Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Aren't you tired? It's getting late, go to sleep, young lady!

I sent the message and was about to turn off my phone when another line of text popped up.

Although it doesn't hurt, the wound is definitely there, Mr. Qingze, please take good care of it...

Looking at the rambling words and the undisguised concern between the lines, Qingze felt a little irritated.

He didn't know what was bothering him.

I'm fine, you should go to sleep.

It's past 10 o'clock. What's a high school student doing still not asleep this late?

Okay, goodnight, Mr. Aozawa.

Ran Mouri originally wanted to tell Aoze about her plans, but she had to keep it to herself for the time being and find another opportunity next time.

She turned off her phone, closed her eyes, and the exhaustion of a long day washed over her. Before long, she fell into a deep sleep.

Qingze finally stood up from the sofa and threw the empty can of cola into the trash can.

I've been staying up late every night for the past few days, and my sleep time is pitifully short.

Take a shower and go to sleep.

……

With the rare weekend approaching, Ran Mouri got up early, made breakfast, and left it in the refrigerator.

She plans to enroll in the acting class she mentioned yesterday and borrow some books from the library to read.

She knew nothing about consciousness and the soul, and planned to find some books on the subject to learn more.

She also shouldn't forget the cryptography that Qingze taught her; it's very useful, and she should find some books to study it systematically.

All things considered, there's a lot I want to learn, and I'm afraid I won't have enough time.

Conan rubbed his sleepy eyes as he stepped out of his room and saw that Ran was already getting ready to leave.

"Sister Xiaolan, where are you going?"

"Going to the library. I made rice balls for breakfast and put them in the fridge. Help yourself if you get hungry."

"it is good."

Conan felt a little down as he watched Ran leave.

I have a feeling that he and Xiaolan are growing further and further apart.

But he quickly cheered up.

A message came from Ms. Mizunashi Rena: the Black Organization will be carrying out an operation today; they want to assassinate a senator.

He wanted to stop it as much as possible.

Qingze was awakened by a ringing phone. After seeing the caller ID, he hung up without hesitation.

The person making the call clearly had no intention of stopping and continued bombarding the phone with calls, determined not to give up until the call was answered.

Qingze, who was sleeping soundly, was extremely annoyed by the noise and his aura was very low.

"Vermouth, you better really have something to say."

His voice was sinister, and his words were spoken with extreme emphasis; even through the phone, the chilling murderous intent was palpable.

Hearing such a low-pitched voice, Vermouth immediately realized that Koniak was still sleeping.

This person has always been grumpy when they wake up.

"I really don't want to disturb your sleep, but I really have something to do. And it's already late, it's 10 a.m."

Qingze glanced at the time and realized it was already 10 a.m.

I slept really soundly that night.

"what's up."

Vermouth on the other end of the phone didn't waste any words and directly stated the reason.

"There's a mission that was originally Gin's responsibility, but he got injured, so it's been handed over to you."

Qingze chuckled.

Gin knew all too well how badly he was injured.

So what if I broke a few ribs? Why can't I do missions?

It's obvious they're just giving him something to do.

"No time."

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

The phone kept ringing incessantly, and he was getting really annoyed by the noise.

"Is the organization full of useless people? Is there no one else usable besides Gin? If so, the organization should just disband as soon as possible."

Seeing that he finally answered the phone again, Vermouth ignored his sarcasm and pulled out the BOSS.

"Koniak, don't act rashly. This mission is very important; the Boss specifically mentioned it."

Qingze's expression was cold. He stopped being sarcastic and asked directly:

"what's up?"

"Kawasaki Reita, a member of the House of Representatives. His proposal has affected the organization's import of drug raw materials. Deal with him. He will be attending a charity dinner tonight, and the operation is expected to take place tonight. Kiel, Chianti, and Cohen will also be involved."

"Does this congressman have that much influence? Isn't it enough that so many people are attending his funeral? Why do they have to drag me into it?"

“This person comes from a long-established political family in Japan. He has a strong security force around him and is very vigilant. He won’t be easy to take down.”

This action to deal with political figures is already considered a very important action, and at least three options are pre-planned.

