Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Last night, after leaving Agasa's house, he didn't sleep. He hid in the shadows and watched as Koniak drove up, entered the house, and took the man away.

At the same time, the bugging device also picked up the conversation between Koniak and Sherry as they changed into their pajamas.

He was also certain that Koniak did indeed have his own agenda.

This is someone who can be turned against, or even cooperated with.

"How exactly did the organization discover her?" Conan frowned, completely baffled.

Logically speaking, after the train incident, Sherry should have been considered "dead" by the organization.

But how did the organization notice Shirley again and even target her directly?

Why? On what grounds?

Yusaku Kudo rested one hand on his chin and gently stroked it.

"Koniak said that the organization is conducting human experiments on Aptx4869, during which physical degeneration has occurred. Presumably... that's how they identified her."

There are probably many intricacies involved, but Koniak didn't reveal them, Haibara had no way of knowing, and they had even less of a way of knowing.

Human experimentation.

Conan's pupils contracted slightly.

Human experimentation?!

His voice suddenly rose in pitch, then abruptly stopped.

"What exactly are they trying to do?!"

Chapter 567 She is truly exceptionally beautiful

Human experimentation...body degeneration...

These words were like nails, hammering into Conan's brain one by one.

He had always thought he had been given poison, but he survived by accidentally shrinking his body.

Furthermore, Haibara subtly mentioned poison, saying that he would die if discovered, so he subconsciously took APTX4869 as poison without thinking too deeply about it.

He was shocked to realize that this was not poison at all!

"What are they trying to do?" His voice was strained, as if something was choking him. "Build a time machine? Or do they want to be God?"

Subaru Okiya remained silent.

Yusaku Kudo didn't have it either.

The silence spread like water, making it hard to breathe.

Conan lowered his head, staring at his hands clutching the blanket. His hands were small, unlike those of a high school student.

He looks in the mirror every day, staring at that unfamiliar face, and has gradually gotten used to it.

But at this moment, he truly realized what these hands meant.

It wasn't an accident.

He is the result.

It is a "success story" based on certain experimental data.

A chill crept up his spine, making him want to shiver.

“Haibara…” Conan paused, his Adam’s apple bobbing, “Does she know?”

Know what the organization really wants.

She knew what the drugs she developed herself were used for.

Knowing why you must escape.

“Of course she knows,” Yukiko said softly, a hint of reluctance in her voice. “That’s why she’s so afraid of being caught.”

Conan closed his eyes.

The image of Haibara's always indifferent face and her eyes, which always seemed to hold something, flashed through my mind.

He knew she was hiding a lot of things, and she never brought up anything about the organization, which led to such a huge misunderstanding.

It turns out that what he was trying to avoid was not the organization discovering that Shinichi Kudo hadn't died, but rather the organization knowing that he had shrunk and survived.

Subaru Okiya leaned against the wall, quietly watching him:

"Kudo. You should know what it means that you took that pill and survived."

Conan opened his eyes.

He knew.

He knew it all too well.

This means that his current body is exactly what the organization has been dreaming of.

This means that from now on, he will no longer be just an "insider who is being hunted down".

He was the prey.

The most valuable kind.

The organization might even turn its attention back to him and reinvestigate why he didn't die after taking the medication.

It's only a matter of time before Conan Edogawa's true identity is exposed.

What should I do?

Should they turn to official organizations? Once drugs that can reverse aging are exposed, the first to target them will be official organizations.

This is a secret that absolutely must not be revealed to anyone other than those present!

“Someone’s coming,” Subaru Okiya suddenly said.

His voice was very soft, yet it made the air in the room pause for a moment.

He stood up, adjusted his glasses, and in an instant, all the sharpness on his face disappeared, making him as gentle as an ordinary graduate student.

All eyes turned to the doorway.

Three seconds later, there was a knock on the door.

Subaru Okiya opened the door.

Ran Mouri stood outside the door, holding Aozawa's hand. She paused slightly when she saw him, then smiled.

“Mr. Okiya, you’re here too.”

"Mr. Michiya, Aunt Fumiyo..."

She pulled Qingze in, greeted everyone, and finally stopped on Conan, who was lying on the hospital bed.

Conan had been watching them ever since they entered.

To be precise, look at their hands clasped together.

The two hands were clasped together, as naturally as if they were meant to be together.

He stared at it for a second, then two seconds, and then forced himself to look away.

It has been accepted.

Really.

But the spot on my chest still felt like it had been pressed hard with a finger.

Qingze greeted the people in the ward and placed the fruit he had brought on the table.

His gaze swept over Conan, whose face was somewhat pale, and the blanket beside him had obvious wrinkles, as if it had been gripped for a long time.

Before I came here, they must have been talking about what happened last night.

He withdrew his gaze, like someone who had accompanied him on a visit, and said nothing more.

"Ran-neechan, what brings you here?" Conan forced a smile.

Ran Mouri walked to the bedside and bent down to look at him.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and a layer of worry appeared in her eyes.

"Come see you, how's your recovery going? You look so pale."

"I'm fine, I've almost fully recovered, and I should be able to be discharged soon..." Conan shook his head, trying to appear nonchalant.

Whether it's Ai Haibara's matter or his matter, it has nothing to do with Ran. There's no need to let her know or involve her.

Ran Mouri didn't press further. "That's good. You've been in the hospital for so long. Let me know when you're ready to be discharged, and we'll come pick you up and celebrate..."

Qingze stood beside Ran Mouri, affectionately reaching out to stroke her soft hair, and said to the person on the hospital bed, "You must get well soon, Ran is really worried about you..."

Conan watched as the hand that touched Ran's hair was lowered, and he looked away.

Yukiko Kudo sensed that the atmosphere was a bit off, so she broke off a banana and handed it to him to change the subject.

"Xiao Lan, I heard you went to film a movie. How's it going?"

Aozawa peeled the banana and naturally offered it to Ran Mouri's mouth.

Ran Mouri opened her mouth and took a bite, her movements practiced. As she chewed, her eyes crinkled, and suddenly, as if remembering something, a thin blush rose to her cheeks.

"It felt pretty good," she said, pursing her lips a little shyly. "I've discovered that I actually quite enjoy the feeling of portraying a character..."

She paused, and her ears turned a little pink.

"The director praised me for being talented and gifted, like Yukiko Koike..."

Yukiko paused for a moment.

Like her in the past?

Those years under the spotlight suddenly resurfaced from the depths of my memory—the stage, the camera, the applause, and that spirited version of myself.

A hint of disbelief flashed in her eyes, as if she were looking at another person across time.

It was just a fleeting moment.

A smile returned to her face, gentle as if nothing had happened.

“That’s good,” she said softly, “If you like it, then go for it…”

"I also support Lan."

Qingze responded naturally and then offered the banana to Maoli Ran's mouth.

He looked at her with a smile, his expression serious and focused, as if his eyes only held her.

"She looks absolutely stunning, so radiant."

Conan lowered his head.

The blanket was gripped tightly again.

Ran Mouri took a bite of her banana, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Conan, who was lying on the hospital bed with his head down, and then at Aozawa, who was smiling broadly beside her.

She strongly suspected that this guy was just dragging her along to provoke her.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Qingze took his leave.

"We're leaving now."

Soon, the two figures disappeared from the ward.

Conan stared blankly at their departing figures.

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Aoze and Ran Mouri arrived suddenly and left quickly.

It's like I just remembered, came over to take a look, made sure everyone was alright, and then left with peace of mind.

They didn't linger for even a second, nor did they ask a single question, as if they were just passing by.

The door closed gently.

The ward fell silent.