Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"What's so special about that? Haven't you ever seen cows or horses wearing pajamas before?"

Qingze yawned again, two physiological tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He casually tossed Shirley to the ground and began to complain with a disgruntled expression:

"I was sleeping soundly when an urgent task woke me up, and I had to get it done within three hours. I hadn't even changed out of my pajamas..."

Ai Haibara fell hard on her bottom.

She sat on the ground with her head down and expressionless, listening to his complaints.

Pajamas? Ha, he wore them on purpose.

Not only was Koniak's outfit intentionally worn, but her pajamas were also intentionally worn.

The purpose was to create the illusion of being caught off guard and captured without any preparation.

This person makes absolutely no mistakes in these details.

The thought of the organization being targeted by such a cunning and terrifying avenger suddenly made her feel that this den of dragons and tigers wasn't so dangerous after all.

Gin frowned. "You found Sherry in just three hours?"

Is Shirley so easy to find?

Qingze shrugged. "How could that be? The mission gave me the photo and address information. I'm just going to catch someone."

Gin's gaze fell on Ai Haibara, but his eyes pierced through her, landing on something much further away.

Photo. Address. Information.

It's all given in the task description.

So, after realizing that drug A could cause people to regress to infancy, did Mr. [Name] directly target Sherry?

This is how it looks from a timeline perspective.

But how did he lock onto it?

In a vast sea of ​​people, with tens of millions of people, how was she located so precisely?

Is it relying on Vermouth's cross-age recognition system? But that system doesn't seem to have location tracking capabilities...

Or something else?

Gin narrowed his eyes, keeping a watchful eye on things.

He took two steps to Ai Haibara's side and looked down at the drastically changed traitor.

She had short, brown hair, a small body, and was sitting on the floor in ill-fitting pajamas, looking up at him.

That face displayed a complex mix of fear, hatred, anger, and despair.

"Shirley."

Gin's voice was slow and leisurely, savoring the fear of his prey, his tone filled with undisguised excitement.

"I never expected you to be like this now."

Ai Haibara didn't speak. She couldn't speak either.

Her gaze pierced him directly; fear was buried beneath, and what floated on the surface was a burning anger and stubbornness, as if to say:

Kill me or torture me, it's up to you, stop wasting your breath.

Gin crouched down, his long hair hanging down, gleaming coldly in the pale light.

He extended a finger, lifted her face, and turned it from side to side, as if examining the quality of an object.

"I never expected this. Not only did you not die, but you also turned into this. Rejuvenation—the organization's ultimate dream—has actually been realized in you first."

Qingze rubbed his goosebumps in a mock manner, "Hey, Gin, you're a bit of a pervert."

Gin didn't even look up, continuing to stare at Sherry, his trash talk automatically filtered out.

Ai Haibara, barefoot, stepped onto the cold floor, trying to back away and break free from the restraint.

Gin released her hand, stood up, and looked down at her with a cold smile.

"Tell me, as a successful example, how would the gentleman treat you?"

Ai Haibara's eyelashes trembled violently.

The tremor was so obvious, it felt like being struck by an electric current, or like being doused with a bucket of ice water.

All the indifference, anger, and stubbornness were pierced in that instant by something deeper and colder.

Her fists, hanging at her sides, were already clenched.

My fingernails dug into my palm, leaving white marks.

"You won't die. At least not for now."

Gin turned around and gestured with his chin toward Fiano:

"Take her away. A full checkup. I need to know the details of every single data point on her body."

Before he could finish speaking, another voice lazily interrupted.

"Hey, Gin, don't overstep your bounds."

Qingze took a step and slowly blocked Gin's path.

His chin was slightly raised, and a half-smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"I have already consulted the boss about how to deal with her."

He paused, then said, "The boss's order is—let her continue her research. Use herself as a sample."

Gin's eyes narrowed.

"How can you be sure she'll cooperate?" His voice was cold, with a hint of scrutiny.

“Continue the research—there are plenty of ways to render an experiment useless, such as slacking off or maliciously tampering with data.”

