Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Conan really didn't dare to think about what would happen to Ran if Aozawa were Koniak.

this is too scary.

"There are many people in the world who look alike. For example, Kaito Kid looks a lot like me, and Okita Souji from Osaka also looks a lot like me..."

Kaito Kid has stolen his account countless times, and Okita Souji looks remarkably similar to him, except for the difference in hairstyle and skin color.

Is it possible that Qingze and Koniak are not the same person?

"Furthermore, Haibara didn't react when she saw him..."

Haibara's radar is still useful today.

Koniak was the one who almost strangled her to death; if it really was Koniak, she couldn't have been unresponsive.

Subaru Okiya looked down at the boy who had lost his composure because of Ran and was trying to persuade him in various ways, and adjusted his glasses.

"Since we can't be sure, let's not be sure yet, but it's always good to pay more attention to this person."

"Ah."

……

Qingze was already quite used to menstruation.

Although I've been careful, I still feel a bit unwell, but I can still do normal activities without any severe pain.

They were ordered not to go out, and even on weekends, they had to stay at home.

Qingze curled up on the sofa on the second floor, eating potato chips and watching TV out of boredom.

Kogoro Mouri sat in his special chair next to him, holding a newspaper with current events in his hand.

He seemed to be looking at it very carefully, but Qingze knew that the newspaper inside was a horse racing newspaper.

Even with his allowance limited, he remained passionate about horse racing.

Three days have passed since I last encountered Gin.

It's been three days, and Gin hasn't shown up again.

At first, Kogoro Mouri was extremely nervous, but as time passed and Gin did not reappear, he began to relax.

There was no other way; it was impossible to take the initiative to catch an elusive assassin. All we could do was wait passively, and it was inevitable that our nerves would relax.

"Dad, I want to go out."

Qingze stuffed a potato chip into his mouth, and the chip was crushed with a crunch.

Although he is mostly a homebody, not wanting to go out is different from being forced not to go out.

"No, who knows when Gin will show up? What if we run into him as soon as we go out!"

Kogoro Mouri flatly rejected the idea.

“Maybe he’s already lost interest in me?” Qingze spoke again.

Gin, that busy man, only came by on a whim last time. He tried to pull out his hair but failed. If he wants to appear again, he'll have to wait until he finishes all his tasks.

But of course, this cannot be said to Kogoro Mouri.

Qingze was somewhat depressed.

I should have known better than to call in reinforcements last time and let him pull the plug.

"no!"

Kogoro Mouri still refused.

He wouldn't be afraid of ordinary thugs, but that was an assassin! An extremely skilled assassin that even the FBI couldn't catch!

"When exactly am I supposed to be able to leave the house...?" Qingze had a headache.

"We need to wait a while longer to make sure that Gin really won't show up again."

Aozawa's lips twitched slightly, relieved that Kogoro Mouri hadn't said they couldn't leave until Gin was dead.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He didn't look at it immediately, but stood up, turned off the TV, and said to Kogoro Mouri:

"Dad, I'm going upstairs to do my homework."

"Go."

Ran Mouri is standing in front of the dressing mirror, changing her clothes.

This time the notification was given very urgently, at 4 PM, and the location was the same hospital as before.

However, this time no one came to pick her up, and she had to go by herself.

"Mr. Qingze, should I wear a wig? Or should I bleach my hair?"

"No need, just change into your old clothes."

The girl's voice came from the other end of the phone, unusually calm.

Applying electrode pads requires contact with the scalp, so wearing a wig would look out of place, and there's no need to bleach your hair.

It's not like we're on a mission, there's no need to be so meticulous about the exact likeness.

"You can't wear headphones this time, it'll give you away. I've already told you what to say these past few nights, so you'll have to figure it out yourself."

Ran Mouri was a little nervous. The fact that Aozawa couldn't provide on-site guidance made her feel insecure, but she still nodded.

After doing so many practice problems, you'll eventually face an exam, and there won't always be off-site reminders.

The first time was a newbie perk, but she would only interact with the organization more and more using Qingze's body afterward, and she couldn't afford to become dependent on it.

Taking a deep breath, she put on her helmet, got on her motorcycle, and headed out.

Same old place, same Fiano.

Even though he was almost strangled to death last time, Fiano's attitude towards Coniac remained unchanged.

Clearly, this wasn't the first time he had nearly died at the hands of Koniak.

Seeing that Koniak had changed his look, he looked him up and down, his tone teasing:

"Oh, you got a haircut?"

Ran Mouri gave him a cold glance and completely ignored him.

Seeing that he ignored him, Fiano shrugged and got straight to the point.

"Come with me."

Perhaps because they knew he was injured, they skipped all the preliminary blood tests and examinations this time.

Ran Mouri followed Fiano into a room that was very similar to the one they had been in before, except that the equipment inside had been changed.

Compared to the seemingly rudimentary helmet from last time, this time it's been replaced with a hibernation pod.

