Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Conan's gaze fell on the gate not far ahead.

Asada Hospital.

Who would have thought that the organization's research institute was located right inside the hospital?

Right.

Hospitals are places with their own research institutions, and countless medicines, reagents, and equipment come and go every day. So, whether there are more or less batches, they won't attract any attention.

Inpatient wards, outpatient buildings, and laboratories—who can tell which one is for treating patients and which one is for testing drugs on people?

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

Hiding in the open and aboveboard is more likely to make it harder to find than hiding in the shadows.

Reasonable.

Even so, he was still somewhat uneasy. "Is the information Koniak gave us reliable?"

This unease was inexplicable, as if something had happened that he was completely unaware of, and he felt a sense of unease.

Yusaku Kudo closed his phone. "We have no other choice."

Regardless of whether the address was real or fake, they were determined to go in and investigate.

Haibara is inside, the antidote is inside, and the hope of recovery is inside.

"Just to be safe, it's better to disguise yourself." Yukiko Kudo took out a makeup brush and looked at Shuichi Akai beside her.

Shuichi Akai took out the disguise mask that Yukiko had made in advance and put it on, then put on a wig. Yukiko Kudo adjusted it with cosmetics and nodded in satisfaction.

Perfect, exactly like the person in the photo.

Sera Mary opened the car door, and Kudo Yusaku also got out of the driver's seat.

“Akai and I will go through the main entrance.”

Sera Mary nodded. "I'll sneak in through the ventilation shaft."

"The main focus right now is on infiltrating and rescuing people. Be careful," Shuichi Akai instructed again.

"know."

Shuichi Akai withdrew his gaze and exchanged a glance with Yusaku Kudo. The two remained silent and walked one after the other towards the hospital's main entrance.

Conan watched their figures disappear into the darkness, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

Because it involves Haibara and Drug A, only the five of them are participating tonight.

That's the most we can do. The fewer people who know, the safer it is.

But that's precisely why he's even more uneasy—there's nothing he can do. He can only sit here and wait.

“Mom,” he turned to Yukiko, “let’s go in too.”

Yukiko paused for a moment, then realized. Yes. This is a hospital. Not a secret base, not a restricted area requiring climbing walls and picking locks. It's a place openly accessible to anyone.

She opened the car door, and Conan jumped out. Yukiko took a scarf out of her bag and carefully wrapped it around Conan's neck, covering half of his face. Then she quickly disguised herself.

"Let's go." She took Conan's hand, her tone light. "Whether it's visiting someone in the hospital or seeing a doctor, let's go inside first."

Conan gripped her hand, and the two walked toward the hospital entrance.

The hospital was much quieter than Shuichi Akai had expected. The courtyard was deserted, not a soul in sight, with only the streetlights casting lonely glows on the bare branches.

Shuichi Akai headed straight for the third building. The address Koniak had given indicated the laboratory was on the third basement level of that building.

The guard at the door looked up. Shuichi Akai's gaze swept over him, carrying the same coldness as Gin's.

The guard almost instinctively lowered his head and respectfully greeted, "Lord Gin."

Shuichi Akai did not respond. He stood in front of the guard, looking down at him.

"Who went to the lab just now?"

The guard paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked at the person behind Gin. His voice was a little tense: "Sir, you were here... about an hour ago."

Yusaku Kudo frowned.

"Me? Who else do I have?"

The guard realized something, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Just you and one of your men."

The aura emanating from "Gin" beside him grew increasingly cold, like a sword yet to be drawn.

Have they left?

"They've already left..."

Shuichi Akai's tone grew even colder.

"lead the way."

"Yes!"

The guard quickly turned around and led the way, not daring to look back again.

They swiped their cards to open the access control. The three of them then entered the private elevator.

The elevator doors closed.

Yusaku Kudo looked at the face reflected in the mirror—Toichi Kuroba's face. He sighed softly to himself.

Before coming, he wasn't entirely sure. Guessing is one thing, confirming is another. Now, finally, there's an answer.

Dao Yi is indeed in that organization, and holds a high position.

The person he thought was his brother stood opposite him from beginning to end.

The elevator descended silently.

Shuichi Akai stepped out of the elevator and scanned the corridor—every few meters along the corner of the ceiling and the sides of the walls, there was a surveillance camera, leaving no blind spots.

He walked to the last door and entered the password that Koniak had given him.

The door lock popped open.

Shuichi Akai pushed open the door and went in first.

