Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Qingze finished his performance and immediately returned to his lazy state.

He reached out and tapped Ran Mouri on the head, pulling her back from her clearly erratic thoughts.

"Insanity is effective, but it shouldn't be used indiscriminately. If used too often, it loses its deterrent effect. Then some people will become unruly again."

What Qingze didn't say was that every time he went mad, it was inevitably accompanied by a huge death.

Otherwise, how can it exert a deterrent effect?

However, this would test the girl's ability to accept it, so it's better for him not to say anything.

My phone rang in my pocket.

Qingze glanced at the caller ID and answered the phone.

"Xiao Lan, why haven't you come back yet? It's so late."

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't notice the time! Dad, I'll be right back."

Qingze held his phone, his face expressionless, but his tone was deliberately gentle, as if it belonged to Ran Mouri.

This was the first time Ran Mouri had seen Aozawa play herself.

This feeling is amazing.

The same body, different souls, present completely different traits. But when these traits are hidden and disguised, even you may not be able to tell if it is really you.

The call was quickly hung up.

"I'm going back now, I'll come back in the middle of the night."

"Is Mr. Qingze not going to sleep tonight?"

Qingze retorted, "You think my sleep is more important than yours?"

Ran Mouri blushed slightly at those words.

"No, no. I'm just worried you won't be energetic in class tomorrow."

"That's not important. I've completely dissected my persona for you. Keep practicing, for your own sake."

Qingze turned around, went down to the underground parking garage, and picked out a Harley.

He put on his helmet and sped back to the Maori office.

Ran Mouri looked out the window at Aoze as he drove away, and took a deep breath to encourage herself.

"Go for it, Ran Mouri! For Mr. Aozawa, and for yourself!"

……

As soon as Aozawa got home, he was interrogated by Kogoro Mouri and Conan.

"Xiaolan, where have you been? Why are you up so late?"

The girl calmly changed her shoes and went inside, having already prepared her excuse.

"I've suddenly become very interested in Chinese cuisine and I'm learning it now."

Conan approached Aozawa and sniffed gently, and indeed smelled the cooking fumes from the kitchen.

Why are you suddenly interested in Chinese cuisine?

"Because it's so delicious! I'll make it for you and your dad when I learn how."

Aozawa went to the kitchen to inspect Kogoro Mouri's work.

The kitchen has been cleaned, though not very well, and there are still some barely noticeable stains.

However, he still generously gave praise and affirmation.

Only by giving them a little reward will they have more motivation to work harder in the future.

"Dad is so amazing! The kitchen is so clean and tidy!"

The girl smiled brightly, her eyes full of encouragement.

Kogoro Mouri proudly raised his head when praised.

"Of course! I'm Kogoro Mouri, there's nothing I can't do!"

"Dad always keeps his word!"

Conan smiled as he watched the father and daughter sing in unison.

I really hope Xiaolan can always be this happy.

"Oh, right, Ran-neechan. I found a gift in the mailbox when I got back. It was from Shinichi-nii. I put it in your room."

Qingze paused for a moment, as if remembering something, and replied with an "okay".

Back in the room, a gift box was prominently displayed on the desk.

The gift box was carefully wrapped and tied with a pretty bow; it was clear that a lot of thought had been put into it.

Qingze inwardly curled his lip.

If Ran Mouri saw this gift here, she would probably be very happy.

But he's not Ran Mouri.

However, the gift arrived rather quickly.

Qingze glanced at the phone and the pendant briefly, then put them directly into the cabinet.

Before long, the lights on the noisy third floor went out, and the outside world also quieted down.

At one o'clock in the morning, there were no pedestrians on the road. Aozawa, dressed in black, silently climbed out of the window of the bedroom on the third floor, landed on the air conditioner unit on the second floor, and then lightly jumped down, leaving the Mouri Detective Agency.

The Harley-Davidson streaked across the night road like a streak of light, and drove into the villa's underground garage.

What does Chapter 19 have to do with it?

"After studying all day, it's time to relax your mind at night."

Qingze tossed the motorcycle keys onto the table, tied up his disheveled long hair, rubbed his shoulders, and stretched his body.

Ran Mouri suddenly had a bad feeling.

"What to do?"

"follow me."

Qingze opened a hidden door, which led to an elevator to the second basement level.

This is a spacious training ground, with rows of human-shaped targets standing along the walls.

This was Ran Mouri's first time coming down, and she looked around in surprise.

"Although you have a different consciousness, some of your body's fighting instincts should still be there. Your task tonight is to control them."

"As the karate champion of Tokyo, this shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"

Ran Mouri hesitated, unsure if she could control the situation in half a night.

