Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Ran Mouri imitated Aozawa's way of speaking last time, her sincerity tinged with honesty as she frankly revealed her despicable thoughts.

What could Kogoro Mouri say?

Cursing someone in your heart is already quite gentle.

Some extremists are probably already planning how to take revenge themselves.

The fact that Qingze is so calm is probably largely due to his amnesia.

Without memories, there are naturally fewer related emotions.

"Please don't tell Mr. Mori about the Matsui family either."

"Why?" Kogoro Mouri asked, puzzled.

Shouldn't normal people all yearn to reunite with their loved ones?

“To me, they are all strangers. And it’s been more than ten years; my existence is a thing of the past for them. I don’t want to suddenly have more relatives.”

Ran Mouri asked Aozawa about this when they were in the red maple forest.

Aozawa did not want to return to the identity of Fukuda Tomohiro, nor did he want to have any more unfamiliar relatives.

Ran Mouri could tell that this was the truth.

Although she felt it was too lonely, Ran Mouri respected Aozawa's choice.

Kogoro Mouri could understand Aozawa's choice.

"Alright then, I won't mention you to Ms. Matsui."

He hasn't gone to the Matsui family to inform the client of the situation yet.

What are you talking about?

Sonoko Suzuki was completely confused.

Sera Masumi seemed to understand something, "Is it about Mr. Aozawa's family?"

At Qingze's signal, Ran Mouri gave a dismissive smile.

"I'm sorry, this is my private matter, please don't pry into it."

Faced with such a direct rejection, Sera Masumi didn't dare to ask any further questions.

“Sitting here is boring. Mr. Qingze has a media room where we can sing karaoke, watch movies, and play games. Let’s go have some fun.”

The girl held Sera Masumi's hand with one hand and Suzuki Sonoko's hand with the other, pulling them into the video room.

"Dad, come too! We can watch Yoko's latest movies here, and the experience is just as good as in a movie theater..."

Kogoro Mouri's eyes lit up immediately.

After settling everyone in, Qingze closed the door to the audiovisual room and gestured for Ran Mouri to come with him.

Suddenly being alone with him, Ran Mouri's previously calm heart immediately tensed up, and she dared not look him in the eye.

There's no way around it; if you do something wrong, you have a guilty conscience and are afraid of being discovered.

Have you bought all the groceries?

"I bought it."

Qingze opened the refrigerator, which was full of things; Ran Mouri had bought quite a lot.

He grabbed a box of ice cream and prepared to eat.

Ran Mouri whispered a reminder from the side, "Um... your period is almost here..."

Qingze paused in his unpacking, then silently put the package back down.

He didn't want to experience that kind of menstrual cramp again.

He pulled a lollipop from his pocket, tore open the wrapper with annoyance, and popped it into his mouth.

While eating a lollipop, Qingze looked at her with a puzzled expression, "Why are you acting so strange today?"

Her eyes darted around, as if she didn't dare to face him.

Ran Mouri was startled!

My toes instinctively gripped the soles of my shoes.

She's been found out! Was she that obvious?

Qingze, with a lollipop in his mouth, looked at Ran Mouri, who had suddenly blushed, with a puzzled expression.

What did you do while I was away?

"I didn't do anything," Ran Mouri said, trying to appear calm.

She cleaned up all the traces, so Mr. Qingze would never find out!

"You're blushing."

Qingze ruthlessly pointed out a fact.

The young man's eyes widened instantly. He hurriedly touched his face, trying to use the reflection from the refrigerator door to see if his face was red.

Qingze watched as Ran Mouri lost her composure because of something he said.

He curled his lips slightly, crossed his arms, and laughed teasingly, "You didn't actually go to watch porn, did you?"

The only thing that could make Ran Mouri panic, be too embarrassed to tell anyone, and blush after being exposed is something like this.

In short, Qingze watched as his face visibly turned red.

An overwhelming feeling of shame and anger welled up inside Ran Mouri, making her want to bury her head in the refrigerator.

Seeing Qingze's increasingly mocking laughter, she suddenly felt a sense of despair.

"You did it on purpose! You said those things on purpose!!"

The young man's face flushed red as he glared angrily at the girl in front of him, unable to tell whether it was from embarrassment or anger.

Seeing his face like this, Qingze couldn't bear to look at it.

