Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Is Ran Mouri planning to separate Koniak's identity from Aozawa's?

How do we separate them?

Pretending to be two different people? Or pretending to be twins?

"May I ask why?"

"I'm sorry, this is a private matter and it's not convenient for me to tell you."

"Alright." Kuroba Chikage didn't press further.

"Mom, why do I look so much like Shinichi Kudo?" Kaito Kuroba asked.

"Because your father and Yusaku Kudo are twin brothers."

"what?"

Kaito was stunned.

How come he and Shinichi Kudo are actually related?

Ran Mouri was also a little surprised.

Twin brothers? How come Shinichi has never mentioned having any uncles or aunts?

“I’m not too sure either. Your father rarely mentions this to me, and we don’t have much contact with the Kudo family.”

Ran Mouri seemed to be deep in thought.

One is surnamed Kuroba, and the other is surnamed Kudo. It's likely that their parents divorced, and each of them took one of them with them.

However, the two brothers had little contact, which means they separated a long time ago and had no memory of each other. That's why Kaito Kuroba didn't know about this.

Having her doubts answered, Ran Mouri didn't linger and took her leave.

Kuroba Chikage looked at her son, "Just who is this girl?"

"Would you believe me if I said she was just an ordinary high school girl?"

"Do not believe."

"To be honest, I always thought so before she showed up that night. But since that night, I'm not so sure anymore."

Dating an assassin, making him completely obedient, and even taking down a gun-wielding Freywald in a minute—Ran Mouri dares to say she's an ordinary person, but even he wouldn't believe it!

"In that case, you should be more careful."

"Ah."

……

After returning to his safe house, Qingze sent a few messages to Baiyu and then dialed Rum's number.

Rum wasn't surprised by Koniak's call; he didn't believe Koniak could sit still.

Before he was in a relationship, he could have ignored everything, but now that he's in a relationship, the possibility of his identity being exposed immediately raises his alarm.

"When was Chianti arrested? How did she get arrested so suddenly?"

"This is the surveillance video of the arrest at noon today."

Rum sent over a video directly.

Qingze took out his laptop and played a video.

This is a video taken by a surveillance camera at a relatively far distance. Because of the distance, the video is blurry, but you can still see what roughly happened.

Chianti, riding a black motorcycle, broke through the police pursuit and crashed head-on into a truck that suddenly appeared on the road. Chianti, the motorcycle, and the sniper rifle on her body were all thrown out.

Chianti, who had been thrown out, crashed to the ground, was taken to a police car, and quickly drove away.

"They're still not dead?" Qingze frowned.

It flew almost ten meters away and still didn't die.

Each one of them possesses an incredible vitality.

“No, Binga heard from the police over the radio that there was still a sign of life.”

"She was arrested while cooperating with Binga?" A sneer appeared on Qingze's lips. "Could it be that she went to monitor Shinichi Kudo when he ascended to the Eye of the Sky, and then she was discovered and arrested?"

Chianti, that crazy woman, can be really brainless sometimes. Just thinking about it makes you realize how much attention the Eye of the Sky will attract. Yet, she went to stalk it with a sniper rifle and got caught.

They really asked for it.

Rum choked, realizing that this guy always guessed right.

"In short, you and Gin are responsible for shutting her up forever."

Where is Gin?

"Base One. This involves organizational secrets, so don't act impulsively."

If you want to fight Gin, you have to finish the mission first.

Qingze scoffed, "Do you need to tell me?"

He hung up the phone immediately.

Qingze didn't rush to the base to find Gin. He played the video again and used the distribution of props and scenery to identify the location of the road.

After determining the road location, he hacked into the traffic department's surveillance cameras on the road.

He rewound the video according to the time displayed on the surveillance camera, but nothing appeared.

There were no arrests, no motorcycles, no police cars; all that was captured was an ordinary flow of traffic.

"This time they're pretty solid; they even covered the roads with surveillance cameras."

This arrest of Chianti was definitely a spur-of-the-moment decision. The fact that the police were able to control the road surveillance cameras even with a spur-of-the-moment arrest shows they weren't completely incompetent.

He took a screenshot of the people in the surveillance footage and used software to process the blurry faces several times before he could barely make out their general features.

He took out a piece of white paper and began to sketch the features one by one, following the general outline of the face.

After a while, five or six faces appeared on the paper.

Qingze's gaze fell on the face of a man with sparse eyebrows and a stern-looking appearance. This man should be the highest-ranking officer among them, the commander.

He was the one who took Curaçao with him on the Ferris wheel at the Ocean Park.

After putting away the papers, Qingze changed into the clothes the organization usually wore, and then picked up the disguise mask that Ran Mouri had made for Koniak.

The wolf tail and white hair belonging to Koniak are integrated with the mask, so wearing it saves the trouble of taking out a wig.

Looking at the face in the mirror that looked almost identical to his own, he picked up his makeup tools and began applying makeup.

