Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Kaito Kuroba, disguised as Ran Mouri, stood to the side, looking at "Aozawa" with a gentle smile on her face, but inwardly she was shocked.

Ran Mouri can drive?

Are you sure there won't be an accident while driving in height-increasing shoes?

Or is it actually Qingze himself?

Ai Haibara had just opened the car door when she suddenly froze.

My heart pounded hard without warning, as if it had been suddenly gripped by cold iron clamps.

Immediately, an uncontrollable shiver shot up from my spine and spread throughout my entire body.

A familiar fear choked her breath, and the surrounding noise faded and distorted in an instant, as if separated by a thick layer of blood mist.

She suddenly looked up—

A classic black Porsche 356A slowly drove up, like a cold blade slicing through the dim lights of the underground parking garage.

She saw the two people in the front seat.

Even through the car window and the noise, the sense of danger pierced through her like a physical entity, choking her breath and instantly draining all color from her face.

Chapter 523 Three People in One Frame

The Porsche 356A was parked in a parking space not far away. The engine was turned off, and the driver got out of the car.

First, black boots stepped on the ground, and then the people inside the car appeared.

He was dressed in all black, with messy, unruly short silver hair, the excessively long ends of which were casually draped over his head like wolf hair.

Without a hood to conceal his face, it was completely visible under the pale overhead lights of the parking lot.

It was an exceptionally striking face, yet also remarkably dangerous and sharp.

He had a high, straight nose, and his eye sockets were sharply defined. His skin had a pale, sunless look under the cold light.

His lips were very pale, and at this moment, the corners of his lips naturally curved downwards, revealing a lingering sense of sarcasm and weariness.

His jawline was clean and sharp, covered with a layer of untrimmed stubble, giving him a touch of untamed wildness and ruggedness.

What was particularly striking were those eyes, crimson as if stained with blood, gleaming eerily under the overhead light, exuding a sinister aura.

He simply stood there, doing nothing, yet an aura of near-tangible danger emanated from him.

He got out of the car, casually closed the door, and looked around. The air seemed to freeze wherever he looked.

The other car door opened, and another figure stepped out and stood up straight.

He raised his hand and placed the black top hat over his equally striking silver hair. The brim of the hat was pulled down, obscuring most of his expression, revealing only his taut jawline and thin lips pressed into a straight line.

The hem of his long black trench coat swayed slightly. He leaned against the cold car door, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lowered his head, and bit down on a cigarette.

With a click, the flame of the metal lighter shot up, instantly illuminating the lower half of his face and a small patch of cold skin under the brim of his hat, before being blurred by the billowing smoke.

Aside from the almost-miss background music, this picture of the big shot getting out of the car is absolutely brilliant; it would be a stunning entrance in a movie.

Director Ran Mouri secretly praised him in her heart.

Aozawa probably did some research on how to make the coolest entrance, but Gin's demeanor...

Wow, did he train in that too?

Upon seeing Gin and Koniak, Ai Haibara felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her blood seemingly freezing instantly.

Taking advantage of the fact that the two men weren't paying attention to her, she pulled the hood up over her head, used all her strength to suppress her trembling, and quickly shrank into the car to minimize her presence.

Sherry is dead. They couldn't have come for her; it was just a chance encounter.

She had to hide well and not be noticed.

After thinking about all sorts of random things, Ran Mouri's gaze fell on Aoyama's face. She noticed the faint dark circles under his eyes and the unkempt stubble on his chin, and her heart felt as if it had been gently pricked by a needle.

The beauty filter was on during the video call, so it wasn't that obvious. But when I saw him in person, I realized he looked much more haggard. He didn't even need makeup to look different from the "Qingze" character.

Kaito Kuroba's gaze also fell on Aozawa.

This was the first time he had ever actually met Koniak.

It wasn't the gentle state he was in with Ran Mouri, but rather the side that belonged entirely to darkness.

Dangerous, cold, like a knife that draws blood as soon as it's unsheathed.

How could someone like that be so obedient to Ran Mouri...

This only adds to Ran Mouri's mystique.

Ran Mouri counted silently in her mind.

Three, two, one...

"Brother Qingze! That person... looks just like you!"

Yuan Tai's voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible in the deathly silent parking lot.

Ran Mouri's disguised face showed a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.

Audience member number one gave the appropriate response.

Over there, the white-haired, red-eyed male protagonist suddenly turned his head, his gaze like a cold searchlight, directly hitting "Qingze's" face.

Two gazes collided in mid-air.

The air seemed to be sucked out instantly, leaving only dust floating under the pale white lights and a silent, spreading tension.

Qingze looked Lan, who was disguised as him, up and down, and praised Lan for her great performance.

