Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Chapter 591 Looks like you slept well last night.

Kogoro Mouri, who had just gotten up, opened the door and saw Aozawa standing there with breakfast in hand. His eyelids drooped, and he gave Aozawa a look that said, "It's you again."

"Having trouble sleeping again?"

"No." Qingze smiled slightly and shook the bag in his hand. "Lan said she wanted to eat Asakusa dorayaki, and I happened to get up early, so I brought it over."

Kogoro Mouri raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Asakusa? That dorayaki place that only makes a limited daily supply? Why go that far so early in the morning?

He looked Qingze up and down, then stepped aside.

"Come in."

As Qingze walked in, he casually said while taking off his shoes, "Mr. Mori seems to have slept well last night. He looks great today, radiant."

Kogoro Mouri paused for a moment, then reached up and touched his chin, a narcissistic smile appearing on his face.

"Hahaha, really?" He looked at himself in the mirror in the entryway. "I also think I look pretty good today."

The smile on Qingze's lips deepened even further.

It seems you slept quite well last night.

"father!"

Ran Mouri came out of the house and grabbed her narcissistic father, "Don't we have a TV program invitation today? Hurry up and get ready, don't be late..."

As she spoke, she pushed Kogoro Mouri toward the restroom, then turned and smiled at Aozawa, as if to say hello.

Qingze walked into the living room and saw Eri Kisaki sitting on the sofa, drinking tea and reading the morning newspaper. He walked over and politely bowed slightly.

Good morning, Ms. Fei.

Eri Kisaki raised her eyes, her gaze shifting from his face to the tote bag he was carrying, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Good morning." She put down her teacup. "Don't you have to work lately?"

"I haven't been busy at work these past few days," Qingze said casually, placing his tote bag on the coffee table.

Eri Kisaki raised an eyebrow and turned her gaze to her daughter, who had already packed her things and was putting on her coat at the door.

Where are you planning to go today?

Ran Mouri blushed slightly, lowered her head to adjust her scarf, and said softly, "Let's go see an art exhibition..."

The buzzing of an electric shaver came from the bathroom. Kogoro Mouri suddenly poked half his head out, half of his face still covered in shaving foam.

Come home early tonight!

Ran Mouri hummed in agreement, put on her shoes, and stood up.

Qingze stood in the living room, meeting Fei Yingli's slightly teasing gaze, his expression gentle.

Hand in hand, they walked out of the office and turned into a street where there were no other pedestrians.

Ran Mouri eagerly turned her head, her eyes bright as she looked at him: "What happened in the back last night? Are you sleepy?"

"I talked to Gin," Aozawa said calmly, as if he were talking about what he ate last night. "Nothing happened."

Ran Mouri didn't quite believe it.

Gin's actions last night clearly indicated he was after her. His stealthy intrusion in the dead of night speaks volumes about his intentions. Given Qingze's temper, wouldn't a fight break out?

Unless... something else happens.

"They didn't fight, did they?"

Qingze smiled slightly as he recalled Gin from last night.

"He's quite pragmatic."

"How to say?"

“I gave him two options.” Qingze paused. “One is to die, and the other is to cooperate with me.”

Ran Mouri was taken aback.

"Uh..." she blinked, "This isn't a choice at all, is it?"

Besides choosing the second option, are there any other paths for Gin?

"Why not?" Qingze turned his head to look at her, his tone carrying a sense of matter-of-fact composure. "He can try to fight me and see if he can survive."

Ran Mouri stared at his calm and pretentious expression.

The sunlight fell on his face, softening his features, but there was a hint of smugness in his eyes that only she could see.

She burst out laughing.

If Aozawa goes all out, Gin will probably stand still and carefully calculate how many moves he can withstand before he dies.

She smiled and squeezed his hand.

"Yes, our Lord Qingze is the most amazing!"

Qingze's lips curled up. "If I hadn't been on guard, I would have really been under his control."

Ran Mouri turned her head to look at him, and seeing his expression that said, "I have a legitimate reason to sneak into your room to sleep at night," her smile deepened.

