Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Although I haven't formally studied firearms yet, all you need to know about pistols is how to take off the safety and pull the trigger.

With his gun aimed at the guard who had shone his flashlight over after hearing the commotion, Qingze pulled the trigger.

Even if it's a novice who's handling a gun for the first time, no one can calmly face a gun pointed at them.

The guards hadn't expected the escapees to be so bold as to fight back.

He took cover behind a tree to avoid the bullets that might hit him.

The scene flashed rapidly, and Qingze was panting heavily as the guard collapsed beside him.

"careful!"

A gasp came from the tree.

The armed instructor appeared silently, his figure like a vengeful ghost.

boom!

A bullet flew out.

Qingze instinctively dodged to the side.

The bullet pierced through the rain and embedded itself in a nearby tree.

Qingze saw a dagger fly out of the tree, followed by the boy.

He leaped down from the tree and lunged at the figure that resembled the Grim Reaper.

The boy blocked the gun barrel with his body.

That boy who claimed to be afraid of death actually paved a path for him with his own life.

Tears blurred his vision, but Qingze gritted his teeth and plunged a knife into the instructor's heart.

This was his first murder.

Hatred surged within him, and his hands trembled.

Tears mingled with the raindrops and slid down her cheeks.

He stripped the instructor of his raincoat, took his gun and knife, and carried the man who had been shot in the abdomen, walking forward step by step.

Blood stained their clothes red, and the person on their back had already lost consciousness.

"Oh no! Why is his emotional state suddenly fluctuating so drastically? He's about to wake up!"

A red alarm flashed on the screen, and the lights in the hibernation pod began to flicker.

Tears streamed down the young man's face as he opened his eyes.

Ran Mouri stared blankly at the ceiling through the transparent dome.

My heart ached, and a profound sadness enveloped me.

Suppression, pain, sadness, despair... a wave of intense negative emotions swept over me.

She lay in the hibernation pod, letting tears slide down her cheeks, remaining motionless for a long time.

She didn't sit up until the lid of the hibernation pod was opened.

Her gaze fell on the old man she had never seen before.

The old man kept adjusting the data, staring intently at the screen, his gaze never falling on her.

"Who is this? What are you doing?"

"This is Dr. Payton. He developed this deep consciousness retracing pod. How are you feeling? Have you remembered anything you've forgotten?"

Fiano looked at the tears on the young man's face with a sense of novelty.

Koniak has been his test subject ever since he joined the organization, but in all these years, he has never been seen crying.

What did I see in my memory?

"No way."

The young man scanned the various screens expressionlessly before stepping out of the room.

No one stopped him from leaving, and this experiment was temporarily over.

When I left the hospital, it was already late at night.

My heart felt like it was being gripped by something, heavy and suffocating.

She got on her motorcycle, but even the rushing wind couldn't dispel the sorrow that filled her heart.

I really want to see him.

I need to see him.

The motorcycle was parked downstairs at the office building, and Ran Mouri took out her phone to call Aozawa.

Qingze was woken up by a phone call. He picked up his phone and checked the time: 2 a.m.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and answered the phone.

"What's wrong? Did it go smoothly?"

Hearing her own voice coming from the other end of the phone, Ran Mouri could no longer hold back and began to cry.

"Mr. Qingze..."

Qingze was startled awake by his sobbing voice.

"what happened!"

Could it be that we've been exposed?

"I'm downstairs."

Qingze walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and sure enough, Ran Mouri was downstairs.

He frowned as he watched the person constantly wiping away tears, his heart sinking lower and lower.

"Wait for me a moment."

He put on a coat and quietly went downstairs.

Upon seeing him, Ran Mouri, who had just managed to stop her tears, felt them welling up again.

"Mr. Qingze..."

Qingze hopped onto the back seat. "We'll talk about it when we get back!"

Ran Mouri sniffed and started the motorcycle.

As the motorcycle drove back to his residence, he had just closed the door and hadn't even had time to change his shoes when Ran Mouri pounced on him.

The tall young man held the girl in his arms, burying his head in her shoulder and neck and weeping bitterly.

Qingze, who was being held, was completely bewildered.

What on earth is going on?!

Ran Mouri cried harder and harder, and Aoze felt a little uncomfortable being held in her arms.

"You're going to strangle me... Stop crying and tell me what happened."

Qingze was already numb.

Where on his body did he get so many tears?

Ran Mouri let go of him and went to the living room to get a tissue to blow her nose.

Only after she calmed down did she say:

“I saw Mr. Qingze’s past.”

"Huh?" Qingze was quite surprised. "How did you see that?"

Ran Mouri briefly explained the deep consciousness retracing pod.

Qingze sat on the sofa, put his legs up on the coffee table, and frowned in thought.

A deep consciousness retracing capsule? Retrieve past memories?

Is it really that simple?

Is it possible that the organization would go to great lengths to create such a thing just to help him regain his memories?

Chapter 174 Being used as a body pillow is terrifying.

"Tell me in detail what you saw."

Ran Mouri nodded and recounted her experiences and feelings from her dream.

Is that silver-haired girl still alive?

The face was so clear, which meant that Qingze had a deep impression of her.

"Alive, codename Curaçao."

Ran Mouri breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It's good that you're alive.

"Where is that boy with number seven in the training field?"

"died."

Qingze spoke calmly.

He tilted his head to look at her, "You're crying like this because of him?"

"I feel really sad..."

Ran Mouri clutched her chest, unsure whether it was the body that was suffering or she herself.

Qingze looked at her without saying anything.

For him, these are all memories from a long time ago.

It may have left a deep impression at the time, but with the passage of time, many emotions have long since faded.

"His name is Jun Nishikawa. I only learned his name when I got his code name and checked the personnel records from the training ground back then."

"He was from Hokkaido. His parents divorced when he was young, and he lived with his father. Later, his father became addicted to gambling debts and was killed by a yakuza organization. He was sold to the organization as collateral for the debt..."

Qingze found all of this later.

Actually, finding out doesn't really make any difference.

Those who can enter the organization's training grounds are basically all orphans.

He just wanted to know his name.

"I sent his ashes back to Hokkaido and buried them under a cedar tree."

The cedar tree remains evergreen, and so do people.

Can you tell me what happened next?

"They got caught and taken back."

He placed the body of Number 7 in a secluded cave and then began his life on the run.

While exploring the surroundings, he evaded the organization's pursuit, daring not to light a fire. He drank stream water when thirsty, ate wild fruits when hungry, and sometimes, when he was extremely hungry, he would eat raw meat.

A week passed in this way, and he finally emerged from the deep mountains.

His disheveled appearance, resembling that of a wild man, instantly attracted the attention of passersby.

Since he couldn't say where he lived or who his family members were, he was taken to the police station.

Ran Mouri listened, her heart pounding.

They were already at the police station, so why were they still arrested and taken back?

“A policeman gave me a cup of hot milk, and after I drank it, I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the training camp.”

Ran Mouri was speechless for a moment.

After escaping with great difficulty, thinking they had reached a safe place, they were instead faced with even deeper despair.

If even the police can't be trusted, then what can Qingze trust?