Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

For example, rum, gin, and Vermouth.

But when facing Ran Mouri, he inexplicably found it extremely difficult to speak.

However, some things need to be explained in advance.

He seems to be in good spirits now, but that doesn't mean he won't have an attack.

"Vermouth isn't lying to you, I'm sick, so you'd better not get too close to me."

Ran Mouri was not as surprised as Aoze had imagined; she accepted the fact that Aoze had mental problems quite quickly.

Seeing Qingze's defensive posture, with sharp spikes raised in resistance, she sighed inwardly.

In that kind of environment, it would be abnormal if someone didn't have mental problems.

His bookshelf is full of books on mental health and psychology, which he has read through. Isn't he also seeking ways to heal himself?

"No disease is incurable."

Ran Mouri smiled at him with her eyes crinkling, her words unusually firm.

"Mr. Qingze, haven't you noticed? You're getting better and better."

At first, it was lifeless, with a sense of indifference and desolation, but now it's becoming more and more vibrant.

Who can say this isn't a process of spiritual healing?

The girl's eyes were gentle, with a gentle, all-encompassing quality.

Qingze turned his head away, a slight blush rising to the tips of his ears.

"Indeed, my mood swings have become much more normal."

His emotions have been in a state of detachment for the past few years, with very few major emotional fluctuations. This is due to both his self-control and, to a large extent, his physical condition.

But after changing bodies, his emotions became much more normal, and even after returning to his own body, his emotions became more and more positive.

After thinking for a moment, he turned his head back:

"When you were inside me, did you ever feel any destructive or destructive urges?"

Ran Mouri shook her head.

"No."

She treated it as if it were her own body, without any mental abnormality.

Qingze was somewhat puzzled.

Willpower and spirit rely on the brain. Logically speaking, it's just that consciousness has changed, not the brain. So why does Ran Mouri never have that feeling?

Or is she just too kind?

There's absolutely no way I'd have any dangerous thoughts?

Unable to figure it out, Qingze gave up on thinking about it.

It's enough to know that Ran Mouri won't be affected.

Ran Mouri leaned closer, sitting down nearer. Looking at his face, her eyes were filled with worry.

"Does Mr. Qingze often have destructive thoughts?"

Qingze had never told her these things before.

The memories she saw in the lab before were too few, just a short segment of her decades-long life.

There was much more to it than that, but she knew nothing about it.

Qingze did not answer the question.

He stood up, avoiding Ran Mouri's gaze and her approach.

"I'm tired and need to rest. It's getting late, you should go home early, you have school tomorrow."

After saying that, he walked away from the living room.

Ran Mouri stared blankly as he abruptly ended the conversation, feeling his obvious resistance to her approach, and sighed.

Last time on the Ferris wheel, she sensed Qingze's rapidly beating heart and also saw the distance he immediately distanced himself after achieving his goal.

It wasn't that they were indifferent, but they were resisting, rejecting, and refusing it.

The distance between them didn't shrink because of that incident; on the contrary, it grew even wider because of today's revelation.

Qingze's defenses are too high.

He might pretend to be a couple to achieve his goal, or kiss someone to get them back, but he would never accept a relationship or give his heart away because of a single intimate encounter.

On the contrary, the more he cares, the more cautious he will become.

Ran Mouri wasn't discouraged; she figured she could take it slow.

They haven't known each other for very long, and their understanding of each other is still superficial; there are many things they don't know about each other.

It would make her uneasy if Qingze accepted a relationship too easily.

After looking around the house, which showed little sign of habitation, she quickly tidied the living room, checked on Curaçao's condition, and then got up to leave.

The lights went out, the motorcycle noise faded into the distance, and the huge house fell into darkness, eerily desolate.

Qingze leaned against the window, watching the motorcycle lights disappear.

I was busy with various things a few days ago, so I didn't feel it very clearly, but after the busy period ended, I found myself feeling a bit out of place in this environment.

There is a sense of withdrawal from normal life.

Qingze walked to the bed, lay down, put his hands behind his head, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

He actually quite likes Ran Mouri's life.

Go to school, listen to lectures, do homework, eat delicious food, and bicker with Kogoro Mouri.

Forget about organizations and dangers, just be an ordinary high school student.

