Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Unless he's really ready to turn against the organization, killing these people won't do him any good.

Besides all of these, the most troublesome thing is what's in his head.

If the underlying problems in his mind aren't addressed, it won't help him no matter where he goes.

Compared to him, the organization did not take many measures against Curaçao.

After all, Curaçao is a completely controlled being, unlike him who is too "rebellious" and completely out of control.

In a flash, Qingze closed the color cards in front of him. The five different colored cards came together and turned into a chaotic black.

"It's just an attempt. Breaking away isn't that simple. It still depends on her own wishes."

"After you finish your homework, we'll go over there. You do this and that..."

......

Curaçao was sitting by the window reading a book in the sunlight.

The book was brought over last night when Ran Mouri delivered the shoes.

It wasn't a complicated or profound book; it was a light novel, quite interesting, and she would occasionally cover her mouth and chuckle as she read it.

Turning to the last page of the book and seeing the ending, she felt a sense of loss.

The story has ended...

She closed the book, looked at the setting sun shining through the window, and squinted her eyes comfortably.

This kind of relaxed life is so wonderful; I wish I could live like this forever.

Ding-dong, the doorbell rang.

She quietly got up from the chair, walked to the door, and looked through the peephole at the person outside.

Seeing that it was Ran Mouri and Aozawa, her eyes lit up slightly, and she opened the door.

Aoze walked into the house, a gentle smile belonging to Ran Mouri on his face. "I had something to do yesterday and couldn't come. How was your stay?"

Curaçao smiled faintly. "I'm very comfortable here, thank you."

Qingze's smile deepened.

"Have you ever thought about living like that?"

Such a relaxed, carefree life, where one is not used as a tool or a weapon.

"Yes!" Curaçao answered without hesitation.

"To live this kind of life, you need to take some risks and pay some prices."

"What do I need to give in return?" Curaçao sat up straight, unusually serious.

She was willing to live this kind of life, and she was willing to pay any price for it.

Chapter 201 We Belong Only to Ourselves

Sitting in the empty living room, Ran Mouri, wearing a blue fur coat, pulled out the color chart in front of Curaçao.

"Look at it."

The color charts kept arranging and rearranging in front of me.

120 possible arrangements, one by one, we tried them.

At first, Curaçao looked confused and didn't understand, but as the colors of the color card gradually changed, her brain began to feel dizzy, and some memories seemed to be breaking through the ground.

Upon seeing a certain color arrangement, she clutched her head in anguish.

It was like a key being inserted into a lock, and countless memories flooded in, making my brain feel like it was being pricked by needles.

She clutched her head, curled up on the sofa, and groaned in pain.

Ran Mouri put down the color swatch, her eyes filled with worry.

She looked at Qingze again; he sat quietly to the side, his eyes expressionless.

Seeing that she looked worried, Qingze shook his head at her.

This is a normal symptom of a memory being triggered; the brain will process the memory in a while.

Ten minutes later, Curaçao finally recovered, his head drenched in sweat.

She raised her head and looked at the young man. Her eyes were no longer as pure as they had been when she had lost her memory; instead, they had become unusually complex.

There were so many emotions in her eyes, a jumble of feelings that made it hard to discern them.

Ran Mouri knew she remembered everything, so she adopted the indifferent demeanor that belonged to Aoze, put her hands in her pockets, and looked down at her.

"It seems you have fully recovered your memories."

Curaçao lowered her eyes, rubbed her temples, and softly hummed in agreement.

My head is still a little sore from receiving so many memories all at once.

"Wipe your sweat."

The girl sitting opposite her gently handed her a bottle of water and a handkerchief. She paused for a moment when she saw the hand that was being offered to her, and then took it.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took a sip of water, sorted through his memories, and then looked up at the young man again, his expression complex:

"You're quite different from what I imagined, heard, and saw..."

Ran Mouri raised her eyebrows.

This line wasn't in their pre-arranged script.

