Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

My body moved instinctively, keeping up with the other person's steps.

Qingze immediately realized that someone was following them. He grabbed Ran Mouri's hand and subtly led her to a secluded and deserted place.

He frowned slightly as he saw the people who had been following them reveal themselves.

Curaçao?

Wasn't she missing? What's she doing here?

This situation... doesn't seem right.

Ran Mouri also recognized Curaçao, whom she had met a few days earlier.

But compared to a few days ago, Curaçao is now in a much worse state.

Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were rumpled and showed signs of being soaked and not yet fully dried, there were several abrasions on her exposed skin, and the contact lens in one eye seemed to have fallen out, revealing her original eye color.

She looked at herself, her eyes filled with confusion.

Curaçao looked at the young man and placed a hand on his heart.

"You seem familiar. Do I know you?"

Ran Mouri noticed her movement and, out of some kind of alertness, instantly looked at Aozawa.

Qingze squinted, offering no particular response to Curaçao's words.

"who are you?"

Judging from the marks on her clothes, she must have come out of the water.

This marine park is located in the middle of the bay, not far from the police station and the location of the car accident reported in the news this morning.

Did they fall into the water from the bridge while escaping and then swim here?

When the girl asked her question, Curaçao shook her head blankly, "I seem to have forgotten who I am..."

"Check your belongings," the girl said.

Curaçao paused for a moment, then obediently began rummaging through her pockets.

A transparent card, a broken cell phone, and nothing else.

Looking at the transparent card, Qingze fell into deep thought.

He took off his coat and handed it over, then took the transparent card and the phone.

"Wear this for now, I'll go find you some clothes."

After saying that, he turned to Ran Mouri and said:

“Look at her.”

With Qingze gone, only Ran Mouri and Curaçao, who were disguised as Qingze, remained in the arena.

Ran Mouri looked at Curaçao in front of her.

Her long, disheveled hair was like silken satin shattered by moonlight, and her half-wet clothes clung to her skin, revealing her curvaceous figure.

A pair of cat eyes should be sharp and dangerous, but because of their bewilderment, they carry a hint of fragility and pitifulness.

She held Ran's coat, but instead of wearing it, she looked at him with an extremely trusting gaze.

No, it should be said that it looks like "Qingze".

Even though she had lost her memory, she did not forget her special feelings for Qingze and instinctively followed him.

Chapter 182 May I call you Qingze?

Ran Mouri felt a great sense of crisis welling up inside her, but she didn't show it on her face at all.

"Put your coat on, you'll catch a cold like this."

Curaçao looked at the coat in her hand, nodded, and obediently put it on.

"You don't remember anything?"

“I can’t remember anything.” Curaçao looked at the person in front of her.

I don't know why, but I feel at ease whenever I see him, and my heart skips a beat.

"You seem familiar to me. Do you know me?"

"I know her." Ran Mouri nodded.

Upon hearing that he knew him, Curaçao visibly showed delight.

She stared at him with her bright eyes, unblinking:

"What's your name? Can you tell me?"

That focused gaze, as if looking at the only thing in the world, was quite captivating. Under that gaze, Ran Mouri couldn't help but blurt out Aozawa's name.

"Qingze".

"May I call you Qingze?" Curaçao looked at him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"……Can."

Ran Mouri wept silently inside.

I really want to say no! (╥_╥)

"Hmm? Qingze?"

Conan, who was also in the park, spotted Aozawa.

His gaze fell on the woman next to Qingze, watching them talk, and he revealed that excited smile, that smile of finally having caught him red-handed.

He took out his phone and snapped a picture.

Sensing someone filming her, Curaçao instantly looked over, a dangerous glint flashing between her brows.

Haibara's heart tightened suddenly, and she hugged herself, trembling.

There are organized people nearby!

Seeing Haibara's reaction, Conan was instantly startled. He put his glasses on her and then began to look around, searching for people who might be members of the organization.

Finally, his gaze fell on the woman next to Qingze.

"Professor Agasa, Ai Haibara isn't feeling well. Please take her to the infirmary."

Professor Agasa realized what had happened, nodded with some concern, and led Ai and a few other children who were unaware of the situation to the other side.

