Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Although Mitsuhiko said this, his gaze couldn't help but drift towards the exquisite food, and then he tried his best to put on a serious observation posture.

"However, this place is truly magnificent; it's no wonder it's the newly completed Sky Gate. I heard it uses the latest earthquake-resistant and environmentally friendly technologies..."

Rumi Wakasa turned around and smiled slightly at the children. "The luncheon hasn't started yet. We can go over there to the window seats and enjoy the view, but remember to keep quiet and don't disturb others."

"Yes!" the children nodded obediently.

Several children ran to the French windows and were quickly drawn to the view.

Wow, the scenery is so beautiful!

Ai Haibara admired the scenery for a while, then looked around and unexpectedly spotted Ran Mouri.

At the same time, I also saw the people next to Ran Mouri.

Her body tensed for a moment, then relaxed immediately.

The radar did not react, and the intermittent danger alert from before seemed like an accident.

She looked away, pretending not to see, but Qingze had already turned around and looked over.

When she met those eyes, Ai Haibara's heart tightened inexplicably, fearing that her radar would react, but thankfully, nothing happened.

Aozawa glanced at Ai Haibara, then turned to speak to Ran Mouri.

"Those kids came too."

"what?"

Ran Mouri looked over here, her expression surprised.

What a coincidence.

"I'll go say hello to them."

Let's go together.

As he spoke, Qingze took Ran Mouri's hand and walked towards the children.

Without a second thought, Matsui Hidetoshi followed behind his brother, as if he were still the same little shadow who habitually followed him years ago.

Ran Mouri walked up and waved to the children who had already seen her, smiling.

"Sister Xiaolan!"

Genta, Mitsuhiko, Ayumi, and the other children called out in unison.

Chapter 478 The smooth sailing was unsettling.

Ran Mouri walked up to them, bent down, and asked with a smile, "What brings you here?"

"We won tickets to the event!" Ayumi excitedly held up her beautifully printed tickets. "I heard there's a super grand fireworks show tonight!"

Mitsuhiko stood on tiptoe and curiously peered behind Ran Mouri: "Didn't Uncle Mouri come along?"

"Dad is home."

"Oh~"

Mitsuhiko drawled out his words, his gaze then falling on the two's clasped hands. A sly, knowing look appeared on his face as he spoke in a precocious tone:

"So, Sister Xiaolan came with her boyfriend today, right?"

"Wow!" Ayumi clasped her hands together, her eyes sparkling. "How romantic to have a date in such a beautiful place!"

Qingze didn't mind the children's teasing. The faint smile on his face deepened as he took out a handful of candy from his pocket.

"Here, have some candy."

"Wow, thank you, Brother Qingze!"

The three children each took one, leaving two in their hands. Aozawa handed the two to Ai Haibara.

Do you want it?

Looking at that gentle face, Haibara tightened her hands behind her back, shook her head, and took a step back.

"Thank you, but I don't like sweets."

She didn't want it, and Qingze didn't care. He withdrew his hand and prepared to put the candy back in his pocket.

Behind him came Matsui Hidetoshi's voice, "Brother, I want one too."

Qingze turned around and saw Xiujun staring at him expectantly, his face flushed, a little embarrassed but also filled with undisguised anticipation.

In his memory, his brother was mostly expressionless, indifferent to everything, exuding a maturity and calmness that was beyond his years.

This feeling made him feel that it was particularly unique and fascinating when he was young, and he couldn't help but look up to it, imitate it, and follow it.

After decades apart, my brother has changed a lot. He has become more emotional, he laughs and cries, but the clarity and indifference he exudes from his bones has never changed.

That figure he once regarded as omnipotent has never fallen.

So when he saw the children taking candy from his hands, a thought involuntarily surfaced: he also wanted a piece of candy from his older brother, just like when he was a child.

After realizing what had happened, he felt a little embarrassed.

I'm no longer a child, how could I still have such childish thoughts?

Aozawa chuckled and opened his hand. Matsui Hidetoshi quickly picked up a candy, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

Sweetness melts away, as if in an instant, time flows backward, and they return to that carefree time.

None of the tragedies and misfortunes happened, and he became the child who felt extremely happy just by following behind his older brother.

"Who is this older brother?" Ayumi asked curiously.

"My younger brother's surname is Matsui."

"Matsui-nii-san!" The children greeted him very politely.

Hello.

"There's only one left, do you want it?" Qingze handed the last candy to Mouri Ran.

Ran Mouri looked at the candy in his palm, smiled, picked it up, tore off the wrapper, and held it to his lips.