What did Curaçao see?

Can't you?

She maintained Qingze's composure, calmly looking at her:

"So what do you think I should be like?"

Curaçao shook her head.

"I do not know."

Since leaving the lab, she and Qingze have had no contact whatsoever.

She became Rum's subordinate, gradually transforming into the perfect tool Rum desired.

She was emotionally suppressed, carrying out orders from Rum, and becoming an obedient tool.

But no matter how tightly one closes their heart, some things still cannot be suppressed and will inevitably break through the soil.

In this cold and cruel organization, the boy who once lived in the laboratory has unknowingly become the only light, and his memory of him grows ever more vivid in countless recollections.

As she looked at the young man's face with black hair and black eyes, another face with white hair and red eyes appeared in her mind.

Having been in the organization for several years, they have only met a handful of times.

The last time we met was five years ago, when Rum felt that the work was finished and sent her on her first mission: a cleanup operation.

Koniak was traveling with them.

She took charge of the physical work, while Koniak provided support.

The details are unnecessary to elaborate on; after cleaning up those people, she was covered in blood.

Some belong to us, and some belong to our enemies.

He leaned against the car, wearing a hood, and looked at her as she walked out covered in blood, his expression somewhat ambiguous.

"I'm not crying anymore, that's good."

He spoke these words very softly, murmuring them in a low voice.

It seemed to be talking about her, but it also seemed to be talking about himself.

She has excellent hearing and heard it.

She never saw Koniak again after that.

Their encounter on the street was purely by chance. Despite the huge difference in hairstyle and temperament, she recognized him at a glance.

The memory was like being pulled back into the laboratory, only now the black-haired, black-eyed boy had become a young man.

But it seemed to have returned to its original state, calm and peaceful.

It seems that just looking at him calms my heart.

"I don't know what you should look like, just as I don't know what I should look like."

What if they didn't end up in an organization?

What would they look like now?

What kind of life will they lead?

She could only imagine it through that brief "new life".

Ran Mouri's heart clenched. She subconsciously looked at Aoze, who remained seated on the sofa, maintaining Ran Mouri's calm and gentle expression, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Curaçao's emotions are relatively stable.

She looked at the young man and asked:

"Should I call you Qingze, or Koniak?"

"It's up to you. Whether you want to continue being Curaçao or become Jade."

White jade...

As he pondered the name the girl had casually chosen, Curaçao looked at the girl who had given her the name.

Does Hetian white jade have any special meaning?

Can Qingze say it has no meaning?

He just happened to notice that she couldn't stand the word "white," so he casually mentioned Hetian white jade.

However, this is certainly not the time to say that.

"White jade is a type of jade that is pure, warm, and flawless. Hotan is the name of the place where this type of jade is produced."

Most Japanese surnames evolved from place names, so the surname Wada is quite normal.

As for "Shirogane," the Japanese rarely use such a direct word as a name.

But he's not Japanese, so not having a "real estate agent" label is already a concession.

“I like this name.” Curaçao smiled faintly.

"Can you tell me who you really are?"

She had never seen this girl before, but the girl knew her and was with Koniak, seemingly not belonging to the organization.

What are they trying to do?

What do you want her to do?

Several ideas flashed through Qingze's mind.

Perhaps, this is also acceptable.

"【Agate】, my code name."

He pointed at the young man and said, "He is [Dragon Crystal]."

"Join us, and you can become [White Jade]."

If the organization is a winery, then it makes sense for him to create a jewelry store, right?

His body-swapping with Ran Mouri is an absolute secret, and he doesn't intend to let anyone know.

Giving Ran a code name can enhance the mystery surrounding her identity.

Behind Curaçao, Ran Mouri blinked at him.

What's going on here? This wasn't discussed beforehand!

Curaçao looked at the girl, then turned to look at the young man.

The moment Curaçao looked over, Ran Mouri's expression quickly changed, maintaining a calm demeanor with an air of complete composure.