Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Qingze stood behind the door, the heavy fire door blocking out the light.

It was quiet outside. The staff who had come earlier had already left, but Conan, that brat, didn't come in again.

Aozawa didn't think that Conan Edogawa was much of a threat; the main problem was that the kid was difficult to deal with.

After all, he's Ran Mouri's childhood friend. You can't hurt him, you can't kill him, and it would be very troublesome if he saw it.

They haven't come in yet; they're probably out there plotting something.

There's only one entrance to this basement. If it's sealed off from the outside, they'll be trapped like turtles in a jar.

We can't stay here any longer.

After thinking for a moment, he walked down the stairs in the dark and gestured for Ran Mouri to come over.

"What's the situation outside? What should we do?"

Qingze didn't reply, but went back to the power distribution room and turned the switch back on.

He handed a pair of disposable plastic gloves to Ran Mouri and instructed her, "Put these on and pick up the fire extinguisher over there."

Ran Mouri didn't understand what Aozawa wanted to do, but she obediently did as he said.

Qingze held his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he sent a message to Vodka.

"Follow my instructions, then cover your mouth and nose and close your eyes."

Upon hearing this, Ran Mouri immediately realized his intention and gripped the fire extinguisher tightly in her hand.

Returning to the doorway, Qingze pressed his ear against it and listened for a while.

It was eerily quiet outside.

But Qingze knew that the kid definitely hadn't left; he was probably hiding somewhere outside, secretly watching the doorway.

Not long after, an announcement came over the loudspeaker.

A bomb has been discovered at the visitor center. All personnel are to evacuate immediately!

Listening to the broadcast, Qingze silently praised vodka's efficiency.

It's no wonder Gin likes to work with him; although he's a bit slow on the uptake, his work efficiency is truly remarkable.

Ran Mouri also heard the repetitive mechanical broadcast, carrying a sharp alarm that inexplicably caused panic.

She looked at Qingze, who was not surprised at all. Clearly, this sudden broadcast was Qingze's doing.

This was the first time she had seriously observed Qingze's actions.

Calm, resolute, with an air of composure as if everything is under control.

Even when faced with obstacles, they can respond immediately and calmly.

This powerful confidence makes people take notice.

It seems that as long as he's there, there's an absolute sense of security.

This also greatly reduced the tension and fear of being discovered.

Conan, who was hiding and taking pictures of the doorway with his phone, was startled.

What's going on with this broadcast?

Besides the people in the basement, are there other organized groups?

Is there really a bomb, or is it just a publicity stunt to lure people away?

After thinking for a moment, he felt that the latter was more likely.

This broadcast was most likely intended to facilitate cooperation from the people in the basement.

"I think it's about time," Qingze said in a low voice.

"Open the door!"

Upon receiving instructions, Ran Mouri turned the doorknob with one hand and quickly threw the fire extinguisher in her hand with the other.

Upon seeing the fire extinguisher appear behind the flowerpot, Conan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The intruder guessed he was here and planned to use the fire extinguisher to create dust, concealing his figure as he ran out!

A terrible fear rose in his heart. He immediately put away his phone, curled up, and buried his head in his knees with his hands.

The moment the metal can traced an arc in the air.

boom--

The fire extinguisher, pierced by a bullet, exploded in mid-air, and white dust instantly filled the entire space like a blizzard.

Qingze grabbed Ran Mouri's hand, recalled the route map in his mind, and ran outside with his eyes closed.

Ran Mouri closed her eyes and held her breath, letting him lead her as they ran wildly down the corridor.

With my eyes closed, everything around me faded away, except for the hand that was being held, which remained so clear.

Even through a layer of disposable gloves, a constant stream of heat was emanating from the source.

The heart beats violently due to tension and the inability to see.

Ran Mouri gripped his hand tightly.

After running out of the dust zone, both of them were completely covered in dust.

Qingze opened his eyes and quickly looked around.

There was no one in the surrounding corridors, which was good.

He quickly took off his coat, which was covered in powder, shook off the powder, took out a lighter, and started to light it.

The disposable gloves he took off quickly caught fire, and as the heat increased, the coat placed next to them also caught fire. He threw the clothes toward the smoke detector.

Upon detecting smoke, the smoke alarm activates, and the sprinkler system starts.

Without delay, Qingze immediately pulled Maoli Ran around and went upstairs.

Raindrops pattered down from the ceiling, quickly blurring the footprints covered in white powder.