The main characters are all "masters of acting", with their own makeup and hair, and no flaws in appearance, posture and temperament.

The audience consists of a group of children who are unlikely to make mistakes, and the reason for bringing them out to play is natural, commonplace, and reasonable.

While reducing risk, it also makes it easy for people to gather information about it, thus naturally possessing credibility.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the red car parked further away.

Moreover, the presence of the fake child can also attract additional guests.

Director Lan, well done!

He smiled, staring at "Qingze" with a half-smile.

Ran Mouri received this silent praise and became even more immersed in her role.

Her brows furrowed, and her eyes widened in surprise and doubt.

Kaito Kuroba also adopted Ran Mouri's persona, quickly shielding the children behind him, his posture tense, looking at the two men in black with a wary stance.

In the car not far away, Subaru Okiya opened his narrowed eyes.

To protect Ai Haibara's safety, he naturally followed her out today, but he remained hidden in the shadows and did not show himself.

Unexpectedly, they bumped into Gin and Koniak.

He glanced at the two people staring at each other, then at Gin, who was smoking and seemed indifferent, before getting out of the car.

In the quiet underground space, after a moment of eye contact, "Qingze" took the initiative to walk towards Koniak.

Ran Mouri grabbed his arm, her expression worried and her voice tense, "Ze!"

"Qingze" turned around and gave her a reassuring look. "It's okay, just keep them with you and don't wander off."

He continued forward, stopping a few steps in front of Koniak.

Gin slowly turned around, his gaze under the brim of his hat glancing at Koniak, then sweeping over the approaching "Aozawa," and finally landing on the tense, wary, and worried "Ran Mouri" behind him.

Looking at the bizarre scene of the three of them together, a mocking sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

What a foolish woman, she's been completely fooled.

The man next to him was the real Koniak, who had been on the mission for a few days and was full of resentment.

It goes without saying who that "Qingze" is.

Unable to be with his girlfriend himself, he had Vermouth pretend to be him to accompany her; Koniak is truly insane.

Gin frowned at this thought.

wrong.

If that's the case, there's no need for Koniak to drive here specifically to make a public appearance.

Koniak was very concerned about disguising his identity. When he made a video call with Ran Mouri outside the car, he took off his white wig and appeared with short black hair.

Given the organization's emphasis on secrecy, it's highly unlikely that Koniak would betray his mission by revealing his true identity to Ran Mouri and the organization's existence.

Ran Mouri knows the code name Koniak, but that doesn't mean she knows what the code name means or what his true appearance is like.

In her eyes, the one beside her was the real Koniak, while the white-haired one was a stranger who looked very much like Koniak.

"twin?"

He murmured softly.

Is Koniak planning this?

Chapter 524 Orphan? What a coincidence, me too.

As "Qingze" approached, Koniak's aura subsided somewhat. He stared at the person in front of him, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Vermouth? You think it's fun to dress up as me?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet basement garage.

Gin raised an eyebrow slightly.

Ai Haibara, huddled in the back seat, hugging her trembling body, raised her head slightly upon hearing this.

Koniak suspects that Qingze is Vermouth in disguise.

Too……

Upon suddenly encountering someone who looks remarkably like oneself, one would naturally suspect Vermouth.

Ai Haibara suppressed her fear and stared intently outside through the crack in the car window.

What exactly is the relationship between Qingze and Koniak?

How can we be at ease if we don't understand this point?

Several children were also staring intently at this side.

What are you saying?

There was no prior notice, no pre-set lines; everything was improvised.

"Qingze" frowned, his face a mixture of wariness and genuine confusion, as if he didn't understand what you were saying.

"They're quite good at pretending."

Koniak scoffed, and without warning, suddenly reached out and grabbed the other man's face.

"Qingze" reacted extremely quickly, grabbing his wrist with considerable force and holding the hand firmly in mid-air.

What do you want to do?

Seeing his hand being grabbed, Koniak raised an eyebrow slightly, flicked his wrist, and pulled his hand back.

He narrowed his eyes, his scarlet pupils filled with inquiry.

"You're not Vermouth?"

"Who is Vermouth?" the black-haired "Qingze" asked in return.

Koniak didn't answer, but just stared at him, his gaze sweeping over every detail of the other's face like a razor blade.

"Qingze" did the same, scrutinizing him closely.

The two people, one with black hair and the other with white hair, one with a peaceful demeanor and the other with extreme danger, were clearly very different, yet when they stood together, they shared an extreme similarity.

For a moment, silence fell over the room.

A moment later, "Qingze" took the initiative to speak and handed over a business card.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Qingze, and I'm an orphan. We look so alike, I suspect... there might be some connection between us."