Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Those past experiences, which had been buried deep in his heart for many years and never revealed to anyone, slowly flowed out, mixed with blood and tears.

"He is my best friend. We grew up together, went to police academy together, and fatefully became undercover agents in the same organization..."

"...but because of the sound of my footsteps, he chose to commit suicide...I am the murderer who caused his death..."

Chapter 443 I will contact you if needed.

After listening to everything, Aozawa also understood the grudge between him and Shuichi Akai.

He spoke, his voice clear and steady, as if he were analyzing a logic problem:

"So you think that if you hadn't gone that day, and he hadn't heard your footsteps, he might not have died? You indirectly caused his death?"

Amuro Tooru closed his eyes in pain, acquiescing to his fate.

Qingze clasped his hands together, leaned forward, and stared intently at him.

"But according to you, you grew up together, how could he not recognize your footsteps?"

He was like an outsider, easily seeing through the most important link in the fog and speaking up to enlighten me.

"If Lan Du can recognize my footsteps, how could your best friend not recognize yours?"

Toru Amuro was stunned.

"He couldn't be sure if Shuichi Akai's identity was real or not, and he couldn't gamble on that possibility. He knew that the person who came was you, but he was unwilling to expose your identity. He chose to protect you with his own death, but you thought that you killed him."

"You've truly let him down."

Like a thunderclap, the fog in my heart was shattered by a heavy hammer.

yes……

His suffering, self-blame, confusion, and despair here are the real betrayals of him...

If Jingguang knew he was crying like this, he'd definitely beat him up...

The night outside the window was dark, and the halo of the streetlights was vaguely reflected on the glass.

The warm yellow light still enveloped the two of them, and the usually confrontational atmosphere was unusually relaxed.

Amuro Tooru sat there, and a glimmer of light returned to his empty eyes.

He looked at Qingze, speechless for a long time.

Qingze leaned back, tore open another candy and popped it into his mouth, his expression returning to its usual indifferent calm, as if the advice he had just given was just an illusion.

He looked up and spoke again:

"What conditions did Shuichi Akai offer you in exchange for your help?"

Amuro Tooru paused for a moment, lowered his eyes, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "A surveillance video."

"You have my face on you, right?" Qingze raised an eyebrow, seemingly unsurprised.

"You know?" Amuro Tooru looked up in surprise.

"I tricked Gin, and he tricked me back. It's perfectly reasonable. Remember to send me a copy of the surveillance video."

Amuro Tooru was genuinely surprised this time, and his brows furrowed.

"You don't care about being wanted by the police?"

Although he hasn't seen the video yet, in Shuichi Akai's opinion, it's criminal evidence that shows "Koniak's" face, and once it's made public, it will inevitably bring him endless trouble.

Qingze retorted, "What does Koniak being wanted have to do with me, Qingze?"

Gin was just trying to annoy him, so the surveillance video couldn't possibly be very clear.

After all, they are still one of our own. There's a limit to how disgusting someone can be; if you go too far, it's a fight to the death.

As long as the video isn't high-definition and uncensored enough to be used for facial recognition comparison, it doesn't really matter.

He doesn't usually appear in that image.

However, just in case, I still have to warn you, "Of course, if it affects me, I'll come after you."

Toru Amuro: "..."

Amuro Tooru's lips twitched slightly.

"How much do you know about Gin's actions and plans?" Aozawa continued to ask.

Amuro Tooru shook his head. "Yesterday, I suggested to him that I kidnap Sera Masumi to lure Akai Shuichi, and he accepted. I gave him some information about Sera Masumi, but he didn't tell me the specifics of how to proceed."

Gin was wary of him, only taking information from him and never letting him get involved.

He had originally planned to propose the plan to save the girl's life, but Gin didn't give him that chance.

Qingze was also aware that Bourbon was already considered an openly known mole by several of the organization's higher-ups.

The reason he's still not being touched is simply because Rum wants to keep him around for the time being.

The police already knew of the organization's existence. Rather than killing an undercover agent and having them continuously send in more, it was better to have an openly identified undercover agent who would be easier to control and would not cause the police to be stressed.

