Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Aren't you going in with me?" Hattori Heiji asked, puzzled.

Conan shook his head.

"let's go."

Qingze got off the recliner and sat down at the tea table next to him. When he saw Ran Mouri come in, he gestured for her to sit down.

Do you know how to brew tea?

Ran Mouri nodded.

"Make me a pot of tea."

Ran Mouri sat down opposite him, looked at Aozawa who seemed no different from usual, and gave a faint smile.

She took out tea leaves from the teapot and said as she brewed the tea:

"I thought Mr. Qingze might want to have a drink at a time like this."

"To numb the brain with alcohol?" Qingze scoffed.

"Isn't this how most people cope with their sorrows?"

Where do you see any sorrow in me?

Ran Mouri's eyes crinkled into crescents. "Yes, Mr. Aozawa has nothing to worry about."

Qingze turned his head to look out the window. "There's nothing to worry about. No one's life can be relived, and no one can go back to the past."

"Mr. Qingze has listened to many of my innermost thoughts, but I have never heard Mr. Qingze talk about his own innermost thoughts..."

Qingze glanced at her sideways, "She's not pretty, but she has pretty ideas."

She actually wanted to hear his secrets.

Ran Mouri puffed out her cheeks. "Can't you tell me?"

"I have nothing on my mind."

"I do not believe."

"Don't believe pull it down."

"Please, just tell me..."

Ran Mouri uses her charm and cuteness to get her way.

She used this trick once before, and it worked very well.

Qingze's lips curled into a wicked smile. "You draw a turtle on your face, then go out and tell everyone 'I'm an idiot,' and I'll tell you."

Mao Lilan: "..."

"Mr. Qingze, you are so naive."

She stopped drawing turtles after kindergarten.

"Tch!" Qingze rolled his eyes.

The tea was bubbling away, and seeing that Qingze was in a better mood, Ran Mouri's eyes crinkled as she poured him a cup of hot tea.

"Wait until the tea cools down before drinking it, otherwise it will burn your oral mucosa."

"Do you even need to remind me?"

Qingze didn't really want to drink tea; he just wanted to order Mouri Ran around.

"Is the car that came here today also Mr. Aozawa's?" Ran Mouri started a conversation with him.

"No, I just picked one randomly from the base."

"They can just pick any car they want? Is the organization that rich?"

"I have high authority."

Ran Mouri agreed.

"Who was it that met Mr. Qingze yesterday?"

"Vodka."

"If we find out the real murderer who killed your parents, what will Mr. Qingze do?"

Qingze turned his head away, refusing to answer her question.

Ran Mouri grabbed his shirt. "Can I do it? My mom is a really good lawyer. She'll definitely make them face the consequences!"

Seeing the hope in her eyes, Qingze curled his lips in a mocking smile.

"Shall we make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

Looking at this innocent girl, Qingze felt a pang of pity.

"Let's gamble on whether they will face legal consequences."

"What about the bet?"

"If you win the bet, it's that I won't harm them; if you lose..."

Qingze didn't say what he meant next, but he left it at that, and Ran understood what he meant.

"Okay!" Ran Mouri nodded vigorously.

Despite the many problems in society today, justice and the law still exist, and there are many righteous people. She will prove it to Qingze!

Chapter 138 I really can't argue with you at all.

The hotel's ground floor is quite large, with a lobby, restaurant, kitchen, restrooms, and several rooms not open to the public.

Although it was pouring rain outside, the hall was very peaceful.

The innkeeper stood by the window, watching the rain outside. Several members of the kendo club were playing cards around a table, while the waiter was cleaning.

One of the two men who had been watching them had disappeared, while the other man with a buzz cut was sitting on the sofa, seemingly watching TV, but actually keeping a close eye on the hotel owner's movements.

Heiji Hattori and Conan stood at the top of the stairs, whispering to each other.

"Where's the other person?"

"I don't know."

"Watch out for any weapons they may have."

"Ah."

