Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

By the time Conan arrived at Professor Agasa's house, it was already broad daylight.

After staying up all night, I felt not only physically tired, but also mentally exhausted.

Kawasaki Reita encountered nothing yesterday, as if the Black Organization had truly abandoned the mission for the time being.

He went to ask Rena Mizunashi, only to be told that Gin didn't know what had happened either.

"It seems that this matter really has nothing to do with the organization..."

He sat down on the sofa, took off his glasses, and rubbed his tired eyes.

"An organization? What are you investigating now?" Ai Haibara's expression hardened as she brought over breakfast.

"It's not about investigating anything. I received information that the organization planned to assassinate a congressman last night, but they didn't show up. Instead, other disturbances occurred..."

Ai Haibara glared at Conan, who hadn't told her anything about the organization and had acted on his own.

What's done is done, there's no point in pursuing it further.

"What riot?"

She hadn't checked her phone yet, so naturally she didn't know that this big news was already trending all over the internet.

"Someone put hallucinogens in the food at the banquet hall, and many people have been affected. They're still in the hospital, and we don't know what the test results will be or whether it will have any lasting effects on their health..."

Conan took out his phone and showed her the news.

Ai Haibara took the phone, looked at the news, and frowned slightly.

"Hallucinogens? What are their specific effects?"

"It seems that people who take traditional Chinese medicine enter a specific time-related memory, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. It also has some truth-revealing effects..."

The murderer who killed Makoto Fukuda revealed his motive for the killing because of the truth-revealing effect of the replacement agent.

He answered almost every question.

She will only struggle to answer questions that she is strongly opposed to.

Conan's description reminded Ai Haibara of a drug she had once developed.

Having been in the organization for so many years, she naturally researched more than just Aptx4869; however, drug A was simply her primary research project.

The hallucinogenic drug was something she was asked by her organization to research when drug A was making little progress.

Used for interrogating undercover agents who have infiltrated the organization.

However, after several versions were developed, the effects were not very good, and she was not very interested in developing this type of drug, so it was shelved.

"Your description sounds a lot like a drug I once worked on developing..."

Ai Haibara slowly explained the effects and mechanisms of this drug.

Conan's face darkened.

It really was the Black Organization that did it!

"That Koniak!"

Conan clenched his fists, his sense of justice making him deeply disgusted by this indiscriminate attack.

"Koniak?"

Ai Haibara's pupils contracted sharply, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Conan suddenly realized that Ai Haibara should also know about Kniak, and he quickly asked.

"What does Nakoniak look like? Have you ever seen him? And what kind of person is he?"

"I've seen it."

Ai Haibara instinctively hugged her arms, a phantom pain shooting through her neck, as if she could see those scarlet, bloodthirsty eyes again.

She curled her knees up, trying to feel safe with them.

"This person is a madman."

Conan has heard this adjective twice already; the descriptions of Amuro Tooru and Ai Haibara are so similar.

Even though she had never met Koniak, Mizunashi Rena had heard the rumor that Koniak was someone you absolutely shouldn't mess with.

"Who exactly is this person?" Conan was eager to know more.

Ai Haibara remained silent for a while, then picked up the milk next to her and gulped down a large mouthful before finally organizing her thoughts.

"He was initially an experimental subject of the organization, without a name or code name. His physical condition was very special, and he had no sense of pain, which allowed him to survive one experiment after another."

"After recognizing his value, the organization sent him to the training grounds, and he earned the codename Koniak in just one month..."

A person who cannot feel pain exhibits only one word: madness.

That kind of ruthlessness—completely unafraid of getting hurt, determined to bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh even at the cost of one's life—sent chills the heart.

"He has been undergoing another series of drug trials for many years. I participated in that series of drug research and had several encounters with him..."

Koniak harbored a deep dislike for all researchers, and the few times he had contact with them did not leave him with pleasant memories.

She even nearly died at the hands of Koniak on one occasion.

As for the reason... it's actually because of the medication.

Although her main research area is drug A, her research extends beyond drug A.

Both drug A and drug E involve human health and have similarities. She has communicated extensively with Finoa, the person in charge of drug E, and even offered suggestions on the research and development of drug E.

The risks of drug trials are considerable. Even without pain sensation, the pain and burden transmitted to the body's organs and cells can still be felt.

That time, after her suggestion and improvements, the drug was taken, and she watched as Koniak suffered a painful near-death experience, only managing to survive after three days of emergency treatment.

Upon waking up, the first thing Koniak did was go to the laboratory and grab her by the neck.

She would have been dead if the boss's voice hadn't appeared in time.

After that, she never participated in the research of drug E again.

She simply couldn't accept human trials, and she couldn't bear to watch people die before her eyes after taking her drugs.

As long as she can't see it, she can still deceive herself.

