Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Qingze laughed, a somewhat mocking laugh.

"Guess why Rum didn't come to me, but you came to me instead?"

Gin: "...?"

"I warned him to be careful of traps long ago, but he was too arrogant. Now that something has happened to him, who can he blame?"

Gin: "......"

So, you all know about Curaçao's intrusion into the police department, but he doesn't?

Qingze stood behind the tree with the voice changer in his hand, watching the two people staring at each other in the distance, and a little kid secretly following them. He just wanted to end the phone call as soon as possible.

“I told him I wouldn’t clean up his mess. And Gin, I haven’t even settled the score with you for what happened last time, and you still expect me to do the work?”

Gin tried hard to suppress his anger. "This is very important. Don't act impulsively."

"Ha, so what if I acted impulsively?"

"Don't force me to use Ran Mouri to threaten you."

Qingze's voice suddenly turned cold, "You can try and see if you die first or I die first."

Gin sneered, "Even if I don't use her to threaten you, do you think Rum won't?"

Rum was unaware of this, but if he had, he would never have let such a good opportunity to manipulate Koniak slip by.

Are you threatening me?

"I'm just stating a fact."

Hearing the silence on the other end, Gin's lips curled into a smile.

That's a weakness.

Having a weakness is like having a noose around your neck.

Even the most unruly wolf will be tamed once a collar is put on it.

"Curaçao is very likely to appear at the newly opened Ocean Park and bring her back."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Qingze closed his phone, his eyes lowered, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

Why are all these people so eager to manipulate him?

Is it really that easy to pinch a snake's vital spot?

Seeing that Qingze had finished his call, Maoli Ran came over.

"Does the organization have any mission?"

Qingze shrugged. "Someone has gone missing and wants me to find them."

Ran Mouri looked at Curaçao, who was standing still.

"Curaçao?"

"Ah."

"What should I do?"

"We'll do our thing and let them find it on their own."

Aozawa's attitude was indifferent, and he didn't take the task assigned by Gin seriously at all.

Who said he would definitely complete the mission?

He found Curaçao, but he won't tell us. What can we do about it?

Ran Mouri looked somewhat worried. "They'll find it sooner or later, won't they?"

Ran Mouri doesn't really want Curaçao to go back to that organization.

This girl was forced to stay in the organization; now that she has forgotten her past, perhaps she can have a new life.

"That's a matter for the future, not for the present. Don't worry about it so much. They won't be able to find her anytime soon. Once her memory returns, it's up to her whether she wants to go back."

Curaçao is a matter of great importance, and we won't let outside members find it.

But if Gin has someone more suitable to look for, he won't look for himself.

His motto can be summed up in one word: procrastination.

If Curaçao can erase the "loyalty" etched into her mind during this time, then she has value; if not, Qingze certainly won't keep her.

"Just keep your attitude towards her polite and indifferent. I don't usually interact with her; we're just ordinary colleagues."

"She has hyperthymesia. Even though she has amnesia, don't relax too much. If she behaves too abnormally, she will realize the problem after her memory recovers."

Hearing Aozawa say that they were just ordinary colleagues, Ran Mouri immediately felt relieved.

"it is good."

Walking back to Curaçao, Aozawa wore a gentle smile that belonged to Ran Mouri.

"I've finished my call, let's keep going."

"Are you talking about me? If my presence is making things difficult for you, I'm sorry..." Curaçao said somewhat reservedly, with an apologetic look on her face.

"No, don't overthink it. Just enjoy your new life."

"A new...life?" Curaçao pondered the word, a sense of longing washing over her.

Ran Mouri quietly looked at the smiling girl, Aozawa, her eyes unconsciously curving upwards.

A new life...

Mr. Qingze wanted to give this girl he had known before a "new life," and she also wanted to give Mr. Qingze a "new life."

Indoor roller coasters have gentler slopes, offering more of a thrilling, high-speed experience than a truly exciting ride.

Qingze in the first row cheered, her eyes sparkling and her hair flying in the wind.

Ran Mouri, who was standing next to him, looked at him and cheered along with him.

Curaçao sat in the row behind them, and the passenger next to her screamed, whether it was out of joy or fear.

She followed their example and cheered as they sped along.

