Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

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“The boss has ordered,” he said, his voice turning cold as he suppressed the barely contained sarcasm, “that all personnel overseas be recalled.”

Qingze raised an eyebrow.

The serious expression on his face vanished instantly, as if a switch had been flipped, replaced by an amused smile, as if he had heard some interesting news.

"All of them?"

"What," Gin stared at him, his gaze sharp as a knife, "you want to kill them all?"

Qingze looked at him, his expression instantly becoming righteous and indignant.

"What are you talking about?" He leaned forward slightly, his tone carrying a hint of grievance at being wrongly accused. "How could I have such thoughts?"

Gin didn't reply. He just stared at him, his gaze as deep and unfathomable as a well.

Those eyes conveyed four words: I don't believe you.

“Koniak,” he began slowly, his voice lower than usual, “do you know what you’re doing?”

The two people stared at each other.

Something in the air is slowly fermenting.

Qingze met his gaze.

Those scarlet eyes shone eerily under the light, like two burning embers. He looked at Gin, at that face that wasn't his, at those eyes that tried to see right through him.

Then he laughed.

The laughter was short and soft, like a fallen leaf brushing the ground.

“Of course I know what I’m doing,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “But you—”

He took a step closer, his scarlet eyes surging with undisguised murderous intent.

"But you, coming here so late at night," he said, emphasizing each word, "what do you want?"

Gin was not refunded.

He stood there, meeting that gaze and that murderous intent.

"Boss's orders: Eliminate the threat, bring the situation under control. And—"

He paused for a moment.

"To stabilize unstable factors."

Who that "unstable factor" refers to is obvious. And how to "become stable" is also self-evident.

Qingze looked at him.

Gin met his gaze, his expression remaining unchanged.

After piecing everything together, he could no longer be sure whether this person's weakness was a genuine weakness or a deliberately feigned one.

love?

Does anyone actually believe in this kind of thing?

Qingze stared at him for a few seconds.

"You should know that I hate this kind of thing."

“This is the BOSS’s order,” Gin said. His face, which didn’t belong to him, remained completely expressionless.

Qingze revealed a smile, a smile that, under the cold white light, possessed a gentle quality, yet carried an extremely dangerous killing intent.

"What if I say I refuse?"

Gin lowered his eyes slightly, not surprised by the answer.

"That's your problem. I've already carried it out, and if it fails, I won't interfere anymore."

Qingze continued walking down.

Step by step, the boots clattered on the stairs, making a slow, deliberate sound.

He approached the person hidden in the shadows at the bottom of the stairs step by step, getting closer and closer until they were only an arm's length apart.

He stopped and looked down at Gin.

"Oh? You don't care?"

His tone was slightly playful.

Are you really not going to care?

Gin didn't speak. He just looked at him.

Qingze tilted his head, and the gentle smile on his lips deepened.

“Gin, oh Gin,” his voice suddenly softened, as soft as a whisper, yet every word was terrifyingly clear, “You are afraid.”

Gin's eyes flickered slightly.

"So, you don't need to show your true face."

Qingze leaned forward, his scarlet eyes staring straight at him, as if trying to see beneath the disguise.

"What you call 'stabilizing unstable factors'—is just your attempt. Not yours, sir."

"You're testing me." He paused, and the true meaning finally came to the curve of his lips. "Testing whether you still have a chance of winning."

Gin is a smart man.

He was perceptive and possessed an irrational intuition.

In particular, he knows himself very well.

Qingze stopped pretending, or rather, there was no need for him to pretend anymore.

Gin only has two choices today: either die here or cooperate with him.

Gin looked at him.

On that face that didn't belong to him, the expression remained unchanged. But in those eyes, something was silently churning.

A thin line stretched between the two of them, stretched to its limit.

"Why?" For the first time, deep confusion appeared in Gin's eyes.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't murderous intent, it was genuine, pure bewilderment.

Given Koniak's current status, no one dares to touch him anymore. Even the boss has to consider the pros and cons before ordering him around and won't give orders lightly.

He could replace himself at any time, if he wanted to.

Moreover, the organization's logistics, medical care, intelligence, and resources are all indispensable to people like them.

And that medicine.

Visible progress is on the horizon, and it won't be long before we achieve gratifying results.

These are all immediate benefits.

Past suffering is in the past; people should look forward and focus on what is beneficial.

Koniac was definitely not someone who would be trapped in the past.

Therefore, he was puzzled.

Chapter 587 Brandy Eight Years Old

Qingze chuckled but did not answer the question.

The laughter echoed softly in the empty hallway, and the motion sensor light flickered, as if startled by the laughter.

His gaze fell on Gin's face, filled with pity.

"You think you have a share of what you want?"

Gin's expression instantly turned cold. The muscles on that face that didn't belong to him tensed slightly, and his eyes were like icy blades.

What do you mean?

Qingze did not answer immediately.

He simply looked at Gin, at the vigilance and murderous intent surging in Gin's eyes beneath Amuro Tooru's face.

Then he reached out and patted Gin on the shoulder.

"Come on, my dear Gin, the time has come to reveal the truth."

After saying that, he walked straight past Gin.

The boots made a slow, deliberate sound as they stepped on the stairs.

Level by level, it fell back to the ground from the height.

Gin looked at him.

I watched him walk to the only car parked on the side of the road, open the door, and get into the passenger seat.

He stood still, taking a deep breath. The cold wind filled his lungs, suppressing the surging restlessness in his chest. Then he strode forward and got into the driver's seat.

The car door closed. In the enclosed space, the two people's breathing could be clearly heard.

Qingze yawned.

He rested his elbow on the car window, propped his cheek with one hand, and looked as relaxed as if he were taking a nap in his own car.

“You should know where I live in Beika Town,” he said, glancing at Gin. “Do you need me to give you directions?”

He never hid in that residence; there's no way Gin couldn't have found it.

Gin silently started the car without answering.

The engine hummed softly, and the headlights pierced the darkness. The car slowly pulled away from the roadside.

"You retrieved two APTX4869s a few months ago," Gin suddenly spoke, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "Did you know that then? Or even earlier?"

Before coming, he retrieved all of Koniak's resource usage records within the organization over the past year. The two pills were retrieved precisely after Shinichi Kudo appeared.

At that time, Koniak disguised himself as Kyoto and put on a good show, confronting the so-called Japanese Public Security "Tengu".

Looking back now, there's probably something deeper hidden in that incident. He probed into Shinichi Kudo's identity and confirmed the high school student's shrunk form. Then, he took two APTX4869 pills.

He approached Ran Mouri because he noticed something unusual about Kogoro Mouri. Everything that followed followed that lead.

He approached Ran Mouri proactively. His motives were impure.

Given this, it's hard to say whether the feelings are pure or not.

Perhaps it's just something placed in the open to mislead people, a target to reassure the organization.

"Know what?" Qingze tilted his head, his tone innocent.

Gin gave a cold laugh.

"A question you already know the answer to."

Qingze shrugged.

"If I had known earlier, I would have killed Shirley long ago. We have a deep-seated hatred for each other."

Gin remained noncommittal.

Deep-seated hatred? Could it be stronger than Fiano?

Fiano is still alive and well, isn't he?

They simply have a deeper scheme, so they are holding back their intentions.

He had his suspicions about Koniak when those things happened—the previous exposure of the organization, the raid on the organization's base, and so on.

But that was just a gut feeling, unproven, and Koniak seemed perfectly innocent. Reporting it would only cause him trouble, so he chose to turn a blind eye.

But now—

Rum is dead. Champagne is dead.

The situation has become so serious that we can no longer turn a blind eye.

How much preparation did Koniak actually make?