If you're carrying a dagger or knife, it's fine, but if you're carrying a gun, it's dangerous.

Conan pulled a bugging device from his pocket, and under the pretense of looking for something on the ground, bumped into the man and secretly stuck the bugging device to the inside of the man's trouser leg.

Although the bugging device was discovered by the Black Organization several times, it proved exceptionally effective against unsuspecting ordinary people.

Perhaps they will be able to hear about the plans and movements of these two people.

If they intend to harm them, they can receive an early warning.

After adjusting his glasses, Conan gave an OK sign, and the two returned to the third floor.

Time passed slowly, and the lobby grew quieter and quieter. The kendo club members who had been playing cards returned to their rooms, and after confirming that no more guests would be coming, the innkeeper also returned to his room.

The hall was suddenly left with only the man with the buzz cut.

The man with the buzz cut finally moved.

He went to the landline phone and dialed a number.

The call was answered shortly afterward.

"Sir, we've followed them to the Red Maple Inn. What's next?"

There was no cell phone signal on the mountain, and it was pouring rain, so we could only communicate using a landline phone.

"Have they found anything?" came the voice of the butler, Kikuta, from the other end of the phone.

"No. They haven't started investigating yet; they've already gone to rest."

"Keep an eye on that innkeeper, and kill him if anything seems amiss."

Kikuta wasn't sure if the innkeeper knew anything, but he preferred to kill the innocent rather than let the guilty go free.

If anyone's to blame, it's Kogoro Mouri for actually finding his way here!

"What if Kogoro Mouri finds out?"

"Make it look like an accident, keep it clean."

"Yes."

"There's something else..." The man with the buzz cut hesitated, unsure whether he should say it.

The innkeeper seemed to recognize the young man who was with Kogoro Mouri, but he wasn't sure how important the matter was.

"what's up?"

After thinking about it, he ultimately decided not to say anything.

There's no need to add extra work for yourself.

"It's pouring rain here, and I'm worried it might affect communications. If anything happens, we might not be able to get in touch..."

Conan couldn't hear the voice on the other end of the phone through the bug, but he could deduce the general content of the conversation from the buzz-cut man's words.

Heiji Hattori was sitting next to Conan, listening as well.

"This is not a good situation..."

If he wanted to investigate, he would definitely have to continue contacting the hotel owner, but contacting the hotel owner would bring him danger.

Conan raised his head slightly, his glasses reflecting a cold white light.

"Either we subdue them directly, or we turn the tables and catch them red-handed!"

He has a tranquilizer dart in his watch that can instantly kill one person, and he should be able to subdue the other person, whether it's his uncle, Ran, or Hattori.

The only thing to be wary of is the guns they might have.

"Let's discuss it with your uncle."

"it is good."

It was already past 10 p.m., and Ran Mouri was still sitting opposite Aozawa, who was slowly swirling his tea, which had long since gone cold.

"That Mr. Yamada clearly knows something but doesn't intend to say it. If it were Mr. Aozawa, how would you get him to talk about it?"

Ran Mouri earnestly asked for advice.

If it were Shinichi, he would set a trap, he would use trickery, he would tell me everything he found out, and use the "power" of a famous detective to pry open the other party's mouth and get them to compromise and cooperate.

Shinichi's approach is too difficult; she can't learn or imitate that absolute confidence and control of information that belongs to a detective.

Qingze glanced at her and spoke jokingly.

"I brought truth serum."

Ran Mouri was speechless for a moment.

That's a bit too simplistic and crude.

"If I were Mr. Qingze, what would I do in the face of such a difficulty?"

"Use truth serum."

Mao Lilan: "..."

She glared angrily at Qingze, emphasizing, "I'm talking about myself! I'm asking you to see things from my perspective, with my identity and current abilities, not by swapping bodies."

Qingze looked at her leisurely and deliberately said:

"This is assuming I'm you. The truth serum is right here in the room, why not use it? Your moral burden is too heavy."

“But that would hurt other people!” Ran Mouri disagreed.

this is not right.