My mood seemed to soar along with the cheers.

The giant pendulum ride is nowhere near as thrilling as a roller coaster, but the feeling of weightlessness during the fall still elicits screams from all sides.

The carousel was a bit boring, but the feeling of sitting on it was unique, like a princess in a dream riding her own unicorn.

The fish in the aquarium are beautiful, and the variety of aquatic creatures is breathtaking. Walking through it feels like traveling through an underwater tunnel.

The seal show was very entertaining; they used their noses and tails to bounce a ball high into the air, which they then caught quickly.

As the music started, the dolphins began to dance.

This is something Curaçao has never experienced before.

Simple and happy.

It is a "new life" that is completely different from the past.

She clutched her chest, feeling the joy and happiness surging within, and looked at the young man and girl beside her, her eyes crinkling with delight.

I really hope we can stay this happy forever.

"Now, we will randomly invite one lucky audience member to interact with the dolphins!" the host announced loudly, and the audience immediately became excited, hoping to be chosen.

"Let's welcome the lucky audience member in the third row, seventh column!"

Qingze counted the number of rows of seats and pointed to himself under the expectant gaze of the host.

"I?"

"Yes, it's you, beautiful lady!"

Feeling a sense of novelty, Qingze stepped down from the audience seats and went to the poolside.

A dolphin poked its head out from the pool, and at the host's prompting, Qingze tentatively reached out his hand.

The dolphin nuzzled its head against his hand.

It has a cool, refreshing feel and feels great to the touch.

He stroked the dolphin that had come up to him, his expression incredibly gentle.

It's rare to see a fish take the initiative to approach him...

Ran Mouri sat in the audience, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him.

Mr. Qingze is so gentle...

She took out her phone, snapped a picture of the scene, posted it on LINE, and added a caption.

This is a "new life."

Chapter 185 Xiao Lan? Teasing? Qing Ze?

After watching the dolphin show, it was almost noon, so the three of them went to a restaurant for lunch.

Qingze glanced discreetly at the little kid who had been following them from a distance.

Shinichi Kudo is really persistent; he's been following me all morning.

Conan followed them all morning but didn't notice anything unusual; they were playing normally.

There was nothing particularly special about that silver-haired woman.

Although she kept looking at Qingze, Qingze's attitude towards her was indifferent. On the contrary, Xiaolan would talk to her from time to time.

After looking around all morning and not finding anything unusual, he started to consider installing a bugging device.

If he sticks it on that silver-haired woman, it might be discovered, but it shouldn't be a problem if he sticks it on Xiaolan or Qingze, right?

That way, even if you don't follow them, you can still know what's going on on their side.

Aoze found a round table in a corner and sat down, while Ran Mouri went to the beverage cabinet and got a few bottles of drinks.

He walked back to the table and handed the drink to Qingze.

"Here, a Coke."

"I bought you orange juice, I don't know if you'll like it." As she spoke, she placed the orange juice in front of Curaçao.

"Thank you, Qingze."

Upon hearing this title, Qingze paused slightly as he opened the can.

It's rare to hear someone address you by your first name without any honorifics.

"You're welcome, Miss Wada," Ran Mouri smiled.

Damn it, why do I feel a little annoyed when I hear her call me that?

I was the one who agreed to it.

She looked at Qingze, who opened the can of cola and drank it without any particular reaction.

While waiting for the food to be served, Qingze took out his phone and saw several messages from Suzuki Sonoko on Ran Mouri's phone.

Like a barrage of attacks, it carried an attitude of not giving up until a response was received.

When Qingze clicked on it and looked at the lines of text, it was as if he were hallucinating Suzuki Sonoko screaming in his ear.

He likes you! He just likes you!

[It's obvious! This is obvious!]

[Did you see that? Xiaolan, look!]

[Wow! These photos are absolutely stunning! A photo reflects the heart; only someone who thinks something is beautiful can take such a beautiful picture!]

Qingze: ?

What is she saying?

He clicked on the screenshot sent by Sonoko Suzuki, which was a post from Aozawa's LINE account.

In the photo, the girl gently strokes the dolphin, the sunlight seemingly coating her body with dappled light, her expression incredibly tender.