Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

[Mr. Qingze, I've arrived at the dormitory. Are you hurt?]

It was only at times like these, when all sight around her had completely disappeared, that she could send a message to Qingze.

The messages from the other side were replied to almost instantly.

I'm fine. You should rest well and not arouse suspicion.

Qingze held the phone in one hand, his thumb twitching, typing at a speed no slower than usual.

Upon seeing the reply, Ran Mouri breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that Mr. Qingze is alright.

I wouldn't lie to her about something like this.

They found my bulletproof vest...

Qingze raised an eyebrow slightly.

How was it discovered?

Ran Mouri typed out Shuichi Akai's suspicions and their reasoning.

Looking at the long string of text on the screen, Qingze smiled jokingly.

See? This is the benefit of wearing a disguise.

Even if Shuichi Akai had suspicions, he couldn't connect them to Koniak.

But isn't Shuichi Akai being a bit too arrogant? He's already faked his death, yet he still dares to show his face.

Due to excessive blood loss, Vermouth was in a daze and looked pained. Her simple wounds were still bleeding, and the seat beneath her was almost soaked with blood. If she hadn't taken some emergency medication developed by the organization, she would have almost gone into shock.

But she stared at Qingze through the rearview mirror, her back teeth clenched.

Who are you talking to?

That damn guy, after kidnapping Xiaolan, he can still chat with her without any guilt!

Qingze ignored her completely, replied "I know," closed his phone, and rested with his eyes closed.

Vermouth gritted her teeth in anger.

She took out her phone to send a message to Xiaolan, but the usually simple action became extremely difficult at this moment, and both hands were in excruciating pain with every movement.

With blood-stained hands gripping the phone, he typed and deleted text repeatedly, but ultimately nothing was sent.

Chris Vineyard shouldn't know too much; her text message asking questions at this moment is illogical.

The car fell silent instantly, save for the thick, pungent smell of blood, a metallic, acrid stench that permeated the enclosed space. It was so thick it seemed to solidify the air, seeping into every crevice and making one's throat tighten.

Vermouth felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, but it was precisely at times like these that she couldn't close her eyes.

Despite the pain in her arm, she took out a cigarette case and used her teeth to pick out a cigarette.

"If you dare to light a cigarette, you're dead."

A light, airy voice came from the back seat, and the closed eyes opened.

Vermouth's jawline was taut, and the force with which she ground the cigarette butt crushed the black paper tube.

"Xiaolan should really see you like this, and see if she still likes you."

Vermouth was furious at the thought of it, and this anger was far more effective than the stimulating effect of cigarettes.

Qingze chuckled.

This woman was truly bewitched by her angel.

At a time like this, he actually dared to make threatening remarks and provoke him.

He looked languidly up at me, slightly raising his eyes.

"I don't smoke, I don't drink excessively, I have a regular sleep schedule, I eat healthily, I have no bad habits, I'm gentle and considerate, and I'm handsome. What reason does she have not to like me?"

The driver, Vodka, twitched his lips violently.

He doesn't deny the others, but gentle and considerate? Koniak, you're just trying to glorify yourself.

Also, didn't they say they were breaking up this morning? Now they're saying there's no reason for them not to like me.

You keep contradicting yourself, doesn't your face hurt?

Vermouth laughed in exasperation, and her head cleared up.

"Aren't you afraid that she'll find out the truth one day if you use a lie to deceive her?"

"none of your business."

"She is my student!"

Qingze twirled the lighter in his hand, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"I'm your student too, so why don't you protect me like this?"

Vermouth sneered, "A student who murdered his teacher?"

The lighter cap snapped shut, and Qingze leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.

Why do you think you're still alive and sitting here?

"Vermouth, your kindness has its limits. Next time, you will die."

Vermouth remained silent.

Seeing the two arguing and about to start fighting, Vodka remained calm and instead showed great interest in watching the drama unfold.

This trip today was really worth it!

How often do you see these two arguing over the same person?

Too much value!

However, Koniak could understand what kind of magic Ran Mouri possessed because of his love for her.

But is Vermouth only because she is a teacher?

Could it be that Ran Mouri is actually her daughter with Kogoro Mouri?

But that doesn't make sense, they don't look alike...

