Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Are you pretending to be a wooden doll? Come and change my dressing."

Ran Mouri instantly snapped out of her daze and rushed over, asking, "How's Mr. Aozawa's wound?"

Qingze didn't answer her. He walked into the bathroom, leaned against the sink, and raised his left arm.

"Remove the bandages."

Ran Mouri cleared her mind of all the random thoughts and began to carefully remove the bandages.

"This injury was sustained during the standoff, wasn't it?"

She thought she heard the sound of bullets hitting something.

Qingze didn't answer her, but just watched as the bandages wrapped around half of his arm were gradually unwrapped.

The wound was quickly exposed, and it was extremely gruesome. In addition to the bullet wound, there was also a long surgical suture.

My heart ached, and I felt a little tearful.

"Was it a bone injury, and did you have surgery?"

She sniffed, held back her tears, and looked up at him.

Qingze's face remained expressionless; such minor injuries were nothing out of the ordinary.

He examined the wound; it was a little red and swollen, but there were no signs of pus. He said he could change the dressing once a day for the next few days, and then once every three days thereafter.

Without answering her question, Qingze instructed her on how to operate the system:

"Wash your hands thoroughly, then apply iodine solution to disinfect them..."

Ran Mouri obediently did as she was told, using cotton swabs to gently clean the tissue fluid seeping from the wound.

She moved very gently, afraid of causing further injury and reopening the wound.

Qingze found it amusing to see her like this. "At this rate, I'll be standing here until lunchtime."

Ran Mouri bit her lower lip, feeling extremely distressed.

"Mr. Qingze doesn't take good care of himself at all."

You're injured, and instead of resting properly, you drive all the way here. What if your wound gets worse or infected?

Qingze lowered his eyes slightly, "If I didn't cherish it, you wouldn't be standing here now."

If he hadn't taken care of his health, he would have died long ago.

"You lied to me and said you weren't injured!" Ran Mouri got angry just thinking about it.

"Why tell you? To make you feel guilty and cry? I've already said, your moral burden is too heavy, this wound has nothing to do with you."

Ran Mouri sighed deeply and changed her approach to persuading him.

"I hope Mr. Qingze can be more honest... If I was injured without knowing it, and then we suddenly switched bodies, I wouldn't be able to detect the injury in a short time, which could easily cause the injury to worsen..."

"Alright, I'll tell you. Hurry up."

Qingze thought she was too slow and just wanted to finish bandaging the wound as soon as possible.

Ran Mouri quickened her pace a bit, changing the dressing, re-bandaging, and tying a bow at the end.

Qingze smirked silently and let her be.

After putting on the shirt, Qingze slowly buttoned it up one button at a time. It wasn't easy to button it with one hand, and he just couldn't get the button on his chest to go in.

Ran Mouri reached out and carefully helped him fasten the remaining buttons.

Qingze looked down at her; the girl's face was gentle yet earnest. He looked at her for a while, then looked away.

After buttoning his shirt, Ran Mouri straightened his collar and nodded in satisfaction.

Qingze glanced at the mirror. "I'll trouble the maid to put my coat on for me as well."

"What little maid, really..." Although she muttered, Ran Mouri still helped him get his coat.

"Hand out."

Qingze smiled slightly and obediently reached out his hand, letting her help him put on his clothes.

The distance was quite close, and the girl's faint fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

What does your shampoo smell like?

"Huh?" Ran Mouri was taken aback by his sudden question.

She grabbed a handful of hair and sniffed it, but there was no smell.

"It must be the smell of the hotel's shampoo, I didn't really pay attention to what it smelled like..."

"It's alright, it smells nice."

"Really?" Ran Mouri sniffed carefully again, but still couldn't smell anything.

"I can't smell anything. Your nose is too sensitive."

Qingze straightened his clothes and looked in the mirror.

The person in the mirror has red eyes, is neatly dressed, and has a lazy posture.

"People are naturally not very sensitive to their own scent, so it's normal not to smell it. However, scent is a unique identifier, something that evokes a strong sense of memory. If you're going on a mission, it's best not to have any scent on you..."

As he spoke, he walked to the table to eat breakfast.

Ran Mouri followed him and sat down across the table, resting her chin on her hand.

"So, the shampoo and shower gel you use are unscented."

Most people have various scents on them. Sonoko has a fresh, sweet scent. She has a habit of spraying perfume when she goes out, applying a little to her neck and wrists. It's a light, subtle fragrance that's not strong and smells very nice.

Sera smelled of laundry detergent and had a youthful, energetic vibe.

Conan smells like laundry detergent from home, and he also smells a bit of sweat after exercising.

Ai's scent is a bit crisp, just like her personality.

