Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Vermouth saw him, squinted for a moment, and then walked over.

She needed to find out why Bourbon was here today.

Amuro Tooru noticed the woman who approached and his gaze fell on her face.

Vermouth got straight to the point, calling out his code name.

"Bourbon, aren't you working today?"

There was no one else around, and she kept her voice down, not worried about being overheard.

Amuro Tooru knew it was her.

He squinted and chuckled, "Everyone needs a break now and then. But what brings you here?"

Vermouth didn't hide it from him, "My students have a performance, of course I have to come and watch."

"Your student? Ran Mouri?" Tooru Amuro narrowed his eyes.

Why did Vermouth make her feelings for Ran Mouri so public?

Is it because of Koniak?

How much happened without his knowledge?

"Yes. This is my favorite student."

Vermouth made no attempt to hide her desire to play the role of protector, looking backstage with a slightly expectant smile.

Amuro Tooru observed her expression, raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke with a hint of mockery.

"I heard your students are dating?"

At this point, Vermouth's expression turned somewhat grim. "Your information network is quite impressive."

"After all, so many people in the organization know about it, it would be hard for them not to know."

Amuro Toru shrugged.

Actually, he didn't know that; he was a mystic and didn't usually organize activities.

The organization didn't have a forum, and after the killing in Koniak, no one dared to mention it again.

Without a special opportunity, it would probably take him some time to find out about this.

But since Rum told him that himself, what can you do?

This is Rum’s blatant retaliation for Koniak’s actions.

Since Rum still needs him, he should just lay low for now; getting intelligence always involves taking risks.

Vermouth is a perfect partner for exchanging intelligence.

"Rum told me to keep an eye on Ran Mouri."

Vermouth narrowed her eyes, a fierce glint flashing within them.

What does he want to do?

"I don't know about that. He just told me to keep an eye on Ran Mouri."

"I'm curious, is there some kind of rift between Koniak and Rum?"

Vermouth glanced at him. "He doesn't get along with anyone in the organization except for Curaçao."

Curaçao!

A thought flashed through his mind, but his expression remained unchanged as he continued to ask:

"Is he that so solitary?"

Vermouth's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"He's not selfish, he's arrogant."

So arrogant that he considered everyone in the organization trash and had no desire to associate with them.

When you're young, you can hide your thoughts and feelings.

Once their strength reaches a certain level, this arrogance becomes completely undisguised.

However, the people in the organization thought that this was Koniak's arrogance about his own strength, and that he didn't need trash to hold him back, so he went it alone.

But Vermouth only recently figured it out, through Koniak's various actions toward Ran and his subtle hints to Ran.

Koniak didn't think the people in the organization were trash because they were weak.

Instead, they always thought of them as trash.

He disdained associating with these people, but couldn't break free, so he simply isolated himself.

Vermouth simply said that, without explaining further.

Amuro Tooru pondered the word "arrogance" thoughtfully.

He thought of the Ferris wheel from that day.

Koniak never showed up, but he took Curaçao away without ever appearing.

Yes, Curaçao is not dead.

Although they witnessed Curaçao being engulfed by the explosion, police found two unrecognizable bodies.

He privately had Kazami compare their DNA.

However, none of the DNA samples tested matched the DNA of the killer who murdered Congressman Kawasaki.

He thought Curaçao had been rescued by the organization, but in the organization's view, Curaçao was dead.

This made him suppress his doubts, suspecting that the killer who killed Representative Kawasaki was not Curaçao, but another unknown silver-haired member of the organization.

After all, there are quite a few people who organize activities for senior citizens.

Koniac, Gin, Vermouth, Curaçao... all have silver hair, and in the blurry photos taken at night, there is no difference between silver hair and white hair.

According to some rumors, this is the external manifestation of a drug developed by the organization.

Therefore, he tends to believe that Curaçao is indeed dead, and that it was another person in the organization who killed Representative Kawasaki and many of the police officers protecting him.

But Vermouth's words instantly dispelled the illusion.

Yes.

At the time, Koniak and Ran Mouri were the first to discover Curaçao in the amusement park.

How could Koniak not recognize Curaçao!

The so-called amnesia, leaving, and even being arrested were all intentional!

He had already guessed his own identity and, by taking advantage of his trust in Ran Mouri, successfully made Curaçao fake her death and escape from the organization!

