Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Mr. Qingze, you should have some medicine here. It's not good if your father sees the bruises on your hands. Let me apply some medicine for you."

Ran Mouri continued talking to herself, carrying him up to the elevator.

This was the first time she had ever carried him in a princess carry, and the feeling was... strange and wonderful. Thinking about the inner core inside, it was kind of funny too.

Qingze was too lazy to move or struggle.

He was a rather lazy person by nature; if he could, he could stay in one place for a whole day without doing anything.

Ran Mouri was clearly getting playful; the bigger the reaction, the more excited she became.

Ran Mouri put him on the sofa, took an ice pack from the refrigerator, and took safflower oil from the first-aid kit.

Ice packs reduce swelling, and safflower oil promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis.

She grasped her own bruised and swollen right hand and carefully applied ice and massaged it.

Aozawa doesn't like being touched by others, but Ran Mouri really doesn't treat herself like a stranger.

"Mr. Qingze, it's me, what's the matter?"

Do you even believe what you're saying?

Chapter 20 Facing Danger

Qingze tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't.

Normally, he would crush others with absolute force, but today Qingze finally got to experience what it felt like to be "someone else".

His lips twitched, and he let her go.

Ran Mouri gently stroked his knuckles, her touch light, as if she were carefully carving a precious gem.

Qingze was feeling sleepy and didn't want to move, so he let her do whatever she wanted. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

The beautiful girl softened instantly when those indifferent and dangerous eyes closed.

It's like she's let down all her defenses and returned to her most authentic self.

Ran Mouri looked at his sleeping face, reached out her finger, and gently tucked the stray strands of hair that had fallen across his face behind his ear.

Watching myself sleep is a novel and somewhat interesting experience.

Ran Mouri was engrossed in watching her sleeping face when suddenly those eyes opened and met her gaze.

"Don't keep staring at me."

Ran Mouri blushed, feeling embarrassed as if she had been caught peeking.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qingze, please continue sleeping."

Qingze was no longer sleepy at all; she had completely dispelled his sleepiness.

He stood up, went to the armory, and took out a box.

Inside was a set of miniature earphones.

He then pulled out a Beretta M9 from a hidden compartment under the coffee table.

"We still have some time. I'll teach you how to use these things, the precautions, some simple Morse code, and ciphers..."

"You can practice with the gun at the training ground when you have time. You don't need to be able to shoot anyone, just understand it, know how to use it, and remember to take the safety off when you use it to threaten someone..."

……

Sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

The alarm clock rang, Qingze reached out and turned off the noisy thing, yawned widely, and sat up in bed.

Even after only a few hours of rest, his condition remained unaffected. The bruises on his arm had completely subsided, leaving only faint bluish-purple marks; upon closer inspection, a large handprint could still be discerned.

There were two bruises on her ankles where she had been grabbed, and Ran Mouri, who couldn't control her strength, left two deep handprints on them.

Recalling the image of her apologizing while grabbing her leg and throwing it like a sandbag, Qingze couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

What is this called?

Say the softest words? Do the harshest things?

However, it wasn't ruthless enough; it was too restrained, afraid of hurting him here and there.

She took out a pair of long socks that could cover her calves, and stretched them out to completely conceal the marks on her legs.

He then took out concealer and carefully covered all the marks on the back of his hand.

After making sure no one would notice anything amiss, Qingze stepped out of the room.

Not in the mood to make breakfast, Qingze called the coffee shop downstairs and ordered three breakfasts to be delivered.

Seeing that Qingze's phone didn't have the picture of the sea cucumber man he had just bought, Conan felt a strange sense of disappointment.

It's one thing to accept cell phones, but why won't they even accept the sea cucumber man's phone?

Qingze sensed Conan's change in mood, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he deliberately ignored him.

His intuition told him that this kid had a lot to do with that "Shinichi Kudo".

But don't rush, take your time.

He looked at Kogoro Mouri, who was sitting on the sofa drinking beer early in the morning.

The girl stood with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows furrowed, clearly on the verge of getting angry.

"Dad, drinking beer so early in the morning!"

Kogoro Mouri held a beer in one hand and a remote control in the other, changing the channel to watch today's morning program.

"It's okay, beer is like water to me."

"No drinking! Drinking beer first thing in the morning is bad for your stomach!"

Qingze, playing the role of a good daughter worried about her elderly father's health, reached out and snatched the beer from his hand.

With his daughter's good intentions and the added advantage of his powerful strength, Kogoro Mouri had no choice but to resist the urge to drink.

Seeing that Kogoro Mouri wasn't planning on washing up, Aozawa asked directly, "Dad, have you finished your request?"