The soul also becomes calm and at peace.

But in the end, it was all just a mirage.

Unless the organization disappears, he will always be Koniak.

But how easy is it for an organization to disappear?

It doesn't only exist in Japan.

He thought of those guys who were cheating again.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that these people were really cheating.

Curaçao is strong because she underwent drug modifications by the organization and was trained from a young age.

But what gives those people the right to do so?

Especially Shinichi Kudo.

A small child escaped unharmed from the Ferris wheel explosion.

This wasn't the first time; Ran Mouri said he'd probably experienced something like this many times before.

Contact the various people around him, and consider his knack for finding cases wherever he goes...

Could this kid really be the protagonist of some world?

Forced to become a child after taking drug A, he lives with his childhood friend and solves cases under the name of Kogoro Mouri while investigating the organization. Along the way, he gains various companions and gradually learns more about the organization...

Qingze sat up abruptly from the bed, his eyes flashing red in the darkness, a smile playing on his lips.

"This is such a typical protagonist storyline."

Since Shinichi Kudo is the protagonist, the organization is undoubtedly the biggest villain!

In the usual storyline, justice triumphs over evil, light shatters darkness, and the organization falls apart under the attacks of righteous detectives.

Qingze's smile grew wider and wider.

The protagonist is great, the protagonist group is great, he only needs to mingle between the two sides, and he can naturally escape unscathed after the organization falls apart.

After laughing for a while, he happily lay back down, but still couldn't fall asleep.

If Shinichi Kudo is the male protagonist of the story, then Ran Mouri, who is liked by Shinichi Kudo, must be the female protagonist, right?

The Creator really has a strange and wicked sense of humor.

They sent him into this world, and now they've tied the female lead to him. What kind of nonsense is this?

compensate?

If he could see that creator, he would definitely chop him up with one stroke!

His consciousness finally subsided, and he quickly fell asleep.

Qingze had a dream.

In his dream, he came to an ordinary bedroom, holding a knife in his hand.

The bedroom was pitch black except for a light on the computer desk.

It was already late at night. The person in front of the computer had huge dark circles under their eyes, was painfully grabbing their hair, and muttering to themselves.

"Cavon is so annoying..."

"It's another big scene, involving various personnel. The design has to be reasonable, highlighting the strengths of each character, and it can't be made stupid. My brain cells are about to die..."

Qingze appeared silently behind the man, listening to his rambling.

The man was completely unaware of his arrival and continued staring at the computer screen.

Qingze also looked at the computer screen.

However, just like the person's face, nothing could be seen on the screen.

The knife in his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, and he stabbed the man hard in the heart from behind.

Ah!

A scream rang out, and a person whose face was obscured fell to the ground, clutching their chest in pain, as if they couldn't see the person behind them at all.

After a short while, he struggled back to his computer desk with great difficulty, relying on his tenacious will.

"I can't die, I haven't posted my update for today yet..."

As if a life-saving cheat had been activated, the blood loss stopped, and the person typed out a line of words with trembling fingers.

[Family members, I'm about to die suddenly! Click "Send a donation for love" to give me a revival ticket...]

Sunlight streamed into the room through the glass, and Qingze sat up, puzzled.

What strange dream?

Chapter 217 I Don't Think I'm the Female Lead

A major explosion occurred at Tokyo Bay Sea World last night, resulting in two deaths... The cause of the accident is under investigation...

"Hiss, the Ferris wheel has collapsed?" Kogoro Mouri gasped as he watched the morning news.

As the news footage zoomed in, the aftermath of the Ferris wheel explosion became increasingly clear.

This was not an accidental spill; it was a deliberate and extremely malicious explosion!

What exactly happened last night?

Kogoro Mouri couldn't resist the urge to call Inspector Megure to inquire about the situation.

Ran Mouri was also watching the morning news. The once huge and beautiful double-wheeled Ferris wheel was now half tilted and half broken. Just looking at it, you could feel the terrifying explosion that had taken place on it.

That's terrifying.

Miss Curaçao is incredibly lucky to have survived such an explosion.

But why were two people killed?

One of them was to disguise Curaçao's body, she could guess.

But what about the other one?

"Dad, I'm going to school."