Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"what?!"

Rum's last vestiges of sleepiness vanished, his heart sank, and his voice rose in shock.

Base Three? Isn't that a secret outpost used by the organization for interrogation and detention?

How could the police know its exact location? How could they have failed to detect such a large-scale operation beforehand?!

"What about the base's self-destruct program? Has it been activated?!"

"It was activated the moment the police entered! The base has already self-destructed!"

The voice on the other end of the phone trembled with a sense of relief and certainty, as if the person had survived a close call.

As the base's leader, he pressed the destroy button the moment he discovered the police had surrounded the base, and then fled in a panic without looking back.

As for what ultimately happened inside the base, he dared not look back to confirm, but the deafening explosion was clearly audible even when he was far away, which was enough to prove that the self-destruct procedure had been successfully executed.

Hearing that the self-destruct program had been activated, Rum's tense mood finally relaxed a little, and he slowly exhaled the pent-up breath in his chest.

There are no core secrets in Base Three, nor does it involve the organization's lifeline. Once the self-destruct program is activated, even if the police manage to find something in the ruins, it will only be insignificant scraps that pose no real threat.

With a gloomy face, he hung up the call without saying a word.

The bedroom fell silent again, but a sense of oppressive tension had already set in.

He lit a cigarette and quickly dialed another number.

"Gin's Base Three has been destroyed by the police!"

"I already know."

Gin's voice came through the receiver, deep, cold, and tinged with suppressed rage.

"We arrested three police officers today and just threw them into Base Number Three. We were hoping to extract some valuable clues from them..."

He had originally planned to conduct the interrogation himself, but with both hands injured, he returned to his safe house as a precaution.

Who would have thought that that very night, the police would raid the 'safes' that they hadn't yet managed to pry open, along with the hideout itself!

"The rats in the organization are getting more and more arrogant."

Gin's voice was like a poisoned ice blade, every word carrying a chilling killing intent.

This could not possibly be a coincidence!

It was definitely done by a rat planted in the organization by the Metropolitan Police Department.

Otherwise, how could the police have received the information so quickly, mobilized their forces so rapidly, and arranged the operation so swiftly?

It's important to understand that organizing manpower also takes time.

Especially these kinds of impromptu operations in the middle of the night.

"Aren't you going to make a move against Bourbon?"

Gin's question, delivered with undisguised chilling intent, seemed to pierce through the radio waves, aimed directly at his target.

“Bourbon is useful to me. An undercover agent who has already been exposed poses no real threat to the organization.”

Rum's voice was authoritative, carrying the air of a superior in control.

Gin let out a mocking laugh, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Ha, you mean it won't pose any threat, but it directly leads to the destruction of one of our bases?!"

Rum didn't take Gin's sarcasm to heart, but a hint of doubt crept into his voice.

“Bourbon was not notified of this operation from beginning to end. He had no access to any relevant information or decision-making process.”

His voice lowered, "I suspect... there are other rats in the organization."

Gin's brows furrowed deeply, almost forming a deep frown. "There were only a handful of key personnel involved in this operation..."

His core team members in Japan were already few in number; if this purge continues, there will be no one left to use!

Where on earth did this damned rat crawl out from in some dark corner?

It's like they can't kill them all!

"You should investigate the mole first. That's it for now regarding Base Three. The police were humiliated a few days ago, and they definitely need something like this to boost their morale..."

"Tsk!"

Gin clicked his tongue in extreme displeasure, his voice filled with strong dissatisfaction with Rum's tolerant attitude.

He tossed his phone onto the table, lit a cigarette, and fell into deep thought.

Those who participated in this mission were Vodka, Cohen, Fryward, Binga, Koniak, and Belmod.

The possibility of vodka can be ruled out for now. He's trained people like this over the years, so he knows vodka quite well.

If it's not vodka, then it must be one of the other ones.

Cohen is a veteran of the organization and has always been a member of his action group, so the possibility of him being a rat is low.

Binga is ambitious and a bit suspicious, but he's got a sharp mind.

Fryward previously operated in the United States, so even if she might be a rat, it's unlikely she's working for the Japanese police.