"Then don't try to get involved. I'll contact you if needed."

The less one party interferes, the better the plot can be controlled.

"What are you planning to do?" Amuro Tooru looked at him, his eyes filled with probing and inquiry.

Gin's plan clearly did not include Koniak.

But Koniak's attitude clearly indicates that he intends to get involved.

Was he planning to save someone? Or kill someone?

Before today, he would have assumed it was the latter.

But now, he's a little unsure.

The real person is very different from what he knows from various sources.

"you do not need to know."

Aozawa had no intention of telling Amuro Tooru his plans; he had already achieved his purpose in coming here.

After saying that, he stood up, stopped looking at Amuro Tooru, put his hands back in his pockets, and turned to walk towards the door.

The door opened and closed, letting in a cold draft, which was then immediately shut out.

Amuro Tooru watched his figure disappear completely from sight, his gaze falling on the candy wrappers on the table.

There was still a lingering taste of the candy in my mouth; it tasted pretty good.

Close the shop and lock the door.

Amuro Tooru walked out of Poirot and stood on the deserted street, looking up at the dark, starless night sky.

The city's night sky is not dark.

The road ahead is still long.

……

The cold winter wind blew across my cheeks. The streets were deserted, with only the dim yellow streetlights illuminating the indistinct road ahead.

Qingze walked slowly with his hands in his pockets, his shadow stretching and then shortening and distorting as he passed the next lamp, repeating the cycle endlessly.

The leaves rustled in the wind, creating a rare sound in the quiet night.

He walked along the dark streets, yet inexplicably felt as if he were trekking through a desolate wilderness.

Some memories were uncontrollably stirred up.

Fifteen-year-old Qingze stared speechlessly at the assistant and partner assigned to him.

A middle-aged man in his forties, with black hair and eyes, and a stubble beard, he was quite talkative.

"Senior Koniak, how old are you?"

"What's it to you how old I am?"

"Haha, I was just curious. It's quite rare in the organization to get a codename at such a young age, unlike me, who hasn't even gotten a codename yet..."

"Then reflect on whether you haven't worked hard enough..."

"I will seriously reflect on this."

……

"Senior, how should this task be arranged?"

"Don't call me senior, call me big brother!"

"I'm so old, it feels weird to call you 'big brother,' and it would make me seem like a noob."

"I command you to call me Big Brother!"

"Okay... Big brother."

"That's more like it. If you know you're not good enough, just practice more. You can take over this mission from me."

……

"Senior, did you grow up in the organization from a young age?"

"Pretty much. I don't remember anything before I was 10 years old. Anyway, I was in the organization as soon as I opened my eyes."

Are there many people like you?

"Of my batch, I was the only one who survived. What, are you interested in my background?"

"I'm just a little curious."

……

Chapter 444 Rum's Arrangements

"Senior, is it alright that 700 milliliters of blood was drawn?"

"Can't die."

"Your lips have no color at all, and you're still trying to act tough..."

"none of your business!"

……

"You feel pain because of killing, don't you?"

"None of your business! Why are you acting like a mother hen!"

“You’re my older brother, so I need to be concerned about your mental health.”

"Heh, now you're willing to call me 'Big Brother' again..."

……

"What are you drinking? Give me a drink."

"Children should not drink alcohol."

"I'm not a kid anymore! Besides, I'm your boss, your direct supervisor. Who gave you permission to touch my head?"

"You're not even 16 yet, how can you not be a child?"

"Which child is like me, a ruthless killer?"

"Don't think of yourself like that. You need to have some faith in yourself while you're alive."

"So what is your belief?"

"Me? World peace! How about that? Isn't that a magnificent belief?"

"A wildly imaginative belief."

"Although it's a far-fetched idea, someone has to work hard for it, right?"

"I know why you've never been able to get a codename."

"Hey! Don't try to force-feed me with the bottle! I've told you kids shouldn't drink!"

"It tastes awful. I really don't understand why you people like to drink."