Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Just as the "Queen of Deduction" is like this, so too is "Sleeping Kogoro."

After all this time, hasn't anyone noticed anything unusual?

Who exactly is this Conan Edogawa?

"Ah, so sleepy." Sonoko yawned several times in a row, feeling extremely sleepy.

"Go back to sleep if you're tired."

Aozawa didn't try to ask Sonoko anything. The fact that she was called the "Queen of Deduction" meant that this kind of thing had happened more than once or twice.

She might have been puzzled at first, but as the incidents occurred more and more frequently, she no longer found anything unusual about it.

Instead of asking her, you should ask Ran Mouri.

"Mmm." Sonoko nodded and made a phone call to the housekeeper.

Sonoko was picked up by car, and Aozawa finished all the remaining desserts. She looked at Conan, who still intended to follow him.

"Conan, I have something to do. You go home first. Have Mr. Amuro bring dinner up. I'll be back later."

After saying that, she ignored Conan's reaction and quickly boarded the bus that was about to close, leaving Conan standing on the road, not having time to react.

As the bus's taillights gradually disappeared from view, Conan slumped his shoulders, a deep sense of loss washing over him.

Xiao Lan actually abandoned him...

He stood there for a while before walking towards the mobile phone store.

Although Xiaolan has already bought a phone, she still needs to give her the gift she's supposed to receive.

Besides the phone, he also picked a new sea cucumber man.

The picture of the sea cucumber man that Xiaolan used to have on her phone was really outdated and it was time to replace it with a new one.

Even if you don't take the phone, it would be good to take this sea cucumber guy.

After changing modes of transportation several times, Qingze finally returned to his residence half an hour later.

Ran Mouri, who was reading in the living room, heard the noise at the door. She put the bookmark back in place, closed the book, and stood up somewhat nervously.

Qingze couldn't help but roll his eyes as he looked at his own body assuming a proper and obedient posture.

"From this moment on, you are Qingze. Adopt the posture of Qingze."

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan closed her book and recalled the postures she had practiced in front of the mirror that day.

The next moment, the well-behaved girl changed.

She stood there with one hand in her pocket, looking rather lazy, her eyes slightly lowered, as if she had no interest in many things.

Her red eyes darted over, as if she had finally discovered something interesting, and her once calm and still gaze stirred with a hint of interest.

Qingze felt as if he were standing opposite himself, so clearly, so real.

Qingze nodded in praise, a rare occurrence for him, "Not bad!"

"Now, let's enter the scene. I am Vermouth, and you are me. There are no fixed lines. As long as you stay within my character setting, you can improvise as you like."

After Qingze finished speaking, his demeanor changed instantly.

Ran Mouri's round eyes narrowed slightly, becoming elongated, as she looked at the person in front of her. A mysterious smile appeared on her lips as she slowly walked closer.

In just a few steps, the innocent girl was gone, replaced by an elegant and charming demeanor, with an indescribable allure.

"It's been a long time, Koniak."

The scent of the shower gel and the low, husky breath filled her nostrils and ears. That face, seemingly innocent yet incredibly beautiful, was close to hers, and Ran Mouri felt her heart pounding exceptionally fast.

Oh my god, how come I never realized I was so charming and beautiful before!

Mr. Aozawa's acting skills are just amazing!

Although somewhat fooled by her own face, Ran Mouri did not forget her mission at that moment.

She took a step back in disgust, staring at him expressionlessly without saying a word.

Mr. Qingze once said that if he encounters Vermouth and she initiates a conversation, he should ignore her.

Ran Mouri strictly adheres to this rule.

She is now the ruthless and eccentric Koniak, a womanizer.

"What, you don't want to see me?"

Instead of retreating, Qingze advanced, extending his finger and lifting her chin.

He gazed at the face with an appreciative expression.

"No matter how many times I see it, I still really like your face."

Ran Mouri tilted her head slightly, freeing herself from the finger. She straightened up with her lazy posture, staring at him coldly, her scarlet eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.

"If you don't want this finger anymore, I can chop it off for you."

Upon hearing this, Qingze's imposing manner subsided, and he sat back down on the sofa.

He crossed his legs and pointed out Ran Mouri's problem without any subtlety.

"If it were me, I wouldn't let her touch me at all. Or, I would break her fingers immediately."

“If she comes to test me tomorrow, you will have already been exposed by then.”

"How...how could it be?"

