Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Having fully grasped Koniak's strength and status, Fryward quickly turned on the exhaust fan to remove the smoke and bring in fresh air.

Vermouth had already stubbed out her cigarette when they started fighting, and now her gaze was fixed on Qingze, a hint of suppressed frustration in her eyes.

Xiaolan really should see what kind of terrifying person the one she likes really is!

As the air returned to freshness, Qingze slowly popped a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, then looked at the camera with a half-smile.

"Binga, I've come all this way, and you're not even here? Are you putting on airs?"

Binga: "..."

Isn't the reason I don't show up because I'm afraid you'll kill me without even knowing the facts?

However, he didn't seem to be upset about Shinichi Kudo's death.

It's safe for now.

"I can't be in two places at once, investigating while also rushing to the base for a meeting."

Qingze sneered, "I hope you've found anything useful. Continue!"

The interrupted meeting resumed, Binga's voice came through the communicator, and the screen switched to a new view.

"...Chianti was seriously injured when he was captured and had lost consciousness. I followed the police's behavior patterns and tracked him using road surveillance footage, and identified three hospitals where Chianti might be located."

Three hospitals appeared on the screen.

They are Beihu Police Hospital.

Beihu General Hospital.

Shinjuku General Hospital.

It must be said that Binga's efficiency is quite high. Chianti was arrested at noon, and now at three o'clock in the afternoon, his approximate location has already been determined.

However, three hospitals alone are far from enough.

With such a large hospital, pinpointing Chianti's location would be a huge undertaking.

We have to get there before Chianti regains consciousness.

God knows how badly Chianti was injured, and when he will regain consciousness.

Fryward felt a bit of a headache.

If we let her come, who knows how long it would take to find her.

"Can't you just hack into the hospital's surveillance system?" Vodka asked.

“I tried, but there aren’t many surveillance cameras in the hospital, and the police were very cautious this time. I didn’t find Chianti.”

Silence fell over the meeting room once again.

Finding Chianti is a real problem.

This is somewhat similar to the last time Kiel was arrested, except that Kiel was in the hands of the FBI that time, while this time Chianti was arrested by the Japanese police.

The police were much easier to hide than the FBI, and they even sealed off the arrest scene. If Binga hadn't been in Chianti's communications at the time, he wouldn't have known about it immediately.

However, since Chianti was discovered because of Binga, it's perfectly reasonable for him to contribute more.

Everyone fell into thought, and no one spoke for a moment.

Qingze chewed his gum casually, and another spinning coin appeared in his hand.

Chapter 371 Find them and notify me

Rum was sitting in the room upstairs in the sushi restaurant.

As someone who has kept his face and voice hidden within the organization for many years, he has always been cautious.

He wasn't sure if Koniak had discovered his identity, so he assumed the worst-case scenario—that Koniak had already discovered his identity.

He had two disguise masks made by Phantom Thief Kid: one was his original identity, Kenjiro Wakita, and the other was the sushi restaurant owner, Chika Nakayama.

The two men were similar in build and both had square faces, which greatly reduced the difficulty of their disguise.

After obtaining the mask, he gave the mask of Kenjiro Wakita to a stand-in who occasionally impersonated him, then eliminated Nakayama Chika and his family, and took over the sushi restaurant and the building in Nakayama Chika's name.

In this way, he was hidden in the shadows again, and even if Koniak's eyes were on him, they would only pay attention to Wakita Kanenori, not the sushi shop owner.

By staying here, he could freely monitor the Mori family's movements, keep an eye on Bourbon, and even stake out the FBI.

If he can seize control of Ran Mori when Koniak is not paying attention, he will be invincible.

This time, by eliminating Shinichi Kudo, who knew about the organization, a potential threat was removed. The remaining task is to deal with Chianti.

How do we find Chianti? Should we use the mole within the organization in the Metropolitan Police Department?

But to ask him for help for a Chianti would be a waste of his talents and could easily be discovered.

Just then, a message came in.

The existence of this organization is now common knowledge within the Metropolitan Police Department. The police need an explanation. —Alarc

Rum's eyes narrowed instantly.

How could this be?!

Binga's post contained no information that would reveal his identity.

So, is it Shinichi Kudo?

Knowing he was doomed, he informed the Metropolitan Police Department of the organization's existence, thus exposing it.

"A close call..."

The deed is done, and regret is useless now. The focus should be on how to divert the police's attention away from the Metropolitan Police Department.

"What are you saying, Rum?"

Koniak's lazy voice came through the communicator, interrupting Rum's thoughts.

