Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Several people turned to look at them.

Qingze sat there lazily, his expression somewhat innocent.

"Why are you looking at me? Aren't we going to sing? Everyone, sing!"

Ota, wearing a floral shirt, paused for a moment, turned the music back on, switched to the next song, and continued singing.

As the rock music started, Aozawa glanced at Subaru Okiya before turning his gaze back to the screen.

A black trench coat swept across the rainy night streets, and a Porsche's headlights tore through the fog.

"My footsteps follow closely behind; I can already smell the prey's breath."

Qingze raised an eyebrow. The intro to the song was quite interesting, reminding him of a certain model worker.

"The shadow of the organization looms over every street corner; so-called justice is nothing but a conspiracy yet to be exposed."

"The path I walk never forks; it's either win or bury your body at the crossroads."

After the song ended, Qingze asked, "What song was that? It was pretty good."

The man in the floral shirt said smugly, "It's an interlude from a niche movie, the song is called 'Born Villain'."

"A born villain?"

Qingze took out his phone, searched for the song, and then, with a slight smile, sent it to Gin.

[Koniak: Born Villain.mp3]

[Koniak: Gin, your background music for your future appearances is ready. You're welcome.]

Chapter 504 Blacklist, Blacklist Directly

Gin sat in his Porsche, while Vodka was busy on his computer, retrieving data.

After a few days of rest, I can walk without any problems, but I still can't do high-intensity activities like running or jumping.

Normally, given the severity of his injury, he could have rested for a while longer until he was fully healed before reappearing.

However, the BOSS issued an order.

"Brother, all the information about the bloodline descendants that Karasuma Renya could find is here."

Vodka compiled a long list and sent it to his older brother.

Karasuma Renya, a wealthy man in the last century, has a very wide lineage, spanning six generations and hundreds of descendants scattered throughout Japan.

Some have changed their surnames for various reasons and don't even know that their ancestors were Karasuma Renya.

Some still retain the Karasuma surname, and some are even part of the Karasuma Group.

This is the data he collected over the past few days using various methods. He wouldn't say it's complete, but everything he could find is here.

Gin held his phone, scrolling through the names and addresses one by one.

"Brother, why are we collecting this?" Vodka asked, puzzled.

He worked on it for several days and stayed up several nights to finish it.

"This is the BOSS's order, don't ask any questions."

Gin didn't even look up, showing no intention of answering his younger brother's curiosity.

Forget about vodka, he had no idea what the boss was planning.

But once the task is assigned, you just have to do it.

As he looked around, Gin spotted a familiar name.

Kaito Kuroba, male, 17 years old

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

Look up one more space:

(Father) Kuroba Toichi [deceased]

(Grandpa) Kuroba Hidetaka [Dead]

(Great-grandmother) Karasuma Mizuki

Kaito Kid is actually related to the Karasuma family, by blood...

Is it because of his identity as Phantom Thief Kid that he is valued by the BOSS?

Just as I was thinking, Qingze's message popped up.

Gin, who clicked in and looked: ?

What utter nonsense.

Ignoring the MP3 file, Gin replied directly.

If you're sick, go get treatment.

Upon receiving the reply, Qingze glanced at it and quickly typed.

[Koniak: Do you know why you lost to Shuichi Akai?]

Gin raised an eyebrow.

Everyone who needed to know that he had been humiliated by Shuichi Akai already knew, so he wanted to see what Akai could come up with.

[Koniak: Because you don't have your own background music!]

Gin: "..."

[Koniak: There's a saying, "No one can beat me with my background music playing," I think you should give it a try.]

[Koniak: From now on, playing this BGM when fighting your nemesis will make you invincible!]

Gin: "..."

Shuichi Akai is hilarious, and then he wins, right?

Ignoring Koniak's occasional outbursts of trash talk, Gin typed with a blank expression.

Gin: Tomorrow at 2 PM, Black Cat Tavern, important mission.

Upon seeing this message, Qingze instantly stopped chuckling.

With a single tap, you can block them.

task?

What mission?

He didn't see anything!

Gin was about to send another message when he realized the message had failed to send.

He gave a cold laugh and stopped sending messages.