She also discovered that this body possessed extraordinary strength; using only a fraction of her own strength, she could break a bowl with her bare hands and snap a chopstick with two fingers on this body.

"What are you afraid of? With my body, this is the last thing you'll be afraid of."

Without warning, Qingze threw a punch with a powerful gust of wind, aiming straight for Ran Mouri's face.

Although the attack was too sudden, the body's instincts, combined with Ran Mouri's combat awareness, allowed her to react instantly.

She tilted her head to avoid the attack, then caught the incoming fist with a clenched fist.

He gripped the girl's fist tightly with his fingers, and instinctively elbowed her, trying to twist the arm backward.

But she immediately realized that this would break Qingze's hand bones, and she stopped moving abruptly.

Like a nimble snake, Qingze broke free from Ran Mouri's grasp. He pushed off with his feet, and Ran Mouri felt a blur before her eyes. When she came to her senses, she was already on the ground.

His head hit the thickly padded floor, but he felt nothing. He also felt no pain in his calf, which had just been attacked.

Qingze rubbed his hand; it had only been pinched for a short while, but the back of his hand was already bruised, with the five fingers leaving varying shades of blue and red marks on the back of his hand.

“Your karate instincts are conflicting with my body’s fighting instincts,” Qingze pointed out her problem.

Ran Mouri sat up and nodded. Her conscious mind did not want to cause too much harm to people, but the instinct of this body made every move aim to maximize the damage.

"Mr. Qingze, you just said that this is what I'm least afraid of. What do you mean? Also, why can't I feel any pain?"

No matter how much protection you have, if you fall or get hit, you will feel pain. But in this body, he can feel the sensation of being hit, but there is no pain feedback.

"Did you just find out?"

Qingze despised her belated realization.

It's been almost three days, and I didn't even realize I wasn't feeling any pain. With that kind of sensitivity, I would have died hundreds of times over if I were in the organization.

"Isn't this great? A natural fighting machine that, as long as it doesn't die, will keep getting up until it wipes out all its enemies."

Qingze looked down at her, his eyes, which were obscured by light, were dark and murky, as if churning with layers of bloody waves, and carrying an extreme coldness and mockery.

It seemed as if he was mocking himself, and also mocking those who treated him like a machine.

Ran Mouri understood his emotions. She stood up, shook her head, and said with unusual seriousness:

"This is not good. Pain is the body's defense mechanism, a way for the body to protect itself. Not being able to feel pain is actually a very dangerous thing."

It's like committing slow suicide, watching helplessly as a knife cuts through your flesh, yet feeling nothing, as if you're watching your own death unfold.

Although Aozawa rarely mentioned his past, Ran Mouri managed to piece together a rough outline from his few words.

She sighed softly, and the thoughts of turning herself in or calling the police disappeared from her mind; she only felt a sense of desolation.

Qingze reached out and interrupted her before she could speak, "Don't be sentimental. You don't have time to be dramatic. I can only stay here for four hours."

"continue!"

The sounds of people falling to the ground echoed continuously from the training room as the two exchanged blows. Even though Ran Mouri was using Aozawa's body, their fighting skills and techniques were worlds apart.

"Don't kick your legs too high; fancy karate techniques will only become openings here..."

"Attacking above waist level is suicidal, unless you want your opponent to twist your ankle into a pretzel..."

"When you expose your armpit, the enemy can easily break your ribs..."

The cold voice and the sound of someone falling to the ground echoed in the training room. Ran Mouri gritted her teeth and stood up again.

Even though she couldn't feel pain, being defeated in just a few moves always fueled her competitive spirit.

She no longer cared about hurting her opponent, discarding karate techniques and accepting her body's fighting instincts, quickly integrating Qingze's guidance into actual combat.

Very effective.

The one who fell to the ground was now Qingze.

Ran Mouri finally discovered the wonder of this body.

Extreme fighting spirit, extreme power, extreme speed, just as Qingze said, a being born for battle.

She is gradually taking control of this body.

Three hours later, Aoze was exhausted, while Ran Mouri was completely unaffected.

His muscles ached all over, and he had bruises of varying degrees on his arms, ankles, and body.

Apart from the back of his hand that was pinched and bruised at the beginning, he avoided all parts of his body that could be exposed outside his clothes.

A constant, sharp pain shot through his brain, and Qingze lay on the ground, not wanting to move at all.

"Mr. Qingze, are you alright?"

Qingze rolled his eyes. Was there even a question?

He doesn't look good at all!

Without asking, Ran Mouri simply picked him up horizontally, a wicked and smug smile on her face, just like Aozawa's.

She bounced slightly, "Mr. Qingze is so light."

"I can help you gain weight."

Qingze, being carried in a princess carry, lowered his eyes, looking like a dead fish.