Conan approached Ran Mouri, glanced at the woman beside her, and looked up at the young man, speaking in a childlike, affected tone.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Qingze?"

"I'm out having fun with Miss Lan."

Is Xiaolan here too?

Conan was startled, and the joy he had just felt at catching Aozawa's problem vanished.

His gaze fell on the woman beside him. The coat she was wearing seemed to belong to Xiaolan; he had seen Xiaolan wear it several times before.

"Who is this lady?"

"We don't know her. We just saw her too. Miss Lan went to find her some clothes to change into."

When Curaçao heard Qingze say he didn't recognize her again, she was stunned for a moment. Although she was a little confused, she didn't show it.

Conan observed the woman in front of him.

These half-wet and half-dry clothes were indeed taken out of the water, but where did all the abrasions on the body come from?

Aozawa returned with a set of staff uniforms and immediately saw Conan.

He was somewhat puzzled.

He didn't bring his detective badge with him today, so how did this kid manage to spawn next to him?

"Conan, what are you doing here?"

"I came to the aquarium with Ayumi Mitsuhiko and the others..."

Qingze nodded, but didn't ask any more questions.

"Excuse me, ma'am, I borrowed a set of clothes from the staff. Let me take you to change."

Curaçao glanced at Aozawa instinctively, but with Conan present, Ran Mouri looked down at Conan, reached out and rubbed his head without saying anything.

Seeing that the young man did not respond to her, Curaçao looked at the girl waiting for her, nodded and followed.

Conan brushed away the hand that was messing with his head and asked casually, "Mr. Aozawa, does this lady know you? She keeps looking at you."

Ran Mouri stretched out her palm, ran her fingers through her hair, looked up at the sky, and appeared melancholy.

"Although I don't want to, being handsome just attracts a lot of girls' attention, and it's quite a headache for me..."

Conan: "..."

My fists are itching; I really want to punch someone.

"Don't worry, I'm a loyal person. My feelings for someone won't waver. My heart belongs to Miss Lan."

Conan: "..."

what! ! !

Conan was so angry that he jumped up and stomped on his foot.

Ran Mouri reached out and grabbed his collar, then lifted him up with one hand on her hip. "Hey, that hurts!"

Conan tried to kick him, but his arms and legs were too short to touch him. He could only thrash around in the air like a turtle, unable to get down at all.

His face turned bright red with anger.

"Sister Xiaolan would never like you!"

Ran Mouri looked down at him, a provocative smile playing on her lips.

"If she doesn't like me, does she like you?"

Qingze, who hadn't gone far, looked back: "..."

Is it fun to tease your childhood sweetheart with his body?

Qingze quickened his pace, led Curaçao to the restroom, and then into the mother and baby room.

Curaçao took the clothes from the girl without any shyness. With her back to her, she took off all her clothes and changed into the staff uniform without any bra.

Qingze looked at her expressionlessly.

The face in front of me gradually overlapped with the face in my memory.

Hyperthymesia may sound impressive, but it is not a positive disease.

Because memories don't fade, people with hyperthymesia often experience "emotional overload."

Those unforgettable things will replay in their minds repeatedly, and they will relive the emotions they felt at the time countless times.

They would spend a lot of time immersing themselves in memories, savoring the sadness, pain, despair, and fear over and over again.

Rum went to great lengths to make this extremely rare hyperthymesia case demonstrate its value.

Hyperthymesia patients cannot forget memories on their own, so human intervention is needed to help filter those memories.

Keep the useful memories and filter out the useless ones.

At the same time, Rum also shut her down emotionally, eradicating all negative emotions and engraving "loyalty" into her mind, fundamentally cutting off "emotional overload".

Thus, a new character named Curaçao, with apathy and photographic memory, was born.

Lacking self-awareness, absolutely obedient to orders, possessing a powerful memory and exceptional physical skills—it is a "perfect creation."

Will this amnesia erase the "loyalty" from her mind?

There were no mirrors in the mother and baby room, so Curaçao spun around in front of the girl.

"You should be dressed by now."

Aside from being a little tight around the chest, the clothes fit quite well.

However, the inside is a vacuum, which makes me feel a little unsafe.