Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

According to Qingze, Fiano is a pervert who is most enthusiastic about human experimentation.

Qingze's hair color and eyes, as well as his lost sense of taste, are all thanks to them.

She looked at the medical staff following behind Fiano. When she looked at them, they all lowered their heads and avoided her gaze. Some of them were so serious that they started to tremble when she looked at them.

Ran Mouri lowered her eyelids and chuckled.

The young man's eyes were filled with undisguised indifference and disgust, he didn't give Fiano a kind look at all, and didn't even bother to speak.

Fiano didn't care about Qingze's dislike at all; this wasn't something that had just started.

He looked Qingze up and down, then smiled, a smile that seemed particularly neurotic on his face, which rarely saw sunlight.

"Your complexion is rosy and your blood is full of energy. It seems you're in good shape lately, so the quality of this material will be very high."

Ran Mouri disliked Fiano's gaze, which made her feel like a fish on a chopping board, as if she would be dissected, eaten, and swallowed at any moment.

The young man's face showed even more disgust and annoyance, and he completely ignored Fiano's comments about the materials.

It's like just completing a list of tasks; there's only impatience.

"You'd better hurry up and get to what you need to do today."

“I’ve been preparing for this for a while now. Come with me.” Fiano flipped through the folded pages in his hand and walked into the research room.

Ran Mouri followed Fiano inside, glancing back at Gin at the entrance. He hadn't entered the lab at all; he was leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette. He was only there to bring people over and had no intention of getting involved in the affairs here.

As he walked, Fiano carried a notebook and checked off the necessary checks and items one by one.

"As usual, we'll do a full body check-up and draw a few tubes of blood."

Upon hearing this, the young man's indifferent expression finally revealed a hint of surprise.

"Oh, so we don't need to do drug testing this time?"

"Being not."

Fiano adjusted his glasses, the light reflected from the lenses obscuring the excitement and anticipation in his eyes.

Ran Mouri followed Fiano through a series of detailed examinations.

The entire floor has more and more advanced testing equipment than Mikasa Central Hospital.

Ran Mouri had never undergone so many examinations, as if they wanted to thoroughly study every single cell in her body.

On the monitoring screen next to her, various data that Ran Mouri couldn't understand were flashing, while Fiano, who had been following her, was making notes from time to time.

The Vermouth that Qingze mentioned was very likely to appear did not show up. This Fiano simply performed various examinations on her and recorded data, without any signs of testing her.

But Ran Mouri didn't relax; instead, she became somewhat uneasy.

Chapter 23 You guys are getting more and more outrageous

The needle was inserted into the arm, and a full 500ml of bright red blood was drawn out.

Even though there is no pain, it is hard not to be horrified to see so much blood being drawn out.

The young man lowered his sleeves and stared menacingly at the coral head in front of him.

"Have I been too lenient lately? You've taken so much blood from me, you're getting more and more outrageous."

According to Qingze, blood is usually drawn in the form of 200-300 ml, but this time it was drawn in the form of 500 ml!

A blood draw of 500 ml is enough to make a person dizzy and weak, and in severe cases, even cause palpitations.

"There's no other way, my experiment has hit a bottleneck, so it's necessary to store more. Besides, you're in great shape today, and the blood quality is excellent."

Fiano shrugged, completely unconcerned about having 500 milliliters of blood drawn.

"This amount of blood shouldn't mean much to you."

If he weren't afraid the man in front of him would go crazy, he would have liked to smoke 1000ml at once.

The young man's expression grew even colder, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, ready to slam into that annoying face at any moment.

Fiano sensed danger, took a step back, adjusted his glasses, and spoke very quickly.

"This is permitted by the boss. If you have any objections, you can raise them with the boss."

Upon hearing the title "BOSS," the white-haired youth suppressed his burgeoning destructive urges.

He stared coldly at the person in front of him, his scarlet eyes dark and brooding.

"I hope that's true."

boom!

He slammed his fist into the wall, and the pristine white wall seemed to be struck by a giant hammer, sending shards of stone flying and spiderweb-like cracks spreading rapidly.

Ran Mouri shook her hand and sighed inwardly.

Mr. Qingze has really had a tough time.

If he didn't have a temper, he probably would have been bled to death long ago.

No wonder they call themselves lab rats; in their eyes, there's no difference between living people and lab rats.

She couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, and her bad premonition grew stronger.

Seeing the crater in the wall, the researcher holding the blood bag turned pale and trembled uncontrollably. Before him, another scene of a head being smashed open with a punch appeared.

Fiano adjusted his slipping glasses and frowned as he looked at the trembling researcher.

The quality of researchers these days is getting worse and worse.

Under Fiano's watchful eye, the young researcher fled in panic, carrying blood bags and blood-drawing equipment.

Fiano glanced at the hole in the wall, completely ignoring it.

He flipped through the folded notebook in his hand and said, "There's only one last project left before we're done."

A sound came through the earphones, and Ran Mouri received the signal. She let out a sneer and turned to leave.