He was making wild guesses in his mind, but his driving was perfectly steady.

Vermouth took a deep breath and slumped completely into her seat, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

“When you were little…” she drawled, a hint of sarcasm and wistfulness in her voice, “you were much cuter than you are now.”

Qingze remained noncommittal, merely glancing at her with an eyelid lift, his tone as flat as if stating an insignificant fact:

"You think I was cute when I was a child only because I was weak and you were strong. The 'cuteness' comes from your condescending view."

"Now that the perspective has changed, the adjectives used to describe me have become different."

"The reason is that I am growing while you have been standing still. Once the only chance to attack me is gone, just like now, you have no power to fight back against me."

Qingze felt no anger or hatred towards Vermouth's attempt to kill him; he remained calm to the point of indifference.

Organizations are places where you can't expect villains to have any morality or ethics, and you can never trust the people around you with the confidence to turn your back on them.

If someone is seriously injured during a mission, the first to kill them will be their own people.

Therefore, he was a loner, did not form groups with others, and had no partners or followers.

Chapter 127 Gin doesn't know anything about love!

Vermouth smirked. "Your commentary on this is quite objective."

"But do you really think you're right for her? You're completely different people. She's a kind person and could never fall in love with a killer. Besides, relationships require honesty, not deception. Your deception will only hurt her."

Hearing Vermouth's almost heartfelt words, Qingze raised an eyebrow.

He was genuinely curious about what Ran Mouri had done to make Vermouth care so much about her.

He maintained his persona, saying nonchalantly:

"She'll never know, so it's not called deception."

How far is forever? Who can guarantee that everything will go as you wish?

"Then let's follow Gin's suggestion and lock him up."

Vermouth instantly exploded, choking on blood.

"Gin doesn't know anything about love!"

Vodka: "..."

If you're talking about Ran Mouri, just talk about Ran Mouri. Why bring up the older brother?

Aoze's lips curled into a mocking smile as he relentlessly stirred up hatred towards Gin.

"How could he not understand? He seriously suggested that I lock him up."

"He also suggested that I pull her into the darkness, let her fall into the darkness with me, so that we wouldn't be able to leave each other."

Vermouth exuded a thick black aura, her expression ferocious and terrifying, as if she wanted to shoot Gin dead.

Koniak's personality is already complicated, and if she's taught like this by Gin, what will become of her Ran?

Vodka: "..."

No, how did you guys end up targeting the older brother with your conversation?

Is that what the older brother meant?

Didn't you scoff at it back then?

"So...you want to drag her into the darkness?"

Vermouth's voice was cold as she stared intently at the person in the rearview mirror.

Qingze remained silent for a while, and just when Vodka thought he wouldn't answer, he sighed softly.

"I thought about it."

His voice was very soft, dreamlike, as if it had touched upon the deepest thoughts in one's heart.

"But she should live a good life in the sunshine, clean, free, bright, and resilient... instead of being with us..."

Seeing this person rarely reveal their true thoughts, Vermouth felt relieved.

Fortunately.

This person is not beyond redemption.

"Then you should stay away from her. The sun may be bright, but if you get too close, you'll get burned. If you want to possess her, you'll only be like a moth drawn to a flame, courting your own destruction."

If this hadn't happened, she would have just wanted to observe her angel from afar and see that she was alright.

Qingze looked out the window at the rapidly receding night. The city was pitch black in the dead of night, and the gnarled trees looked like terrifying ghost claws.

His voice was as light as a breeze, as if it could be blown away at any moment.

"I've tried, but I can't do it..."

"I've been away from her for almost half a month, and I'm damn desperately wanting to see her..."

Even though he knew they weren't on the same wavelength, and he had been avoiding her, he still saw her and couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

Vermouth sensed the seriousness in Koniak's words.

He really cares about Ran Mouri.

However, getting closer isn't done this way, and you shouldn't use people the other person cares about to provoke them, as this will only push them further away.

She sighed and resignedly began to correct Koniak's clumsy approach to love.

It's impossible to get him to let go; he himself said he couldn't do it.

Then we can only let Lan Shao suffer some harm.

"There's nothing wrong with liking someone, but you're using the wrong approach..."

Vodka's ears stood up like antennas.