Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Vermouth put down her glass and leaned forward slightly. "Want to guess what Champagne's autopsy report looks like?"

Looking at the person in front of him, Gin's lips curled into a mocking smile.

“Not detected.” He uttered those words coldly.

The two looked at each other, and a few sparks flew from the firewood in the fireplace, landing on the carpet and quickly going out.

Vermouth raised an eyebrow, then smiled, her expression instantly becoming much more relaxed.

"I underestimated you. It seems I don't need to say anything more."

"Tsk, you're really kind of you." Gin's expression became increasingly sarcastic.

"You've misunderstood me. I genuinely wanted to remind you."

Gin looked at her; his eyes appeared exceptionally deep in the firelight of the fireplace, expressionless yet unsettling.

"Sincere?" He repeated the word, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm. "Do you even have that kind of thing?"

Vermouth picked up her glass, took a slow sip, and looked past the rim of the glass onto his face.

"Everyone has a sincere heart, and of course I do too."

"Heh..." Gin scoffed.

Vermouth didn't care about his attitude. "What do you plan to do?"

"And you? What are you planning to do?" Gin threw the question back at him directly.

If we were to say who relies least on the organization, it would undoubtedly be this woman in front of us.

With her unparalleled skill in disguise, she could live well no matter where she was.

With a different face, a different identity, and a different city—no one can catch her.

However, she also has a fatal weakness—when the side effects of drug A take effect, she feels like she is dying.

He looked at her, his eyes appearing exceptionally deep in the firelight of the fireplace, like a frozen well.

Vermouth did not answer immediately.

She picked up her glass and slowly swirled it. The wine spun along the glass, gleaming a dark red in the firelight.

“I don’t want to die right now,” she paused, then looked up at him, “So…”

"So?" Gin waited for her to continue.

Vermouth raised her glass to him.

The firelight from the fireplace reflected in her eyes like two pulsating flames.

“You will need me, dear Gin.”

……

The sky cleared after the snow.

The sunlight shone on the snow, so bright it hurt the eyes.

Disguised as a little girl, Conan stood downstairs at Rumi Wakasa's apartment building, looking up at the closed window on the fourth floor.

The curtains are drawn. Just like yesterday.

Same as the day before yesterday.

Rumi Wakasa disappeared after Rum's death.

It's like taking revenge and then gracefully retiring, abandoning this false identity.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a black Porsche pulled up to the side of the road.

Upon seeing that familiar car, Conan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Porsche 356A!

In the driver's seat, there was vodka.

The man who always wore sunglasses and always followed behind Gin.

Conan's gaze narrowed to the tip of a pin.

Subaru Okiya, standing to the side, slightly raised his head, his glasses reflecting a chilling white light.

The passenger door was pushed open, and Gin got out of the car, the hem of his black trench coat fluttering slightly in the cold wind.

His gaze swept across the surroundings.

It was quiet around, with few pedestrians, except for a man standing on the opposite side of the road with a little girl.

His gaze swept around the room and landed on a window on the fourth floor of the building in front of him.

Vermouth got out from the other side of the back seat, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders and blowing in the wind.

A faint smile played on her lips, but when she saw the pink-haired Subaru Okiya and the little girl beside him, her smile faded almost imperceptibly.

Shuichi Akai?

Is that guy next to me... a cool guy?

She immediately turned her head to look at the people who hadn't yet gotten out of the car.

Qingze felt her gaze and also saw the two people on the side of the road.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and got out of the car.

He was also dressed in black, with his hood pulled up tightly over his head, obscuring most of his face. Only a few strands of white hair could be seen peeking out from the edge of the hood.

He tilted his head slightly and looked over.

This glance wasn't particularly intimidating; it was just a casual sweep, but Conan's back instantly tensed up.

Fortunately, he only glanced at it casually before looking away.

Qingze leaned casually against the car, his hands in his pockets, looking as if he were waiting for someone.

“You can go up,” he said casually. “I’ll keep watch for you.”

