Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

After taking a few more medicines, Qingze walked out of the medicine storage room.

The researcher who had been following behind immediately reported the drugs that Qingze had taken.

He felt as if he had just passed through the gates of hell.

Hopefully, this evil spirit won't come again; his heart can't take it.

He closed the door to the medicine storage room and was about to catch his breath when he noticed that Qingze was still standing at the door.

My heart jumped to my throat.

Qingze glanced at the trembling researcher and casually asked:

Why are there so few researchers here?

"No...I don't know...it seems like I was transferred."

The Ford Mustang drove out of the research institute and back to its residence.

Qingze put the medicine he took out into a cryogenic safe, leaving only the PSY-3.

He doesn't intend to kill anyone today, but he can drug those business and political celebrities.

As he watched the dozen or so pills dissolve in the water, a wicked smile crept onto Qingze's lips.

It's just a temporary hallucinogen anyway, it won't kill you.

As for the news and sensation caused by the abnormality of so many people, that's none of his business.

Chapter 32 Where exactly is Koniak?

The charity sale started on time.

After an opening address by a member of the Japanese Imperial Family and some official salutations, the charity sale officially began.

Various kinds of goods were displayed in the counter, and trained volunteers carefully introduced the features of the products and the stories behind them to the participants.

Some people were so moved by the story that they spent a fortune to buy the item, which was not worth its actual value.

However, this was originally a charity sale, and the participants were there to do charity work and did not care about the value of the items themselves.

Conan mingled among them, his brows furrowing more and more as he looked around.

How come there's nothing wrong with it?

No bombs or explosives were found, and Koniak didn't show up either; everything was abnormally normal.

He walked to a secluded corner and called Amuro Tooru.

"Mr. Amuro, what is the likelihood that the operation will be temporarily canceled?"

"That possibility cannot be ruled out. I don't know Koniak well, and I'm not familiar with his style of doing things."

Kiel received the news of a change in leadership at the last minute, and who knows if Koniak was also a last-minute replacement.

If he were Koniak, with such limited time and tight security, he would simply choose to remain still.

Of course, we can't just do nothing.

He would blend into the meeting room to observe the target up close, in preparation for the next meeting.

"Conan, you stay with Mr. Kawasaki."

"I see."

Qingze was indeed at this charity sale.

He was wearing a very artistic casual outfit, with his long, black hair tied back and covered by a brown octagonal hat.

Wearing round, black-rimmed glasses, her clear black eyes listened intently as the volunteers told the stories behind the products, occasionally revealing expressions of sadness and sympathy, like a melancholy art student.

He looked at these small items full of stories, as if he was just there to listen to the stories and find inspiration, without any intention of buying anything.

He strolled around leisurely, his gaze casually sweeping over his surroundings, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

There seem to be too many plainclothes police officers here.

Even when dressed in everyday clothes, he is always alert to his surroundings, and his policeman aura is undeniable.

He didn't pay much attention to the plainclothes officers. Like those who participated in charity sales, he stopped when he saw something that interested him and listened to the volunteers talk about it. It couldn't be more normal.

Bourbon sat in his car, staring at the surveillance footage on his laptop. His eyes started to sting, but he couldn't find Koniak, who might have infiltrated the group.

He pressed his aching eyes and sighed.

Either Koniak hasn't arrived yet, or he's an excellent actor with a certain ability to disguise himself.

Aozawa had already noticed Conan Edogawa at the charity auction.

Although some people brought their children to the charity sale, most of the children stayed with their adults and none of them wandered around the venue aimlessly like Conan Edogawa, looking around as if searching for someone.

Kogoro Mouri did not participate in this event, nor was Ran Mouri, nor were his friends there.

The fact that Conan Edogawa appeared here alone is quite intriguing.

In addition, he was previously with Bourbon...

Aozawa couldn't help but suspect that this last-minute personnel change was a test by Gin to find a mole.

Tsk tsk.

These guys are all filthy-hearted, they're full of tricks and schemes.

Qingze expressed his disdain for their various schemes.

He continued his leisurely stroll, approaching Conan Edogawa at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

The secrets this kid has are really intriguing.

If you don't notice him, it's fine, but once you do, it's hard not to feel that sense of unease and abnormality.

Conan also noticed Aozawa.