"We just received information that the organization's existence has been known to a number of high-ranking officials in the Metropolitan Police Department. Our operation this time must be discreet and must not cause any unrest."

Aoze raised an eyebrow. It wasn't like Shinichi Kudo hadn't done anything.

Vermouth retorted sarcastically, "Rum, is this what you meant by 'the police won't find out'?"

Rum didn't speak, clearly unsure how to respond.

Binga didn't dare to respond.

Qingze continued twirling the coin in his hand, his eyelids half-closed, seemingly indifferent to the matter.

Gin rubbed his arm, checking the injury, and didn't bother to comment on the matter.

His existence has already been exposed by that damned Koniak, so whether the organization is exposed or not makes no difference to him.

Fryward broke the silence:

"Finding Chianti while keeping a low profile and avoiding causing unrest is too difficult."

Gin frowned.

With so many restrictions, the only way to find Chianti is to have Vermouth infiltrate the Metropolitan Police Department and search slowly.

But who knows how long this will take.

It would be great to know which police officers were involved in Chianti's arrest, but unfortunately the surveillance footage is too blurry to make out their faces.

Rum was also deep in thought.

Should we use Bourbon, the mole?

This kind of undercover agent card can only be used once and cannot be used again. Is it worthwhile to use it on Chianti?

Moreover, if Bourbon were to investigate, he would most likely set a trap, ending his undercover mission and returning to his original identity.

Qingze glanced at the person with furrowed brows, flicked the coin out of his hand, and put it into his palm.

A sneer appeared on his lips as he tossed out three pieces of paper.

"I need all the information on these three police officers."

The commotion drew everyone's attention.

Vermouth stood up and took a card from the table.

This is a sketch of a human figure. The brushstrokes are simple, yet the physical features of the person are clearly depicted.

All three sheets of paper are sketches of human figures.

Vermouth raised an eyebrow slightly. "Where did you get this?"

Qingze did not answer Vermouth's question, but directly gave the order:

"These are the police officers who arrested Chianti. Go find their records. Notify me when you find them."

After saying that, he got up and left.

As he watched Koniak's retreating figure, a strange light flickered in Fryward's eyes.

What they had no clue about was solved by a few sketches by Koniak?

Amazing!

"Vodka, Cha!"

"yes, Sir."

......

After four hours of emergency treatment, the red light in the emergency room finally turned green.

The doctor opened the door and walked wearily out of the operating room, his white coat still stained with blood, and his eyes bloodshot.

The Kudo couple, who had been waiting outside, immediately went to greet her. Kudo Yukiko gripped her husband's arm, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Doctor, how is my son?"

"Severe concussion, extensive soft tissue contusions, lung contusion, subcapsular hematoma of the liver and spleen, myocardial concussion injury... and three linear rib fractures..."

Although there weren't many external injuries, the internal injuries were quite severe.

The doctor took off his mask and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thankfully, the surgery was successful. He's out of danger for now and has been saved."

Yukiko Kudo wept with joy, relieved that he had been saved.

She's not dead! Shinichi isn't dead! Her child isn't dead!

Yusaku Kudo also breathed a sigh of relief.

It's truly a blessing to have survived such a massive explosion.

Two nurses pushed a hospital bed out of the emergency room.

Under the white sheet, the 17-year-old boy closed his eyes tightly, showing none of his former high spirits.

His forehead was bandaged, his face was covered in abrasions, and his lips were as white as paper, devoid of any color. His breathing was shallow and even, slightly clenched, as if he were enduring indescribable pain even in his unconscious state.

"Shinichi..."

Yukiko Kudo burst into tears instantly. She quickly walked to the bedside, but was afraid of touching her son's wound, so she could only hold onto the bed railing.

She bit her lower lip hard, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto the white sheets of the hospital bed, leaving a small wet patch.

Kudo Yusaku stood beside his wife, his usually calm and collected eyes filled with barely concealed heartache.

He reached out and gently put his arm around his wife's shoulder, trying to give her some support.

Shinichi being alive is already the best outcome.

Next, just let it heal slowly.

"Doctor, when will he wake up? Will there be any long-term effects?"

"The time of awakening is uncertain and depends on subsequent recovery. Short-term memory impairment may occur..."

After admitting the patient to the intensive care unit, the doctor gave instructions to the two family members.

"The next 48 hours are a critical observation period. Closely monitor his level of consciousness. If he experiences convulsions, vomiting, or rapid breathing, immediately press the call button..."

"We understand."

The ward door closed, leaving only three people inside.

Yukiko Kudo sat down by the hospital bed and wiped away the tears streaming down her face.