Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The box was opened, and inside was a red and white pill.

"This is Aptx4869. Keep it for now, and figure out a way to feed it to Champagne later..."

As he spoke, Qingze paused for a moment.

"You can refuse if you don't want to."

She used to work in the organization, doing killings, but now that she's left, she doesn't need to do that anymore.

Bai Yu's gaze was originally fixed on the medicine, but upon hearing this, she looked up at him.

Qingze lowered his eyes slightly, and in the shadows, his red eyes gave off a sense of a dark abyss.

Bai Yu took the box containing the medicine and smiled.

“You gave me the freedom to choose what not to do, and now, I want to choose what to do for you. This is my will.”

Qingze remained silent for a moment.

"Feel sorry."

Previously, Binga and Silver Fox had only asked Bai Yu to help find people, but now, he was really going to have her take action.

Bai Yu looked at him and inexplicably sensed a hint of sadness emanating from him.

What is this sorrow about?

Is he feeling apologetic for having to return to his old profession?

What is there to apologize for?

Thinking about it, she asked the question.

"When you helped me leave the organization and gave me a new identity and life, wasn't it precisely because you hoped that I could become a reliable helper when necessary?"

"Why is it that now, you're always apologizing to me?"

Qingze remained silent and did not answer.

Letting Bai Yu leave the organization was an experiment, a test, a means of exploitation, but it was also driven by a sense of affection.

He said she would have a new life.

But in the end, they were still constantly dealing with things from the past.

After a long silence, he said softly:

"You don't need to come into contact with these anymore."

Bai Yu slowly shook her head, looking at him with an indescribable light in her eyes.

"Qingze, because of you, I became Baiyu, not Curaçao. This new life is what you brought me."

"You gave me a new life, but you yourself haven't."

"I had no choice in the past, but everything that will happen in the future is my own choice."

"You can directly ask me to do things; you don't need to use words like 'request' or 'trouble.' You don't need to pay me or apologize. I'm happy to help you."

"Qingze, don't feel burdened."

How can using a tool be a burden?

He felt burdened because he had never treated her as a tool.

He cares about her thoughts and whether she is willing; he gives her the right to choose.

This is something completely different from the organization and from Rum.

He treated her as a person.

Even though I already knew he was like that.

But at this moment, the surging emotions were still difficult to control.

She looked at him as if she were gazing upon her only god.

Qingze looked at her, feeling that gaze that saw the world only she had.

Yearning, admiration, longing, attachment, love...

These emotions are too numerous and too complex, mixed together, making them too much to bear.

He felt a bit burned.

He stood up from the sofa and stopped looking into those eyes.

"I'm sorry, I can't reciprocate your feelings."

He didn't want to take advantage of Bai Yu's feelings, nor did he want to incur a debt of affection.

I don't want to give any possibility or hints.

If possible, she would prefer that their relationship be purely transactional, without any emotional involvement.

Bai Yu stared blankly at him, then burst out laughing.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by reciprocating my feelings? Have you misunderstood something?"

Qingze turned around and looked at her, somewhat bewildered.

Bai Yu rested her chin on her hand, gazing at the kitten licking its paws not far away, a look of reminiscence on her face.

"I have also thought carefully about what my feelings for you really are."

"Your existence, like the moon in the sky, is a ray of light, the only thing worth remembering in my once lifeless existence."

"I can't help but follow your shadow, constantly seeking solace in my memories."

"I didn't understand what that feeling was before. Later, I slowly came to understand..."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Qingze, her expression carrying an indescribable sense of melancholy.

"That's the straw a drowning person instinctively tries to grasp, the only coin a poor person has."

Because of its rarity, it appears so precious and unforgettable.

“I’ve been studying love and trying to create art lately. I’ve realized that love is exclusive, possessive, and can involve jealousy, hatred, greed, and dissatisfaction.”

Bai Yu reached out and touched her chest, feeling the unusual beating of her heart, something that had never happened before.

“I’m not jealous of Lan. On the contrary, I see you two are happy and content together. I’m delighted to see you, but my heart doesn’t race.”