He gritted his teeth inwardly, thinking of Koniak who had appeared in the coffee shop the previous night.

One scheme after another, it's truly a brilliant plan!

Chapter 282 Blue Sailor Moon Ze

"We're going out to perform, Conan, you guys hurry to the front of the stage, don't miss it!"

Sonoko Suzuki patted Conan on the head, reminding him.

She's playing Sailor Moon today, and she's definitely in the center position!

His Ah-Zhen was already waiting for her to appear in front of the stage outside!

Conan quickly ran to the front of the stage and, taking advantage of his small size, squeezed to the very front row.

Ai Haibara didn't squeeze in with him. She glanced at Subaru Okiya, who was following closely behind her, and walked to the open space on the side of the stage with her hands behind her back.

Aozawa, wearing a hat and a disguise mask, stood at the edge of the crowd, his gaze subtly sweeping over Sherry, Subaru Okiya, Jodie, Tooru Amuro, and the woman next to Tooru Amuro.

The school festival was quite lively today.

If it weren't for the killing spree a few days ago, the organization would probably be holding a team-building event here.

Ai Haibara felt a chill envelop her for a moment, then it quickly disappeared.

She rubbed her arms, unsure if it was from the wind.

Music started playing on the stage, and a group of beautiful girls made their dazzling entrance one by one.

Sonoko Suzuki was the first to appear, her golden twin tails spinning in the air as she struck a beautiful pose.

"In the name of the moon, I will punish you!"

She aimed her gun-wielding finger at Makoto Kyogoku directly in front of her and made a firing motion.

Makoto Kyogoku felt as if an arrow had struck his heart; the world stood still, and only Sonoko Suzuki remained before him.

So cute!!!

Seeing her boyfriend get hit, Sonoko Suzuki winked and turned away triumphantly.

Ran Mouri was the second to appear. Faced with such a scene, she remained calm and composed, showing no sign of nervousness.

She wore a sleek V-neck sleeveless top with a sparkling agate pendant on her chest, and a red mini pleated skirt that billowed with every movement, like leaping flames.

Her long, slender legs were encased in pure white over-the-knee stockings, and on her feet were a pair of shiny red high heels that echoed the color of her skirt.

Her signature gold V-shaped headdress gleamed under the lights, contrasting sharply with her long hair.

With her high heels lightly touching the ground, she gracefully twirled around the stage, her long black hair and fiery red skirt drawing a dashing arc before freezing in place.

She put her left hand on her hip and pointed her gloved right index finger forward in the air.

A bright smile bloomed on her face, her expression was confident and poised, and she exuded an unparalleled charm.

"Sailor Moon, the Sailor Girl of Love and Passion!"

Looking at Ran Mouri on the stage, Aoze had a broad smile on his lips.

Wearing so little in this weather, they really aren't afraid of the cold...

In the front row of the stage, Conan looked at the radiant Ran with eyes full of tenderness.

So beautiful!

Vermouth looked at Lan with a maternal smile on her face, and even took out her phone to record a video.

The thought that Koniak hadn't come today and wouldn't be able to see the beautiful and vibrant Xiao Lan filled her with extraordinary joy.

I'll show him off with a video then!

As one beautiful girl after another appeared on stage, striking classic lines and poses, cheers erupted from the audience.

Ran Mouri stood on the stage, her eyes constantly searching through the crowd.

She saw Baiyu, recognized the teacher in disguise, saw Judy, and even saw Amuro Tooru standing on the edge, but she couldn't find Aozawa.

A look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

They really didn't come...

Amuro Tooru stood in the corner, looking at Mouri Ran on the stage, his expression complex and indescribable.

Last night, he was cleaning the coffee shop, preparing to leave work.

The coffee shop door was suddenly pushed open, and a hooded figure walked in.

The newcomer was dressed in black, with a hood on his head and a few long strands of white hair hanging down to his chest.

Looking at himself, he raised his chin, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing the face he had once seen at the amusement park, and those bright red eyes.

"Long time no see, dear Bourbon. Perhaps, calling you Rei Furuya would be more appropriate..."

Koniak's words still seemed to echo in my ears.

He found it absurd, but he had to admit that it was the truth.

They are in love.

A pure white girl is in love with a pitch-black devil.

The girl was completely unaware of the identities of the people around her.

The stage performance ended quickly, but the girls' activities for the day weren't over yet. They were going to parade around the school later.