Did you think that blocking him would stop you from doing tasks?

Just wait, once this list is posted, the BOSS will immediately send out new tasks.

When the time comes, he'll have to do it whether he wants to or not!

He sent the list up and then closed his eyes to rest.

……

Subaru Okiya had been keeping an eye on Aozawa whenever he had a spare moment, and when he saw that Aozawa had suddenly stopped smiling, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Mr. Okiya, what's wrong?"

Aozawa almost didn't realize that Subaru Okiya had called him. He put his phone away, looking dejected.

"Sigh, I won't be able to take more than a few days off."

"Are you ready to work?"

"yes……"

Sano Hideichi smiled and asked, "What does Mr. Okiya do for a living?"

"Being a corporate slave, what other job could it be?"

Sano Hideichi choked.

He was secretly annoyed.

These two people neither drink nor eat the food here, so their seductive tactics were ineffective; they had absolutely no chance to make a move.

Qingze reached into his pocket; it was empty of sunflower seeds.

He brushed the crumbs off his hands and looked at Shuichi Sano.

"I'm a little thirsty, do you have any water?"

"Is juice available?"

"can."

Shuichi Sano then looked at Subaru Okiya, "Does Mr. Aozawa want it?"

Subaru Okiya glanced at Aozawa and adjusted his glasses.

"Have a drink."

Sano Shuichi quickly gave his companion a wink, then subtly blocked their view.

Qingze smiled slightly. "Sitting here is a bit boring. I'll go order a song."

As he spoke, he stood up, walked to the karaoke machine, and turned his back to the crowd.

A moment later, a glass of orange juice was handed to Qingze.

Qingze's gaze swept over the glass of orange juice handed to him, the liquid gleaming alluringly under the psychedelic lights.

He took it, his nose twitching slightly. Besides the sweet scent of orange juice, he also caught a hint of an unpleasant sweet-smelling fishy smell, deliberately masked beneath the aroma of the juice.

At the same time, another cup was handed to Subaru Okiya.

Shuichi Sano, Masato Fukuhara, Ota, and Aiko—the four of them, like an invisible spiderweb, silently enveloped Aozawa and Subaru Okiya from different angles, focusing on the cups in their hands.

They held their breath and waited, waiting for the sound of liquid sliding down their throats and swallowing, waiting for the moment when their prey's eyes gradually became glazed over and their body went limp.

Without any warning, Qingze made a move.

His right hand, however, reached out like an iron clamp, and his five fingers precisely gripped the chin of Sano Shuichi, who was closest to him.

"Huh?! You—!"

The confident smile on Sano Shuichi's face froze instantly, turning into utter astonishment. His pupils contracted violently due to the excruciating pain and the sudden turn of events.

Qingze maintained his smiling demeanor, pressed down with his finger to pry open Sano's teeth, and poured the glass of orange juice into Sano's open mouth.

Subaru Okiya raised an eyebrow, surprised that Aozawa was so direct.

However, since Qingze had already started the group, he couldn't very well not join in.

He grabbed Masato Fukuhara's neck and shoulders and slammed him down onto the sofa.

The languid and playful expression on Masato Fukuhara's face shattered instantly. The next moment, the glass of orange juice, reflected in his terrified, dilated pupils, was mercilessly poured into his mouth.

After he finished, he stood up with the cup still containing the drink and moved away.

"Cough cough—vomit!"

Masato Fukuhara choked and his face turned red. He tried to vomit to get out what he had drunk, but it was not so easy to vomit it out now that it was in his stomach.

"What are you doing!" Aiko almost screamed as she backed to the doorway, her face ashen.

Ota, wearing a floral shirt, was also stunned, and the wine glass in his hand clattered to the ground.

The anticipated hunt never came. Instead, what followed was an absurd and terrifying scene of the hunter being devoured by the trap he himself had set.

The two people they had treated as prey were now watching them with a leisurely air, their faces bearing a playful yet terrifying smile.

Chapter 505 I don't even want to think about what would happen if I got infected.

The instinct for survival made Ohta react quickly. He forcibly suppressed his palpitations and roared, his voice filled with bravado but his heart was weak: