Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

This is yet another place she has never been before.

Come in directly.

Upon entering the house and seeing the bloodstains on Qingze's clothes, she felt a pang of anxiety. She took two steps closer and reached out to check the situation.

"Mr. Qingze, are you injured?"

Qingze took a step back to avoid her hand and glanced at the bloodstains on his shoulder.

"This is Curaçao's blood."

He set a fire, planted some bombs, pressed a few buttons on the remote control, and then just watched the show.

The only problem was that his clothes got a little messy when he took Curaçao out.

Chapter 215 I'm Sick, Mentally Ill

"How is Miss Curaçao?"

Ran looked around but didn't see Curaçao.

"Thankfully, I won't die."

Qingze led her to a bedroom, where Curaçao was currently on the bed.

Curaçao's condition can be described as quite pathetic.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her lips were almost white.

Her silver hair, flicked by the fire, took on a curly shape.

His coat was taken off and thrown aside, his clothes were stained with patches of blood, the fabric was torn, and he had various abrasions and even some burn marks.

Ran Mouri frowned. "Aren't we going to the hospital?"

In this situation, going to the hospital is the best option.

"She can't go to the hospital."

Qingze brought over a first-aid kit.

"There are clothes in the closet, change her clothes and treat her wound."

After saying that, he turned around and closed the door.

Ran Mouri sighed and began to change Curaçao's clothes and clean her wounds.

She wasn't a professional; she could only perform simple disinfection, medication application, and body cleaning.

After an hour of work treating Curaçao's superficial wounds, she opened the wardrobe.

There were only a few men's clothes in the closet that still had their tags on. She cut off the tags and carefully dressed Curaçao in them.

Although it doesn't fit perfectly, it's not important to worry about whether it fits or not in this situation.

After doing all this, she reached out and touched Curaçao's forehead.

Fortunately, the temperature was normal and the breathing was relatively steady.

He should wake up soon.

I stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room.

Qingze had changed his clothes and was now using the remote control to change channels.

Such a major event, yet no news media are reporting on it at this moment.

Clearly, the appearance of the ospreys was of great importance, and the news media were completely shut down.

"Mr. Aozawa, aren't you going to take Miss Curaçao for a check-up?" Ran Mouri was still a little worried.

"Let's talk about it when she wakes up."

Qingze wasn't too worried about Curaçao's situation.

Curaçao's physical attributes are similar to his; both his self-healing ability and his ability to withstand injuries are much higher than those of normal people.

As long as I can wake up, it's not a big deal.

Just let it heal slowly after that.

What happened tonight? Can you tell me?

Ran Mouri walked over and sat down on the sofa, her eyes filled with barely suppressed curiosity.

Qingze casually left the TV on the entertainment channel and put down the remote control.

He looked into the girl's bright blue eyes and remained silent for a long while.

"I think it's better if you don't know."

A lot happened tonight: power struggles, firefights, and even the death of Kiel.

If she knew, she definitely wouldn't be too happy.

After all, she had some contact with Rena Mizunashi, and they weren't complete strangers.

Moreover, once they know this, they will inevitably make all sorts of assumptions.

For example, why couldn't we save her?

Even if you don't say it out loud, just think it in your heart... Qingze also hates this kind of moral blackmail.

To his surprise, Ran Mouri looked at him but did not press him for answers.

"Okay, then I won't ask."

Her eyes crinkled into a smile. "I know Mr. Qingze won't involve innocent people, and that's enough."

If the amusement park closes early, it must be because Qingze cleared out the area.

He doesn't want to involve innocent people, and that's enough.

Qingze's eyes widened slightly as he turned his head to look at the television, avoiding her gaze.

Unfortunately, he wasn't the kind of person she thought he was.

This clearing was just a rare exception.

With boring background noise playing on the TV, Ran Mouri glanced at Aozawa, who was staring intently at the screen, and skipped over the topic.

"Miss Curaçao's faked death should have been successful, right?"

"Mm," Qingze hummed in response.

He had arranged for a female corpse with a similar build to Curaçao to be placed on the Ferris wheel beforehand. Once the bomb exploded and the fire started, no one would be able to recognize her.

Furthermore, since they witnessed Curaçao being engulfed in the flames of the explosion, they would only assume that the unrecognizable corpse was Curaçao.

Thus, in these people's minds, Curaçao was completely dead.

"What should Miss Curaçao do next?"

"I'll go abroad for plastic surgery after my injury heals."

If you want to live openly and honestly in the sunlight, the only options besides plastic surgery are disguise.

But the latter is not among the skills he possesses.

Moreover, disguising oneself requires wearing a mask for an extended period of time.

He had tried Vermouth's disguise mask.

These masks that cover the entire head seem good, but in reality, they have many limitations.

Wearing it for a short time is fine, but wearing it for a long time will definitely cause mental problems due to the feeling of being wrapped up, having a foreign object, and feeling stuffy.

Cosmetic surgery is different.

Once I've had the plastic surgery and returned to Japan, I'll have a completely new identity.

As for how to go abroad and how to obtain legal status...

We'll have to rely on the omnipotent organization.

Ran Mouri nodded.

That's the only way.

She placed her hands on her lap and looked intently at Qingze.

"What are Mr. Qingze's plans for the future?"

She finally asked the question.

Prior to this, she had never asked Qingze about his plans.

She could sense that Qingze was resisting the organization and had the desire to leave, but he had not taken any action.

The attempt to fake Curaçao's death has now succeeded.

So, is it time to start planning a new life for Qingze?

Qingze remained silent for a long while.

“I’m different from her.”

He picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

The television noise disappeared, and the room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

He sank into the sofa, his lowered eyes filled with indifference.

"The reason the organization hasn't controlled me yet isn't because it can't, but because it doesn't want me to have a relapse."

"fall ill?"

As Ran Mouri pondered this word, she recalled the various character settings that Aozawa had mentioned before.

Isn't this just a persona? Or does he actually have a mental illness?

“I told you before, people who don’t know how to deal with people in an organization can go crazy.”

"Yes." Ran Mouri nodded; she remembered those words.

"In the eyes of the organizers, this 'crazy' behavior is equivalent to me having a seizure."

"What kind of illness is it?" Ran Mouri's heart tightened.

Qingze had never mentioned this before.

Qingze lowered his eyes, his fingers rubbing his nails.

Ran Mouri trimmed my nails a few days ago, and they are exceptionally smooth and neat.

He spoke in a low voice, as soft as a breeze.

"Mental illness."

Acquired mental illness caused by trauma.

Once triggered, emotional regulation becomes abnormal, rational restraint fails, the sense of reality is lost, and the mind is plunged into an abyss, with intense destructive and destructive urges sweeping over.

Ironically, the BOSS wanted to control his will, but his will was too strong, and the confrontation between the two sides drove him to a mental breakdown, thus creating Koniak's infamous reputation.

It was all thanks to Shirley.

That drug trial brought him to the brink of death, and his mind and will completely broke free from control on the verge of death.

Although the mind was freed from control, the disease was not cured and remained.

He enjoys fishing because the quiet environment helps stabilize his mind, akin to a form of meditation.

It worked very well. His emotions have become much more stable over the past few years. Even when he has moments of destructive urges, the urges are not very strong.

Since he started swapping bodies with Ran Mouri, that destructive urge has only flared up a few times at the beginning of his school years, and hasn't really recurred since.

Chapter 216: What a typical protagonist plot!

He looked up at Ran Mouri.

This is different from what was mentioned before, regarding the so-called secrets about personas and organizations.

On the contrary, it's not exactly a secret; although not many people know it, there are indeed people who do.