The reason she was locked in the gas chamber was because she was slacking off.

"Isn't that simple?"

Qingze seemed to have been waiting for this question. His hand had somehow slipped into his pocket, and when he pulled it out, there was a photograph between two fingers.

He shook it gently, as if displaying a trophy.

Ai Haibara's gaze fell on the photograph—

The Junior Detective League.

Several children stood in the sunlight, laughing carefree. At the far end, Professor Agasa squinted, his chubby face full of kindness.

Her breath stopped for a moment.

A cruel smile crept across Qingze's lips, a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

"If she doesn't cooperate, then kill one of them right in front of her."

He paused, looked at Shirley, and smiled.

“If she doesn’t cooperate in two days, I’ll kill two of them.” His smile widened. “I’ll keep killing until she cooperates.”

He stroked the photo in his hand, his expression wistful. "People with ties are the easiest to control. Aren't they?"

Ai Haibara's face drained of all color in an instant.

Her pupils contracted violently, contracted, contracted to the size of a pinhead.

fear.

An overwhelming fear surged from all directions, engulfing her completely.

Her fingers began to tremble.

It starts at the fingertips, spreads to the wrists, to the arms, and to the whole body.

Then she moved.

She ripped the tape off her mouth, her eyes burning with an almost insane light.

"No! Don't! Don't touch them!"

She pulled out a pencil from somewhere, pressed the tip against her carotid artery, and the sharp lead pierced her skin, drawing out a drop of bright red blood.

"I'll cooperate with you!"

Her voice trembled, but every word was clear.

"I will study it, I will record it, and I will give you all the data. I will do whatever you ask me to do."

Her gaze swept across Gin's face, then across Aozawa's, and finally settled on the photograph.

"but--"

Her voice suddenly became very soft.

Light as a falling leaf, like a wisp of smoke about to dissipate.

"If you touch them."

She tightened her grip on the pen, and the pen tip pierced in a little further.

Blood beads slid down his neck, leaving a shocking red mark on his pale skin.

"I'll die right now!"

Chapter 564 Why am I having insomnia?

Looking at Shirley's resolute expression, Qingze's lips curled into a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.

Who would have thought that Sulli could have such acting skills?

No, it's probably not acting; it's a genuine expression of emotion.

She truly cared deeply about those people. So much so that she was willing to risk her own life for their safety.

“Oh dear,” he drawled, his tone a mix of admiration and mockery, “such a resolute will? But—”

Before she could finish speaking, Ai Haibara felt a blur before her eyes and her wrist went empty.

The pencil that was pressed against the carotid artery had somehow ended up in Qingze's hands.

She didn't even see how he moved before the tool she used to threaten him disappeared.

Ai Haibara felt a chill run through her heart.

Koniak's skills were beyond the realm of human ability.

At least when Gin made his move, she could see how he did it.

Qingze twirled the pencil, his scarlet eyes looking down at her with an indifferent gaze, as if he were looking at an object whose life and death were out of his control.

He continued speaking, each word like it had been pulled from an ice cellar, carrying a chilling coldness.

"Once you're on the organization's territory, do you think you can just die whenever you want?"

He raised his hand.

The pencil traced a parabola in mid-air and landed precisely in the trash can.

Qingze withdrew his gaze, turned to Fiano, and yawned.

That lazy demeanor returned, as if the chill of that moment had never existed.

“Take him away.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Full check. Then let our researchers—get to work.”

Ai Haibara stood still.

The bloodstain on her neck was still oozing blood, and a drop of bright red blood slid down her skin and disappeared into the neckline of her pajamas.

Two researchers stood in front of her, one on the left and one on the right, blocking all her way out.

One of them gestured to her, a gesture that was so standard it could even be described as polite.

Ai Haibara did not move.

Neither of the two researchers moved.

The hall was quiet.

Researchers in white lab coats, security guards in black uniforms, Koniak, Gin, Fiano... all eyes were on her, waiting for her reaction.