Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Rena Mizunashi noticed the exceptionally handsome young man.

The cameraman next to her was also good at attracting attention; before Mizunashi Rena could even speak, he immediately pointed the camera at her.

Qingze adjusted his glasses, and the curve of his lips drooped a few pixels downwards.

In the shot, Junyi's face flashed by, and before you could capture it again, it was already obscured by the crowd.

"How about we interview that gentleman from earlier? If a handsome guy appears, the ratings should go up a bit," suggested a staff member.

Rena Mizunashi could no longer find the young man from before. "Let's forget about it. That gentleman didn't seem very willing to be interviewed."

Kyoto.

In a traditional Japanese courtyard steeped in history.

A middle-aged man, nearing fifty, wearing a kimono, is watching a live broadcast of the charity sale on television.

Upon seeing the fleeting figure on the screen, his pupils dilated instantly, and he abruptly pressed the pause button.

Black hair, black eyes, wearing glasses, and possessing a melancholic air.

Like, so similar.

He stared intently at the half-profile of the person on the television screen, remaining motionless for a long time.

"Kikuta!"

"master."

The butler, who had been waiting nearby, bowed and replied.

"Make arrangements to investigate this person."

……

The charity sale lasted for more than two hours, and nothing unexpected happened until the end.

This did not relax Conan; on the contrary, it made him even more nervous.

The calm before the storm is always there.

The fact that the Black Organization has not appeared means that they have no way of predicting its actions.

After the charity sale ended, most people left, but some who had spent a certain amount of money at the charity sale were invited to another venue to attend the dinner that evening.

Qingze, who had bought quite a few things, also received a ticket and became one of the invited guests.

Such dinners are always aimed at expanding one's network and maintaining interpersonal relationships; perhaps this particular dinner also has some cultural exchange attributes.

Qingze mingled among them, watching the people in suits and ties chatting in twos and threes, either discussing business or simply exchanging pleasantries.

They picked up the wine glasses from the table and selected the food delivered by the cart.

Qingze held the plate, his eyes falling on the mushrooms, kelp, and beans.

Midway through the charity sale, he left the store and quietly slipped into the kitchen, where he poured dissolved PSY-3 into the water that was soaking the ingredients.

These pre-soaked ingredients have absorbed all the broth and water, making them incredibly delicious.

Actually, he wanted to mix the drugs into the fire sprinkler system.

Then, create some smoke during the banquet to activate the sprinkler system and achieve full coverage.

However, due to the large number of plainclothes officers and extensive surveillance coverage, they would immediately notice any unusual activity at the outdoor valve wells.

Given the limited resources and time, this was the only option with relatively low risk.

Qingze had no intention of trying out the PSY-3 effect; he simply picked out a few pieces of cake and found a secluded corner to sit down.

A beautifully presented cake should be delicious and appealing, but if it lacks both sweetness and tartness, it becomes dull and uninteresting.

While eating, he kept an eye on Conan Edogawa in the crowd.

He was now certain that the child was after his mission objective.

Whether at the charity sale or this gala, he maintained a close distance to his target, constantly keeping an eye on everyone who appeared near or around him.

Not only that, he also exchanged many glances with the tall, bespectacled bodyguard next to his target.

These seemingly insignificant little actions were completely observed by Qingze.

This made him even more curious about Conan Edogawa.

He really doesn't act like a child.

Moreover, he was clearly aware that the organization was planning to target Congressman Reita Kawasaki and was protecting him.

Where did he find out? And how did he find out?

What roles did Kiel and Bourbon play in this?

These questions and doubts made Qingze, who dislikes being in crowded environments, suppress his desire to leave.

At that moment, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that a middle-aged man in a suit was looking around the venue before walking towards him.

Qingze recognized the other person; he was an ordinary member of parliament supported by the organization, and also one of the targets he planned to kill along the way.

What does this person want to do here?

The middle-aged man stopped in front of Qingze, a gentle smile on his face.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Makoto Fukuda. Would it be convenient for us to get to know each other?"

Qingze looked up and his gaze fell on the other person's face. He found that the other person actually looked somewhat similar to him.

A dark glint flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to be surprised and hurriedly stood up, somewhat flattered, and grasped the other person's outstretched hand.

"Member of the House of Representatives Fukuda, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Aozawa."

Fukuda Makoto scrutinized Aozawa, his gaze revealing a hint of scrutiny.

"You know me?"

"I was fortunate enough to read about you in the newspaper."

Qingze looked puzzled and asked the question.