"This person is completely controlled by the boss. Because of the drugs, his physical abilities are much stronger than those of top special forces soldiers. He is very strong, very dangerous, and very terrifying."

"As for his behavior, I don't know much about it. I only know that he is crazy and may have some mental problems."

A person who is completely controlled will inevitably have mental problems.

What is revealed is perhaps this kind of indiscriminate attack in the news.

As Conan listened to Ai Haibara's story, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Could you draw his appearance?"

Ai Haibara is not good at sketching. She tried to draw it, but she couldn't capture the specific features at all.

Aside from his white hair and red eyes, Koniak doesn't seem to have any other particularly distinctive features.

Unable to draw, she turned to verbal expression.

"Koniak is around 23 years old, about 1.85 meters tall, very good-looking, likes to have long hair, and has double eyelids..."

As Ai Haibara described it, a face popped into Conan's mind.

Could it be him?

But could someone who helps children find their parents, with clear eyes and a calm demeanor, be the mentally unstable and dangerous Koniak?

Strangely enough, there were many handsome men of the right age at last night's banquet.

But when Ai Haibara said that he was 23 years old and good-looking, the first person that popped into his mind was Aozawa's face.

Was it because of his unseen, excessive attention to Qingze?

Unable to find an answer, Conan had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being.

Sleepiness washed over him, and he simply couldn't stay awake any longer.

Seeing that Conan was unusually sleepy, Ai Haibara pushed breakfast in front of him.

"Have breakfast before you go to sleep. If the firm asks, I'll get back to you."

"it is good."

Chapter 41 Sooner or later, they'll all be shot.

Ran Mouri slept until noon. Kogoro Mouri had originally intended to wake her up in the morning, but seeing his daughter sleeping so soundly, he didn't disturb her.

It's the weekend anyway, so it's fine to sleep in a little longer.

As for breakfast, the old man will figure out how to take care of it himself.

Ran Mouri stretched and walked into the living room, which was empty.

After washing up, she went to the office on the second floor, only to find her father there.

"Hasn't Conan come back yet?" she asked, puzzled.

Wasn't the murder case in the banquet hall solved? Why haven't they returned yet?

"That brat is still at Professor Agasa's house. I've already called him." Kogoro Mouri pouted, clearly displeased with the kid.

Ran Mouri nodded without saying anything more.

Since Conan is busy, let him be busy. She won't say anything about stopping him.

The hope is that Conan will take care of his own safety.

"Xiaolan, are you going to your acting class today?"

"Going."

She signed up for acting classes yesterday and spent an afternoon learning.

Although it differs from Aozawa-sensei's pragmatic, hands-on training, Ran Mouri found the methods and knowledge taught in the acting class—to recognize, understand, and explore the core of a character—very useful.

Qingze is the role she needs to play. Although the character design for Qingze is very detailed, it is only a superficial character design. Only by grasping the core of the character can she truly portray Qingze, instead of just being superficial like last time.

Ran Mouri is full of energy!

Upon hearing this, Kogoro Mouri slumped into his office chair, looking dejected.

Lately, his daughter has been leaving early and returning late, which has made the elderly father feel somewhat lonely.

Ran Mouri went about her daily life as usual, and her sneaking out last night seemed like just a little act of whim.

Back home, Conan continued attending school while keeping an eye on Reita Kawasaki's movements, wary of any potential attacks from the organization.

The police were under immense pressure as they investigated the banquet poisoning case for three days without finding the culprit who administered the hallucinogens.

Those guests who confessed to their crimes after being drugged will also face investigation once they regain their senses.

People online joked that the person who released the hallucinogens was an unsung hero who exposed the ugly face of capitalists and made a contribution to society.

Amuro Tooru was furious at the various comments online mocking the police's incompetence and praising the criminals.

Didn't these people ever think about that?

If the murderer can administer a hallucinogen that isn't too dangerous today, could he switch to a deadly poison tomorrow?

They are only so gloating because the victims are those who are usually high-ranking and privileged.

But what if disaster befalls you? Will you be ridiculed by others just like you are now?

The internet is becoming increasingly developed, but also increasingly morbid, with people inciting emotions simply to vent them.

While the hallucinogens may have only affected the individuals involved in the traditional Chinese medicine treatment, the entire incident has significantly impacted Japan's international reputation.

After all, this is a charity event covering the entire Asian region, and the dinner included the wives of diplomats from various countries. Such a heinous incident has greatly tarnished Japan's reputation.

Some people have even begun to doubt Japan's security, and that the organizers would definitely not consider Japan as the first option for similar events in the future.

This decline in international reputation is intangible, yet the resulting financial losses are enormous.

Amuro Tooru was furious and powerless, but what had happened was already done, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He closed his laptop, shutting all the irritating comments behind the screen.