Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Shinichi Kudo glanced at her and shook his head. "Many people know me."

The organization's affairs have nothing to do with Sera, and he has no intention of involving Sera.

"The elevator is here, let's go."

The group entered the elevator and saw the silver-haired man in black again in the restaurant.

The man was selecting food at the buffet. Except for his face, his whole body was covered in black, and he even wore gloves while eating.

Qingze casually grabbed a few items of food, found an empty seat, and sat down, seemingly completely ignoring the high school student standing frozen at the restaurant entrance.

With a slight lowering of her head, a few strands of her long hair fell down her shoulders, not only obstructing her view but also affecting her eating.

He had to use one hand to lift some of his hair to prevent it from falling onto his food and getting into his mouth.

Although it wasn't the first time he'd worn such a long wig, he couldn't help but admire Gin every time.

It's hot in summer, prone to static electricity in winter, and easily gets tangled. You have to lift it up when you go to the toilet, and real hair needs frequent washing and conditioning... It has countless drawbacks, such as hair loss, split ends, and being easily pulled by others during fights...

Gin is truly amazing to be able to completely tolerate all these troubles and maintain the same look for ten years.

He used to think Gin's look was pretentious and wanted to imitate it by growing his hair long, but it was too difficult to manage. Not only was he easily mistaken for a woman, but he also looked like a second Gin.

He opted for a longer wolf tail instead, which eliminated the hassle of maintenance without diminishing his pretentiousness.

After the second phase of my teenage years ended, I got used to my new look and became too lazy to change it.

Seeing that Gin didn't care about them, the high school students went into the restaurant, picked up their plates, and started eating lunch.

Several people sat together with their trays, quietly watching Qingze and whispering among themselves.

"Who exactly is that person?"

"All in black, gloomy and somber."

"Should we really not call the police?"

The boy next to him still felt uneasy and was tempted to call the police.

"Don't meddle." Shinichi Kudo shook his head.

Calling the police won't solve anything, and even if they come, they can't do anything to Gin.

While eating with her head down, Ran Mouri couldn't help but want to take out her phone to send a message to Aoze.

Are they planning something? So not only is Aozawa here, but Gin is here too?

What will happen if Gin sees Shinichi?

She had no idea how Shinichi shrunk, nor did she know anything about Shinichi's entanglement with Gin; she was just instinctively uneasy.

He gripped and released his phone in his pocket repeatedly, until it was soaked with sweat.

She's still angry about Conan from last time, so if she asks him about Shinichi, he'll probably be even angrier and might block her again.

After thinking for a moment, she picked up her phone and, under the table, tentatively sent a message to Vermouth.

[Teacher, I've arrived in Kyoto and am already at the hotel, but I encountered a man with long silver hair dressed in all black. He was so scary...]

Vermouth was in her hotel room at the moment. She arrived a little later than the Teitan High School bus. When she saw Ran Mouri's message, her pupils suddenly contracted.

Gin is here too? No way!

Where are you now? Stay away from dangerous people, and don't go near them!

She quickly walked out of the room while sending messages.

Upon seeing Vermouth's words, Ran Mouri's eyes flickered slightly. So, the teacher is here too?

What major operation are they planning?

Were they together? Or apart?

I'm eating at a restaurant.

"Xiaolan, who are you chatting with?"

Seeing that Ran kept her head down, as if she was chatting with someone, Shinichi Kudo across from her became restless.

Could this chat partner be someone from the Black Organization?

Is she asking something?

"I'm chatting with my teacher, what's up?"

Xiaolan put away her phone, tilted her head slightly, and remained calm.

Seeing Ran's state, Shinichi Kudo knew he couldn't wait any longer. He had to tell Ran everything about the dangers of the black-clad organization, otherwise Ran would only become more and more entangled with it.

Although Vermouth was anxious, she maintained a calm demeanor and entered the restaurant as if she were an ordinary guest visiting for the first time. After looking around the restaurant, she sure enough, she spotted a familiar silver-haired figure.

Gin? Why is he here?

She picked up her plate, randomly selected some food, and sat down diagonally opposite the man.

The silver-haired man looked up at him and gave him a mocking smile.

Ran Mouri must have been texting Vermouth just now, and here she is. Is she in such a hurry?

Vermouth initially thought it was Gin, but upon closer inspection, she realized it wasn't.

He's deliberately dressed up as Gin, and he's here. It seems obvious who he is.

She clenched her back teeth.

That creepy stalker is definitely after Xiaolan, who's been following her!

"I heard you took on a student, and she's quite pretty."

"Koniak!"