The difference between Koniak and Qingze needs to be widened further, so that people would never think they are the same person at first glance.

Add sharp edges to the eyebrows, and slant the eyes upwards, creating a dangerous and menacing look.

Apply shadow to your cheeks to make your cheekbones more prominent.

The bridge of the nose was deepened, some dark circles were drawn under the eyes, and the lips, which are the most noticeable part, were also modified and made thicker.

With a few minor tweaks to other details, the person suddenly looks several years older, appearing to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

The red pupils were dangerous and indifferent, glancing over with a look as if they were looking at a dead person. They were clearly the most dangerous individuals, making people dare not meet their gaze.

Standing next to Ran Mouri's version of Aozawa, although they look somewhat similar, no one would ever mistake them for the same person.

In terms of voice, Ran Mouri usually speaks in a gentle tone. He is quite lazy when he speaks, and his tone doesn't fluctuate much. When he is facing the organization, he lowers his voice, making it sound dangerous.

This difference in sound is sufficient for people who are not particularly sensitive to sound.

He has always made distinctions regarding height.

The boots he wore when he went to the organization had a 4cm heel, both inside and out. However, the shoes he usually wore also had a heel of about 2cm. This difference was not easily noticeable unless they were standing side by side.

But sometimes it can be deceiving.

He took the lighter out of his pocket and put it back in the drawer.

I don't want to show them this lighter.

Carrying knives, guns, and some tools, Qingze drove away from the house.

It's time for him to show his face more often in the organization, so that some people don't not know what he looks like.

Chapter 369 Is this your welcoming ceremony?

A depressing silence permeated the organization's base.

On the leather sofa in the conference room, Gin rested one hand on the armrest, crossed one leg over the other, and lit a cigarette.

Vermouth sat on the other side of the sofa, doing almost the same thing.

She tapped her fingers on the sofa armrest, squinting at the large screen in front of her, her expression cold.

Cohen sat in the corner, his goggles, which he always wore, lifted up, and silently wiped his sniper rifle.

With short hair and a neat appearance, Fryward sat at the table, propping his head up with his elbow on the table, twirling a butterfly knife in his other hand.

Her gaze would occasionally fall on Gin's face, scrutinizing that face that exuded coldness and sharpness.

Gin gave him a dangerous look, but Flaward casually looked away.

Vodka sat at the other table, his laptop lit up, but the screen did not display his laptop's content.

"...In short, that's it. Chianti has been arrested. The good news is that, according to the surveillance footage, Chianti is seriously injured, and the officers will have to wait until she wakes up to get any information out of her..."

Binga's voice came through the communication channel, and the screen was playing a video of Chianti's arrest. He was remotely explaining how Chianti was arrested.

Gin lifted his eyelids, his gaze falling on the police car that was paused in the video, his voice tinged with coldness.

Why was Chianti discovered?

"The police used quite a few helicopters; she just didn't hide herself well enough," Binga said dismissively.

Gin sneered, "You knew the police would deploy helicopters, yet you still had snipers on standby?"

The sniper on the rooftop has a clear view from the helicopter high above.

As one of his subordinates, Gin knew Chianti fairly well.

He has sniping skills, but they are not top-notch. His accuracy is not high at a distance of 600 yards, so he usually chooses a location within his safe range when sniping.

Because of his outgoing personality, he is not very cautious, acts impulsively, and doesn't think things through much.

Binga isn't mentally unstable; he couldn't possibly be unaware of the police's various actions. Therefore, this was intentional on Binga's part!

"How could I have known the police would act so quickly? They've never moved this fast before..."

"Heh, you're so arrogantly provoking the entire Metropolitan Police Department, and you expect them to take their time? I think you're doing it on purpose, deliberately letting the police catch Chianti."

Vermouth sneered, her eyes concealing murderous intent and coldness.

That cool guy who killed her, Binga deserves to die!

In the bedroom with the curtains drawn, Binga frowned.

Why does Vermouth harbor such hostility towards him?

He has no conflict with Vermouth, and there is no competition between them.

Is it because Chianti's arrest might leak information about her?

"What good would it do me if she were arrested? If she leaks information about the organization, I would be exposed too."

"Who knows if you're some organization's rat? You started this mission, and you don't even want to show up. What else could it be but a guilty conscience?"

Vermouth leaned forward, looking at Gin:

"I think we need to get rid of Binga, this hidden rat, before dealing with Chianti. What do you think, Gin?"

“Binga is not a rat,” Rum’s mechanical voice came through the communication channel.

"Tsk." Vermouth clicked her tongue, knowing that Binga's behavior was tacitly approved by Rum, including this provocation against the Metropolitan Police Department.

She flicked the cigarette in her hand, the ash scattering like sparks, her eyes as cold as ice.

"He caused such a commotion today, provoking the entire Metropolitan Police Department. Rum, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

"The police won't know it was us."

Vermouth scoffed, "Sometimes being too confident isn't a good thing."