Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

He closed his laptop and took out the disguise mask that he had asked Kidd to make last time.

These disguise masks were all disposable, but he had Kidd make quite a few at once.

After carefully putting on the disguise mask and making sure no one could tell anything was wrong, he changed into clothes he didn't usually wear and went to the underground garage. Instead of choosing his favorite Porsche, he chose an inconspicuous white car.

The car headlights pierced the darkness as it drove towards Beika Town.

Chapter 585 When did you start sneaking around?

On a winter night, the streets were deserted.

The streetlights stood alone by the roadside, casting circles of dim yellow light. The buildings on both sides had long since turned off their lights, and apart from those few streetlights, there was no other light.

A car stopped downstairs at the Mori Detective Agency. The window slowly rolled down a crack, and a gloved hand emerged from inside, holding a cigarette.

The person inside the car looked up, their gaze first falling on the upper floor of the Mouri Detective Agency, then slowly moving down, sweeping over the Poirot Cafe downstairs, and finally turning to the sushi restaurant next door.

Much of the information is already clear.

If Sherry shrunk, then Shinichi Kudo, who was initially given the drug by him, naturally also shrunk.

The shrunken detective takes refuge in Kogoro Mouri's house, and thus, the clumsy detective becomes the sleeping Kogoro.

Shuichi Akai appeared and stopped them from assassinating Kogoro Mouri, leaving a scar on his face.

Bourbon noticed something was wrong and came to the coffee shop.

Koniak noticed something amiss and approached Mauri Ran.

Rum noticed Koniak's unusual behavior and went to the sushi restaurant.

Unbeknownst to them, this Mori detective agency had become the center of the incident.

He sneered, stubbed out his cigarette, opened the car door, and got out.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the asphalt was very soft, but it was particularly clear in the empty street.

He crossed the street and entered the building housing the Mouri Detective Agency. A motion-sensor light in the hallway flickered on, illuminating a blond, dark-skinned face.

The door on the third floor of the firm opened silently. He stood in the living room for a while before walking towards one of the two bedrooms.

The door was locked from the inside, and he calmly took out the wire he had just used.

In the silence, the subtle metallic scraping sound was amplified countless times.

The person in the bedroom opened their eyes.

He didn't move, just lay there quietly, listening to the almost imperceptible sounds outside the door. The wire in the keyhole was probing, searching for the click.

He threw back the covers, his movements as light as a falling feather. His bare feet touched the floor without making a sound, and then he silently moved behind the door, standing close to the wall.

The people outside the door continued.

"Click".

The lock is open.

The doorknob turned slowly, and the door opened inward.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a narrow beam of light on the floor, illuminating the person at the door and the scene inside the bedroom.

The person entering the room looked down at the bed in the bedroom. The girl on the bed was sleeping soundly, curled up on one side of the narrow single bed. On the other side, the pillow was slightly sunken, as if someone had just gotten up.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

The next moment, a ghostly voice sounded in my ear, like the whisper of a demon.

"What do you want to do?"

A familiar figure appeared in the doorway, blocking the view into the room. His scarlet eyes shone like two points of light in the darkness, dangerous and terrifying.

The air seemed to freeze.

Moonlight spread across the ground, and as their eyes met, the only sounds in the air were the wind outside the window and a tense silence.

Gin remained silent.

His gaze fell on the bedside table—the pair of outdoor shoes, casually placed there.

Koniak appeared in the bedroom but didn't change his shoes in the entryway. In other words, he sneaked in.

"Do her parents know you're doing this so secretly?"

He spoke, his voice deep and resonant, a timbre characteristic of Gin, emanating from beneath Amuro Tooru's face, like a blade slowly drawn from its sheath.

This statement contains a lot of information and is also a kind of implicit threat.

Right next door is Ran's parents' bedroom, separated by only one wall. If she makes a move, she will wake them up.

And the girl in the bed—she was fast asleep, but any noise would wake her up.

Qingze chuckled softly, but the sound was exceptionally clear in the darkness.

"When did you start sneaking around like this?"

His gaze fell on Gin's face, his eyes slightly upturned. The moonlight couldn't penetrate his eyes, only revealing two points of scarlet light, like cigarette butts lit in the dark.

“Appearing here with Bourbon’s face,” he said, emphasizing each word, “what are you trying to do?”

A chilling aura emanated from the air, like the cold air seeping in through a crack in a door on a winter night. It was silent, yet it sent a chill down one's spine.

