Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"My teacher is in a coffee shop. I wonder if she'll have time to teach me today."

"She was in disguise?"

"Hmm." Ran Mouri nodded, then continued, "That new clerk was asking me about Shinichi."

Qingze seemed to be deep in thought.

Are they here because of Shinichi Kudo?

But there's no need for someone investigating Shinichi Kudo to specifically work as a waiter, is there?

“My dad also noticed something was wrong. He said that Ms. Yada is actually a man…”

Ran Mouri paused, somewhat embarrassed, "Although I felt that this waitress's appearance was a bit unusual, as she was taller than the average woman, I never doubted her gender..."

This new waitress has been here for four or five days. Although we haven't had much interaction, I haven't noticed any gender issues, which is definitely a shortcoming of hers.

"It's normal to be limited by fixed mindsets," Qingze casually commented.

"To avoid being detected when wearing women's clothing, there are actually high requirements for body shape. You can't be tall, your frame can't be large, your skin can't be rough, your fingers can be slender, your facial features can be soft, and you can be malleable... You can't have too obvious male characteristics, such as an Adam's apple or stubble..."

"Otherwise, even if someone wears women's clothing and a wig, it will still look very out of place."

Ran Mouri recalled for a moment and said:

"It doesn't look out of place for Risa Yada to dress as a woman. Although her frame is a bit larger than that of a normal woman, her three-dimensional features and mixed-race appearance make people think that she was born that way."

"The hands are a little rough, but only a little; they wouldn't immediately give the impression of being a man's hands..."

"He wore makeup to cover his pores and skin, and as for his Adam's apple, he always wore a turtleneck sweater..."

"Did you have your feet checked?" Qingze asked.

Ran Mouri nodded.

“His feet are quite big too. He was wearing high heels, and the shoe size looked to be 39 or 40.”

"That should be Binga." Qingze immediately identified the person.

Body shape, bone structure, shoe size, mixed race—only Binga fits these criteria.

"Binga?" Ran Mouri had never heard of this kind of liquor.

"A type of liquor made from sugarcane juice. It belongs to Rum's people. They are intelligence agents, of average combat strength, skilled in infiltration, and have strong hacking skills."

Ran Mouri remembered Rum; Aozawa had mentioned him to her.

This is the organization's second-in-command. Curaçao is one of Rum's men, and Bourbon is also under Rum's command.

Gin's status is not as high as Rum's on the surface.

"Will he find out that Shinichi isn't dead?"

"That depends on how your childhood sweetheart plans to handle it. Keep an eye on it; I'm also very curious about how they'll deal with Rum's investigation."

Ran Mouri nodded.

She has already informed Shinichi, and Shinichi's calm demeanor suggests he already had a solution in mind.

She brought the cooked instant noodles to the table. The noodles were simple; she added an egg and some vegetables.

"How is Miss Curaçao?"

"It's a recovery period; internal injuries don't heal so easily."

"Does she have enough personal supplies? When is her period? Have you prepared sanitary products for her?"

Qingze: ?_?...

"How would I know when her period is..."

Why would he care about other people's menstrual cycles when he's bored?

Ran Mouri knew this would happen.

Curaçao probably wouldn't be able to bring it up easily either.

"This is very important; it would be a lot of trouble if we didn't have it."

While the inability to go out and the lack of daily necessities may not cause major problems, the various minor inconveniences can be quite annoying.

It was unlikely that Qingze would take care of every little detail, so Ran picked up his phone and called Curaçao.

Curaçao stood in the kitchen, holding a cookbook and studying dinner.

The recipe was brought over by Qingze when he came last time. In addition to the recipe, there were also some ingredients.

Cooking is not one of the skills she possesses.

Within the organization, there's no need to worry about meals.

But now that I live here alone, it's impossible for me to eat fast food every day.

The body needs nutrition, and even more so for healing injuries.

She also wanted to find something to do, something meaningful.

So they are researching how to cook.

"How much is a small amount of white sugar? And how big is a spoonful of salt?"

Looking at the recipe and then at the curry simmering in the pot, she was at a loss.

Her phone rang in her pocket, and she immediately put down what she was holding to answer it.

