Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Keep an eye on him secretly, and monitor all his communications and movements."

Gin remained calm.

A single Friedold is no match for Bourbon, who has backup. If they really go head-to-head, it's hard to say who will be the one to die.

Keep an eye on him, and once he has a moment of free time, Bourbon will have no chance to escape!

After hanging up, Gin called Rum again.

The phone rang for a while before being hung up.

Gin frowned slightly and changed his mind to sending an email.

Sherry is not dead; Bourbon knows her whereabouts.

After sending the email, he continued to ponder while waiting for a reply.

This measure is probably not foolproof. If Sherry is hidden by the Metropolitan Police Department, even if they catch Bourbon, they may not be able to find her.

Qingze felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

He slowed down, picked it up and saw it was a forwarded message from Gin.

He glanced at Gin, who was in a state of high excitement, and was somewhat speechless.

You don't get to stay young forever, so why are you working so hard?

Get excited, get excited! But wait until you find out you're not included, then let's see if you'll still be excited.

He stopped the car, blocking Gin's view, and replied to Bai Yu's message.

Gin assumed he was messaging Ran Mouri and didn't pay much attention.

Not long after, Gin received a reply from Rum.

You decide what to do.

Gin raised an eyebrow upon reading the reply.

Is Rum letting him take action against Bourbon?

After a moment's thought, Gin dialed another number.

After a few rings, a languid and sexy female voice came through the receiver, tinged with a playful laugh:

"Oh my, Gin, calling so late, are you missing my voice, or the martini I make?"

The car was quiet, and Qingze's hearing was sharp enough to make him clearly hear the highly recognizable teasing.

He stopped driving, parked the car on the side of the road, took out a lollipop from his pocket, and began to slowly tear off the wrapper.

Gin glanced at Qingze, who was pretending to listen but was actually enjoying the show, ignored Vermouth's flirting, and went straight to the point:

"How's the cross-age recognition system going in terms of penetration?"

"Tsk, so clueless about romance." Vermouth sighed softly, the playfulness in her tone fading somewhat.

"We've already established a good relationship with Naomi Algent, the key researcher. She can replace her at any time on the 'Pacific Buoy.' However..."

She shifted her tone slightly, revealing a hint of unease, "To completely take over her authority and erase our presence entirely under system monitoring... my current technical skills are not enough."

Her greatest strengths lie in infiltration and disguise; her cyber skills are no match for those of professional technicians.

"Have Vodka cooperate with you to gain complete control of that system as soon as possible. Then, use it to find Sherry."

"Shirley?"

Vermouth paused almost imperceptibly for half a second, then asked probingly, "Why bring her up again all of a sudden? Wasn't she already dead in the train explosion?"

“Ha, dead?” Gin sneered. “Vermouth, I remember, it was you and Bourbon who confirmed her death on the train.”

He paused, his gaze carrying a stark scrutiny and warning:

“But now I suspect she’s not dead at all. You’d better remain loyal to the organization. Don’t think that the Master’s favor will be your shield. When it’s time to clean up, I won’t hesitate.”

Vermouth frowned.

Why is this person so unusually fixated on the "dead" Sherry?

Or did he discover something?

According to Koniak, he and Gin took on the clinical trial assignment for Aptx4869.

Thinking about it, Vermouth was startled.

Could there already be successful cases?

A chill ran through her. She quickly suppressed all her surprise and doubt, and when she spoke again, her tone had returned to its usual languid and alluring style, even adding a hint of dissatisfaction and teasing about the threat:

"Okay, okay. Honestly, Gin, so serious and boring, you're just wasting this nice evening. I was even looking forward to having a drink with you..."

After hanging up the phone, Gin met Aozawa's teasing gaze.

Qingze mimicked Vermouth's tone, speaking in a high-pitched voice, "Such seriousness and boredom only wastes such a beautiful night~"

Gin: "......"

His temple twitched, and he silently took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

But under Qingze's silent gaze that seemed to say, "You dare to try lighting it," it ultimately failed to be lit.

He took the cigarette in his hand and rubbed it, then looked inquisitively at the person next to him who seemed completely indifferent to Shirley's life or death, through the dim light inside the car.

"Don't you have any thoughts about staying young forever?"

Qingze shrugged indifferently, his tone light and airy, "I don't even know how long I'll live, why would I care about staying young forever?"

Gin was speechless for a moment.

Talking about this topic with someone who doesn't even care much about their own life or death is like casting pearls before swine.

Qingze looked away and started the car again.

"I advise you to calm down and keep a normal mindset, otherwise the greater your hopes, the greater your disappointment will be."

Chapter 518 Don't disgust me here!

The car continued towards its next destination, and no one spoke; the interior was deathly quiet.

Gin repeatedly put the cigarette in his mouth, grinding the cigarette butt between his teeth.