"I think I need to get a new wardrobe."

Qingze nodded seriously.

"I feel so too."

He naturally changed direction and took her hand, leading her forward.

"Let's go pick out a wardrobe."

"No need to catch up on sleep?"

"I'm not sleepy now, I'll take a nap at noon..."

“Gin has also defected,” Ran Mouri said thoughtfully. “Then there shouldn’t be many obstacles left to destroy the organization, right?”

Qingze led her forward slowly, and gently shook his head upon hearing this.

"The organization has a mole in the Metropolitan Police Department, codenamed Arak. He's supposedly in a very high position—but I don't know who it is."

He paused.

"As for the other networks of interests, most of them will break down on their own once Rum dies. Without anyone to connect them or maintain them, they will naturally become useless."

"What about the Karasuma Group?"

"I have plenty of dirt on me." Qingze's lips curled up slightly. "I can release it anytime."

Ran Mouri nodded and then asked, "I remember you said that the organization has many branches overseas. What about those?"

"Those... the recall order has already been issued." A faint, yet unsettling glint flashed in Qingze's eyes. "It's only a matter of time before they return. Then—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

They wiped it all out in one go.

Ran Mouri remained silent for a few seconds.

Will the police take action?

"Definitely." Qingze's tone was very confident.

Not only the police, but also the FBI, CIA, and M16 will swarm in like sharks smelling blood.

With Rum's death, the drums of the final battle have sounded.

Ran Mouri suddenly paused in her steps.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with deep worry.

"Then... will they find your information?"

Qingze turned his head and met her gaze.

She didn't say everything, but Qingze understood what she meant.

For him, the biggest constraint the organization imposed was his identity.

Those records—photos, videos, fingerprints, blood, even DNA samples—all sorts of evidence of his crimes…

The claim of twin brothers won't fool anyone. Once he falls into the hands of the police, he will never be able to walk normally in the sunlight again.

"I will destroy them all."

And those core documents of the organization—no one can get their hands on them.

Ran Mouri looked at him.

The sunlight fell on his face, making his eyes shine brightly.

He was looking ahead, as if he were looking at something very far away, or as if he wasn't looking at anything at all.

She didn't ask any more questions.

She simply held his hand tightly.

The winter sun lazily spread across the street, casting long shadows of the two people.

They walked side by side, unhurried and slow, their footsteps soft and light, blending into the occasional birdsong from the street corner.

My phone rang in my pocket.

Qingze paused for a moment, his gaze falling on the screen.

Caller ID: Yusaku Kudo.

Chapter 592 Whether or not he sees him is his business

Qingze glanced at the screen but didn't answer immediately.

The phone was still ringing. Sunlight fell on the screen, illuminating the name clearly.

He pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

"Mr. Kudo."

"Aozawa-kun, sorry to bother you." Kudo Yusaku's voice came through the receiver, as gentle and steady as ever, just like every time they met. "I hope I haven't kept you inconvenienced."

"No," Qingze said casually. "Is there something you need?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"I need your help," Yusaku Kudo said. "To be precise, I want to contact someone through you."

Qingze's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Who?"

"Koniak".

Qingze didn't speak, but gestured for him to continue.

"There are some things I'd like to discuss with him. Could you please pass on a message? I'd like to ask him to spare some time to meet. He can decide the place and time; I have no other requests." Kudo Yusaku's tone was very serious.

Qingze remained silent.

There was no urging on the other end of the phone. There was only a slight static and the faint chirping of birds in the distance.

After a few seconds, Qingze spoke.

"All I can say is, try to contact him. Whether he comes or not, whether we meet or not, is his business."

“That’s enough,” said Yusaku Kudo. “Thank you for your help, Aozawa-kun.”

"It's no trouble at all."

Qingze responded and hung up the phone.

He put his phone back in his pocket and continued walking.

Ran Mouri turned her head to look at him. "Uncle Yusaku wants to see Koniak?"

"Ah."