It looks a lot like the hibernation pod I used to lie in at the Noah's Ark game launch event.

Having experienced being trapped in a game, Ran Mouri has an instinctive aversion to these hibernation pods.

"What the hell is going on now?"

The young man lowered his brows, his gaze sharp as he looked over.

Fiano stood beside the hibernation pod, opened the lid, and said, "This is a new deep consciousness retrieval pod developed by the research institute. It can stimulate the subconscious mind and might help you recover your past memories."

Ran Mouri's heart jumped.

Stimulating the subconscious mind?

Was the stimulation hers or Qingze's?

Is that really all it does? She didn't believe it.

"When did the research institute start studying this kind of thing? And why do I have to do the experiments? I have no interest in searching for memories."

The young man looked indifferent and showed no intention of lying down inside.

"Don't worry, we've already tested it, there's no risk. Just go in and get some sleep, maybe you'll dream about your little girlfriend." Fiano smiled and adjusted his glasses.

The young man's aura instantly turned dangerous when his girlfriend was mentioned.

His bloodshot eyes stared at Fiano, and after a long while, he lay down silently amidst Fiano's smile.

Fiano's smile deepened.

He adjusted his glasses, which had slipped down to the bridge of his nose, and sighed inwardly.

Having a weakness is really useful.

Pinching it is like pinching the snake's vital spot.

Chapter 170 The Past Belonging to Qingze

Ran Mouri opened her eyes and watched as the lid on her head was closed, and electrode pads were attached to her scalp and body.

A buzzing sound seemed to come from my ears, or perhaps from my brain, intermittent, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, like hypnotic music.

Ran Mouri felt a little drowsy, but despite her alertness and resistance, she quickly fell asleep.

A man with graying temples, who looked to be in his early sixties, walked in from the glass partition next to him and began to check the various data that were flashing on the large screen.

"Dr. Payton, how is it?"

Fiano adjusted his glasses, looking at the various data on the screens around him, unsure of the situation.

His main fields of expertise are pharmacy and biology; he has no knowledge of the realm of consciousness.

Here, I'm just a supporting assistant.

Dr. Payton, wearing a white coat, began examining each patient one by one.

"Currently, everything is normal. His brainwave data is being collected. Once he enters deep sleep, our subthreshold low-frequency resonant waves will be able to penetrate the deep defenses of the anterior cingulate cortex, and then we will attempt to modify his consciousness..."

Can consciousness modification really be successful?

Fiano didn't have high hopes for this.

We've tried so many things over the years, do you really think we can succeed by changing the approach now?

"My experiments on monkeys were very successful."

Fiano shook his head. "A monkey is a monkey after all. The human brain is much more complex than a monkey's."

"No, although it does involve something related to the brain, this is actually a matter of consciousness and spirit. Consciousness modification is only one aspect; my real goal is to modify the frequency of his brain's consciousness."

Dr. Payton pushed up his heavy glasses, his sunken eyes filled with fanaticism.

Consciousness, something he had studied his entire life, finally made a breakthrough after joining this organization.

Fiano is not in this field and only has a superficial understanding of it.

"Can this kind of thing really be changed?"

Dr. Payton, his temples graying, stared at the fluctuating frequency signals on the screen with excitement.

He had obtained a lot of data on consciousness frequencies, and this Koniak was the person who best met his experimental requirements so far.

His consciousness frequency is the most unique and the most likely to achieve the conditions for the consciousness exchange he envisioned.

"Human consciousness is not a purely electrical signal, but a biological quantum field generated by quantum vibrations within the microtubule structure of brain neurons."

"Each person's consciousness field has a unique harmonic frequency. In my imagination, under certain conditions, two consciousness fields with the same frequency can be coupled briefly."

"To attempt a consciousness swap, the two consciousnesses must reach a specific frequency, and then, through directional harmonic pulses, the consciousnesses must temporarily break free from the constraints of the physical body and enter a quantum decoherence state..."

Even though they were both PhDs, Fiano still felt like he was listening to gibberish as Dr. Payton described the situation.

How can consciousness be freed from the constraints of the body?

Is it really possible to do such a thing?

Fiano proposed the idea: "Is it possible to find two consciousnesses that resonate with each other, establish a channel of consciousness, and achieve the exchange and transfer of consciousness? For example, some twins with telepathic connections, wouldn't the experiment proceed much faster that way?"

Dr. Peyton shook his head. "Twins don't necessarily have the same consciousness. It's an extremely rare and accidental event, so rare that only God himself could pluck two strings on a musical instrument to make two completely different consciousness fields resonate."

"It's more realistic to slowly modify my own consciousness frequency than to expect God to intervene."

"However, this is just my final idea. We have to take it one step at a time, and we still have to start by changing our mindset."

He quickly operated the keyboard beside him, and soon, all sorts of ripple data appeared on the screen in front of him.