Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The running figure stumbled forward and fell into the alley, never to move again.

Qingze hung up the phone and turned to go downstairs.

In the alley, Gin stood beside the corpse, the muzzle of his gun still emitting wisps of smoke.

He put away his gun, squatted down, took a small device out of his pocket, and stuffed it into the corpse's clothes.

The two did not exchange a word. Qingze turned and walked out, with Gin following behind him.

After walking twenty meters, I heard a muffled thud behind me.

The firelight flashed in the alley, quickly swallowed by the night.

Inside a 24-hour internet cafe.

Gin, wearing Amuro Tooru's face, went inside and found a young man wearing headphones in a corner private room.

The man was staring at the screen, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, venting his dissatisfaction on the organization's forum about being owed wages for several days, and trying to stir up trouble by asking if something had happened to the organization.

Gin stood behind him for three seconds.

The man sensed something and suddenly turned around—

A muffled thud, now fitted with a silencer, was heard, followed by a splatter of blood.

Gin sheathed his gun, restarted the internet cafe computer, cleared the records, then took the man's phone and wallet from his pocket and turned to leave.

Five o'clock in the morning.

Gin parked his car on the side of the road; two hundred meters away was a warehouse.

"These four people conspired to secretly resell the organization's supplies."

Qingze glanced at the documents, showing little interest.

"They're all small fry, can't we get some important people?"

Gin looked at him expressionlessly.

How many important figures does the organization still have that it can kill under the pretext of stabilizing the situation?

Qingze pouted and pushed open the car door.

Five minutes.

Qingze walked into the night.

Five minutes later, he came out carrying a fuel tank.

He tossed the gas tank into the warehouse entrance, pulled out a lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and flicked the butt at the pool of gasoline.

The moment the flames shot up, he turned and walked back.

An explosion came from behind him, and flames shot into the sky, illuminating half of his face.

He opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and yawned.

That's enough for today.

Qingze leaned into the passenger seat, his tone tinged with a listless languor.

"Too capable, there will only be endless work..."

Eliminating potential hazards is fine as long as it looks decent on the surface. Just a token gesture, that's enough.

Gin started the car. The windows slowly rolled up, shutting out the biting cold wind outside, and the low hum of the engine sounded particularly clear in the night.

The car drove away from the still-burning flames.

The large ship with a hole is leaking water.

He stood on the deck, watching silently. He made no attempt to salvage the situation, instead letting the tear widen further.

Chapter 590 This is a golden opportunity

[Last night, a fire and explosion occurred at a warehouse in Chiyoda 3-chome, Tokyo, resulting in four deaths...]

Conan sat on the sofa, watching the morning news on TV.

In the footage, firefighters are spraying water onto the rubble, and thick black smoke is still billowing upwards.

There have been quite a few news reports lately, including car accidents, disappearances, shootings, and explosions...

The oppressive feeling of an impending storm seeped out from the smallest details of the news report.

He couldn't see the whole picture, but even these snippets of news made people realize the impending crisis.

He stood up and walked to the window. Outside was a quiet residential area, with the distant mountain shadows appearing and disappearing in the gray sky.

This is the outskirts of Tokyo. Besides him, his parents, Professor Agasa, Shuichi Akai, and Sera Mary are also here.

Beika Town is currently unsafe, but to travel abroad legally, you need a passport and visa.

Conan Edogawa's identity prevents him from obtaining a visa, and Shinichi Kudo's information has been recorded as dead, making it impossible for him to reappear.

Hiding is currently the best option.

"Shin-chan".

Yukiko's voice came from behind, "Breakfast is ready."

Conan turned around. A simple breakfast was already laid out on the table, and Yusaku Kudo sat to the side, holding today's newspaper.

Professor Agasa sat opposite him, eating a fried egg with a worried expression on his face, unable to taste the food.

Shuichi Akai leaned against the wall, holding a cup of coffee. Sera Mary sat in a chair in the corner, her expression indifferent.

Conan walked over and sat down.

"Have you found anything about Wakasa-sensei's matter?"

He looked at Shuichi Akai. After parting ways with those children last night, he told him everything he knew, including the Gate of Heaven, Rumi Wakasa's unusual behavior, and the figure on the rooftop that had been bothering him.

Shuichi Akai put down his coffee cup and nodded.

“I checked her information overnight.” His tone was flat. “Wakasa Rumi started teaching at Teitan Elementary School a few months ago. All the information and resume were fabricated—the only thing that might have some credibility was her age.”

