Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Ran Mouri breathed a sigh of relief after walking a bit further away.

This afternoon's experience really put her nerves to the test.

They broke into the power distribution room, knocked out the police, created chaos using the public address system, detonated fire extinguishers, and deliberately activated the fire suppression system...

Each and every one of these incidents was a crime.

Although she didn't do any of the work, she was present the whole time, so she could be considered an accomplice.

"Mr. Qingze, is this really the right thing for us to do?"

My conscience is troubled.

Past perceptions are condemning her.

Qingze turned his head to look at her.

His face showed a look of confusion, unease, and guilt.

This reminded him of his first mission.

That was pretty much the case back then. Because I killed the mission target, I felt guilty, pained, and constantly condemned by my conscience, along with a bit of self-loathing.

Later, as he killed more people, his conscience became dulled, and he felt less pain.

He lowered his eyes, his face expressionless.

"This is what Koniak does every day: he abandons public order and good customs, and tramples on laws and morality. If you can't accept it, I'll just do it myself next time."

After saying that, he turned and walked forward.

Ran Mouri stared blankly at his retreating figure, suddenly feeling a pang of sadness.

Mr. Aozawa probably didn't really want to do this kind of thing either...

He preferred the peaceful life that belonged to Qingze to being involved with organizations, missions, and Koniak.

She took two steps to catch up with him and walked alongside him.

She looked at the girl beside her, peering through the girl's skin to see into his soul, and earnestly refuted his words:

"No, Mr. Qingze needs me!"

No one is omnipotent.

If they hadn't called in outside help to clear out the visitor center, how could they have escaped so easily from the basement?

She pressed down on the girl's shoulder, her words firm and resolute:

"I've said it before, we're comrades-in-arms. Maybe I can't help you much right now, but I'll try my best!"

She wouldn't let Qingze fight alone.

One day, she will give Qingze a peaceful life.

Qingze looked up at her, his face unusually serious.

He stared at it for a while, then a smile appeared on his lips.

"Then good luck!"

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Ran Mouri handed him the helmet and took a step back.

"Mr. Qingze, you may ride."

Qingze nodded, put on his helmet, and straddled the motorcycle.

Ran Mouri sat in the back seat, her gaze falling on the waist of the girl in front of her.

She settled herself in and grabbed the damp clothes of the person in front of her.

The motorcycle quickly sped up through the traffic, and as it gained speed, Ran Mouri, sitting on the back, pretended to be unsteady and reached out to hug his waist.

Qingze froze for a moment, but didn't say anything, only slowed down the car.

The girl was petite, and when she was hugged like this, it felt like she was being completely embraced.

Ran Mouri felt a secret joy in her heart.

My waist is still easy to hug.

She pressed her body against the person in front of her and nestled her head against the girl's neck and shoulder.

That sweet scent wafted over her nose again, and she couldn't help but bring her nose close to the girl's neck and shoulders, chasing after that aroma.

Where is this smell coming from? Is it body odor? Why can't I smell it normally?

Warm breath sprayed onto his neck, and goosebumps erupted all over Qingze's body.

"Don't get so close!"

A sharp sound came from inside the helmet.

Ran Mouri puffed out her cheeks, raised her head, and created some distance between them.

The motorcycle, which had been moving at a steady pace, suddenly accelerated, the wind whistling past our ears, and before long, we were back in Beika Town.

Ran Mouri was still somewhat reluctant to leave after letting go of his hands and getting out of the car.

Why ride so fast? She wanted to hold him a little longer.

Aozawa had no idea what Ran Mouri was thinking. Back in the house, he went straight to the bathroom, giving instructions as he went:

"Go get me some clothes."

Ran Mouri went to the dressing room to get some clothes. Looking at the two sets of women's clothes in the closet, she felt that they were not enough and planned to buy some more someday.

I'll buy some of the same items for Qingze too; they should look great on him, right?

The sound of water gurgling filled the shower room, which separated the wet and dry areas. Through the frosted glass door, only a slender figure could be seen.

Ran Mouri glanced at it twice, and her face inexplicably turned red.

She placed the clothes outside the glass door and quickly retreated.

Back in the living room, Ran Mouri's mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts.

Mr. Qingze shouldn't have done anything to her body, right?

No, they must have done something!

He'll definitely touch it when he takes a shower!

what……

Ran Mouri covered her face, her cheeks turning even redder under her palms.

But this is something that can't be avoided...

Taking a shower isn't something you can just do by rinsing with water.

She must have a pretty good figure, right?

Oops, why is it reacting?

Ran Mouri suddenly stood up.

She's going to take a shower!

Chapter 191 What Makes You Angry? (4 Updates)

After taking a shower, Qingze changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom. He checked the time; it was three in the afternoon, still early.

After drying his hair, he applied hair oil and carefully treated it.

The girl's black hair was smooth and felt wonderful to the touch.

Touching it is like stroking smooth silk.

He unconsciously twirled his hair with his fingers as he sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

This body swap took much longer than the previous ones.

The previous two body swaps did not last more than a week, and the second time they were swapped back in just a few days.

However, none of them were replaced normally.

The first time it was switched back was because of an organizational experiment; the brain was stimulated with consciousness, and it was switched back directly.

The second time was during an argument, when both of them were experiencing significant emotional fluctuations, and their vision went black for a moment before returning to normal.

But a week ago, Ran Mouri went to the lab and the switch didn't happen.

Another week has passed, and there is still no sign of switching back.

Qingze frowned.

If that's the case, can they get it back?

Perhaps, we could try that kind of mental stimulation again?

He began to carefully recall his specific feelings from the last time.

I don't have any particular feelings, I'm just angry, very angry.

Both of them were very angry.

Getting angry shouldn't be the key point; the key point should be being emotionally aligned.

He opened the coffee table drawer, picked up a previous science magazine, turned to Dr. Payton's exposition on ideology, and read it carefully again.

"Consciousness field...harmonic resonance..."

Could it be understood that at the same time and in the same place, when two people are in the same emotional state, they can achieve a certain resonance and allow their consciousness to switch back?

You can give it a try.

The question is, how can one be in the same emotional state?

Perhaps, it's not just about the same emotions, but also about intense emotions.

After taking a shower, Ran Mouri came downstairs and saw Aozawa sitting on the sofa, deep in thought.

What are you thinking about?

Qingze looked up at her; she had just finished showering, and her hair was still damp.

"We've been in this body swap for half a month now."

Ran Mouri frowned when this was mentioned.

"right."

The first two exchanges didn't happen normally; there was no pattern to their swapping.

It would be quite troublesome if we didn't switch back...

"I might take some measures later, such as stirring up some emotions or something," Qingze warned her.

"what?"

"The condition when we switched back last time was very useful for reference, and I think it's necessary to conduct an experiment."

Playing a role is merely a means; only by mastering the methods to gain the desired return can one truly remain invincible.

Ran Mouri nodded in agreement.

The last time it was suddenly switched back.

"What makes you angry?" Qingze asked, closing the book.

This question stumped Ran Mouri.

She actually gets angry about quite a few things, but she knows that Qingze isn't asking about ordinary anger, but rather a really, really angry one, like last time.

She thought about it seriously for a moment and said, "To disregard my wishes and do something that I know I don't like and hate, yet still insist on doing it..."

"Can... we not use this method?" Ran Mouri asked, fidgeting with her fingers.

She didn't really want to argue, nor did she want to get very angry.

"Let's see..." Qingze sighed.

Making Ran Mouri angry is actually quite simple: just kill someone in front of her or do something she can't accept.

But it would be difficult to get him to get angry at the same time.