Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

What about number 14?

"He's dead. He was captured and taken back to the training camp, and it's said he screamed for three days before finally dying."

Qingze spoke casually.

Ran Mouri shivered and hugged her arms.

If it's the 14th, what about Qingze?

What kind of treatment did he receive after being sent back?

A chill was coming from all directions, and clothes could not block it at all.

Seeing Ran Mouri trembling, Qingze sighed inwardly.

He's just a high school student after all.

It's normal to be unable to accept hearing such a thing suddenly.

He stood up and brought her a cup of hot water.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, it's all in the past. Have some water."

Ran Mouri held the cup in both hands, the warm water went down her throat, but it still couldn't dispel the chill in her body.

She looked at the extremely calm person, stood up, and opened her arms.

"Give me a hug."

Seeing his own reddened eyes, Qingze sighed, walked over and gave her a hug.

This hug was incredible; Ran Mouri wouldn't let go.

She buried her head in the girl's neck, absorbing the warmth emanating from her body.

It seems that this can convey some warmth, make it less cold, and calm that sad heart.

Qingze let her hug him, while gently stroking her back to soothe her emotions.

Ran Mouri is still too sentimental.

Other people's memories are ultimately their own; she doesn't need to be so upset.

Ran Mouri hugged him tightly, her voice muffled.

"Mr. Qingze, you must take good care of yourself."

"If you don't loosen your grip a little, I'm going to be seriously injured soon..."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Ran Mouri quickly let go of him.

"are you hungry?"

Ran Mouri nodded; she was indeed hungry.

"Sit down, I'll cook you some noodles, then go to sleep."

Ran Mouri sat in the restaurant, watching Aoze, who was inside her body, busy in the kitchen.

It would have been better if she hadn't known before, but after witnessing those things firsthand, she simply couldn't imagine how Qingze had managed to persevere.

Pity, admiration, sadness, grief... a mix of emotions spread through my heart, a bittersweet feeling, and I felt like crying again.

A bowl of egg noodles was placed in front of me.

"Eat up, then go to sleep. I'm going back now."

"Can you not go home tonight?"

"what?"

Qingze really couldn't understand why he would agree to such an outrageous request.

He was held in someone's arms like a pillow.

Saying he was being held in someone's arms isn't quite accurate, because he's in bed right now.

Next to her was her own face, buried in the crook of her neck, her face still streaked with tears.

My body was confined, like a giant, heat-generating pillow.

Even breathing sounds filled my ears; the person had fallen asleep.

Qingze numbly acted as a cushion, his body taut and his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

Ran Mouri is asleep, but he can't sleep!

He could already imagine how devastated his father would be when he discovered she wasn't home the next morning.

But Kogoro Mouri's collapse is a future event; his collapse is a present event.

The arm on his stomach was affecting his breathing, the leg wrapped around him was heavy, and the heat from the breath on his neck gave him goosebumps.

want to escape.

Half an hour later, it was confirmed that Ran Mouri was fast asleep.

He gently moved his hand away from his stomach, and then moved his legs away as well.

I covered her with the blanket, then quietly got out of bed and closed the door.

slip away.

Being used as a body pillow is terrifying.

Ran Mouri slept until the afternoon. After opening her eyes and lying blankly on the bed for a moment, she remembered what had happened last night.

Startled, she quickly sat up in bed.

Qingze was not on the bed; he must have left long ago.

She covered her face and buried her head in the blanket.

Why did she make such an outrageous request last night to have Qingze sleep with her?!

Is she a child?

Is she so scared that she needs someone to stay with her when she sleeps?

She only made that request because she was afraid.

Mr. Qingze, I hope you haven't misunderstood!

She grabbed her phone, wanting to explain to Qingze, but when she opened the chat window, she didn't know what to say.

What do you mean by "explain"?

Explain that you made that request because you were afraid?

This explanation is so weak...

