Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Time is limited, but maintaining Ran Mouri's normal life is extremely urgent.

With housework temporarily relieved, I'm finally able to free up some time.

【OK. 】

Knowing that Qingze would come again tomorrow, Ran Mouri felt a little nervous, but also a little expectant.

The sudden change in her life should have filled her with fear, but Qingze was like a steady guide, holding her hand and leading her through the thick fog.

The fearful and helpless heart gradually calmed down.

She looked out the window. The night outside was peaceful, with a bright crescent moon hanging in the sky, quiet and lonely.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Qingze doesn't seem worried at all that I can't do it..."

Qingze assigned her homework and taught her things she had never encountered before, as if he had not considered the possibility of failure at all.

She hadn't felt this sense of being trusted in a long time, without any of the self-righteous protection she was given.

Because of its rarity, it is all the more precious.

Thinking about it, Ran Mouri suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"It's just being a guinea pig. I don't think I need to do anything, so what's there to believe or not believe..."

A sense of loss welled up inside me, like a damp sunflower yearning for sunshine that never comes.

"Being a guinea pig... Has Mr. Qingze been doing this all these years?"

She reached out and touched her hair; the silvery strands were wrapped around her fingertips, almost transparent.

Whether it's the loss of taste or the abnormally white hair and red eyes, these are all aftereffects of being used as guinea pigs.

I can't imagine what kind of treatment Qingze had gone through.

She looked down at the stack of documents on the table, and as she thought about it, she suddenly smiled.

"Having experienced hardship, yet still retaining one's true nature. The so-called 'bad guy' persona is clearly just playing the role of a bad person, not being one's true nature."

"Mr. Qingze is a master of saying one thing and meaning another."

Early in the morning.

Qingze was woken up by the alarm clock and stood in front of the wardrobe for three minutes.

It took me a while to mentally prepare myself before I finally put on the blue short skirt school uniform.

The skirt reached above his knees and mid-thighs, not exactly short, but it hung loosely, making him feel unusually insecure.

I always feel the wind blowing under my skirt after taking a few steps.

He struggled to control the urge to change his pants.

High school girls' uniforms are all skirts, no pants. He's Ran Mouri now, so he can't be too unconventional.

endure.

He endures.

Qingze gritted his teeth.

Sooner or later, we'll replace all your school uniforms with ugly tracksuits!

As he stepped out of the room, Conan looked over.

She brushed her teeth and washed her face. Although Ran's expression seemed no different from usual, Conan could sense that she wasn't happy.

"Sister Xiaolan, you don't seem very happy."

When Qingze turned around, he saw the child following behind him.

Conan's height reached her thighs, and she always felt that if he looked up, he could see under her skirt.

Conan suddenly sensed a dangerous look in Ran's eyes. He took a step back, scratched his head, and chuckled awkwardly, "What's wrong, Ran-neechan?"

"Don't tell Shinichi about me anymore." Aozawa glanced at him calmly and said this.

This sentence startled Conan, and that panic surged back into his heart. He was anxious but didn't know what to do.

“W-why!”

"He wanted to know my situation, so he came to ask me himself."

Qingze was just looking for an excuse to vent his anger; he really didn't like the kid getting too close.

Conan finally realized that there seemed to be a big problem between him and Ran, but he still couldn't figure out what it was.

Nothing much has happened recently, and it's no different from the days he's been away.

Qingze paid no attention to the child's feelings. She hummed an unknown tune as she cooked noodles for herself.

He also shared two bowls with Conan and Kogoro Mouri.

As he ate his noodles, Kogoro Mori noticed a change in his daughter's cooking skills. "Ran, why did you put so much chili in today?"

"I want it spicy."

If you can eat spicy food, of course you should eat spicy food. What's the point of bland, watery food?

As for whether the detective will become suspicious of him because of this...

casual.

Whether it's a second personality or possession by a ghost, what can they do to him once they discover it?

He's already giving us a lot of face by agreeing to play Ran Mouri.

A perfectly fried sunny-side-up egg is bitten into, revealing a crispy outer layer and a runny yolk inside.

Qingze smiled, unable to hide his joy.

If I can enjoy delicious food, wearing a short skirt isn't so bad.

Conan watched her eat and always felt that she ate with extra relish, and before he knew it, his own bowl was empty.