Including but not limited to sniping, poisoning, and close-quarters assassination.

Gin made an excuse to shift the blame, so only the culprit has to take the fall.

Aside from Kiel potentially carrying out a close-quarters assassination, the other two snipers are useless if the target cannot enter their sniping range.

This important task cannot be taken lightly, so the only option is to deploy the Koniak, this deadly weapon.

Qingze remained noncommittal about Vermouth's words.

"Even if you're strong, can you stop the Thousand-Faced Witch?"

This kind of task is clearly more suitable for Vermouth.

"I have a mission here and can't get away. I've already sent you the relevant information, and I'm handing over command of this mission to you."

After delivering the message, Vermouth hung up the phone immediately.

Qingze stood up and tucked his disheveled hair behind his head.

His eyes, still bloodshot from just waking up, appeared even more crimson.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he smirked.

Chapter 30 Who is Koniak?

The information sent by Vermouth was very detailed.

After reading it, Qingze smiled.

His smile was cold.

No wonder Gin and Vermouth didn't want to get involved in this mission.

Asian Charity Gala.

As you can tell from the name, this is no small event.

To kill someone at this grand event and escape unscathed is an impossible task.

The event was held at the Meiji Memorial Hall.

The area within a two-kilometer radius of this memorial hall consists of low-rise buildings, making it completely impossible to snipe.

The event was organized by the Japan Asian Women's Friendship Association, and the guest list included members of the Japanese Imperial Family, the Prime Minister's wife, and the wives of ambassadors from various countries.

The security measures inside are quite impressive.

And now there are less than a few hours before the banquet starts. What can you do in a few hours?

If he could kill the target and escape unscathed under these circumstances, he would have gone and killed the BOSS long ago, instead of being a dog here.

Gin, this is deliberate revenge, trying to cause him trouble.

I dialed Gin's mobile phone, and thankfully, he had been blocked.

Qingze laughed in exasperation.

Is that how you play?

Then don't blame him for going too far.

He contacted neither Kiel, nor Cohen, nor Chianti.

These people are essentially useless; they're completely ineffective.

He didn't intend to follow their arrangements.

He took out the "fireworks" he hadn't finished making last time from the safe.

Humming a lighthearted tune, I rearranged the ingredients and began mixing new fireworks without any rush.

……

White Mazda.

Conan received another message from Rena Mizunashi.

The text is brief, but the content is anything but.

The operation has changed; Koniak has taken over.

Glancing at Conan's pensive face in the passenger seat, Amuro Tooru asked, "What's wrong?"

“Mr. Amuro, I have received information that the organization’s operations have changed, and this operation has been taken over by a person codenamed [Koniak].

Upon learning that the organization was going to take action against Reita Kawasaki, Conan immediately contacted Tooru Amuro, a member of the Public Security Bureau.

Originally, the news was first sent to Shuichi Akai, who was using the alias Subaru Okiya. However, due to Akai's limited identity, he couldn't protect a Japanese politician. Therefore, Conan informed Tooru Amuro, and the Japanese Public Security Administration took full responsibility for his protection.

He didn't just want to protect them; he also wanted to capture a few members of the organization and uncover more of its secrets through them.

He'd had enough of passively waiting, and this news was a perfect opportunity to strike back.

If he can uncover some clues about the organization this time, he will be one step closer to regaining his identity.

He really didn't want to keep Xiaolan waiting too long.

“Koniak? How could it be Koniak?” Amuro Tooru’s tone suddenly rose, his brows furrowing tightly.

He was not on the mission roster and was naturally unaware of the mission.

Even the relevant intelligence was handled by Vermouth.

If it weren't for Conan, he wouldn't have known that a politician was about to face a life-or-death crisis.

"Is this Koniak difficult to deal with?"

This was the first time Conan had ever heard the code name Koniak.

He had no idea why Amuro Tooru would react so strongly.

"This person likes to make a big fuss every time he does a mission, so the organization doesn't often assign him tasks."

What does "very big" mean?

Amuro Tooru softly uttered two words:

"explode."

Although Gin often causes explosions, it's usually just to clean up the mess. The time he caused the explosion at the Twin Towers was to destroy the server room.