Gin said nothing and walked towards the stairwell.

The boss ordered them to capture Asaka. But they all knew she had already escaped. This was just a formality.

Vermouth glanced back at Qingze, her gaze carrying an inscrutable quality. Then she looked away and followed Gin.

The footsteps disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Qingze leaned against the car, his head slightly lowered, the hood covering most of his face, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Subaru Okiya stood there, watching the two figures disappear at the top of the stairs, his mind racing.

They've determined that Rumi Wakasa is the murderer of Rum, so they've come specifically to find her.

No, that's not right...

If the intention was to kill, the organization wouldn't operate this way.

They only appear silently, like vengeful ghosts, striking deadly with a single blow, rather than swaggering out in broad daylight to an apartment building where it's clearly unlikely anyone will be there!

What is their purpose?

What important things are in the apartment?

His heart raced; he desperately wanted to follow and see what was happening.

but--

The faint gaze from across the street never left my sight.

The hooded man leaned there, his posture languid, his eyes beneath the hood constantly watching them.

He made a quick decision and took Conan's hand to walk outside.

It's unlikely that Rumi Wakasa left anything important in the apartment; Gin and his group are more likely there to find her whereabouts.

He is now alone, and if he faces Gin alone, he might be able to try to capture him.

But there were four of them on the other side, so he had no chance of winning!

Chapter 599 The Organization Codenamed After Gems

Aozawa leaned against the car, watching Akai Shuichi lead the "little girl" away without making a move.

He was somewhat surprised.

These people have truly impressive intelligence capabilities. While the police were still investigating the false teeth and fake beard, they had already identified Rumi Wakasa. They probably even knew most of her identity from seventeen years ago.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have specifically appeared here at this critical juncture.

But it's a pity.

Rumi Wakasa was more cautious than he had imagined. Once she confirmed Rum's death, she vanished without a trace. A woman who could wait seventeen years for an opportunity certainly knew when to stop.

He looked away and continued to lean against the car, waiting lazily.

Not long after, the two people who had gone upstairs came down.

Gin's expression remained cold and unreadable. Vermouth followed behind him, her expression equally indifferent.

“The person has disappeared,” Gin said, his voice flat. “The house has been cleaned, but there are no useful clues.”

Qingze raised an eyebrow, showing no surprise at the result.

"Regarding this Asaka," he said slowly, "I have found a clue."

Gin looked up at him.

"Oh?"

"She seems to belong to some organization." Qingze's tone remained lazy, as if he were talking about something insignificant. "That organization is codenamed after gemstones."

Gin frowned.

"An organization codenamed after a gemstone?" He stared at Qingze, his gaze scrutinizing. "I've never heard of it."

Qingze met his gaze, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"That's because you're ignorant." His tone was slightly teasing. "The known codenames for that organization include Dragon Crystal, Agate, Tourmaline, White Jade, Blue Crystal, and Diamond..."

He paused.

"This organization is different from ours. It's not an assassin organization, and it doesn't have any territory. It's very mysterious, and I don't know what these people are up to."

The deaths of Rum and Champagne always have to be paid for by some force.

A mysterious, dangerous, and hidden force—perfect for diverting attention.

As for whether such an organization actually exists...

As long as people feel that it exists, that's enough.

Gin's brow remained furrowed.

“Agate…” he repeated softly, as if searching for something in his memory.

Vermouth glanced at him.

"You've heard of it?"

Gin was silent for two seconds.

“Rum mentioned it once,” he said, his voice still flat. “He said it was a very strong woman who subdued Fred in three moves and told me to keep an eye out for her.”

He paused.

"After that, there was no further news."

This kind of organization, which I've never heard of before, doesn't seem very credible.

But ironically, there are indeed examples.

“I’ve dealt with their ‘White Jade’ a few times,” Qingze said casually, his tone still nonchalant. “He’s a skilled hacker.”

Gin's brow twitched.

"hacker?"

Qingze shrugged.