Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Except for the first floor, which was clean, the second floor, including the bedrooms, was covered in dust.

Ran Mouri sighed again.

There are no daily necessities here, not even tissues. Can't he just leave Curaçao somewhere to stay permanently?

I don't know if there are any towels in the bathroom.

Considering her current status, she ultimately did not ask.

She's Qingze now, it's best to keep your distance.

Curaçao already had a special feeling for Qingze. If he were to fall in love with Qingze because of her kindness, he would only be asking for trouble.

Finding the cleaning tools, while Curaçao was taking a shower, she quickly tidied the bedroom, took out the bedding, and began making the bed.

Even though she's currently in Qingze's guise and needs to maintain a cold and distant attitude, she can't just ignore a girl who has lost her memory and can't even take care of herself...

Chapter 197 Being a little selfish is also a good thing

While Ran Mouri was busy, Aoze wasn't idle either.

After Eri finished showering, while Eri looked on in a daze, she took out a rope and tied her hands twice. With a similarly confused look on Kogoro Mouri's face, she pushed her into Kogoro Mouri's room.

Kogoro Mouri stared in shock at his daughter's series of actions, his mouth slightly agape.

Qingze flicked the rope in his hand, and the rope made a whistling sound as it struck the air.

He glared menacingly at Kogoro Mouri in front of him, one hand on his hip, exuding an aura of dominance.

"Go take a shower!"

Kogoro Mori swallowed hard and quickly went to take a shower.

Good heavens, Xiaolan is so fierce today! She even used a rope!

When Kogoro Mouri came out of the bath, he tied him up as usual and pushed him into the bedroom.

Looking at the quiet, tightly closed door, he patted the non-existent dust off his palms, keeping his achievements and fame hidden.

To deal with two stubborn, tsundere types, you have to be tough.

Inside the room, two people with their hands bound looked at each other, their faces flushed with the same blush as they looked at their hands, which were also bound behind their backs. Then they turned their heads away at the same time.

The two people were remarkably in agreement.

'Xiao Lan is really something...'

After washing up, he turned off the living room light and went back to his bedroom to sleep.

Lying in bed, he took out his phone and sent a message to Ran Mouri.

I've taken care of things with your parents.

Ran Mouri, who was making the bed, felt her phone vibrate. She took it out and was somewhat surprised.

How did you manage to do it?

I tied them together with a rope.

Ran Mouri was dazed.

No... you're really going to tie me up?

This isn't a good idea...

"What do you know? To deal with hypocrites, you have to be tough. They're both tied up and thrown into the room. If they want to untie themselves, they'll have to help each other. After that, it'll all fall into place naturally, won't it?"

Ran Mouri blinked, looking like she had learned something.

Was it because her previous methods were too gentle?

It has to be Mr. Qingze; the problem that had troubled her for over a decade was solved instantly.

While she was still sighing, another message popped up.

[I hope we don't have a younger brother or sister for you...]

No...you...

Ran Mouri's face flushed red instantly, and she slammed her phone shut.

what! !

Why is this kind of thing brought up so casually?!

Curaçao, having finished showering, poked her head out from behind the door.

Why is your face so red?

Ran Mouri froze upon hearing her voice.

Why does Miss Curaçao walk so quietly?

She turned her head away, trying to appear nonchalant.

"It's nothing, my girlfriend is just teasing me."

Ran Mouri is subtly asserting her sovereignty.

Although it isn't now, it will be sooner or later.

"Are you and Miss Mori dating?" Curaçao tilted her head.

Ran Mouri felt the blush on her face fade and hummed in agreement.

Curaçao nodded thoughtfully.

"I've made the bed. You'll sleep here tonight. Is there anything you need? I'll go buy it for you."

Curaçao's gaze fell on his feet.

"Let's buy a pair of shoes."

The ground was a little cool.

"Okay. Do you have toothpaste, toothbrush, and towels?"

"Have."

"I've put the first-aid kit on the coffee table. Take care of your wounds yourself."

"it is good."

Curaçao followed her downstairs step by step.

Ran Mouri kept reminding him, "Don't go out. Here's your phone; it has my number on it. Call me if you need anything."

"You can watch TV. If you're bored, you can watch TV..."

"I'll bring you a few more books later. Do you know how to cook...?"

"Can't I go out anymore?" Curaçao asked, looking dejected. Her beautiful cat eyes drooped, and her shoulders slumped.

She wants to go to the amusement park again.

Seeing her like this, Ran Mouri felt a little sorry for her, but there was nothing she could do; she really couldn't let her go out.

Unless she learns the art of disguise.

"Things aren't going well lately; a lot of people are looking for you."

"Who was I before I lost my memory?" Curaçao asked, somewhat confused.

Why are so many people looking for her?

Is she a bad person?

Seeing the confusion and helplessness in Curaçao's eyes, Ran Mouri sighed.

"If you've forgotten about it, don't dwell on it."

Although the people in front of them had a lot of blood on their hands, like Qingze, it was not their own will.

The environment was harsh; it was already a miracle that they were alive.

If anyone's to blame, it's that cruel organization that turned them all into killing machines.

It's a good thing that we know nothing about it now.

Curaçao looked at him, at the pity in his eyes, and suddenly felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

why?

Why did she feel wronged upon seeing that expression?

Her eyes welled up with tears, and they instantly reddened.

Ran Mouri looked helplessly at the person in front of her who had suddenly burst into tears.

The pair of eyes that Qingze remembered, which were often red and swollen, gradually overlapped with the pair of eyes in front of him.

Even after more than a decade, those eyes remain unchanged.

Even if the environment forces them to become bad people, some soft-hearted things still remain in their hearts.

Tears don't speak, and they rarely lie.

She gave a slight smile, took out a handkerchief, and handed it over.

"Let's treat this moment as a new chapter in our lives."

Since we couldn't choose our past lives, let's start choosing our own lives from now on.

She may have made many mistakes and committed many evil deeds, but everyone has the right to repent and start anew.

She cannot label people based on some one-sided information or stereotypes, or simply conclude that someone is a bad person or a good person.

There are very few people who are evil simply for the sake of being evil. Whether it's Qingze or Curaçao, they are both struggling to survive.

She is neither a police officer nor a judge, and has no right to judge other people's crimes.

She is just Ran Mouri, a Ran Mouri with her own selfish motives.

After figuring things out, all the previous worries disappeared, and Ran Mouri felt much more relaxed.

She only needs to do what she wants to do; sometimes being a little selfish isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Curaçao stared at him blankly, the young man seemingly bathed in a radiant glow, as if a god were smiling down at her.

She savored the phrase "new life" once again.

Can it really be a new life?

Seeing that she had calmed down, Ran Mouri checked the time and prepared to go out to buy something.

"By the way, what shoe size do you wear?"

Curaçao looked down at her feet and shook her head.

"do not know."

Ran Mouri: "..."

This is really a headache.

She picked up the high heels from the entryway, looked at them, and then went out.

The room fell silent, and Curaçao sat down on the sofa.

The clothes I'm wearing are warm and comfortable.

I haven't eaten all day, and I'm really hungry.

She picked up the compressed biscuits on the table and ate them slowly, one bite at a time.

The compressed biscuits tasted ordinary, but she found them exceptionally delicious.

Chapter 198 Qingze, I'm not done with you yet!

The Porsche sped through the empty night, with Kiel lying in the back seat, his hands cuffed, already drugged into a forced coma.

Vodka took the phone he found on Kiel and tried to recover the data on it.

Even if all records are cleared and no phone number is left, as long as a message has been sent, they can still use technical means to find the phone number and then investigate it one by one.