Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

How well was this confession written?

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Chapter 232 We've really messed up!

One, two, three...

Qingze heard his heart pounding like a drum.

He clutched his heart, feeling its uncontrollable, abnormal pounding, and let out a low laugh.

What? He has no brilliant soul whatsoever.

The one with a truly brilliant soul is herself.

Hang up the phone from Vermouth.

He covered his eyes, leaned back in the half-reclined chair, and let the smile spread freely across his face.

"This is really bad..."

……

Who could resist such a confession?

Vermouth asked herself this question.

If she were Koniak, she couldn't refuse.

It's not because of looks, money, wealth, power...

It is because of the deepest hidden self and the most authentic soul.

She suddenly felt a pang of jealousy towards Koniak.

Why does he deserve the affection of an angel?

Seeing the complex emotions that Vermouth couldn't hide on her face, Ran Mouri chuckled and said somewhat shyly:

"Perhaps teachers think that the soul is such an ethereal thing that it does not exist, but I can sense that it really exists."

"Just like when I met my teacher that night, I sensed that the pure land that my teacher was guarding in his heart, the one he didn't want to be defiled, was me."

Vermouth stared at her blankly, then broke into a bright smile.

"I underestimated you. I was worried that you would be deceived, but now it seems that I was the one who was deceived."

Her angel already knew who she was.

Ran Mouri was a little shy, but she didn't explain anything.

She knows too much, which makes it difficult for her to explain how she knows it.

"Then are you willing to learn my special skills from me? I will give you everything I have."

Vermouth adopted a teacher's posture and asked her seriously.

Koniak fell in love with her angel—that's an undeniable fact.

Especially after hearing such a confession, it's even less likely that she'll let go.

Xiaolan has done so much for him, so of course he can't give up easily.

Therefore, the only way to protect her is to enhance her ability to protect herself.

Her greatest asset is her ability to disguise herself.

Koniak is doing relatively well now, but no one can guarantee what will happen in the future.

Time is long and enduring.

Passion fades easily, and feelings decline easily.

Nobody knows what will happen in the future.

If she learns this, she can hide and escape if Koniak suddenly goes mad in the future.

"willing!"

"The sooner the better, let's start tonight."

Vermouth picked up her phone and found that the call had been disconnected sometime earlier.

Her smile remained unchanged as she led Ran Mouri into her dressing room.

"Today's task is to learn about these tools..."

As for the person downstairs, let him wait patiently.

Qingze waited until 10:30, which led to a phone call from his elderly father questioning him.

He managed to appease his skeptical father by claiming that he had met the famous star Chris Vineyard.

He grimaced unhappily as he watched Ran Mouri open the car door and get in.

"If you don't come down soon, I'm starting to think I'll be collecting your corpse tonight."

He has plenty of time, but the problem is that Kogoro Mouri is very unhappy that Ran Mouri hasn't come home yet.

Ran Mouri stuck out her tongue. "The teacher is teaching me."

"What did she teach you? Why did you hang up the phone?"

He started the car and asked the same question as always, as if the unexpected confession he had overheard didn't exist.

"My teacher is teaching me the art of disguise."

"This is her specialty, and she's going to teach it to you like this?"

"My teacher said that I've come under the organization's scrutiny and I need to learn more so that I can protect myself."

"At least she has some brains..."

Ran Mouri, pondering what she needed to learn, sighed, "I feel like I'm going to run out of time again."

"You can put off counter-surveillance for now. First, learn the art of disguise. I'll take you to Kyoto this Saturday night to settle things there. He's been causing trouble for long enough..."

"Ah."

It was already 11 o'clock when the Maybach stopped downstairs at the office. The Poirot Café was already closed, but the lights on the third floor, which was usually off, were still on.

The elderly father is waiting for his daughter to come home.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Qingze."

Watching Ran Mouri go upstairs, Aoze started the car and turned it around.

I opened the car window, and the autumn wind blew in, bringing a chill.

After enjoying the breeze for a while, he rolled down the car window and dialed Vermouth's number.

Vermouth wasn't surprised to receive this guy's call.

"Is Xiaolan home yet?"

"of course."

Are you happy to hear the confession?

Vermouth's tone was sour and sarcastic, and she couldn't help but speak in a sarcastic and unpleasant manner.

I should have known better than to make that call.

Originally, I wanted him to realize his own limitations and stay away from Xiaolan.

result……

Ugh, this is annoying.

"good."

Aoze's lips curled up, completely ignoring Vermouth's sarcastic remarks.

Not bad? Heh?

Vermouth really wanted to punch him in the face.

"I can barely admit to sticking to myself, but a brilliant soul, do you have that?"

"How could I not have it? Who dares to compare with me in the brilliance of their soul?"

Vermouth made no attempt to hide her disdain: "You really know how to pat yourself on the back."

She lit a cigarette, took the phone, and walked to the balcony, letting the autumn wind blow through her silvery-white hair.

"I didn't expect that you had already told her everything..."

The cigarette glowed and faded between her fingertips. Vermouth exhaled a puff of smoke, her eyes narrowed, making her emotions unreadable.

I thought I knew this person fairly well, but I found that most of the personality he displayed was fake.

When exactly did they start hiding it?

Qingze's lips twitched slightly.

If they met under normal circumstances, that would definitely be impossible.

The problem is that his acquaintance with Ran Mouri was not normal.

"How I date is none of your business."

Vermouth gritted her teeth and flicked the cigarette butt, skipping over the topic.

How have you been doing these past few years of recuperation?

"It's alright, pretty normal."

Does the boss know about her situation?

"Thanks to you, I understand."

Vermouth fell silent.

There's no such thing as knowing beforehand, and she and Koniak could never have communicated.

Fortunately, the BOSS won't attack Ran Mouri casually.

"The boss is fine, the problem is with Rum..."

Boss's greatest need is to live. As he grows older and research on Drug A comes to a near standstill, he wants to transfer his consciousness out of his aging body. There are no strict tasks required of him.

Using Ran Mouri to cooperate with the experiment, control Rum, and maintain the stability of the organization is enough for the boss.

But rum is different.

Back when that old codger wasn't really involved, Rum was in charge of running the organization.

If Rum knew this weakness of his and didn't seize it, he wouldn't be Rum.

The simplest way to solve this problem is to kill Rum.

Chapter 233 Dad, I'm a little confused

"You want to kill Rum?" Vermouth narrowed her eyes.

"What, it's not okay?"

“If it involves Xiaolan, killing her wouldn’t be a problem. But the issue is, it would be difficult to explain if we killed her.”

Rum is not so easy to kill.

This person is very cautious; he even uses a voice changer when he talks to them on the phone.

She had almost forgotten what Rum looked like.

Moreover, killing Rum would likely throw the organization into chaos immediately.

Qingze didn't care about any explanations; he would explain after he killed him.

He is not a passive person who waits passively.

We've been waiting for the main characters to make their move, but who knows how long that will take?

Once the stage is set up, give them a little hint, and they'll swarm in like sharks smelling blood.