Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

He put on the black coat that Ran Mouri had brought him.

The coat was very long; even on him, it reached his knees.

Ran Mouri laughed, "If you wore a wig, you could cosplay Gin again."

"Tch! Is a black coat his only style?"

Who said only Gin can wear it?

Ran Mouri's smile widened, "You only wear this kind of outfit when you're cosplaying him."

"What you said is absolutely right."

The several black coats in his wardrobe were all bought for cosplaying as Gin.

This kind of clothing is actually quite impractical.

The clothes were too long, and with the belt fastened, it was difficult to reach out anything hidden on the body.

All I can say is that Gin likes to wear long trench coats; he just loves to show off.

Qingze ate his noodles while complaining:

"I've always suspected that Gin might have some kind of extradimensional space in his pockets. Otherwise, how could he pull out so many things from his pockets when everyone else is wearing black coats..."

"It's one thing to pull a gun, cigarettes, wallet, phone, and car keys out of his pocket, but can you believe he can pull a baton out of his pocket too?"

No matter how big the pocket is, it only has so much space. Gin could put all his belongings into that pocket.

Ran Mouri blinked her eyes.

You seem quite envious.

"Of course I'm envious...who wouldn't want a dimensional pocket..."

"That kind of thing doesn't exist, right?"

"I guess it's some kind of villain's privilege."

The protagonist has a protagonist's halo, and the villain also has some villain's privileges, which is quite reasonable.

"I guess in Gin's eyes, you're the one who has the privileges of a villain."

Qingze laughed, "Yes, he's so envious of me."

"Ah che-"

Gin sneezed.

"Brother, you've caught a cold?" Vodka, who was driving, looked over.

Gin didn't answer the question, but simply said:

"parking."

Vodka instinctively slammed on the brakes and glanced ahead.

Mouri Detective Agency.

"Big brother, what are we doing here?"

Gin didn't answer him. He opened the car door, got out, and walked into the sushi restaurant next door, which was closed but still had its lights on.

Looking at the vodka who was following him, he gave the order:

"Stay outside and keep watch."

Vodka obediently stayed outside and did not go in.

In the shop.

Rum shed his disguise, revealing his true colors.

He sat casually at a dining table, holding a white towel in his hand, slowly wiping his fingers.

The dim light shone on his face, casting a deep shadow.

Chapter 395 He wouldn't be Gin if he didn't get his revenge!

Gin pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down decisively without any formalities.

Looking at the person in front of him, he spoke with a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm:

"Are you planning to stay here permanently and work as a sushi server?"

It must be said that Rum inherited some of the traits of his subordinates.

I enjoy working.

Gin declined to comment on this hobby.

Rum looked up, his gaze calm and unwavering: "I'm just staying here temporarily."

Gin leaned forward slightly, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and thrust straight to the core:

"You want to mess with Ran Mouri?"

That's the only reason I'm staying here.

At most, add one more person watching Bourbon.

Rum did not answer the question, but simply said:

"Fiano sent a message saying that Koniak's mental state has deteriorated."

Upon hearing this, Gin let out a short, sarcastic laugh through his nose.

"His crazy, love-crazed behavior looks sick to him."

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes revealing undisguised contempt, as if he were judging a hopeless idiot.

"Love? It's not a panacea. It's a poison that drags you into an abyss. The deeper you fall, the more you destroy yourself."

Who are they?

A killer in the dark.

Assassins need to eliminate their weaknesses and control their emotions. Only in this way can they survive long.

Koniak's state of being so engrossed in love was tantamount to handing his enemy a handle to use against him and a weapon to kill him.

Rum agrees with Gin's statement.

But he was somewhat puzzled by Koniak's mental state:

"He usually seems pretty normal."

He had witnessed Koniak and his girlfriend together once; the young couple were very affectionate. How did things deteriorate like this?

Gin's mockery deepened. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if dissecting a doomed experiment, his expression icy and all-knowing.

"Koniak is very stubborn, he just doesn't show it usually."

"His relationship was built on a false foundation, like a castle in the air, and it would easily fall apart."

“Once Ran Mouri can’t accept him, his paranoia will flare up instantly.”

He asserted with almost prophetic certainty:

"Just you wait, he'll lock Ran Mouri up sooner or later."

Do you really think he made that suggestion casually?

He said that on purpose because he knew what Koniak was thinking.

Rum looked at Gin thoughtfully. "You seem to know him quite well."

"They're people I trained, after all."

How could someone he personally trained not understand?

No matter how well he disguised himself, he could not hide the fact that Koniak was already in a pathological state.

Do you really think we can go back to normal life?

A road of no return, just a road of no return.

There are only two possible fates for villains: either they go unpunished or they die.

Koniak will absolutely die because of this relationship.

Gin did not tell Rum that he suspected Koniak was behind the raid on Base Three.

Without evidence, there's no point in saying anything.

Given Koniak's current mental state, he can find a reasonable explanation for anything he does, and he's not afraid at all.

Gin skipped the topic, his tone tinged with annoyance:

"Alright, let's not talk about him. What are you planning to do about the fact that the organization is being targeted by the Metropolitan Police Department?"

The dismantling of a base does not mean that the police's attention has been diverted.

Now, he faces numerous restrictions when he goes out.

“How can this be resolved…” Rum rubbed his temples, clearly annoyed by the situation.

It's impossible unless you bribe the entire top brass of the Metropolitan Police Department.

But how could such a thing be possible?

Even money isn't something everyone loves.

"We can only wait for things to cool down..."

A cold glint flashed in Gin's eyes as he offered a bold and ruthless suggestion:

"By pretending to be supported by the United States, they made the Metropolitan Police Department hesitant to act."

Rum hesitated for a moment, then said, "Arak said that many people in the Metropolitan Police Department have this suspicion, but Yusaku Kudo said that the FBI is fighting against the organization, which makes them hesitant to confirm."

The FBI does not represent the U.S. military.

Only the U.S. military can represent the will of the United States.

"Then let them confirm."

"Easy for you to say," Rum sneered.

He couldn't stand Gin's detached yet meddling attitude.

"Anyway, the decision-making is your business; I'm only responsible for execution."

Gin paid no attention to Rum's disapproval. He stood up coldly, his eyes like an icy pool.

"Interpol's cross-age identification system is about to be released. Once this system is integrated into global surveillance, our existence will be completely exposed, and our operational capabilities will be completely disrupted. Make arrangements immediately."

The Metropolitan Police Department's concern isn't a particularly big deal; it's this cross-age recognition system that's truly threatening their very existence.

"Do they really think they have access to global surveillance? That's just empty talk," Rum scoffed.

Interpol sounds prestigious and seems to have global jurisdiction, but in reality, it is just a law enforcement coordinator and has no independent law enforcement powers.

Which major power would be willing to allow them access to surveillance?

"I'll make the arrangements. Just keep a low profile lately."

"Do you need to tell me?"

Gin gets angry just thinking about it.

He now has to avoid traffic police and cameras when he goes out. Who would have believed that before?

You're impersonating him to cause trouble, aren't you?

Koniak will wait for him.

He wouldn't be Gin if he didn't get his revenge!

……

The mourning hall remained solemn.

Yusaku Kudo sat on a black chair in the funeral hall, resting his head on his hand for a short nap.

Yukiko Kudo went to the hospital.