"Did Representative Fukuda want to see me about something?"

Aozawa certainly didn't know this Fukuda Makoto, and the other party couldn't possibly have met Koniak.

Therefore, his intentions in coming to find me are highly questionable.

Is it my face that reminds the other person of someone?

Qingze sneered inwardly.

From the moment he opened his eyes, he was in a laboratory, along with a dozen or so children his age.

When an organization catches lab rats, it certainly can't just catch them randomly.

These people are either orphans or abandoned by their families, and the goal is to minimize the chances of their disappearances being discovered by the public.

Anyway, they're just being guinea pigs, not being thrown into a training ground to cultivate the organization's future backbone.

Their lives as lab rats were to test drugs and then die.

Chapter 34: Are you dead now?

Qingze has never searched for his family.

There's really no need to look for families who would allow their children to become guinea pigs in a winery.

If they ever show up, he'll consider sending that family a big firework to send them flying into the sky.

But now, a clue that seems to be a family member appears before them.

Qingze inwardly scoffed, but outwardly maintained a tense demeanor.

"You look a bit like my younger brother."

Fukuda Makoto looked at Aozawa with a complex and sentimental expression.

Although seemingly friendly, Qingze could sense that this person was actually quite indifferent towards him, as if he were dealing with someone insignificant. He was pretending, yet it also seemed like he wasn't.

"what?"

The young man looked bewildered. He seemed to have never encountered this situation before and didn't know how to handle it.

“My brother passed away many years ago. Seeing someone who looks like him suddenly brings back some memories.”

Fukuda Makoto casually began asking Aozawa about his family and past.

"Where are you from?"

"From Tottori Prefecture."

"Did you come alone? Didn't you have any elders with you?"

“This kind of charity sale is very meaningful. I am an adult now and do not need my elders to accompany me.”

Makoto Fukuda is very skilled at asking questions. He is friendly and makes a very good impression just by listening to him speak.

It can only be said that one must have some ability to sit in the position of a member of parliament.

Fukuda Makoto didn't talk to Aozawa for long; he left after exchanging a few words.

Qingze watched his retreating figure, her eyes curving into two crescent moons, gentle and harmless.

The Fukuda family... unfortunately, he hasn't had time to deal with them lately.

Otherwise, we could play along with these people and see what they're really up to.

If they were truly his family, he wouldn't mind sending them to heaven himself.

Conan had noticed Aozawa sitting on the side eating a while ago, and he also saw Aozawa talking to someone, but he only glanced at it twice and didn't pay much attention.

Fukuda Makoto walked back to the center of the banquet hall, picked up a bottle of champagne, and continued chatting with people.

Conan was completely focused, guarding against any potential dangers. Even knowing he was facing assassination, Representative Kawasaki didn't touch any of the food in the banquet hall.

Just when Conan thought the Black Organization's operation had really been canceled, he suddenly heard a scream.

The laughing and chatting guests were thrown into chaos, retreating in fear.

Fukuda Makoto, who had chatted with Aozawa not long ago, was now lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, his face still showing disbelief and terror.

The champagne bottle in his hand shattered on the ground as he fell, scattering wine stains and glass shards everywhere.

Conan's pupils contracted as he realized what had happened. He quickly weaved through the crowd and stood in front of Makoto Fukuda.

Pupils dilated...no pulse or breathing, he's dead.

Aozawa, who had come over to join the fun, was speechless as he watched Conan, who was oblivious to everyone else, begin to investigate the situation.

This kid's behavior is so strange. He runs faster than those plainclothes police officers when he sees a dead body, and he's not afraid at all. Why doesn't anyone find it strange?

Fortunately, Conan remembered that there might be members of the organization around, so he put on a little act and maintained his persona as a child.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

"Kid, get out of the way!"

Plainclothes police officers quickly appeared, pulled Conan away, and checked on Makoto Fukuda.

“He’s already dead.” The plainclothes policeman’s face was grim.

Right under their noses, a murder occurred, and the victim was a member of parliament.

Conan's expression wasn't good either.

Representative Kawasaki is fine, but Representative Fukuda is dead.

It's hard not to suspect that this is a diversionary tactic by the organization. Perhaps Representative Kawasaki is just a smokescreen, and the organization's real target is Representative Fukuda.

Even after killing Shuichi Akai, did Mizunashi still not gain complete trust?

Is this a test from the organization?

Doesn't their increased security measures put Miss Water in danger?

Conan gritted his teeth inwardly.

He was too hasty, which prevented him from considering all aspects of the situation.