Gin's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the person in front of him who was a few centimeters shorter than him, and a rare look of resignation and exhaustion appeared in his eyes.

He was a full ten centimeters taller than Bourbon, so there was no way he could fake it standing here.

"Looking for you."

"Oh......"

Qingze looked at him.

Then he took a step forward.

Gin's entire body tensed instantly. His muscles contracted, his center of gravity shifted backward, and his hand gripped the Beretta's gun handle, ready to draw it at any moment.

But he didn't draw his gun; he simply stepped back.

One step. Two steps.

Qingze did nothing.

He reached out, grasped the doorknob, and gently closed the bedroom door.

Click—

The room fell silent again. Only the moonlight and the even breathing of the girl on the bed remained.

Ran Mouri opened her eyes and looked towards the doorway.

Outside the door, Qingze leaned against the door frame, the moonlight outlining his silhouette with a cold white edge.

He stood there barefoot, his posture as casual as if he were seeing a guest off in his own living room, rather than a flower thief sneaking in.

"Since you've found me, let's go."

Gin's gaze fell on his bare feet.

He said nothing. He turned and walked towards the door.

The door opened and closed again, making a very soft sound.

Qingze stood there for a while, and after confirming that the footsteps were coming downstairs, he turned around, pushed open the door, and went back into the bedroom.

Moonlight bathed the floor, and the person in bed had already sat up.

Ran Mouri was wrapped in the blanket, her black hair falling over her shoulders, her eyes shining in the darkness. She looked at him, her eyes filled with worry.

“Aze…”

"fine."

Qingze walked to the bedside and sat down, the mattress slightly sinking in. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

It was very light, like a feather brushing against you.

Ran Mouri grabbed his collar, then released him after a moment.

She didn't ask anything, but simply picked up the sweater from the bedside table and handed it to him. Then came the coat.

"It's cold outside," she said softly, "put on some clothes..."

Qingze took them. One by one, he slowly put them on. He pulled the sweater over his head, zipped up the coat, and moved unhurriedly.

He tied his shoelaces, stood up, and turned to look at her.

Ran Mouri was still sitting on the bed, wrapped in the blanket. The moonlight fell on her face, illuminating her eyes and the worry hidden in them.

Qingze bent down, reached out, and gently stroked her nose.

The tacit understanding between them speaks volumes; many things no longer need to be explained.

"Go back to sleep."

In the shadows at the stairwell, Gin leaned against the wall.

His figure was completely hidden in the darkness. He looked up at the building, his gaze deep and unsettling.

Not long after, soft footsteps came down from upstairs.

Chapter 586 Stabilizing Unstable Factors

The footsteps stopped on the first floor.

Qingze emerged from around the corner, the motion-sensor light above him illuminating him in a stark white light. His shadow stretched long behind him, extending into the darkness of the staircase.

The two people were a few steps apart.

One stands in the light, the other hides in the shadows.

Gin stared at him. Those eyes, looking down from the darkness, were like two unreflective knives.

"Are you dressed?"

Qingze glanced down at himself—sweater, coat, neatly tied shoelaces—all the necessary warm clothing was in place. He looked up, a slight, cold smile playing on his lips.

"I'm afraid of the cold."

Gin gave a cold laugh. The laugh shone through the darkness, like light reflecting off a blade, fleeting and ephemeral.

"You're afraid of the cold?" His voice was low, carrying an ambiguous meaning. "Aren't you afraid of nothing?"

Qingze didn't reply. He just looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

Gin took a step forward, stepping out of the shadows. Soft light fell on him, on Amuro Tooru's face.

The incongruity between that face and that figure became even more eerie in the night—as if someone had put a suitable mask on a completely unsuitable body.

"Rum is dead."

"Oh?" Qingze raised an eyebrow, his tone light and casual. "I saw someone being shot when I passed by this morning. It looked a lot like Rum. Was it really Rum? I thought it was just someone who looked like him, or a body double..."

Gin's eyes narrowed.

"You witnessed it?"

"I don't think so," Qingze shrugged. "I was just passing by, saw the police tape, and joined in the fun."

Gin's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Champagne is dead too."

Qingze's expression instantly turned serious.

"My expense report from the last mission hasn't come through yet!" He frowned, his tone clearly showing dissatisfaction. "And the mission payment hasn't arrived either!"

Gin looked at him.

His face was full of seriousness, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned, making him look like an ordinary worker who was owed wages.

"Ah……"

He almost burst out laughing.

Installed.