Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Also keeping watch were Sonoko, Ran Mouri, and Aozawa, who had just arrived.

The two girls sat together, chatting and reminiscing about the past.

Qingze listened for a while, then silently walked away.

He never participated in Ran Mouri's first seventeen years of life; those ordinary days of a young girl were extremely distant to him.

The first ten years of his life were full of turbulent waves, and any one of them was astonishing.

He took a piece of candy out of his pocket and popped it into his mouth; the faint sweetness diluted the discomfort caused by the stark difference in their abilities.

Yusaku Kudo walked out of the funeral hall, looked at the deep night, and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

I searched my person but couldn't find a lighter.

A flame appeared from ahead, accompanied by the sound of wheels grinding.

"Want a lighter?" Qingze handed over the lighter.

Looking at the somewhat melancholy-looking person in front of him, Kudo Yusaku lit a cigarette by the light of the fire and thanked him.

"Thank you."

The snow outside the mourning hall hadn't completely melted; it was whipped up by the night wind and clung to the stone steps, adding an indescribable heaviness to the occasional mournful music drifting from afar.

Aozawa and Kudo Yusaku stood side by side under the corridor, the streetlights casting dappled, cold shadows on them, their breaths condensing into white vapor.

"Mr. Kudo probably doesn't smoke often."

"I don't usually smoke, but when I'm feeling down, I inevitably need a little something to cheer myself up."

Kudo Yusaku took a somewhat awkward puff of his cigarette, the smoke he exhaled being torn apart by the oncoming cold wind before it could dissipate.

Through the drifting smoke, he looked at Qingze beside him and asked, "Do you usually smoke?"

Carrying a lighter is probably a habit of smokers.

"I don't smoke. I carry a lighter just because I like to have something in my hand; slight physical movement helps me think."

Qingze had one hand in his pocket, while in the other hand, a lighter danced between his fingers, scattering tiny, cold sparks.

Kudo Yusaku glanced at the lighter that was flying between his fingers, said nothing, and just slowly smoked.

Qingze's voice was soft, yet exceptionally clear in the frigid air:

"Does Mr. Kudo know who set up this scheme? Are you planning to take revenge?"

Chapter 396 Where is the real Shinichi Kudo now?

Upon hearing this, Kudo Yusaku slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on his face, meeting those calm eyes.

The cold light from the corridor fell into their eyes. Kudo Yusaku stared into those unfathomable eyes for a while, then shook his head.

"We haven't even found out who's behind this, so how easy is it to get revenge... Besides, settling personal scores is not advisable."

“I know some police officers and have some connections. If Mr. Kudo needs any help, you can contact me.”

"If needed, I won't hesitate to ask."

"Regarding your son," Qingze's gaze swept across the direction of the mourning hall, his voice still calm, "what do you plan to do?"

"Aozawa" knows that Shinichi Kudo is not dead.

"We will take Shinichi away from Japan."

Qingze gazed at the snow-covered courtyard, his eyes slightly lowered. "Leaving here might make me completely safe."

leave?

Oh……

Why didn't you do this sooner...?

Kudo Yusaku didn't smoke for long. After standing outside for a while, he stubbed out his cigarette and went back into the mourning hall.

Qingze watched his retreating figure, his eyes filled with indifference.

Yusaku Kudo – a top-notch mystery novelist who also won the Academy Award for Best Screenplay.

To be able to write top-notch mystery novels requires exceptional reasoning skills, plot development abilities, and a wealth of knowledge.

He has also helped the police solve numerous cases and has extensive connections. Although he is not a detective, he is considered by most people to be comparable to a top detective.

What measures will Yusaku Kudo take regarding the organization?

avoid?

He's willing to avoid it, but is Shinichi Kudo willing to do the same?

Did he not feel anger when his son was plotted against and nearly killed?

Doesn't he want revenge?

Knowing that the organization is powerful, how would he fight against it?

To rely on official forces to crack down on an organization, it is necessary to obtain concrete evidence of organized crime and ensure that the organization's members cannot escape.

Even if he were to stab the organization in the back, that day would definitely not come soon.

Instigating internal strife within the organization?

What means could he possibly have to instigate this?

Vermouth?

……

A funeral that normally takes 2-3 days was only taken two days for Shinichi Kudo.

The farewell ceremony was a lively affair, attended by the vast majority of people who knew Shinichi Kudo, including some social celebrities.