Vermouth stared intently at him, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Qingze completely ignored the look in his eyes and turned his gaze in that direction.

Just then, someone looked over there, and their eyes met for a moment. Qingze grinned, revealing a wicked smile.

"A naive high school student would probably cry if scared."

"You dare!" Vermouth tried her best to suppress her voice, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

What does this person mean? What does he take her angel for?!

"Oh, so concerned?" Qingze raised an eyebrow, his smile playful. "Then what can you do for your angel?"

Vermouth's pupils contracted sharply. How did he know?!

"A person who claims to have been abandoned by the angels meets her angel and sees her as his salvation. No way, it can't really be like that, right?"

A foot suddenly kicked out from under the chair, but Qingze stood up and nimbly dodged it.

Having gotten the answer he wanted, he picked up his plate as if nothing had happened.

"I'm not interested in your angels."

Vermouth's face was terribly grim; if it weren't for the large number of people around, she would have already drawn her gun.

not interested?

If you're not interested, why are you here? And why are you dressed up like Gin?

You'd better really mean it.

Qingze's lips curled slightly as he leaned closer to her and whispered, his words like the low murmur of a devil.

"But if she comes to provoke me, then she can't blame me."

He didn't go looking for Ran Mouri on his own initiative; it was Ran Mouri who came to him, wasn't it?

"you!!!"

Vermouth wanted nothing more than to smash a plate in his face. How could someone be so despicable?!

Chapter 112 Why did you dress up as Gin?

"It looks like they're arguing over there," Sera Masumi said, having been watching the scene closely.

"Could it be that they argued over how to divide the spoils?" one boy wondered.

"That person is gone."

"Don't worry about that, just eat." Shinichi Kudo stopped them from making wild guesses.

After placing the tray in the food collection area, Qingze walked out of the restaurant and headed towards the hotel entrance.

He came here to watch the show. The dead Shinichi Kudo has reappeared, and Vodka has found out. Something's bound to happen.

As for what purpose he might have, it's probably just to keep an eye on Ran Mouri and prevent her from recklessly rushing in and dying.

But now, he has some ideas.

Sitting in the car, Ai Haibara, who had been keeping an eye on the hotel entrance, suddenly stiffened.

"Gin!"

On their way there, they learned from Yusaku Kudo that the fact that Shinichi Kudo was not dead had been exposed.

But Shinichi Kudo was already on the bus at that time, so it was obviously impossible for him to get off halfway.

Since no direct action has been taken, it means that observation is still ongoing. After all, it's easy for Gin to suspect that Shinichi Kudo, a dead man, suddenly appears out of nowhere and participates in a school trip, which could easily make him suspect a trap.

Yusaku Kudo provided a solution, which was also the only solution.

That would confirm that this is a trap, making the organization realize that Shinichi Kudo is someone else in disguise, just to lure Gin into a trap, thus breaking the current deadlock.

However, this would make it very easy for the organization to target Shinichi Kudo again, trying to find out whether Shinichi Kudo is really dead or not.

But this is still better than the organization discovering that Shinichi Kudo is not dead.

"Gin has already arrived?" Professor Agasa thought nervously.

This Gin has come a little too fast.

“Whether it’s the Shinkansen or a plane, it will be faster than us.” Ai Haibara wasn’t surprised.

Will he directly train the newbie?

"No, there are too many people in the hotel. Kudo is surrounded by his classmates. The organization needs to remain hidden and cannot make a move in public." Ai Haibara was unusually calm.

Sniping requires advance planning, and shootings cannot be done in public.

They wouldn't blow up a hotel just for Shinichi Kudo.

For Kudo, nighttime was the most dangerous time.

Vodka, who was eating instant noodles in his car, adjusted his sunglasses in shock.

How did he see his older brother?

I rubbed my eyes, and sure enough, it was my older brother.

But that doesn't make sense, his older brother is still in Tokyo.

The older man in front of me got closer and closer, opened his car door, and sat directly in the passenger seat.

As soon as he came in, he immediately crossed his legs and adopted a lazy posture.

He looked at the person huddled in the car eating instant noodles with pity in his eyes.

"Do you usually eat instant noodles with your older brother? How come you're doing so poorly?"

"Koniak?"

Vodka recognized the person in front of him.

But the question is, "What are you doing here, and why are you dressed up like the boss?"

Vodka's lips twitched as he recalled the man's words on the phone: "None of his business."

It's none of your business, why did you come over?

There's a limit to how stubborn you can be.

"Didn't your older brother suspect this was a trap? Wouldn't it be perfect if I took the fall for him?"