Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Gin's voice was uncompromising, cold and crisp.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

The phone went dead. Qingze put down his phone, and all the intense emotions on his face quickly dissipated like the receding tide, leaving only indifference.

The indifference was so complete that, under the dim moonlight, it carried a chilling coldness.

The peaceful vacation of several years was officially declared over at this moment, and in its place came the inescapable killing spree that Koniak could not escape.

A long-dormant desire to destroy the world surged forth.

He reached into his pocket.

No sugar.

Chapter 508 Let's be open and honest.

A cold wind blew in from the mountains at night, chilling him to the bone. Qingze stroked the lighter in his hand, lost in thought.

What is the probability that APTX4869 will make you smaller?

Currently, two have been confirmed, and there is another one that is suspected of shrinking.

The two confirmed cases are descendants of the Karasuma family and members of the Miyano family.

He guessed that the shrunken Okiyazaki was probably related to Shiho Miyano by blood.

They look quite alike.

Vermouth was aware that there were already successful cases with Aptx4869, but she did not report it.

As someone who once took Aptx series drugs to maintain her youth, Vermouth's attitude towards these drugs is ambiguous, like a venomous snake lurking in the mist.

She deeply disliked the Miyano family who were researching the drug, but she never openly expressed her opposition to its development.

They even concealed key secrets from the organization.

Thinking it over, he dialed Vermouth's number.

Soon after, the call connected, and Vermouth's languid voice came through.

"You never call me without something good on your mind. So, what's up this time?"

Qingze cut straight to the point, "The boss assigned Gin and me a mission, do you know what it is?"

"Oh?" Vermouth's tone rose slightly, carrying a hint of casual curiosity. "What mission?"

"A list. The boss wants us to conduct clinical drug trials of APTX4869 on the people on the list."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

A few seconds later, Vermouth's voice came again, the previous languor gone, replaced by a solemn tone:

"Who are the people on the list? How many are there?"

"Most of them are surnamed Karasuma," Aozawa said calmly, as if stating the weather. "Around three hundred people."

"..."

A very faint inhalation came through the receiver.

Three hundred people. Large-scale drug administration experiment.

Once revealed, Aptx4869's unique ability to induce "cellular degenerative rejuvenation" will be like Pandora's box being opened, no longer able to remain hidden from the knowledge of a select few.

Qingze held his phone, his gaze fixed on the distant mountain ridge shrouded in darkness. He continued speaking, his voice low, yet like a pebble thrown into a seemingly calm, deep pool:

"What do you think the boss would do if he knew that APTX4869 already has proven success stories?"

Vermouth seemed to narrow her eyes slightly on the other end of the phone; even through the phone, one could sense the sudden surge of danger in her tone.

"What...do you mean by that?"

"Conan Edogawa," Aozawa whispered a name.

This time, there was an even longer silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long while, a very soft sigh came from Vermouth.

"I've never been sure if you've discovered his identity, but it seems you already knew."

She had been worried that Coniac would discover Conan's identity and do something to the child.

After that, Koniak didn't make any moves, and she speculated on many possibilities.

There's no need to guess now.

Qingze's voice carried a hint of mockery, "That brat is so cocky, only a fool wouldn't see through him, right?"

Vermouth's voice carried a chilling warning, each word heavy with conviction:

"Once his identity is exposed, the organization will inevitably capture him and take him to the laboratory for human research. What do you think Xiaolan would do if she knew about this? Where would she run?"

"Heh," Qingze chuckled briefly, his tone unreadable, "Are you threatening me?"

"No, I'm just describing a highly probable future scenario. A scenario that neither you nor I want to see."

A cryptic smile played on Qingze's lips.

"You want to hide the effects of aptx4869? But as far as I know, the success rate of this drug is not low at all. I know three people who have shrunk."

Three?

Vermouth's breath caught in her throat almost imperceptibly.

Besides Shinichi Kudo and Sherry... who else is there?

Could it be... that MI6 agent, Mary Akai, who was given an early version of the drug by her and should have died but has yet to receive news of her death?

To prevent the medication from shrinking her size, she specifically chose an early version developed by the Miyano couple!

Qingze chuckled, a low, hoarse laugh that carried a terrifying sense of control that sent chills down one's spine.

"It seems you already know who the third one is. Vermouth, stop hiding it and be open about it."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a long while, Vermouth slowly spoke.

What do you want to know?

"all."

A cold mountain wind blew in my face, ruffling the hair on my forehead.

Qingze stood in the night, his eyes dark and ghostly.