"Hey?"

"I am Ran Mouri."

Curaçao was delighted to hear Ran Mouri's voice.

"Miss Mori!"

"Are you lacking any daily necessities? When is your period? Have you prepared any sanitary products? Slippers, socks, underwear, do you need to buy any more...?"

Hearing her concern, Curaçao felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

She had almost forgotten that she even had a period.

She answered Ran Mouri's questions one by one.

"My period is next week, and I don't have any sanitary products. I have slippers and socks here, but could you please buy me a few more sets of underwear?"

The clothes I bought last time have been delivered here, so I have clothes to change into, or at least I can wear men's clothes.

There's nothing else missing.

"Okay, is there anything else I need to bring?"

"Please bring some seasonings; I only have salt and sugar here..."

"it is good."

Chapter 239 Don't fool yourself

Ran Mouri figured she should also bring her some fruits, vegetables, and snacks...

I might as well buy a few novels while I'm at it. I always see Curaçao with that light novel I bought last time whenever I go there.

"By the way, Mr. Qingze, do you have any skincare products over there?"

Qingze, who was eating noodles, looked up and blinked at her.

Ran Mouri felt she had asked a stupid question.

If they didn't even think of preparing hygiene products for people, then there's no way they would have thought of skincare products.

Qingze himself doesn't use it.

After hanging up the phone, she suddenly remembered a question.

"Mr. Qingze, did you take care of my skin when you became me?"

"...You didn't mention it."

"Remember next time. It doesn't have to be complicated. Just apply some moisturizer after washing your face in the morning and evening."

"it is good."

After finishing their meal, Qingze put on a mask and went with Ran Mouri to buy things for Curaçao.

Arriving at the large supermarket, Ran Mouri pushed her shopping cart, picking and choosing items, occasionally asking Aozawa for his opinion.

"Just buy whatever you like. I don't know what she likes to eat, and I doubt she does either."

"So, what are some things she likes to do?"

How would I know?

"So what does she do when she's home alone?"

How would I know?

Hearing these almost identical words, Ran Mouri felt helpless.

"Mr. Qingze, how come you don't know anything about this?"

Why does it feel like we brought the person home and then just let them run wild?

Shouldn't they at least show some concern and care?

"Why should I know this?" Qingze retorted.

He's not Curaçao's parents, why is he worrying so much?

They're all adults; they're not incapable of taking care of themselves.

He was already showing great care by occasionally taking the time to check on her and bring her some supplies.

There's really no need to waste your energy on such trivial matters.

"But that's not how you make friends."

"...Are you misunderstanding something?"

Qingze looked at Ran Mouri's head and wondered what was inside.

I thought this was just kids playing house, making friends?

“I’m not some great philanthropist. The reason I took her away was twofold: first, to give it a try, and second, because she has value.”

Ran Mouri stopped and stared into his eyes for a long time before shaking her head seriously.

"No, that's not right. That's not your whole true thought."

Qingze was amused by her, "How do you know this isn't my true feeling? Are you Qingze or am I Qingze?"

Ran Mouri didn't reply to him. She took a few bags of potato chips from the shelf and put them in her shopping cart.

She always felt that the biggest reason Qingze saved Curaçao was because he saw himself in her.

How similar their experiences are! Both were manipulated, forced to do things they didn't want to do.

In fact, the situation in Curaçao is even more serious.

For Qingze, taking Curaçao away from the organization was also a kind of alternative way of expressing his feelings.

It's like looking at a version of yourself that resembles yourself.

Saving her is like indirectly saving yourself.

Seeing Ran Mouri's expression that said, "I've seen right through you," Qingze raised his eyebrows high.

What kind of expression is that?

Ran Mouri tilted her head and looked at him, her smile carrying a deeper meaning.

"Mr. Qingze, you can fool me, but don't fool yourself too."

Qingze: "......???"

Curaçao heard a noise at the door and hurried to the entrance, where she saw two people coming in.

"Huh? You got a haircut? And you dyed it black."

Ran Mouri hadn't come over since she started learning the tracking course, so she was somewhat surprised to see Curaçao.