Don't give them too much face, or they'll take advantage of you.

Mr. Qingze's words are indeed very reasonable.

Her intuition told her that this last project was not a good one, and she didn't want to do it.

Fiano continued writing something in the folded notebook without looking up, the cold, white light reflecting off his glasses.

"This project is something the boss insisted we do."

The young man suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes lowered slightly beneath his hood.

Her intuition told her that the bad feeling came from this last project.

But Qingze specifically instructed last night that when someone brings up the BOSS, even if you are unwilling, you must give him face.

This is the second time that Fiano has brought up the Boss.

The young man turned his head with a gloomy expression.

"lead the way."

Fiano smirked and casually led Ran Mouri into a room.

The room was empty, except for a strange device that looked like a motorcycle helmet, fixed to a chair, with various electrode pads and wires attached to it.

There was a screen on the wall next to it, connected to this device.

Ran Mouri's brow twitched; she wasn't really keen on sitting down.

"What kind of examination is this?"

"It's just an EEG test, don't worry, it's very safe."

Upon hearing this, Qingze, who had just finished cleaning and was then dragged shopping with the two girls, darkened his eyes.

Electroencephalogram (EEG) testing? Ha, what a load of rubbish!

He reached up and touched his ear, tapping his fingers lightly.

【accept】

Gin was guarding the laboratory entrance. Even if Ran Mouri had his body, she couldn't unleash even half of her fighting power. Without the support of firearms, she had no choice but to accept it.

He wanted to see what they were up to.

Ran Mouri sat down in the chair, lifted the hood and put on the helmet. In an instant, the silver-gray electrode pads inside automatically adhered to her scalp like a magnet, making a soft "click" sound.

The electric current seeps into the skull through the electrode pads, like countless fine needles traveling on the surface of the nerves.

Despite not feeling any real pain, Ran Mouri's temple throbbed, her brain felt as if it were being churned in ice water, and dizziness crept up her spine and spread throughout her body.

A low-frequency buzzing suddenly came into my ears. It wasn't the noise of mechanical operation, but rather a kind of electromagnetic wave vibration with a metallic texture, the buzzing sound penetrating deep into the cochlea.

The lab benches, instruments, and lights in my field of vision began to rotate in a spiral, and the white tiled floor twisted and deformed like melting syrup.

Qingze, who was in the department store, also felt the same dizziness.

My temples throbbed, as if countless tiny needles were gently stirring the gray matter in my brain.

My body swayed due to dizziness, and when I opened my eyes again, my vision had completely changed.

Before me was a bright, cold, incandescent light, a repulsive white lab coat, and that annoying face staring at the screen in front of me.

In a daze, Qingze suddenly ripped off his helmet, and the electrode pads sparked blindingly as they were violently pulled.

The broken wire twisted and bounced like a dying snake, making a dangerous crackling sound in the air.

He braced himself against the back of the chair, stood up, and threw the helmet in his hand at Fiano.

Fiano's pupils contracted sharply, and before he could react, a dull thud resounded from the metal against his skull.

thump—

Blood immediately gushed from Fiano's forehead, winding a hideous red trail across his pale face.

Qingze's knuckles cracked horribly as he grabbed Fiano by the throat with one hand and lifted him up.

The feeling of suffocation continued to rise, and Qingze's killing intent was undisguised. The folded notebook in Fiano's hand fell, and blood blurred his vision, but his consciousness remained clear.

Unafraid of death, he gripped Qingze's hands tightly, his fingertips digging deep into his flesh. His bloodshot eyes stared at Qingze, and broken words were squeezed out from his constricted throat:

"You...can't...kill...me!"

The low-frequency buzzing sound came again, and Qingze's hand involuntarily loosened, as if he was fighting against some kind of will. His eyes became even more bloodshot, and his expression was extremely ferocious.

Finally, before Fiano could completely suffocate, he let go completely, letting the blood-covered Fiano fall to the ground.

Qingze maintained his ferocious expression, glanced at the surveillance camera on the ceiling out of the corner of his eye, reached up to rub his dizzy head, and quietly turned off the headphones in his ears.

Chapter 24 They'll be killed sooner or later

"Xiaolan, what's wrong with you?"

In the shopping mall, Sonoko Suzuki quickly caught Ran Mouri, who was about to faint.

Leaning against Sonoko's body, Ran Mouri took several seconds to realize that she had returned to her own body.

Sure enough, that ominous premonition was not unfounded.

The stinging sensation seemed to linger in her mind as she clutched her head, feeling worried for Qingze.

I've switched back myself, so Qingze should switch back too.

What will Mr. Qingze face after he goes back?

What exactly does that instrument do?

There was no more sound coming from the earphones. She reached out and pressed a button; it seemed to have been turned off.

"Ran, you look terrible. Should we go to the hospital?" Sera Masumi, standing beside her, also looked worried. Ran Mouri's condition was clearly not good.

But she was perfectly fine just now, so why is she suddenly about to faint?

Hospital?

Ran Mouri's mind cleared instantly.