Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Then I'll go through the trouble of making this trip. I just happened to receive it—"

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable.

"—The mission is to bring you back."

Ai Haibara's heart sank slightly.

The organization's response was really quick.

She held her phone, looking out the window at the unfathomable darkness of the night.

Where the moonlight cannot penetrate, nothing can be seen.

“However,” she said, “I have conditions.”

Qingze paused for a moment.

Then he laughed, a laugh that carried a hint of amusement, a hint of surprise, and a hint of knowing "as expected."

“Shirley, Shirley,” he said slowly, his tone as if teasing a kitten that had finally shown its claws, “now you’re begging me to take you back, and you still want to negotiate with me?”

"It won't harm you."

Ai Haibara's voice was steady, each word clear and resolute, like a pebble dropped into still water, leaving him no room for rebuttal.

Chapter 562 Is it too late for him to resign now?

A black truck sped through the streets in the early morning, splashing up murky water as it churned up puddles.

In the driver's seat, Vodka held the steering wheel with one hand and a cigarette between his other. The smoke slowly rose in the enclosed car and was torn apart by the air conditioning vents.

His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, and his eyelids behind his sunglasses resembled those of a panda.

Gin, sitting in the passenger seat, wasn't in much better shape either. His already noticeable dark circles under his eyes were now even more pronounced, as if he had been punched twice.

He never stopped smoking, the ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts, and there were several empty energy drink bottles next to him.

At the back of the carriage lived a family of five.

They were bound hand and foot, gagged, and left haphazardly in the carriage.

The effects of the anesthetic hadn't worn off yet, and they lay there crookedly, swaying slightly with the bumps of the vehicle, like five pieces of cargo waiting to be stored.

Vodka yawned, and tears almost welled up in his eyes.

"Big brother, I'm going to die..."

Vodka felt like he was about to die suddenly at his job.

Gin didn't say anything; he was the one who should have said it.

He's even more potent than vodka.

He took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled, relying entirely on the cigarette to stay awake.

"Coming."

He turned on the news broadcast and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.

After listening to a series of uninformative news reports, one news item made him suddenly open his eyes.

Suicide...woman...unregistered handgun...

Could it be Fryward?

Vodka also heard the news and looked over in surprise. "An unregistered handgun, a woman who committed suicide with a gun? This case... could it be about Fred?"

Just a few days ago, this woman asked him for information about Ran Mouri. At that time, he felt that she was not far from death. Now, looking at her again, she is indeed dead.

"Most likely." Gin sneered.

I've reminded her several times already; a woman who's courting death is beyond saving.

Vodka silently mourned for yet another colleague who had died at the hands of Koniak.

He counted the remaining codenamed personnel in the organization in Tokyo and suddenly felt like crying.

Why are there so few people?!

Now one person is doing the work of two, will one person have to do the work of three in the future?

No!

Is it too late for him to resign now?

He seemed utterly devastated, his whole body slumped. "Big brother, are we going to have to keep arresting people tomorrow?"

If he continued, he felt that he wouldn't need to wait for anyone to kill or arrest him; he would just die suddenly.

"We've been to seven different locations and arrested ten groups of people... Are we going to become professional human traffickers...?"

He complained dejectedly, feeling as if his soul was trapped in his mouth, ready to drift away at any moment.

Working non-stop for three days, with only six or seven hours of rest in between, is that something a human can do?

He could barely distinguish between day and night, and felt like he was seeing stars. He was worried he might get into a traffic accident and die there.

At that time, a piece of news will probably circulate within the organization:

Shocking! The organization's top driver died in a car accident!

Just think, his lifelong reputation has been completely ruined.

Gin didn't respond and had no idea what was going on in Vodka's mind.

He checked the route; ten kilometers ahead lay the area of ​​the experimental base.

Since the night Koniak left, they have arrested ten groups of people.

Ten groups of people, including one family of three and one family of five, with a minimum of 30 people.

With so many test subjects, even if we feed them three a day, it would be enough for ten days.

There were no suitable targets nearby, and any further action would definitely attract the attention and vigilance of the police.

We can stop for now and wait for progress from the lab.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and called the base to prepare for takeover.

After he finished, he said a few words that moved people to tears.

"After this trip, take a break."

When Vodka heard the word "rest," he felt like he was coming back to life.

He mustered his last bit of strength and drove the truck steadily into the base gate.

Handover. Going through the procedures.

After everything was done, he leaned against the car door, so sleepy he could barely stand.

"Go and rest." Gin waved his hand.

The hem of his trench coat drew a sharp arc in the air as he turned and stepped into the research institute.

He needs to review the experimental data before he can rest assured.

The pale white light shone down in the corridor, and footsteps echoed in the empty passageway.

He walked through door after door, finally stopping in front of the main control room in the experimental area.

The door slid open, and a wave of heat mixed with disinfectant and some other, more pungent smell rushed out.

Several researchers in white lab coats moved around the control panel, and the data on the screen kept changing.

Behind a one-way glass wall next to them were three dead bodies, and the researchers were quickly recording data.

Fiano stood in front of the largest display screen, and when he heard the noise, he turned his head to look.

Upon recognizing Gin, he nodded slightly as a greeting.

Gin glanced at the glass wall, showing no reaction to the corpse inside, then locked his gaze on Fiano and asked directly:

"How did the experiment go?"

Fiano pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the fluctuating data.

"Last night, there was one case of successful regression to the juvenile stage."

Gin's pupils contracted slightly.

“But the stability window is extremely short,” Fiano continued, his tone as if stating a regrettable experimental result, “A few minutes later, the body completely collapses, and death occurs.”

"Infancy."

Gin repeated those three words, and something lit up in his eyes.

It was a light that was almost exhilarating, and the fatigue of the past few days was greatly relieved in that instant.

His guess was correct.

Shirley must have regressed to infancy.

She is the most successful example!

“Shirley, oh Shirley,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, yet carrying a hunter’s cold certainty, “where are you hiding…”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than an unpleasant voice came from behind, accompanied by the sound of leisurely footsteps.

"It's here."

Gin turned around.

Qingze stood at the laboratory door.

His white hair stood out starkly under the pale light. He was dressed in loose-fitting pajamas and even wearing slippers, exuding an air of languidness as if he had just gotten out of bed.

In his hand, he was carrying a brown-haired child wearing pajamas.

It's like holding a cat by the scruff of its neck, controlling its fate.

His fingers hooked around the back of the other person's collar, the small body dangling in mid-air, limbs hanging limply, powerless to resist.

Ai Haibara raised her head.

A piece of clear tape covered her mouth, sealing off all words. Only her eyes remained alive, like two frozen embers, staring intently at everyone before her.

Gin's gaze fell on her face.

one second.

two seconds.

Then he laughed.

The smile was cold, spreading little by little from the corner of his mouth, finally settling into the satisfied arc of a hunter finally seeing his prey fall into the net.

"...Shirley, it's been a long time."

Chapter 563 Gin, You're Such a Pervert

Ai Haibara did not respond.

She couldn't respond either.

The anger in those eyes burned even brighter.

Qingze yawned, glanced at Gin, then at Sherry in his hand, and said in a teasing tone:

"Gin, your tone is weird and perverted, like you're flirting with someone. You wouldn't happen to be a pedophile, would you?"

Gin: "......"

He'll smash that mouth of his sooner or later!

He took a deep breath, ignoring the trash talk, and focused his gaze on Qingze.

To be precise, it landed on his pajamas and slippers.

It's quite rare to see someone emerge directly from bed like that.

Gin narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a soft, ambiguous snort:

"Wow, that's really rare."