The cold white light poured down from above, illuminating every corner without leaving any room to hide.

The room was completely silent. The lab bench was still there, the test tubes were still there, and the sophisticated instruments were still running, but there was no one there.

The researchers' white lab coats were draped over the backs of their chairs, and the coffee in their cups had gone cold.

"What about people?"

The guard who brought them in realized something was wrong, and cold sweat poured down his back. "They might have gone to rest... I'll go look for them..."

The guard turned around, intending to look for someone.

In that instant, Shuichi Akai struck him on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious.

He walked to the computer, tapped a few keys, and the screen that was displaying characters suddenly turned into a static screen.

It's as if a Trojan virus has been loaded; the system is damaged, inoperable, and unable to start.

Looking at the main unit, the hard drive had been removed.

Yusaku Kudo surveyed the silent laboratory, his expression grave.

They arrived at the address Koniak provided immediately, but were still a step too late.

One step behind means you'll always be behind.

In this confrontation, they have already lost the initiative, and they have no advantage in terms of either intelligence or manpower.

If Shinichi cannot find Haibara and obtain the antidote, he may never recover.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were cold and stern.

We can no longer use the conventional methods.

Chapter 613 This is not the end

The winter wind was particularly fierce at night, howling through the empty streets and swirling up the remaining snow and withered leaves on the ground.

Several black police cars with their lights off drove in from different directions, silently surrounding a five-story building.

The neon lights were still flashing, and the two large characters "Night Cherry Blossom" shone alluringly in the night. Several luxury cars were parked at the entrance, just like any other night.

The car came to a stop. The heavily armed police officers quickly got out of the vehicle, their movements swift and restrained, the only sounds being the soft clatter of their equipment and the suppressed footsteps.

Standing in the crowd, Yuichi Yamada looked around at his colleagues, somewhat bewildered.

He has been a police officer for four years and has participated in countless raids and seizures.

Bars, casinos, underground banks—what kind of scenes haven't I seen? But back then, at most, a few police cars and a few plainclothes colleagues would walk in with a search warrant.

Today is different.

Body armor. Submachine guns. Tactical helmets. Everyone was fully equipped, like they were going into battle.

He glanced down at the gun in his hand, then at the magazines hanging from his colleague's waist.

Is it really necessary to go to such lengths to shut down an entertainment club?

The voice of a commander came through the walkie-talkie, serious and stern:

"All teams in position. Target confirmed: entertainment club 'Night Cherry Blossom'. Three basement levels, five above ground. Number of targets unknown, firepower unknown. Seal off all entrances and exits—action in three minutes."

Yuichi Yamada swallowed hard.

Firepower unknown?

Should we worry about the firepower if we shut down entertainment venues?

His guess was soon confirmed.

They weren't facing an entertainment club.

It is a criminal gang's base disguised as an entertainment club.

The club was incredibly noisy; disco balls spun, and red and green lights swept across the dance floor. The music was deafening, and several drunk people were still swaying on the dance floor.

"Everyone stay still! Crouch down! Hands behind your head!"

Half an hour later, the entire building fell silent.

Yuichi Yamada leaned against the corner of the wall, clutching his injured left arm and convulsing. The spot where the bullet had grazed burned with pain, and blood trickled down his elbow, dripping onto the floor.

"Are you alright?" The captain walked over and knelt down to check his injuries.

"Luckily, the bullet grazed me." Yuichi Yamada gritted his teeth, his voice trembling slightly.

"Captain, what's the situation?"

The captain's expression was grim. He paused for two seconds, then lowered his voice:

"Ten committed suicide, six were killed. Only three survived. Most of the data was destroyed."

The captain continued, "The computers were all smashed, and all the files were burned. When we went in, it was still smoking. We don't know how much we can salvage..."

Killed? Suicide?

Yuichi Yamada felt a chill creep up his spine.

He glanced down at his still-bleeding left arm and suddenly realized that the pain was nothing.

Who exactly are these people?

......

Rei Furuya stood outside the cordon, looking at the building in the distance that was still emitting smoke.

That was Base One, one of the organization's core strongholds in Tokyo—it used to be.

My phone kept vibrating in my pocket.

He took it out, and messages kept popping up:

"Black Cat Tavern is under control. Eleven people have been captured, and our side suffered no casualties."

"The resistance at the Chiyo Club was fierce; seven people have been killed and five captured. Three of our side sustained minor injuries."