If this happened in an organization, they would be bullied to death.

There was no sound from the media room, and the door remained closed.

Aozawa took some fruit from the refrigerator and started washing it in the sink, letting Ran Mouri calm herself down first.

Seeing that Ran Mouri's blush had faded, he then said:

"The reason I brought this up is because watching pornography can indeed be a form of desensitization training for you. If you blush when you see nudity, then watching more nudity will raise your threshold, and you won't blush so easily anymore."

"However, this training isn't very important. Since you don't understand it, I won't mention it again."

He took out the washed fruit, and without even looking at Ran Mouri's expression, he started cutting it into pieces with a knife.

Ran Mouri pouted and scribbled on the ground with her toes.

"Why can you talk about this so calmly?"

Could he be very experienced?

I'm feeling a bit unhappy and down.

"I've been observed too much."

Qingze casually brought up his own affairs, and with a snap, he cut an apple in half with the knife in his hand.

"Being a guinea pig means there's no dignity involved."

Face is merely a byproduct of dignity. When dignity is trampled underfoot, so-called shame and embarrassment are insignificant.

Chapter 165 Your Little Girlfriend is Cute

Ran Mouri instantly conjured up a scene in her mind: a naked boy being forced to face all sorts of experimental personnel.

They evaluated and observed, their eyes cold and indifferent, as if examining an object rather than a person.

"Most people like to talk about things that revolve around cigarettes, alcohol, and women, especially those who walk the line between life and death."

"They would use all sorts of ways to vent their stress, the most common and most frequent being sex, and they never hid it."

"If you blush just because someone talks about this kind of thing, you'd be bullied to death in the organization by now..."

If you're good-looking, people won't care whether you're a man or a woman.

Ran Mouri watched him calmly recount these events, her feelings a complex mix of emotions.

She has only scratched the surface of Koniak's life so far.

Qingze rarely mentions those past events.

For Qingze, such a seemingly insignificant transformation as his skin tone might represent a period of growth and struggle unknown to others.

"Has Mr. Qingze experienced this?" she asked softly.

"The kind of thing you're referring to?"

"sex."

Perhaps it was because of what Qingze just said that this word wasn't so difficult to say.

Qingze turned around and raised an eyebrow at her.

Ran Mouri was a little nervous, though she didn't know why.

"I have observed many."

After saying that, Qingze picked up the cut fruit and went to the media room.

Watching the girl's retreating figure, Ran Mouri clutched her heart.

My heart seemed to be beating a little faster, and a sense of joy kept spreading through me, filling my heart with happiness.

A dispute is taking place in the media room: Kogoro Mouri wants to watch a movie, Sonoko Suzuki wants to sing karaoke, and Masumi Sera is trying to smooth things over.

"You can sing karaoke anywhere, why do you have to sing it here!"

"Isn't it better to watch movies in a theater? Why do we have to watch them here?"

Neither of them would give in; it was like sparks clashing with lightning.

Qingze came in at just the right moment, carrying a bowl of fruit. "What's wrong?"

"Why is it Ran who brought the fruit? Where's Aozawa?" Kogoro Mouri was unusually annoyed.

Who sends fruit to guests?

"Mr. Qingze is preparing dinner, so I brought the fruit over."

Hearing that Aozawa was making dinner, Kogoro Mouri was surprised, "He's making it himself?"

There aren't many men who can cook.

Especially when you're already quite wealthy.

"Ah."

"Then let's go help too." Sonoko thought it would be better to help with the cooking and not argue with this stinky old man.

“Okay.” Sera Masumi nodded.

"Dad, go watch the movie. We'll call you when it's time to eat."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Kogoro Mouri enjoyed the moment all to himself.

With Sonoko and Sera around, he wasn't afraid of Aozawa and Ran being alone.

"Thank you for coming to help." Ran Mouri, wearing the blue fur coat, smiled at the two people who came to help.

What do you need to do?

Qingze assigned them tasks: "Prepare the shrimp, wash and chop the potatoes, peel the garlic..."

The kitchen was bustling with activity, and the group chatted as they worked.

Sonoko would occasionally ask questions about Aozawa, and Ran Mouri would answer fluently.

"Mr. Qingze, have you ever been in a relationship before?"

No.