Although there was nothing unusual about Aozawa, Conan still kept his eyes on him.

That intuition that he had to be mindful of, that he knew so well, had rarely been wrong in his career of reasoning.

Unbeknownst to him, Qingze had arrived in the China region.

This place is full of Chinese specialty products, and you can't help but linger over all kinds of handicrafts and crafts.

This Tang-style sword is nice, I'll buy it!

The oil-paper umbrella is quite pretty, I'll buy it!

Folding fans are fine to play with, I'll buy one!

Bamboo woven kitten, so cute, I'll buy it!

Originally, Qingze only came to this charity sale to check it out and had no intention of contributing to charity. Unbeknownst to him, he had bought so many things that he couldn't carry them all.

Seeing Aozawa looking troubled while carrying a large pile of things, Conan smirked.

Koniak could never be a melancholy college student, much less have the mood to buy so many things at a time like this.

He sighed.

Where exactly is Koniak?

He couldn't rest easy until he found out!

Qingze put the things he bought into the locker for safekeeping, and then continued to stroll around, feeling refreshed.

He glanced behind him casually, and the next moment, a little kid who was lost in thought and not looking where he was going bumped into him.

"Ouch!"

Conan covered his head, feeling that he had hit it pretty hard.

The person who was hit staggered and cried out in pain.

"Are you alright, little one?"

Conan covered his forehead, feeling as if he hadn't bumped into flesh, but rather into some kind of metal plate.

He looked up and saw that the man had bought another knife, longer than a samurai sword, which he was carrying on his back. It was this knife that he had just bumped into.

"It's nothing. Brother, what kind of knife is that?" he asked, feigning curiosity.

Didn't you just buy a Tang sword? Why did you buy another one?

"This is a Qi family knife."

"Qi Family Knife?"

"It's a type of Chinese sword, specifically designed to counter samurai swords."

Qingze smiled as he looked at the child in front of him who was asking all sorts of questions.

"Have you gotten separated from the adults? Let me help you find them."

Without waiting for a reply, he took out his uninjured left hand from his pocket and took Conan's hand.

Qingze's hands were somewhat rough, and the calluses on his palms provided a noticeable tactile sensation.

Conan initially wanted to refuse, but upon feeling the calluses on the other person's hands, some doubts arose in his mind.

He looks like an artist, so why do he have so many calluses on his hands?

"Brother, do you know how to use a knife?"

Qingze's lips curled up slightly. "Of course I would, otherwise why would I buy it?"

Conan seemed thoughtful. If the calluses were from practicing with a sword, it wouldn't be surprising.

As for why someone who looks like an artist would practice knife skills... there are too many possibilities.

In the time it took to say those two sentences, Qingze had already started walking with him, and Conan had missed his chance to refuse.

"Little friend, where are your parents?"

Aozawa was very curious about Conan's purpose in coming here.

"They went to the restroom," Conan tried to cover it up. "I was just wandering around by myself, I didn't get lost. Besides, I have a phone, it's easy to find them, no need to bother you, brother."

As he spoke, he broke free of the hand that was being held and was about to leave.

"Okay then, be careful."

Qingze looked at him with a smile and didn't insist.

He was just teasing the kids.

Chapter 33: The resemblance is uncanny.

Aozawa glanced at Rena Mizunashi, who was conducting broadcasts and interviews in the venue.

He didn't give any instructions to the few people involved in the mission, realizing that Cohen and Chianti, who didn't need to be there, weren't even there; only Rena Mizunashi, the reporter, was there.

Speaking of which, Rena Mizunashi is quite an interesting person.

He was captured by the FBI before, but was later rescued by Gin.

They were "rescued".

The word "rescue" is extremely rare.

Once a member falls into the hands of an official organization, the organization will only take one action: to silence them.

But Rena Mizunashi not only didn't die, she returned and regained trust by killing FBI undercover agent Shuichi Akai, who was using the alias Dai Moroboshi.

He was aware of Shuichi Akai's strength; he was comparable to Gin.

Their sniping skills are unparalleled; even a group of incompetent snipers couldn't catch up.

But even this Shuichi Akai, who survived being chased by Gin but was still killed by Kir.

It's hard not to be suspicious.

It's a pity Gin blocked him, otherwise he would love to call him now and ask how Gil killed Ray.