He has always been a heavy smoker, but when he encounters someone who doesn't smoke, hates secondhand smoke, and is even more capable than him, he has no choice but to put up with it.

Qingze didn't care about Gin's actions; as long as he didn't pollute his air, he didn't care what Gin did.

He gripped the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the dark road ahead, cut off by the headlights, as he drove and pondered.

Gin knows that Sherry is not dead and has an all-age recognition system, so it's only a matter of time before Ai Haibara is discovered.

Whether Ai Haibara is discovered or not is irrelevant. As a researcher, she won't die even if she is discovered at this juncture; she will simply be taken back to the lab to continue her research.

If you don't want to do research, then others will study you.

She had no choice.

APTX4869 is actually a finished product, possessing the effect of making people look younger and regain their youth.

However, the success rate is not high.

The organization failed to discover this for two reasons: first, there weren't many test subjects, and second, Sherry must have concealed crucial information.

Given the current success rate, as the experiment continues, as long as luck doesn't run out, there will inevitably be successful examples.

There is hope here, but Dr. Payton's research will definitely be slowed down.

After all, it's all about prolonging life, and money and resources will be poured into whichever has a higher success rate.

The revelation of drug A's success was actually a good thing for him.

Only when the organization takes action can he glean the thoughts and true intentions of the people behind it.

He only has a chance if the water is stirred up.

Otherwise, if that old thing remains hidden in the deepest, darkest place, and cannot be found at all, how can we talk about "solving" it?

As for Bourbon... there's no need to remind him for now.

Bourbon had never met Fryward, but that didn't mean he wasn't aware that someone was watching him.

Gin is here with him right now, tied down by the mission, and can't spare a moment to himself.

He could have waited until things got more heated before delivering the message, thus preventing Bourbon from dying prematurely.

Fryward knew Rum's disguised identity and knew he had to kill her. He needed Bai Yu and Lan to keep an eye on her and prevent her from falling into Bourbon's hands.

Those in the organization can die, but they cannot be caught; otherwise, these people will become witnesses in his future trial.

Only when all evidence is buried in darkness can he continue to live in the sunlight under the identity of "Qingze".

After reviewing the situation, it turns out there's not much he actually needs to do.

He just needs to keep an eye on things and give them a push when the time is right.

Upon arriving at the second target location, the two repeated the same method.

This time, Gin personally administered the medication, meticulously monitoring any changes in the mice after taking it.

But compared to the first one, there wasn't much difference; in fact, he lived for even less time than Number One.

And so on, the third, and the fourth.

When we emerged from the mountains again, it was already broad daylight.

As Qingze flipped through the schedule for the new day, he slumped in the back seat like a wilted eggplant, practically dead.

He slumped to the side, his entire body leaning back in the seat, one arm hanging limply at his sides, the other hand holding his phone to his ear, his voice so weak it sounded like he had only one breath left.

"Lan, I'm dying..."

"What's wrong, Aze?! Are you alright?!"

Ran Mouri, who had just gotten up, was startled by the tone of the voice. Her grip on her phone tightened involuntarily, and all sorts of terrible thoughts flashed through her mind.

"Waaah... I'm so tired..." Qingze said in a strained voice, drawing out the sound.

Hearing him say that, Ran Mouri's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly settled back into place.

What?! That startled her.

"Ah—I'm so tired, I need a kiss from Ran to feel better~"

Hearing the affected, pretentious voice of someone in the back seat, Gin got goosebumps and his temples throbbed.

"Konyak, if you're going to make a phone call, go somewhere else and stop bothering me!"

Qingze simply picked at his ear, pretending not to hear anything.

Ran Mouri, on the other end of the phone, also heard Gin's low growl, which was filled with suppressed anger, and her toes unconsciously gripped the soles of her shoes.

Ah Ze, you need to maintain your image!

When he first met Qingze, Koniak was described as mysterious, dangerous, and extremely stylish...

Now... it's all shattered.

"Aze, how about... you step away for a bit before you fight?" she suggested softly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"No," Qingze muttered, "I've stayed up all night, I don't want to move."

Ran Mouri couldn't help but laugh when she heard his childlike complaints coming through the receiver.

She walked with an umbrella on the snow-covered mountain stone path, her laughter soft and gentle, melting into the falling snowflakes.

Snowflakes landed on the umbrella, drifting and swirling in the field of vision, turning the view into a pure white.

"What did you do last night? You're so tired." She asked, following his words, her voice filled with laughter.

"I worked as a driver all night."

"Didn't you say there would be a driver?"

"The drivers went on strike." Qingze grumbled, his dissatisfaction almost overflowing from the microphone.

"That must have been really tough... Can you take a break now?"

"I can only rest for half a day; I have to continue my journey this afternoon."