"It was just a small job investigating infidelity; I finished it yesterday afternoon."

"And what about the commission fee?"

Qingze extended his hand.

These past few days, with taxis, new phones, and food, Ran Mouri's allowance is almost gone.

He has a black card, but it's obviously not appropriate for him to use it in order to maintain Ran Mouri's persona.

Ran Mouri acts as both father and mother in this family. After Kogoro Mouri lost a large sum of money in a horse racing betting incident, she took over the task of managing the money.

However, she was too soft-hearted and couldn't resist Kogoro Mouri's persistent pleading, so she kept leaking money out of her.

As a result, Kogoro Mouri continued to play cards and drink as usual, but he bet on horses much less.

Kogoro Mouri reluctantly took an envelope from his inner pocket, tears welling up in his eyes.

He had his eye on a horse and was even planning to place a bet today, but it all fell through.

Qingze opened the envelope, counted the money, and handed him two large bills.

"Dad, this is your allowance for this week. I'll save the rest. Don't even think about betting on horses anymore."

"it is good......"

Kogoro Mori held the 20,000 yen, looking listless and dejected.

Looking at the two figures, one big and one small, both resembling eggplants wilted by frost, Qingze chuckled, his smile malicious.

It's not a bad idea to discipline these two occasionally, as a way to lighten the mood.

……

In the basement.

Ran Mouri rubbed her sore and numb arms. After practicing with a gun for two hours, the novelty of the gun had worn off.

Perhaps her gun-holding posture was incorrect, and she didn't know how to dissipate the force. With each shot, she could feel the recoil from her body, which extended from her arm to her forearm, and became increasingly sore with practice.

Strangely enough, even though I don't feel pain, the tingling and numbness sensations are unaffected.

It seems that these two sensations are transmitted by two different nerves.

Ran Mouri plans to brush up on her knowledge in this area when she has time.

Her phone remained silent. She ate a quick breakfast to fill her stomach and then went to bed.

If you're unsure what information is coming, just go to sleep.

Getting your body in good condition is essential to better cope with unknown dangers.

Thinking about the special training she did last night and the equipment Aoze gave her, Ran Mouri felt unusually safe.

At 2 PM, my phone screen lit up; a text message had arrived.

Ran Mouri, who was sleeping, was awakened by the vibration.

She picked up her phone and saw an email popping up on the screen.

[3 PM, Spring Island Tavern. —Gin.]

Once the system detects that an email has been read, it will be automatically deleted.

Ran Mouri's heart skipped a beat, and she sent a copy of the text message to Aoze verbatim.

Is this guy named Gin asking him to go to the Spring Island Tavern?

Where is Spring Island Tavern?

Soon, Qingze sent a reply, along with a location.

"Just take your time, no need to be on time. Turn on your headphones and put them on."

Hearing what Qingze said, Ran Mouri was no longer in a hurry.

She took a shower to wash away the smell of gunpowder on her body and changed into the clothes that had been given to her last time.

She slipped the miniature earpiece into her ear, grabbed her gun, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the room.

Chapter 21 You Seem a Little Different

Ran Mouri took a taxi to Spring Island Bar. Although the location was a bit remote, it did not affect the bar's business.

Looking around, there was neither the silver-haired, long-haired man in black, Gin, that Qingze had mentioned, nor the black Porsche.

Through the glass, you can roughly see what the interior of the tavern looks like.

There were quite a few people inside, and Ran Mouri pushed open the door and went in.

Upon entering, a jumble of smells assaulted my nostrils: the smell of alcohol, body odor, sweat, cigarette smoke, perfume...

The smells mixed together felt like plunging into a stinking ditch that had been fermenting for over ten days, making it hard to breathe.

Ran Mouri instantly understood the line written in Aoze's character profile: "He doesn't like going to crowded places."

Having an overly sensitive sense of smell is also a very painful thing. There weren't many people in the tavern yet, but the various smells already posed a deadly threat to her.

If there were more people, if it were more crowded, I don't even want to think about how it would feel.

It's unclear how much of it was acting and how much was genuine emotion, but the young man's expression was terrifyingly cold, and his restless, destructive chill was exactly the same as Qingze's.

In the corner, Gin stared intently at him, the cigarette glowing between his fingers, the black brim of his hat casting a large shadow on his face, obscuring his expression.

Following her instincts, Ran Mouri locked onto the direction from which the gaze was coming.

Upon seeing the silver-haired man in black, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Finally, I met Gin, the dangerous and perceptive man Aozawa had described.

Yesterday, Qingze's special training was so clear, it even seemed like a rehearsal of this very scene.

She walked straight toward Gin, staring at him menacingly, her words laced with undisguised sarcasm and irony.