Thinking about how she had used Qingze as a body pillow, she blushed with embarrassment again.

She collapsed, her head hanging low in despair.

"what……"

"How am I supposed to face Mr. Qingze after this?!"

Chapter 175 Curaçao

Amuro Tooru has already sent his investigation report on Tengu and Shinichi Kudo from Group Zero, but he still feels uneasy.

He didn't know much about Rum, only that he was an impatient man, the organization's number two, and held a very high position.

His investigation report on Shinichi Kudo stated that he was missing and his fate was unknown.

This was also proposed by Yusaku Kudo himself.

If the organization doesn't care about Shinichi Kudo, then everything will proceed as usual. But if the organization does care about Shinichi Kudo, then this "unknown fate" could become a trap once again.

But what Amuro Tooru cared about wasn't Shinichi Kudo, but Team Zero.

His investigation report on the Tengu contained almost nothing useful.

There's no way around it; if Zero Group, being a top secret of the Public Security Bureau, were to find anything, it would seem suspicious.

The fastest way to find information about Group Zero is to hack into the police department and gain access to its internal systems.

If he were Rum, he would definitely arrange for someone to do that.

He took out his phone and sent a message to his subordinate, Kazami Yuya.

"Kazami, the organization will most likely send someone to infiltrate the police department. Be prepared, and notify me immediately if you notice anything unusual!"

"Yes!"

After giving him a few more instructions, Amuro Tooru felt somewhat relieved.

I heard that Vermouth was injured and has been recuperating recently.

They weren't masters of disguise; if they were prepared, their attempt to infiltrate the police station would inevitably be discovered.

If anyone accesses classified information, then there is a problem.

When the time comes, they will trap the infiltrator like a turtle in a jar. In the police headquarters, the infiltrator will have no chance of escape!

He let out a sigh of relief, got out of the car, and went back to the coffee shop to continue working as a coffee shop employee.

"Dad... you really don't need to come with me anymore..."

A girl carrying a schoolbag walked in listlessly, followed by her elderly father.

It's been a week!

It's been a week!

Qingze is going crazy!

"That won't do. That person hasn't shown up lately; maybe they're trying to lower our guard?"

Qingze really wanted to say something.

If Gin were to appear, adding another Kogoro Mouri would simply be another bullet for him.

Although Kogoro Mouri claims to be a very skilled judoman, can you really expect Gin to fight him in close combat?

"Is Mr. Mori still taking Ran to and from school?" Amuro Tooru asked curiously.

"Yes, we have to be prepared for that assassin to reappear..."

"Mr. Amuro, I'd like a chocolate chip cookie and a lemon Barbalua." Aozawa began taking orders.

Only desserts could soothe his frustration at being unable to go anywhere.

"Ok."

Amuro Tooru quickly brought out the dessert, and he smiled at Kogoro Mouri, saying:

"Perhaps that assassin has already lost interest in Miss Lan."

While inquiring about Vermouth's situation these past few days, he also contacted her and briefly mentioned that Gin had appeared and intended to take action against Ran Mouri.

Although he couldn't detect Vermouth's reaction over the phone, he figured Gin wouldn't be showing up again anytime soon.

"real or fake?"

Kogoro Mouri squinted at him.

"This is just my guess."

"Dad, I don't think we can keep going like this. Instead of waiting for danger to appear at any time, I should train more and improve my strength! When that assassin appears again, I'll kick him into the wall!"

Amuro Tooru smiled as he looked at the girl in front of him, who was waving her fist and had a dream. "Miss Ran is right!"

“That makes sense…” Kogoro Mouri agreed.

Rather than living in constant fear, it's more appropriate to increase our combat strength.

However, Ran's karate skills have reached their limit. Further training won't make much difference. If she wants to improve in a short period of time, she needs to increase her other self-defense abilities.

"Alright, I'll teach you marksmanship!"

Although you don't usually need it, it's still a skill, and you never know when it might come in handy.