My own father smelled of smoke, and if he had been drinking, he also smelled of alcohol.

But Qingze had almost no scent on him; everything he used was fragrance-free.

"Why would you want a fragrance? To attract bees to collect nectar?"

Ran Mouri chuckled for a moment, then got down to business.

"A mudslide occurred last night, flooding the road up the mountain. It's estimated it will take several days to clear it, and communication is also down. The hotel can only use a generator to generate electricity during mealtimes..."

"If you want to take a shower, you should do so after you finish eating, while the water heater is still powered on..."

"Ah."

Seeing that Qingze was not surprised by the matter, Ran realized that he must have known about the mudslide last night.

His sleep must have always been very light.

"Mr. Qingze, what are your plans for today? The rain has stopped, and the weather outside is lovely. Would you like to go see the autumn leaves?"

Qingze glanced at the red maple leaves outside the window and nodded.

"Row."

Chapter 141 I hope you'll always be this happy.

Too lazy to wear colored contact lenses, Qingze put on a pair of black sunglasses instead.

Ran Mouri returned to her room with a canvas bag bulging with things.

Upon reaching the lobby on the first floor, Qingze saw Kogoro Mouri holding a bottle of beer, looking like best buddies, with his arm around the shoulder of a man with a buzz cut.

Conan and Heiji Hattori have disappeared, and the innkeeper hasn't seen them either.

Qingze glanced at it and walked straight out of the hotel.

The sun was shining brightly outside; the autumn sun wasn't scorching, and it felt exceptionally comfortable on the skin.

Vast expanses of red maple leaves dot the mountains and forests, offering breathtaking views from every vantage point.

Ran Mouri walked briskly into the red maple forest in the mountains, occasionally letting out a gasp of amazement.

Qingze followed behind with his hands in his pockets, his boot heels crunching over the fallen maple leaves on the ground with a soft "click" sound.

I glanced at the mountain scenery casually, without it taking over my attention at all.

Watching Ran Mouri running around, looking at things, and occasionally squatting down to pick at leaves, he didn't even realize that the corners of his mouth were quietly turning up.

"Mr. Qingze, look!" Ran Mouri suddenly jumped up, holding a maple leaf between her fingers, and presented it to Qingze like a treasure.

"This maple leaf is so perfect!"

The leaves are perfectly shaped, with beautiful veins and a uniform red color; they are truly perfect.

"It's pretty, I'll keep it as a bookmark."

Ran Mouri nodded, admired the leaf for a while, and then carefully put it into her bag.

The red maple leaves are vibrant, the mountains and forests are serene, people are humming songs nearby, and even the mountain breeze carries a comforting scent.

Qingze turned to look at her, "What song is this?"

"Huh? Mr. Aozawa, haven't you heard of it? This is Yoko Okino's latest single, it's really popular."

"I haven't paid attention to it."

"Ms. Yoko has many great songs, I have so many albums at home..."

“I’ve seen it…” Qingze’s lips twitched.

It was all bought by Kogoro Mouri, and it filled an entire cabinet.

An older male fan, whose love for his idol is exceptionally sincere.

"Can Mr. Aozawa sing?" Ran Mouri asked curiously as she twirled a maple leaf she had just picked.

He remembered that Mr. Fukuda Kishimoto said that Aozawa had great musical talent.

Even though I know it's a lie, there must be some basis in reality, right?

"The rain is pattering outside the window, it's either a robbery or a biohazard... just like you, my beloved, gunfights with robbers and Godzilla..."

"what?"

Ran Mouri was bewildered as he suddenly sang a verse.

"What song is this?"

It's catchy and has a catchy rhythm, but... the lyrics are a bit weird?

"It's nothing." Qingze's lips curled into a strange smile.

The background music that occasionally pops into my head when I'm up to something.

"Keep singing yours."

Ran Mouri gave him a puzzled look, then continued humming, but this time much louder.

With the singing as my accompaniment, I felt inexplicably happy.

Qingze picked up a tree branch.

The broken tree branch has a rather peculiar shape, with its branches twisted into an arc and its tip pointed, like a scimitar.

He picked it up and swung it around, the sound of wind cutting through the air as he did so; it really did feel like a knife.

Have you ever seen a peerless divine sword?

Ran Mouri tilted her head, looking puzzled.

Qingze put one hand in his pocket, while the branch in his right hand twirled and spun rapidly around his wrist, creating a blur of motion and a whooshing sound.

After finishing, he placed the branch behind his back with one hand and raised his chin.

A gust of wind swept by, making his bangs stick up.

"Look, this is the peerless divine blade."

Ran Mouri blinked, as if she saw a big cat proudly showing off its skills.