The latter two are both closely related to the BOSS.

One is a mystic, the other doesn't want to do anything.

The cigarette glowed and faded between his fingertips as Gin squinted.

"Koniak, could it be you...?"

......

Chapter 386 You should wear suits more often

Rei Furuya is reviewing the seized documents and files.

These documents and files are numerous and varied.

Interrogation records, interrogation reports, punishment records, entry and exit records...

The first two are his main concerns.

The interrogators are the evidence of the organization's crimes, and the interrogation reports allow them to know what intelligence the organization has obtained.

However, the paper interrogation reports were particularly mixed up, as they were all handwritten records after the interrogation, and many sentences were not complete sentences, but just simple words used for recording.

He needs to reconstruct the entire sentence from these words.

The workload is huge and very varied.

He looked at it for a while, rubbed his temples, took a sip of coffee, put it aside, and picked up the punishment record to read.

It's less a record of punishments and more a personal logbook, with only a few unfamiliar code names occasionally mixed in.

Three days in the Koniak water dungeon on April 9

Two days in the Koniak interrogation room on March 28.

Three days in the Koniak water dungeon on April 11

June 20th, one day in the Koniak electrotherapy room

August 19th, three days in the Koniak electrotherapy room

Dita Wine Interrogation Room (Death)

Koniak was placed in solitary confinement for three days on October 7.

October 12, five days in solitary confinement at Koniak

……

These records, dating back seven years, and the various disciplinary records made Furuya Rei gasp in shock.

What did he do to deserve such punishment?

He continued flipping through the pages.

It's still full of Koniak.

Other members of the organization are rarely punished, and even if they are, they will not be punished a second time after being punished once.

However, Koniak was an exception.

The dense records continued for three years, with the most numerous entries from solitary confinement.

It can take anywhere from three to five days.

It gradually slowed down four years ago, then disappeared, and the most recent record was a while ago.

Rei Furuya no longer doubts Koniak's hatred for the organization.

How could I not hate it?

I wish I could wipe out the entire organization!

No wonder they seize every opportunity to kill; it would be a shame not to slaughter the organization until blood flows like a river.

Rei Furuya considered himself a person of strong will, but he couldn't guarantee that he could survive so many punishments, nor could he guarantee that his mental state wouldn't suffer after so many punishments.

Especially the solitary confinement cells.

Before going undercover, he had received special training, but the solitary confinement cell was not a physical torture, but a mental one.

Koniak was only a little crazy at times, and he seemed quite normal when he was pretending. What a strong will he had!

He felt a rare sense of admiration.

But at the same time, he also had a deep doubt.

Even though they've been treated like this, why are Vermouth, Gin, and the others so certain that Koniak would never betray them?

Does the organization have some means of manipulating people?

Did Koniak actually break free from control?

He was cautious.

Looking at the time again, it was already morning.

He rubbed his tired eyes and gulped down the cold coffee.

Today is Shinichi Kudo's funeral. Although it's not open to the public, there will definitely be news media present.

The Metropolitan Police Department will also send personnel to participate as a tribute to the "sacrificed," and the organizers may take this opportunity to infiltrate the organization.

He has to go and take a look too.

......

Early in the morning, Kogoro Mouri opened his eyes sleepily and looked at Aozawa who had brought breakfast, somewhat puzzled.

He looked out the window, where it was just getting light, and then looked at Qingze, who was dressed in a black suit.

Why are you up so early?

"Nothing's wrong, I just got up a little early."

Aozawa smiled and adjusted the hospital bed for him, then helped Kogoro Mori sit up.

He hadn't slept all night, so of course it was early.

"How did you sleep last night, Mr. Mori?"

"good."

Kogoro Mouri yawned; he wanted to continue sleeping.

"Do you want to continue sleeping?"

"no need……"

I'm already awake, why would I want to sleep anymore?

"Help me up, I need to go to the restroom."

Having accepted this future son-in-law, Kogoro Mouri has been accepting Aozawa's care quite well.

Aozawa assessed Kogoro Mouri's condition and concluded that he could walk now and would probably not need care in a few more days.