Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Suddenly, a crying face flashed through my mind.

He scoffed, suddenly feeling annoyed.

The lighter in my hand was being turned on and off repeatedly, and the originally crisp and pleasant sound now sounded noisy.

He sighed, dismissing a certain idea.

Honestly, it was just a thought, but someone seems to be affecting him too much, and he's actually considering her feelings.

Really annoying.

He randomly retrieved a few drug retrieval records and then left the computer room.

Gin was sitting at the bar at some point, holding a glass of wine.

Behind the bar, the bartender was mixing vodka. When he saw Kognac come out, he froze, stopped his fancy bartending, hastily poured a glass of vodka, and slipped away.

Suddenly, only vodka and gin remained in the hall.

Vodka also wanted to slip away, but having his older brother there made him feel very safe.

With a certain detached, gossipy attitude, he shifted his position, ready to run at any moment, but didn't leave.

Qingze put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked towards them.

He leaned lazily against the bar and reached out his hand to Gin, who hadn't moved an inch.

Where's your cigarette? Give me one.

Gin slightly raised an eyebrow and glanced at the person whose face was expressionless.

A non-smoker suddenly asks for a cigarette.

interesting.

He took a cigarette case out of his pocket and threw it on the bar.

Qingze took out a cigarette from inside and sniffed it.

The lighter in his hand ignited, lighting the cigarette.

One puff and the smoke hits your nostrils, it's unbearable.

"Cough cough... This smoke is too strong."

Gin rolled his eyes almost imperceptibly as he watched a novice smoke for the first time.

"If you don't know how to smoke, then don't smoke."

What to wear.

There's a saying that goes something like this: when a man is depressed, smoking a cigarette will make him even more depressed.

Qingze held a cigarette between his fingers, gently shaking off the non-existent ash, looking melancholy.

Gin: "..."

nerve.

Vodka struggled to control the muscles in his face, going through all the sad things in his mind before he could stop himself from laughing.

Luckily I didn't leave, otherwise I wouldn't have seen Koniac force himself to be melancholic for love.

Love is terrifying; even a cold-blooded killer is acting out an idol drama.

Seemingly sensing Vodka's gaze, a sharp look swept over.

Vodka immediately lowered his head and stared at his glass.

"You've been affected quite a bit."

Gin spoke with a pointed remark.

You never see this guy like this normally. Now he looks like he's completely tormented by love, acting so pretentious and affected, he's practically out of his mind.

"Do you think I should kill her?" Qingze asked rhetorically.

This thought seemed to rise uncontrollably in my mind.

Kill her, and it will all be over. No one will affect his emotions or his mood anymore, and everything will be over.

Gin doesn't answer these kinds of questions.

No matter how you answer, you won't get any approval.

He put down his glass and looked at him mockingly, "If you can't bring yourself to do it, I don't mind helping you. I guarantee she won't feel any pain when she dies."

A fierce glint immediately appeared in his eyes as he glared at them.

"you dare!"

See it.

He knew it would be like this.

Gin curled his lips in a mocking smile and lit a cigarette.

The smell of cigarette smoke filled the air, and someone immediately pulled away.

"If you like her, lock her up, lock her up, make her unable to leave and escape, and naturally these troubles will no longer exist."

Gin, in a good mood, offered advice to people experiencing love for the first time.

No, you should say bad ideas.

Although it's unclear what exactly was going on between him and his girlfriend, it was probably just a conflict stemming from Koniak's own identity and position.

When a hitman and the daughter of a righteous detective are involved in certain matters, conflict is inevitable.

The solution is simple: just lock the person up and control them.

Or simply pull people into the darkness.

When the other person is in the same darkness as you, with blood on their hands, they will naturally be unable to leave you.

Qingze chuckled.

"Is this your 'been there, done that' experience? It's nothing special. Besides, I don't like her."

Hearing this, Gin finally couldn't help rolling his eyes.

dislike?

Who's being pretentious here by saying they don't like it?

Who are you trying to fool by trying to cover up the truth?

"Whatever, I have no interest in your love life."

Qingze scoffed inwardly.

If you're not interested in arguing with him, why are you here? Don't believe me.

And vodka too! Don't think I didn't see it; you've got your ears perked up!

Sigh, it must be really tough for him to maintain his "love-obsessed" persona.

After stubbing out his cigarette in the gin glass, Aozawa got up and left.

Looking at the bottle of liquor he had barely drunk, a vein bulged on Gin's forehead.

This guy!

Forget it.

She's just a pathetic creature manipulated by emotions; not worth fussing over.

Once the person had left, Vodka finally relaxed his facial muscles and smiled.

However, fearing that the person might not have gone far, he didn't dare to make a sound.

Gin turned to look at him. "Weren't you investigating Ran Mouri lately? How's it going?"

When it came to serious matters, Vodka became a little more serious.

"That Ran Mouri is just an ordinary high school student. But I noticed that Shinichi Kudo doesn't seem to have any death reports."

"Hmm?" Gin narrowed his eyes. "Not dead?"

"uncertain."

After learning that they had argued because of Shinichi Kudo, he also started paying attention to Shinichi Kudo.

It was discovered that a celebrity like Shinichi Kudo had died, yet there was no death report and no funeral was held.

His parents were perfectly fine abroad, without any reaction.

This is really abnormal.

Who confirmed his death?

"Shirley."

Upon hearing the name, Gin clicked his tongue, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"There's something wrong here, investigate!"

"Yes."

……

As Qingze drove away from the base, he recalled the list of drugs used.

Vermouth has been in Japan for quite some time now, so she must have had another purpose in getting aptx4869.

Have you not used it at all after taking it for more than two months?

impossible.

She must have already used it, but didn't record it.

She might even have known about the effects of drug A all along, but kept it a secret.

With her keen intuition, he didn't believe she hadn't noticed anything.

When he becomes Ran Mouri, Shinichi Kudo says that he will appear on Teitan High School's school trip and ask Ran Mouri for an answer regarding his confession.

In other words, Shirley has developed an antidote that can temporarily restore a person's health.

It seems he needs to pay attention to this school trip.

Chapter 105 She Has a Secret

This trip to the film crew ended hastily, but it was highly effective and yielded great results.

Ran Mouri has gained a top-notch acting master as her teacher, and Kogoro Mouri has also received a lucrative commission.

Sitting in the taxi on her way home, Ran Mouri listened in astonishment as her father recounted his story.

"Huh? Is Daddy going to Kyoto too?"

Xiao Wu hadn't even tried to persuade her mother yet, but her own father had already received the commission.

Sometimes, people's thoughts are surprisingly similar.

"Yes, Ms. Matsui Sachiko asked me to investigate a case. It's an old case, so it'll be a bit troublesome to investigate... But fortunately, Ms. Matsui gave me a list, and if I visit them one by one, I should be able to find some clues..."

"What kind of case is it?" Conan asked.

"A case from thirteen years ago, a car accident..."

Kogoro Mouri briefly explained the case and the points that the employer cared about.

When is Dad planning to go?

"Let's leave tomorrow."

"I'm going on a school trip tomorrow, and the destination is Kyoto. Why don't you go with Dad, Conan? Maybe we can have fun together in Kyoto."

Feeling Ran's gentle gaze, which was no different from usual, Conan felt extremely uncomfortable.

He was ready to go on the school trip and had even contacted his homeroom teacher to say he would be there when it started.

How could I possibly go with my uncle to investigate the case now?