"The last one is definitely for you."

Qingze opened his mouth and took it.

"Wow!" a few children exclaimed softly, their faces flushing.

Qingze's gaze fell on the children, and he smiled.

Time passed slowly, and the music in the banquet hall gradually softened as the guests took their seats.

Qingze casually found an empty table and sat down. The table was close to a load-bearing column, and several children also sat down, filling the empty table in no time.

"Aren't you going to the main table?" Aozawa asked, looking at Matsui Hidetoshi sitting next to him.

As an investor, Hidetoshi Matsui's position is far from being in such a peripheral corner.

Matsui Hidetoshi shook his head. "I want to go with you, brother."

It's rare to run into my brother, so of course I'll be with him.

Qingze was speechless at this tagalong, unable to figure out what was wrong with him.

"……what ever."

Kenjiro Wakita sat at a luxurious dining table, with Champagne on his right and Kenta Karasuma, the main person in charge of the project, on his left.

The people sitting at the same table are the main investors in this project, all of whom are wealthy and influential.

Everyone exchanged pleasantries and flattery, without discussing anything specific, which Wakita Kanenori handled with ease.

A spotlight shone on Kenjiro Wakita, followed by a clear, crisp sound.

"Please welcome the Managing Executive Officer of our Karasuma Group to deliver a speech to celebrate the completion of the Heavenly Gate!"

Under the lights, Kenjiro Wakita stood up, waved to the crowd, and slowly walked onto the stage.

Upon seeing Wakita Kanenori, Wakasa Rumi's expression instantly turned dangerous.

She stared intently at the people on the stage, her eyes behind her glasses concealing a murderous intent.

“Rum…” she murmured to herself, her hatred surging like a tidal wave.

She will never forget that face, the face of the man who killed her adoptive mother and her lover.

For 20 years, she has lived in anonymity, constantly thinking about revenge.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her surging murderous intent.

In this situation, she had no prior preparation and could not be certain that she could kill the other party.

If she fails to kill him on the first try, she may not have a second chance.

If you're going to kill, you have to kill with one blow. You can't rush it, you can't rush it.

Aozawa keenly noticed Wakasa Rumi's unusual behavior.

His gaze inadvertently fell on the other person's eyes, which were covered by glasses, and he did not miss the fleeting murderous intent.

Ok?

Did Rumi Wakasa want to kill Rum?

It's like a pillow being delivered just when you're about to fall asleep.

On stage, Kenjiro Wakita read from a prepared script, his voice rising and falling in intonation.

Qingze looked on, then suddenly spoke:

"Ran, don't you think this gentleman looks a lot like Mr. Wakita from the Iroha Sushi restaurant?"

Ran Mouri was taken aback and looked at Aoze, who was looking at the person speaking on the stage, as if it was just a casual remark.

But Qingze would never casually mention something like this.

Sure enough, she noticed that Wakasa-sensei and Ai Haibara's attention had quietly fallen on her.

She looked at the stage, frowned, and examined it carefully. "Now that you mention it, it's true. But Mr. Wakita is wearing an eye patch, has a beard, and has hair..."

"Who is this Mr. Wakita you're talking about?" Rumi Wakasa leaned forward and asked curiously.

"It's Mr. Kenjiro Wakita, a new employee at the sushi restaurant next door to my house.

Was Mr. Wakita wearing an eye patch?

"Yes, they said there was something strange growing in his eye, so he had surgery and has been wearing an eye patch ever since..."

"I see..."

Rumi Wakasa stroked the cup, her eyes darkening.

Seeing that Wakasa Rumi had taken the bait, her eyelids drooped slightly.

Have things been going a little too smoothly lately?

As he wished, Sera Masumi learned of the existence of his "twin brother".

Rum fell into his hands smoothly, unnoticed by anyone.

Gin and Shuichi Akai were injured and are both recovering, which limits their mobility.

Looking for an opportunity to kill this body double, someone with a grudge against Rum appears...

It was going too smoothly for him, so smoothly that someone with his generally average luck felt uneasy.

Chapter 479 Truly a Prickly Feeling

Yuichi Nakamura huddled in a hidden ventilation duct in the banquet hall.

He looked down at the guests through the ventilation duct.

The room was filled with prominent figures from the political and business worlds, including executives from the Karasuma Group, leaders of Yokohama urban development, bank presidents, investors, and more.

And then there's the person he hates to the core—Kenta Karasuma.

The wristwatch held up to his eyes kept ticking, each second tick like a small hammer striking his taut nerves.

Finally, Kenta Karasuma stepped onto the stage.