilish air.

"She is Koniak's girlfriend."

Wh...what?

Amuro Tooru's mind went blank again, and a rare look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

Koniak? Girlfriend? Ran Mouri?

How did these words end up together?

Am I really not dreaming right now?

After hanging up the phone, he pinched himself hard.

It's real, not a dream.

Chapter 274 Then so be it.

After making the call, Rum gave a cold laugh.

"Koniak, Koniak, I'd love to know, when your feelings are hindered by morality, what will you choose?"

Would a police officer suspected to be from the Japanese Public Security Bureau warn or dissuade a girl he knows who has gone astray?

When the truth is revealed, will it lead to betrayal or alienation?

Rum looked out the window at the night, a strange, dark light in his eyes, and his smile was dangerous and sinister.

"What does Ran Mouri mean to you? And what are you willing to do for her?"

He couldn't wait to see Koniak break down, suffer, and despair.

But if he's determined to stay together even in this situation, then he should consider how to keep Ran under his control.

……

Qingze remained seated by the sea, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it with his lighter.

He held the cigarette between his fingers and took a drag.

The strong nicotine chokes my nose; no matter how many times I try, I just can't get used to it.

He simply held the cigarette between his fingers, watching the cigarette butt flicker rapidly in the sea breeze.

After making an example of him, no one should dare to talk about his relationship with Ran Mouri anymore.

With Binga and Chianti both seriously injured, Cohen wisely refrained from doing anything unnecessary.

O'DeTang and Fryward, who were transferred from the United States, have no connection with him and will not be involved in this matter.

Ran Mouri is perfectly capable of handling those members without code names on her own.

Moreover, there's also Curaçao.

Only Gin remained.

Gin has wanted to kill him more than once or twice, but the probability of him personally killing Ran Mouri is not high.

Exposing his affair with Ran Mouri was already Gin's revenge.

Rather than taking matters into his own hands, Gin would rather see people relentlessly pursue and cause trouble for Ran Mouri, trying to inflict mental anguish upon him.

Rum would have the same idea.

The difference is that Rum has an undercover agent card in his hand.

"You just want to see a betrayal, don't you? Then so be it..."

He threw the cigarette butt into the sea, watched the flame quickly disappear into the waves, then stood up and stretched.

"Rum, Rum, I'll see if you, you old dog, show up when the show begins."

……

Amuro Tooru returned to Poirot Cafe, his face showing faint dark circles and him yawning incessantly.

"Mr. Amuro, didn't you sleep last night?"

Amuro Tooru sighed, "I couldn't sleep..."

How could he possibly sleep!

He'd been working here for quite some time, and he and Ran Mouri weren't complete strangers.

Seeing each other every day, there's bound to be some affection between us.

Such a gentle and kind girl was completely deceived by a terrible killer.

Anger, worry, and disbelief... a mix of emotions welled up inside him, keeping him awake all night.

"Have you met Miss Lan's friend named Qingze?" he asked, looking at Kang Juanchi.

Ran Mouri has very few male friends, and the name Aoze has been frequently mentioned by them in the past two months.

And then there's what Rum said...

They've already equated Qingze with Koniak.

It has been more than two months since the name Qingze first appeared.

He had only seen it once at the Ocean Park.

At that time, Qingze was too normal, so normal that he didn't make any connection to the fact that he was Koniak.

It's no wonder Ran Mouri was fooled; he didn't notice anything unusual at the time.

"Never seen it before."

She had heard Sonoko Suzuki and Ran Mouri talk about Aozawa a few times, but she had never actually met him.

Taking advantage of the lull in business at the shop, Amuro Tooru carried a breakfast up to the 3rd floor.

The Mori father and daughter had just gotten up and were washing up, getting ready for school or work.

"Hey! But why are you here? I didn't order breakfast today."

"This is a gift from me to my teacher. I have a case I'd like to ask for your advice on."

"Oh, then please have a seat."

Kogoro Mouri stepped aside to let him into the house and sit down.

Amuro Tooru took off his shoes, carried the tray, and sat down on the tatami mat.

His gaze fell on Ran Mouri, who was coming out of the washroom.

Ran Mouri looked much the same as usual; her hair still had some water stains on it after she washed her face.

"Good morning, Mr. Amuro."

"morning."

Ran Mouri overheard their conversation. Without giving Amuro Tooru much thought, she greeted him and hurriedly returned to her room.