Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

“It must be Vermouth disguised as Mr. Amuro,” Shinichi Kudo said with certainty.

Subaru Okiya nodded. "I think so too."

The car turned around and drove back to the hotel. Subaru Okiya turned his head to look at him.

Are you sure Vermouth will help you?

"Will do."

She will help him.

Shinichi Kudo's eyes were deep and somber.

If Vermouth hadn't told his mother, he might not have known that his survival had been exposed.

Since she took the initiative to tell him, it means she will help him.

In order not to affect Xiaolan, and for the sake of that pure place in her heart.

"In that case, you should be careful yourself."

Shinichi Kudo nodded and checked the email from Ai Haibara on his phone.

He asked Haibara Kuro to hack into the hotel's check-in system and lock onto the room of the person Vermouth was disguised as.

Unfortunately, several surveillance cameras were damaged, so he couldn't find Gin's room number, and apart from the elevator and restaurant, he could hardly capture any images of Gin.

Back at the hotel, he went straight to Vermouth's room.

There was a knock on the door. Vermouth opened it and, after confirming that he was alone, stepped aside to let him in.

Vermouth was not surprised by his arrival at all; in fact, disguise tools were already laid out on the table.

Looking at the makeup props, Shinichi Kudo breathed a sigh of relief.

He made the right bet.

Vermouth crossed her arms, still in her disguised state.

"Cool guy, this is the only time I'll help you. I won't do it any more."

This time, he's not facing Gin, but Koniak.

But there's no difference between the two; they're both people who will definitely kill him.

She didn't intend to talk about Koniak.

Since Koniak is hiding his identity, there is still room for maneuver.

He was still worried that Lan might hate him.

But if his identity were exposed, she dared not imagine whether that madman would simply stage a scene of imprisonment and love lock.

When pushed to the limit, a paranoid and extreme person is capable of anything.

Helping Shinichi Kudo might not have been without the reason that he wanted to kill Koniak.

If we can take advantage of this opportunity to finish him off here, the crisis on the angel's side will be resolved immediately.

"One time is enough, thank you."

Shinichi Kudo sat down in front of the vanity mirror, waiting for Vermouth to disguise him.

He wanted to change his appearance twice, and then tear off Shinichi Kudo's mask in front of Gin, confirming that Shinichi Kudo was a person in disguise.

As for the trap, that will certainly be confirmed.

"Miss Chris, please leave here after you've finished disguising yourself."

Vermouth helped him this time, and he certainly wasn't the kind of person who would forget kindness and turn his back on someone after using them.

When a chess player enters the game wholeheartedly, their ambitions are bound to be grand.

Half a day is enough time for him to lay a trap.

This time, he can avoid involving Vermouth.

But only this once.

Next time, if he has the chance to catch her, he will definitely not show any mercy.

Vermouth's lips curled slightly as she slowly spread the special silicone on his face.

"I will. I hope your silver bullet hits his heart."

After disguising himself, Shinichi Kudo met up with a dark-skinned boy.

The boy was the same age as him, about the same height, and even looked somewhat similar.

Shinichi Kudo, a high school detective from the Kanto region, and Heiji Hattori from the Kansai region.

He is also the son of the Osaka Prefectural Police Chief.

Although this is Kyoto Prefecture, his fame and status make him quite useful here.

“It’s almost four o’clock in the afternoon now.” Hattori Heiji said with a serious expression.

"Hmm, don't rush."

Gin is most likely to appear late at night.

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Chapter 118 I will definitely help you!

Kyoto, inside the police headquarters.

Kogoro Mouri flipped through the files from back then, accompanied by one of his classmates from police academy.

These are all his connections.

Thirteen years later, the dusty files were taken out again, and Kogoro Mouri flipped through them page by page.

The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

"There are serious problems with the records in this file."

The case was concluded as an accident.

The photos show no skid marks on the road, no airbags from the vehicle that overturned after hitting the guardrail and was about to deploy, and oil leaks on the road.

However, the case file showed a very perfunctory inspection of the vehicle involved in the accident. The brake lines were simply treated as "damaged by impact," the brake fluid reservoir level sensor wiring was not inspected, and even the status of the airbag control module in the vehicle wreckage was not carefully analyzed.