Ran Mouri was a little flustered by what he said. She had initially thought that Aozawa's act of breaking the sword was cruel, but now she had completely put that feeling out of her mind.

"If I'm not mistaken, the reason we swapped souls is most likely because of my organization. They're researching souls and consciousness, and maybe they're even experimenting with consciousness transfer."

"And I was the guinea pig they chose. As for you, you were probably an accident."

Qingze continued, regardless of whether Ran Mouri could accept this information.

“Normally, I should have been going to the lab a week before the scheduled start date. But this date has suddenly been brought forward, and there’s a 90% chance it’s a test from the organization.”

Ran Mouri understood, and she swallowed hard.

"So tomorrow, they will test me to determine whether the experiment was successful."

“That’s right.” Qingze clasped his hands together and looked at her seriously.

"So, do you realize how serious this situation is?"

An unknown fear swept over her, and Ran Mouri instinctively hugged her arms.

What would happen if I were discovered?

Qingze sneered, his tone cold and sarcastic:

"Of course, it's about clearing your soul out and freeing up this body. Quite a few people are eyeing my body."

Ran Mouri was frightened.

That dark world she had never seen before suddenly revealed a cruel corner of her life.

Qingze stood up, patted her on the shoulder, gave her encouragement, and gave her a look that wished her good luck.

"Go for yourself, young lady!"

Chapter 18 The Cult of Vermouth

Qingze got up and went to the kitchen to cook.

Although I ate a lot of desserts before coming, I still need to eat dinner.

He didn't tell Ran Mouri about Conan Edogawa's unusual behavior.

Ran Mouri's current task is to make thorough preparations to deal with tomorrow's crisis.

These distractions can wait until we get past this hurdle before we talk about them.

No one knows if they will switch back. If Ran doesn't want to die, she has to give it her all.

And that needle, judging from its effect, should be an anesthetic needle.

However, with such immediate results, the dosage of anesthesia must be quite high.

He'll have to check it when he has some free time.

A delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen. Ran Mouri sat on the sofa, unconsciously squeezing the hard spine of a book until it cracked in the middle.

Danger, so close, so clear.

How could she remain calm?

"Come and eat," Qingze's voice came.

Ran Mouri responded and walked to the dining table with a heavy heart.

Qingze cooked two bowls of seafood noodles. Even though they were instant noodles, the noodles with various seafood tasted exceptionally good.

Eating the bland noodles didn't heal Ran's mood; instead, it made her even more miserable.

She had only been Qingze for two days when she felt immense pressure and danger.

I wonder how Mr. Qingze has managed all these years.

"Don't think about anything else. Finish eating and keep practicing. I'll help you with your scenes."

While eating, Ran couldn't help but steal glances at Aozawa.

Qingze's performance was just so good. It was clearly her face, but she seemed to see a Vermouth she had never seen before, a woman full of charm and allure.

"Mr. Qingze, why are your acting skills so good?"

"She was taught by Vermouth."

"what?"

"Very surprised?"

"Yes."

"Vermouth is a master of disguise and a great actress. I've worked with her on missions before, playing mother and son, and so on."

"Playing mother and son? Wouldn't that mean playing Mr. Qingze when he was very young?"

"A little smaller than you are now, but not particularly small."

Ran Mouri fell silent, feeling somewhat sad.

At a similar age to her, Qingze was already doing dangerous things.

A person with no memory, no past, who was used as a guinea pig.

The difficulty of this growth process is unimaginable.

Qingze raised his hand and tapped the table, giving a deadpan look:

"Young lady, please control your expression. Don't wear your heart on your sleeve."

Ran Mouri forced a smile and continued eating her noodles.

Then, until 8 p.m., Aozawa was rehearsing with Ran Mouri.

He acted out all the possible characters and dialogues, and constantly corrected Ran Mouri's responses.

“I’m telling you, if you get impatient with being bothered, you’ll go crazy.”

"Going mad?" Ran Mouri was puzzled.

How does one go crazy? What constitutes going crazy?

"look at me."

Qingze stared at her. The girl's lips curled into a strange grin, emitting a low, hoarse laugh that sounded like metal rubbing against her throat. Her murderous aura spread out without any attempt to conceal it, carrying a suppressed madness that seemed to want to destroy the world.

Like a demon that has broken free of its chains, it is about to lead itself and everyone else to a grand death.

Qingze's aura was terrifying; his madness was completely unbelievable and made people tremble with fear.

Ran Mouri felt a sudden sadness for no apparent reason.

What could have happened to cause such madness?