The phone call had ended, and he stood in the cold wind for a long time.

He glanced up at the faint crescent moon in the sky, then walked back into the house.

Subaru Okiya was still awake when he heard the door open and sat up halfway.

Aozawa glanced at Kyogoku Makoto, who was already asleep, and without turning on the light, turned on his phone's flashlight and quietly packed his things.

He didn't bring much with him: a bag, a few clothes, identification, some candy, and a laptop. He quickly put everything into the bag.

"What's going on, Mr. Aozawa?" Subaru Okiya asked in surprise as he watched him pack up, lowering his voice.

Aoze's brows furrowed with annoyance, but he did offer an explanation: "Something urgent has come up, and I have to rush back to Tokyo."

"So urgent?"

"There's no other way, time is precious, every minute is money."

Without intending to explain further, Qingze packed his things and quickly bought a ticket for the next available flight on his phone.

We need to arrange some things before going on this mission with Gin; who knows how long this mission will take.

Rum is still locked up. I don't want him to starve to death when he comes back from his mission.

He can't attend to Wakasa Rumi and Wakita Kanenori right now; he'll have to ask Shiratama to figure out how to arrange things.

When you count them up, there are quite a few things to do.

……

In another room, three girls, wide awake, with soft pajamas and loose hair, huddled together on a large tatami mat.

Sonoko Suzuki clung to Sera Masumi's arm like a koala, her cheek rubbing against her shoulder, her voice trembling with exaggerated sobs:

"Sera—! Do you really not want to stay? I can't bear to leave you!!!"

Her emotions came with sincerity and intensity. Not long ago, they had gathered together to talk about the future and their dreams.

In the blink of an eye, parting is imminent.

Sera Masumi was being squeezed so tightly by her that she could hardly breathe, but she also felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

She tried to appear nonchalant, and patted Sonoko on the back:

"With communication technology so advanced these days, we can video chat and send messages anytime. Besides, I'm not going away forever; I'll definitely come back to Japan someday..."

"It's a deal!" Sonoko looked up, her eyes a little red. "You absolutely can't forget us! You can't make new friends and then forget about us!"

"No, I wouldn't. You are my most important friends, how could I forget?"

Chapter 509 Don't make it sound like a life-or-death situation.

Ran Mouri spoke softly, her warm gaze falling on Sera Masumi's face: "Sera, when you get there, you must take good care of yourself. Safety first in everything."

She knew why Sera had left, and didn't try to stop her.

Sera Masumi felt a lump in her throat.

"Yes! I will. You should also have a happy time in Japan."

"Oh dear, don't say things that make me want to cry!"

Sonoko pounced on them again, hugging them both tightly. "Anyway! Keep in touch regularly! Share your daily lives! Report everything that happens—funny things, annoying things, people you like…"

"Okay, okay, I'll report, I'll definitely report." Sera Masumi smiled and agreed, feeling the warmth of her friend's embrace.

After the somewhat somber topics ended, they moved on to other things, with the girls playfully bickering and having a good time.

Qingze stood at the door of the girls' room, listening to the occasional conversations and playful noises coming from inside, and felt extremely grateful that he had switched back.

Otherwise, he would have had a very difficult night.

He raised his hand and knocked lightly twice on the door.

The rustling laughter in the room abruptly stopped.

"Who is it?" Sonoko's voice came, sounding somewhat puzzled.

"It's me, Qingze."

Ran Mouri's heart skipped a beat, and she got up and opened the door.

Outside the door, Qingze was already dressed and wearing the same simple backpack he had brought with him. His face looked somewhat gloomy in the dim light of the corridor, and a layer of weariness was between his brows.

Ran Mouri's heart suddenly tightened.

They look so ready to go...

"What's wrong?" Her voice unconsciously softened, a hint of worry in it.

"There's an urgent matter at the company, and I have to rush back to Tokyo to handle it immediately."

"Huh?" Sonoko, already shuffling to the door in her slippers, was wide awake, her face filled with surprise and worry. "Now? What time is it... How are you going to get here?"

"I asked the front desk, and the resort has a car that can take you to the airport. The earliest flight has already been booked."

Sera Masumi also came over, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment, her seriousness and irritation seeming genuine.

"This is too rushed... Can't we wait until dawn?"

Qingze sighed almost imperceptibly, his melancholy deepening, and shook his head: "I can't wait."

Time is tight, we must set off as soon as possible.

Ran Mouri realized that something had happened on the organization's side; the urgency meant it was probably something serious.

"Aze, I'll take you there."

"it is good."