Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

He paused, then said with an undeniable finality, "Go."

"Yes."

The machine noise disappeared, and the tavern returned to silence.

Qingze glanced at Gin, who looked almost relaxed, and finally his gaze fell on the silver metal box next to him.

"Is it an APTX4869 inside?"

"Ah."

"how many?"

Gin didn't say anything, but simply picked up the suitcase, walked to a nearby table that was still intact, and unlocked it with a click.

Inside the box were several medicine boxes, with red and white capsules neatly embedded in them. Next to them were a miniature video recording device and a laptop computer.

Do you have a plan?

Gin turned around and leaned against the edge of the table, the hem of his black trench coat hanging down.

"Of course, you make the plan. My job is to cooperate with you."

He deliberately emphasized the last three words.

"The sun must have risen in the west; you've actually handed the initiative to me."

Aozawa stared warily at Gin, strongly suspecting there was a trap involved.

You have to understand that Gin is a very controlling person. If someone like that suddenly relinquishes the initiative, there must be something fishy going on!

Gin chuckled, his mockery undisguised.

He snapped the lid shut, and with a flick of his wrist, the entire box spun rapidly along the table and slid toward Qingze.

The box scraped against the empty tabletop with a harsh screech before Qingze firmly held it down.

“The detailed information and addresses of the people on the list are all in the computer,” Gin’s voice turned cold and businesslike again. “Today’s target is at least three.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Qingze's doubtful face, and added, unusually, "I'm injured, so I'll only play a support role."

Qingze's gaze fell on his legs, which were covered by black trousers and the hem of his trench coat, revealing nothing.

"I heard you got your leg injured by Shuichi Akai..." Aozawa crossed his arms, speaking sarcastically, "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

A vein bulged on Gin's forehead, and he slightly raised his chin to look at the security camera.

"This is the boss's arrangement. If you're not satisfied, you can talk to the boss about it."

The red light on the security camera in the corner remained silently lit.

Qingze withdrew his gaze from his confrontation, turned on his computer, and checked the data inside.

Compared to the rudimentary list in the email attachment, the information here is much more detailed.

Each target has a photo, background, and social connections. Those with some status are also specifically marked with their affiliation and position, along with their contact information and address.

Looking at the extremely messy addresses scattered all over Japan, Aozawa frowned.

Three a day?

"No, at least three."

Qingze: "..."

Three a day, about three hundred people, it would take at least three months.

This isn't a mission, this is pure fodder!

Seeing Aozawa's expression, as if he had eaten shit, Gin felt great.

After being idle for so long, it's time for him to experience the baptism of a mission.

Discarding meaningless emotions, Qingze quickly got into work mode.

It's impossible to work for three months straight, not to mention that once the task reaches a certain stage, it will inevitably attract attention.

Aptx4869 itself is not a stable drug.

Heaven knows what kind of changes will occur after the Karasuma family takes it.

He couldn't let this mission continue indefinitely.

After identifying people over 60 years old and prioritizing them by distance, Qingze began planning the itinerary and routes for the first three days.

The tavern fell silent; Gin was nowhere to be seen, only the sound of keyboards clicking could be heard.

Looking at the list that had been selected and compiled, Qingze pondered.

There are no members of the Kudo family or the Kuroba family here.

Is it that their existence was unknown to the organization, or were they deleted by someone with ulterior motives?

He closed his laptop and looked up.

Gin has returned and is now leaning against the wall, standing by the window smoking.

"Let's go."

With that, he picked up his suitcase and walked out of the tavern first.

Gin stubbed out his cigarette and stepped out of the pub.

Qingze stood in the back seat of the Porsche 356A, waiting for him to open the door.

Where is your car?

"Not open."

Gin glanced at him and unlocked the car.

Qingze didn't rush in. He looked at Gin and raised an eyebrow.

"You old-fashioned guy are so conspicuous, aren't you afraid of being targeted by the Metropolitan Police Department?"

The Metropolitan Police Department should already know that Gin drives a Porsche 356A.

Why is he still so reckless, driving this old relic every day?

Chapter 514 You single dog, what do you know?

It's fine if we don't mention this, but as soon as we do, Gin gets annoyed.

"Who is targeting me?"

Qingze shrugged, looking innocent. "Maybe it's because you're too high-profile that you've been targeted."

"……Oh."

Gin ignored the shameless man and got into the driver's seat.

He was a little puzzled.

He has been using Koniak's face to kidnap Shuichi Akai's sister for several days now, and the surveillance footage has definitely fallen into Shuichi Akai's hands.

However, there is no trace of Koniak on the Metropolitan Police Department's publicly available wanted information website.

It seems the FBI did not provide this information to the Metropolitan Police Department as he had anticipated.

In retrospect, it's actually a good thing.

After all, he was going on a mission. If Koniak became a wanted man by the police, he would have to avoid every intersection where traffic police were present, which would add unnecessary variables to the mission.

Qingze sat in the back seat and put the suitcase aside.

He sincerely advised, "Aren't you really considering getting a new car? You never know when you might run into a traffic police checkpoint."

Gin sneered and ignored him.

If he encounters a traffic police checkpoint, as long as he is in his car, it doesn't matter what kind of car he changes into.

It's better to drive your familiar and comfortable old car.

At least, he is happy sitting in his beloved car.

Aozawa was just saying it casually, and it's fine if Gin doesn't listen.

"Where's Vodka? Aren't we going to call him to drive?"

Gin scoffed, "Who do you think collected all this information?"

After working tirelessly for several days, if Vodka were to become a driver again, he would likely die suddenly at the steering wheel.

"If he can work, then let him do more work. Call him over to drive tomorrow." Qingze casually added intensity to Volt.

How can we let him be the sole servant?

Gin disagreed, saying, "He needs at least two days of rest."

Even when you're squeezing someone, you can't just grab anyone and squeeze them relentlessly.

Qingze didn't care; if he wouldn't open the vodka, he'd open the gin himself.

"Destination: Gunma Prefecture. Let's go."

The car smoothly entered the traffic, and Qingze took out his phone. Just then, a photo was sent to him.

In the photo, Ran Mouri is wearing skis, with a ski resort in the background, and she is taking a selfie and making a peace sign.

A smile appeared on Qingze's lips, and his entire demeanor softened.

He tapped his finger and dialed a number, his voice gentle and soothing.

"Are you skiing?"

A cheerful laugh came from the other end of the phone, followed by Lan's lighthearted tone.

"Yeah. You have some free time now?"

"I guess so, I'm in the car."

"Where to?"

"I have some business to take care of in Gunma Prefecture..."

Gin glanced at the person making a phone call in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and hearing that gentle tone, his expression turned somewhat disgusted.

That sound is disgusting.

The young couple continued their long phone conversation, "It must take several hours to drive there from Tokyo, right?"

Qingze glanced up at the person in the driver's seat. "I'm not driving. There's a driver."

Ran Mouri immediately understood, realizing there were other people in the car.

"be careful."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Qingze yawned and prepared to go to sleep.

Tonight is going to be a sleepless night, so I'll try to catch up on my sleep while I have the chance.

Ahead, Gin suddenly said:

"You've gotten pretty deeply involved; be careful not to fall into it."

Qingze didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Thanks for the reminder. Even if I fail, I'm willing to accept it."

"hopeless."

"You single dog, what do you know?"

Gin: "..."

"I remember someone saying he didn't like Ran Mouri."

"Really? You must have misheard."

Qingze denied saying that.

"I remember someone once said that he had broken up with his girlfriend."

"Really? How come I didn't know? Gin, how come you're starting to have memory problems at such a young age?"