He paused.

"Her household registration information shows that she is over forty years old. She doesn't look that old in person, but she is certainly not young either."

Dr. Agasa frowned: "A forgery? Then who exactly is she?"

Yusaku Kudo put down the newspaper.

“I have a guess,” he said, his gaze falling on Conan. “Do you remember the Koji Haneda case?”

Conan nodded.

That was a cold case from seventeen years ago. A shogi player named Koji Haneda and a wealthy woman named Amanda Hughes died in a hotel in America. The case remains unsolved to this day, with only a few scattered clues circulating in the shadows.

“I investigated that case privately for a long time.” Kudo Yusaku’s voice was calm. “There was a person at the scene—Amanda’s adopted daughter, who was also Haneda Koji’s lover. A woman named ‘Asaka’. She disappeared after the incident.”

Sera Mary looked up.

"Asaka?"

“Yes.” Kudo Yusaku paused. “According to the information I found, Asaka’s figure and age match Wakasa Rumi’s very well.”

He looked at Conan, his gaze carrying something deeper.

"Moreover, that case was orchestrated by the organization. I also traced Karasuma Renya's information through that case."

Conan paused for a moment.

“I contacted Superintendent Kuroda last night,” Yusaku Kudo continued. “He was involved in this case back then. From him, I learned some more specific information—”

He paused.

"Asaka was the one he took away back then, and the one who did it was Rum."

Conan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Rum?

“There’s a very high chance that Wakasa Rumi is Asaka.” Kudo Yusaku looked at him. “It’s no coincidence that she came to Teitan Elementary School and became your assistant homeroom teacher. She probably sensed something was wrong and deliberately came to approach and observe you.”

Conan lowered his eyes.

He recalled those careless days, those moments that left too many traces. The Junior Detective Club was too conspicuous, and so was he...

He lowered his head and did not reply.

Shuichi Akai nodded slightly.

“Then she has a reason to kill Wakita Kanenori.” His voice was calm. “Revenge.”

Conan looked up.

“Kaneyuki Wakita is a member of the organization,” he asked. “Can you confirm his specific role within the organization?”

Kudo Yusaku was silent for two seconds.

Then he said a name.

"Rum".

Shuichi Akai picked up where he left off, his tone as calm as if he were describing the weather.

"The organization's second-in-command. His defining characteristic is—one eye."

The room fell silent for a moment.

One-eyed.

Conan's mind flashed back to that alley, that figure lying in a pool of blood, and that bullet that pierced his left eye.

Second-in-command.

The organization's number two.

He just died like that?

He recalled his long investigation of the organization, the covert maneuvers, and the perilous moments. He had imagined countless times what it would be like to confront them head-on, but he never expected it to be like this.

A man even more powerful than Gin, serving as the second-in-command, died at the hands of an elementary school teacher he knew. He died in an alley, from a single bullet.

He knew nothing about it.

He just sat here afterwards, listening to others tell him: that sushi chef you met was your enemy.

Conan stared at the cup on the coffee table, and suddenly had an indescribable feeling.

It wasn't relief. It wasn't happiness.

It's a kind of absurd sense of unreality.

It's like something you've been chasing after with great effort for so long, only to have it casually crushed by someone else. Not only did you not see how it broke, but you didn't even realize it was what you'd been chasing all along until after it was destroyed.

It's the kind of situation where you fight a hard-won enemy and they die right before your eyes, and you not only know nothing about it, but you only realize they were your enemy afterward through others.

"With Rum dead, that organization is bound to fall into chaos."

Sera Mary's voice was soft, but her eyes flashed with a sharp glint, like the moment a blade is drawn from its sheath.

The second-in-command is no ordinary person. There will inevitably be internal turmoil within the organization. If this opportunity isn't seized, there won't be any others.

"really."

Shuichi Akai spoke in a deep voice, his eyes equally sharp and striking.

He leaned against the window, the sunlight streaming in and casting distinct shadows on his face.

Judy's cold body seemed to be right before his eyes. The flames of hatred had never been extinguished, but were suppressed deep within his heart.

"This is a golden opportunity to strike at the organization. The question is, how?"

Yusaku Kudo remained calm.

The opportunity is right in front of us, but the key is where the knife is and where to cut it.

"We know nothing about the organization's stronghold. We can't find the whereabouts of the organization's members either. We don't even know where Ai is now."

Conan lowered his eyes, thought for a few seconds, and then looked up.

"We might as well contact Koniak. He should be happy to provide us with intelligence."