A spicy sensation surged onto his tongue, so he poured himself a glass of water and gulped it down.

"Dad, remember to wash the dishes and tidy up the kitchen. I'll be checking when I get back!"

Leaving behind a message, Qingze went to school with his backpack, followed by Conan.

Yesterday, he looked at the map and took some time to memorize all the routes around the area to avoid encountering unfamiliar roads.

Aozawa didn't seem inclined to speak. Conan, standing beside him, tried to say something, but then hesitated, unsure of what to say.

Until we came to a fork in the road.

"Conan!"

Ayumi waved excitedly at him from not far away, with Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ai Haibara carrying a schoolbag and looking indifferent beside her.

Aozawa's gaze fell on Ai Haibara's short brown hair, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Such an unusual hair color reminded him of someone.

Using the alias Ai Haibara, but actually being Shiho Miyano, she suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

He looked around cautiously, but found nothing unusual.

It wasn't the kind of subconscious shiver you get when you encounter someone from the organization, but where did this chill come from?

Qingze smiled and waved to them before walking alone toward the school.

Conan stood beside the Detective Boys, watching Ran's retreating figure, feeling a strange sense of melancholy.

What exactly went wrong between him and Xiaolan?

Chapter 14 But she didn't know

Several children were going to school together with their backpacks when Ayumi noticed that Conan and Ai seemed a little distracted.

"Conan, Ai, what's wrong with you two? You both look like you have something on your mind."

Conan and Ai Haibara exchanged a glance, both noticing each other's absent-mindedness.

Conan frowned and noticed that Ai Haibara's face was pale. His heart skipped a beat. Could it be the organization?

He leaned closer to Haibara and asked in a low voice, "Did you spot the Black Organization?"

Ai Haibara shook her head. "No."

"Then what's wrong with you?"

"I was just thinking about some bad things."

Conan lowered his eyes and chuckled inwardly. He thought he had run into someone from the organization, but this was all?

Ai Haibara glanced at her sideways. "But you, the Great Detective, seem a bit distracted. Is something wrong with your love life?"

When this was mentioned, Conan sighed and also wanted to ask Haibara for advice on relationship issues.

After all, being a girl herself, Haibara should be able to see where the problem lies.

"Xiaolan has been much colder towards me lately. I called her twice in the past few days, and this was the first time she hung up on me on her own initiative..."

What do you talk to her about on the phone?

"Of course, we'll talk about the cases we've encountered recently and explain my reasoning."

Ai Haibara couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Deserve it!"

"Hey!"

"She finally gets to talk to you on the phone. Instead of caring about her life or whether she's doing well, you talk about cases and deductions. Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

Conan fell silent.

He spoke in a low voice, his tone tinged with helplessness and bitterness.

“I’m with her every day. I know everything she does, what she encounters, and what happens to her. I subconsciously forgot to ask her about these things…”

He was involved in Ran's life every day, but he used the identity of Conan Edogawa.

Those narratives about reasoning and cases have become a habit for Shinichi Kudo.

Hasn't this happened many times before?

"But she didn't know."

Haibara spoke in a cold voice, with a hint of pity and a secret, unspoken joy that she herself found difficult to express.

The words "She doesn't know" made Conan fall silent again.

The distance between him and Xiaolan was more than just a phone call.

They were separated by a dangerous, dark chasm, by layers of lies that she didn't want to know.

He didn't want Xiaolan to set foot in those places, nor did he want her to be exposed to those dangers.

Therefore, Conan Edogawa is just Conan Edogawa, not Shinichi Kudo.

The three little ones turned around and looked at the two who had unknowingly fallen several steps behind them. Ayumi grumbled in dissatisfaction:

"Conan and Ai are whispering to each other again."

"That's it!"

……

Aozawa soon arrived at the gate of Teitan High School, where groups of energetic young men and women chatted and joked.

Even the wind blowing in my face is filled with the warmth of sunshine, leaves, and youthful exuberance.

The fake smile on the girl's face suddenly faded a little, her eyelids drooped slightly, and the light in her eyes was obscured, leaving a deathly stillness in Ran Mouri's azure eyes.

This scene is truly disgusting and completely out of place with him.

He was like a lost soul, exposed to the sunlight. What seemed like warmth to outsiders brought him only a fine, burning pain, as if his soul was gradually evaporating.

"Xiaolan!"

A voice came from afar and quickly approached.