Qingze led Ran Mouri upstairs, into several rooms, and pretended to walk in disarray. After the dust on his feet completely disappeared, he entered a rest room.

Their clothes were hidden here before.

Conan coughed as he emerged from the dust, the ceiling sprinklers washing away the powder clinging to him, leaving him drenched.

He looked at the footprints on the ground, which had been washed away and lost their original shape, with a somber expression.

Two people's footprints?

Two people sneaked into the basement!

The sense of shock and lingering fear resurfaced.

Fortunately, he did not choose to ambush at the stairwell and use a tranquilizer dart; otherwise, he would not only have been unable to subdue the person, but would have also exposed himself.

Seeing the footprints stretching outwards, he chose not to follow.

If it were just one person, he could still give it a try, but if there were two people, following along would be suicide.

The most urgent task is to check on Mr. Kazami's condition.

With the door locked, Ran Mouri finally relaxed.

The violently beating heart gradually calmed down.

It was the first time she had done something so wrong, and her heart was in her throat; she was incredibly nervous.

They were both terrified of trampling on public order and good morals, and also afraid of being discovered.

Fortunately, it's still within an acceptable range.

"Mr. Qingze, how many times have you done this? You're so skilled at it."

Whether it's using a dry powder fire extinguisher to create a visual obstruction or activating a smoke alarm to blur footprints with water mist, this combo is so smooth that Ran Mouri doesn't even have time to think.

"This is the first time something like this has happened."

Qingze took off his hat and calmly brushed the dust off his hair.

In the past, infiltration and evacuation didn't need to be so complicated; as long as everyone who saw him was dead, it was a perfect infiltration.

But with Ran Mouri by my side, there are many things I can't do.

After tidying up his hair and putting it in a bun, he changed back into his original clothes and put on his hat.

Looking at the person in front of her with their painted face, Ran Mouri almost laughed.

"Hurry up and change your clothes!" Qingze urged.

He had no time to pay attention to anything else; the matter wasn't over yet. They were covered in dust, which was a unique marker that made them very easy to find.

Using the clothes he had changed out of as a towel to wipe his face, Qingze then started polishing his shoes.

Shoes are the hardest thing to change; they are very easy to overlook and also the easiest place to expose flaws.

That's why he used the sprinkler system to destroy the footprints.

Once the police collect the footprints, it will be easy to trace them back to them with a simple comparison.

Chapter 190 Mr. Qingze Needs Me (3rd Update)

Ran Mouri took off her hat and brushed the dust off her head.

White powder fell in a flurry, and it was very pungent.

Qingze avoided the question and continued polishing the shoes.

"Mr. Qingze, please check if it's clean now."

Ran Mouri changed her clothes and twirled around in front of him.

"There are still some on his face and neck, and when he looks down."

Ran Mouri obediently lowered her head, letting his fingers brush across her cheeks to wipe away the remaining powder.

The girl's fingers were soft and delicate, brushing against her cheek, causing a slight tickle.

“Mr. Qingze, you have it on your face too.”

Ran Mouri reached out and wiped away the last bit of residue from his cheek.

Qingze watched the hand brush across his cheek, but said nothing.

After checking each other to make sure there was no visible dust on their clothes, Qingze packed up the clothes he had worn in his backpack, left the lounge, and went to the restroom to wash his face and hands.

After checking themselves in the mirror again and making sure they couldn't see anything wrong, the two walked outside.

Their clothes got wet from the sprinkler system, and the two tourists, as if only realizing it later, ran out of the visitor center without encountering any further trouble.

The bomb threat mentioned in the broadcast caused some disturbance, with crowds gathering outside the visitor center. Police were dispatched to maintain order.

Amuro Tooru suddenly appeared out of nowhere and looked at the two of them, who were soaking wet.

"Miss Lan, were you at the visitor center just now?"

"Hmm. I think I ate something wrong. My stomach has been a little upset all day, and I'm in the bathroom..."

"I was delayed a bit when I came out, and somehow the fire suppression system activated, so I got completely soaked..."

The girl spoke with unusual frustration.

Have you seen anyone suspicious?

"No," the girl shook her head. "There was no one inside when we came out."

As she spoke, she sneezed.

Upon seeing her sneeze, the young man next to her immediately frowned.

"Go back and change your clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

"Mr. Amuro, we'll head back now."

After saying that, the girl waved to him and walked into the crowd with the young man beside her.

Amuro Tooru watched them leave, his gaze returning to the visitor center.

I wonder what the situation is like on Kazami's side right now...