Some were friends of the Kudo couple, and some were people whom Shinichi Kudo had helped.

Qingze avoided the crowd and stood in a corner, watching people mourn the passing of their hero.

Boring and dull.

He shifted his gaze to Ran Mouri.

Several girls who knew each other stood together, comforting one another.

Disguised, Kuroba Toichi followed the crowd into the mourning hall and offered incense to Shinichi Kudo's memorial tablet.

His gaze swept over Kudo Yusaku, whose face was covered in dark circles and whose exhaustion was undeniable, and then he glanced at Kudo Yukiko, who looked equally haggard.

For parents, nothing is more devastating than the loss of their child.

Especially since the other party is in the prime of life and has a bright future ahead of them.

From then on, every recollection was a long and painful ordeal.

After offering incense, his gaze fell on the coffin.

The coffin was sealed and wrapped in layers of flowers, obscuring the view inside.

He sighed and turned to leave.

He had only met his "nephew" a few times, and there was no real affection between them.

He hadn't paid much attention to the other party either.

The only reason he came here was because he was the son of his younger brother, who shared the same parents.

Speaking of which, it seems that Shinichi Kudo caused some trouble in the organization before...

What exactly was this uproar...?

As he pondered, a list suddenly popped into his mind the moment he stepped out of the mourning hall.

Aptx4869 user: Shinichi Kudo

Status: Dead

His steps suddenly stopped.

Why didn't Shinichi Kudo die after taking Aptx4869?

He turned to look at the sealed coffin, at the coffin wrapped in layers of wreaths, completely obscuring the contents.

After watching for a while, he left as if nothing had happened.

The farewell ceremony ended, and the crowd dispersed.

After everyone had left, Yusaku Kudo and Yukiko Kudo very unconventionally sent the sealed coffin directly into the incinerator.

Two hours later, a funeral home worker handed over an urn containing ashes.

Looking at the unopened incinerator, a dark glint flashed in the eyes of the Black Feather Thief, who was disguised as a staff member.

So it was a fake death.

So, where is the real Shinichi Kudo now?

Aptx4869 is no ordinary medicine...

Conan is in the hospital room, listening to Heiji Hattori tell him about his funeral over the phone.

To be honest, I don't really want to hear it.

Although he knew the funeral was forced by circumstances and necessary to hide his identity, it was still very painful to see his own identity as Shinichi Kudo completely disappear.

Ran gets a boyfriend, and Shinichi Kudo dies.

He completely lost the motivation to change back.

Now, he is just Conan Edogawa, and can only grow up again under the identity of Conan Edogawa.

Ai Haibara stood by the window, gazing at the unmelted snow outside, her eyes filled with an unyielding sorrow.

Being a child is certainly good, but what if one's physical growth has already stopped?

They've shrunk for a year now, but neither she nor Edogawa has grown any taller.

They may not show any abnormalities in the short term, but as time goes on, they will become outliers while their peers are constantly growing.

The only thing that can restore them to normal is the antidote.

The current progress on the antidote has stalled.

She was never able to make the antidote permanent; she could only temporarily restore her body to its original state.

Time is running out...

……

……

"Aren't you going to stay in the hospital for a few more days?"

Amuro Tooru looked at his subordinate, who had just been discharged from the hospital, with concern.

Several days have passed now.

Although the rescue was timely that day, Kazami still inevitably bore some injuries from the torture.

"No, it's just some minor external injuries. I'm not used to lying around in the hospital all the time."

I'm usually so busy, and suddenly spending a few days lying around in the hospital doing nothing feels really strange.

Kazami Yuya felt like he had contracted a disease called "not being able to adapt when not working".

Will destroying that outpost affect your undercover work?

Amuro Tooru shook his head. "You don't need to worry about that."

Those who should suspect him are already suspecting him, and the fact that Rum hasn't made a move against him yet shows that Rum is plotting something against him.

Being an undercover agent means risking your life for information; you just have to deal with whatever comes your way.

Moreover, the situation within the organization is quite complex.

Vermouth, who is favored by the BOSS, has her own thoughts. She guesses that his identity is problematic, but she has no intention of revealing it. She even wants to use him to deal with Koniak.

As for Koniak, he was the one who destroyed Base 3.

He also didn't get along with anyone in the organization, including Rum and Gin.