As she said this, her eyes flickered, and she looked up.

"So this isn't love, you don't need to feel burdened."

Qingze smiled, his tone becoming more relaxed.

"Then I was being narcissistic."

Bai Yu smiled too, gazing at her as if she were looking at her own god.

She was willing to give everything for her god without asking for anything in return.

Qingze sat down again. "You've really studied love quite thoroughly. You can start writing your book now."

"Even so, I haven't decided what story to write yet."

"Then think about it some more, there's no rush..."

"Hmm, no rush."

After leaving Bai Yu's residence, Qing Ze glanced at the time: five in the morning.

He set an alarm and went home to sleep.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The alarm clock rang, but Qingze pressed the button and went back to sleep.

Before long, the phone started ringing incessantly.

Qingze grabbed a handful of hair in anguish and sat up in bed.

This damn work life!!

He answered the phone immediately, and before the other end could speak, his roar came through.

"Hurry, hurry! What's the rush! Are you in such a hurry to be reborn?!"

Gin: "..."

I wanted to remind him that the boss was waiting for him.

He's giving me a damn thing!

He took a deep breath and hung up the phone.

Chapter 513 is simply a mule and a horse.

An hour later, a male ghost with red eyes and white hair, exuding resentment, arrived at the tavern.

The tavern was empty and quiet, with only Gin sitting alone at a booth, a silver metal box beside him.

Upon seeing Qingze appear, he stubbed out his cigarette, looking impatient.

"You've already wasted an hour."

"It's already good that I was able to get back today."

Qingze looked at Gin with a sinister gaze and walked over step by step.

His footsteps were heavy, pressing down on the old wooden floor with an unsettling creak.

He stopped in front of the table and, without any warning, slammed his fist down!

boom!

The hard marble tabletop shattered instantly, spiderweb-like cracks spreading in an instant, scattering fragments and dust everywhere.

A sharp piece of gravel flew out and slammed into Gin's thigh.

Gin's body tensed abruptly, and he let out a muffled groan.

A familiar stinging sensation came from the never-healed wound, and warm liquid quickly seeped through the bandage.

His eyes flashed with a cold light, and almost at the same moment, Beretta had already pointed steadily at Qingze's brow, the movement so fast that it was just a blur.

The dark muzzle of the gun exuded a chilling aura of death, yet Qingze remained motionless.

He raised his head slightly, half of his face still hidden in the deep shadow of the hood, only his red eyes shining frighteningly in the dim light, and a near-mad smile curving his lips.

"I'm on a date," he said in a low voice, but every word was venomous. "Do you even know what a date is? Are all the organizers dead? Why did you have to call me back?"

Gin's face was as taut as a block of cold iron, and his grip on the gun was unusually tight, as if he were about to crush the handle at any moment.

He went on a mission injured, while this bastard was on a date and is now taking his anger out on him!

Looking at the completely clueless person in front of him, Gin unusually loosened his grip on the trigger, a smile appearing on his lips.

A processed, cold, and steady electronic synthesized voice suddenly rang out in the dead silence of the tavern:

"Koniak, are you dissatisfied with me?"

An inconspicuous red surveillance camera in the corner was emitting a dim red light, like the gaze of a Cyclops.

The violent aura surrounding Qingze vanished instantly. He turned to the camera, lowered his head slightly, and his posture was impeccably obedient.

"No, Boss."

"This mission is very important. Gin, cooperate with me. I need to see the results of the experiment as soon as possible."

Qingze rolled his eyes inwardly.

Cooperation? That sounds nice. Does it mean Gin should cooperate with him, or that guy should keep an eye on him?

There's probably also an intention to have them monitor each other.

He raised his head at the opportune moment, his face displaying the appropriate confusion.

“But BOSS, once the death toll reaches a certain number, no matter how well we operate covertly, the outside world will definitely notice something is wrong.”

The mechanical voice was completely flat, as if stating a given fact: "Start with marginalized groups, prioritize the elderly, spread out the targets, and minimize the probability of being noticed."

"All experimental data must be recorded in detail, videotaped, and reported on the same day."