The conclusion, however, emphasizes "rainy day," "slippery road surface," "operational error," and "severe vehicle damage," framing the incident as an accident.

Hearing Kogoro Mouri say that, the veteran detective, who was already an assistant inspector, also came over.

"really."

He glanced at the person handling the case, his brow furrowing even more.

“The person handling this case is now a police inspector, one rank higher than me. Before we find any evidence, don’t make a fuss…” he kindly advised.

"Hmm." Kogoro Mouri knew the gravity of the situation.

This is clearly a case of being bribed; heaven knows how many other similar things this inspector has done.

If this gets out, this inspector's police career will be over. For the sake of his future, he certainly won't sit idly by.

However, to overturn the case and prove that it was a murder rather than an accident, evidence is still needed.

Only by finding new clues can the investigation into this case be restarted.

The case file records that the car had just been serviced the day before the accident.

The possibility of someone tampering with the maintenance process is extremely high.

Kogoro Mouri decided to go to this auto repair shop to find out what was going on.

"Old Ping, I'm leaving now. I'll treat you to drinks next time."

In Kiyomizu Temple.

Sonoko Suzuki and Ran Mouri walked through the temple and asked the monks where the memorial tablets were enshrined.

This is a side hall, which enshrines a majestic Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. The surrounding shelves are filled with layers of wooden niches, and the semi-enclosed niches contain memorial tablets. They are so densely packed that it is impossible to tell which niche belongs to which person.

Since it is a hall for enshrining memorial tablets, it is usually deserted. There are candles and incense burning, making it quiet and solemn.

Sonoko Suzuki held onto Ran's arm, and even her steps became lighter.

"Xiao Lan, whose memorial tablet are you looking for?"

"I heard that Mr. Qingze's parents' memorial tablets are here, and I would like to come and pay my respects."

"what?"

This was the first time Sonoko Suzuki had heard about Aozawa's background. Had his parents already passed away?

Unable to distinguish which memorial tablet belonged to Aozawa's parents, Sonoko Suzuki led Ran Mouri to the monk in charge of the place.

After explaining the situation, the monks quickly located the wooden shrine that belonged to the Fukuda family.

This wooden shrine is located directly below the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva statue, and its exquisite craftsmanship surpasses that of the others, clearly indicating special treatment.

The monks opened it, revealing the memorial tablet inside.

There are four memorial tablets inside.

They are Ichita Fukuda, Akira Fukuda, Reiko Fukuda, and Tomohiro Fukuda.

Ran Mouri's gaze immediately fell on the name 'Tomohiro Fukuda'.

A subtle, sharp pain shot through my heart.

The person is clearly still alive, but is already dead.

The past is gone, all relatives and friends are gone, and I am all alone in this world.

How can one avoid self-loathing, self-destruction, and self-abandonment?

As the chanting began, Ran Mouri lit an incense stick and bowed deeply in silent prayer.

'Please bless Mr. Qingze so that he may be free from that organization, and that he may find happiness...'

Listening to the chanting coming from the other end of the headphones, Qingze felt neither joy nor sorrow.

Even if he has forgotten the past, he knows clearly that he is not Tomohiro Fukuda.

That name may have once belonged to this body, but now he is called Qingze.

Forgotten past events will not simply vanish with the wind; he will never forget the debts that need to be collected.

He will go and see that family.

but not now.

The temple's wind chimes trembled gently in the breeze, and as I stepped out of the main hall, bright sunlight bathed me.

The sounds of boys and girls laughing and joking could be heard from not far away. They were walking through the temple, chatting and playing around. There was no life-or-death crisis, no need to be cautious, just the ordinary life of high school students.

Ran Mouri looked at her classmates and couldn't help but think of Aozawa again.

If he hadn't ended up in that organization, Qingze would probably be in the same situation, enjoying his university life in a relaxed and happy way.

Instead of exhausting themselves fighting wits and courage against various organizations, walking on the edge of a cliff where they could fall at any moment.

"Mr. Qingze, I will definitely help you."

She spoke softly, as if making some kind of promise.

Qingze heard it.

He neither refuted nor agreed.

Can Ran Mouri help him?

maybe.

But that only ensures that they are not exposed when they switch bodies.

That's all she could do.

Her kindness destined them to never become accomplices or conspirators.