Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

His long silver hair was cut short at ear level and dyed black. His bangs covered his forehead and eyebrows, making him look non-threatening and giving him a scholarly air.

Curaçao touched her hair. "Yeah, a lot of my hair was singed, so I just changed my look. Black hair won't attract much attention."

The scissors and hair dye were readily available. Although her self-cut hair didn't look very neat, she didn't go out and didn't need to be so particular.

“You look much better than before, much more vibrant.” Ran Mouri’s eyes crinkled into crescents.

Previously, Curaçao was like a puppet on strings, bound and lifeless, with a dim soul.

Now, it's as if the bird has broken free of its cage, its eyes filled with life and vitality, and its soul has become light as well.

"Really?" Curaçao was delighted. "I also feel some changes in myself, but I can't quite put my finger on it..."

"Stop talking at the door."

Qingze interrupted the two girls' conversation at the door and walked into the living room carrying two large bags.

Ran Mouri introduced the things she brought to Curaçao one by one, "I bought some potato chips. I didn't know what flavors you liked, so I just took a bag of each..."

"I bought some fruit; I eat some to supplement my vitamins..."

"Do you have enough ingredients here? I bought some vegetables, eggs and meat."

"These are some of the more popular novels lately, they're quite interesting..."

Curaçao watched the girl in front of her with unusual focus as she earnestly introduced the various items she had brought.

This is a completely different feeling from when I was facing Qingze.

Gentle and tolerant.

It's not glaring, but like being enveloped in winter sunlight, making people feel safe and warm.

Qingze didn't interrupt their conversation. He checked the house and then walked around the yard.

Everything inside and outside the house was as usual.

The surrounding houses remain uninhabited, and few pedestrians pass by.

Back inside, the two girls were already chatting in the kitchen.

Ran Mouri is trying to salvage the pot of curry on the stove, while Curaçao is studying diligently.

"If you're not sure how much seasoning to add, you can add a little and taste it. Once you get more practice, you'll be able to add it more precisely."

"White sugar can be used to enhance flavor and freshness. If you're not making a sweet dish, just add a little bit..."

Curaçao nodded and made a note of it.

"If you add too much salt like this, you can add a little more water and some more ingredients..."

Ran Mouri stirred the curry in the pot. When she felt it was almost done, she dipped a little curry in her chopsticks and tasted it.

The curry that was previously too salty or too sweet has returned to normal.

"Well, it's alright."

She picked up a new chopstick, dipped it in the liquid, and handed it to Curaçao.

"Try it now, how does it taste?"

Curaçao took a bite, and her eyes lit up slightly.

"It's not salty anymore!"

"Right, cooking is very simple..."

The glow of the setting sun streamed in through the window, spilling onto the floor, and the orange-yellow halo brought warmth to the entire kitchen.

As she savored the curry, Curaçao's eyes crinkled into crescents, her smile radiating happiness and joy.

This is the new life she wanted.

Warm, peaceful, tranquil.

Qingze leaned against the doorway, watching them with a slight smile on his lips.

Chapter 240 So fast, so strong

Saturday arrived quietly.

Having received the letter of authorization, Kogoro Mouri is packing his things to head to Akita.

The client is a company president who received a threatening letter and specifically invited Kogoro Mouri to protect his personal safety.

"Dad, be careful on the road."

"I estimate I won't be back until the day after tomorrow. Be careful while you're home alone, and don't open the door to strangers..."

"Don't worry, don't nag me like a child. Don't you know how good I am, Dad?"

Ran Mouri smiled, wanting her dad to leave the house as soon as possible.

Kogoro Mouri stood at the doorway, carrying simple luggage, squinting at her:

Why do I get the feeling that you really want me to leave quickly?

Despite having her thoughts read, Ran Mouri remained calm, placing one hand on her hip and raising her eyebrows.

“Dad, you haven’t received many commissions this month, and we’re almost running out of money for living expenses! Now that we have a new commission, we have to do it properly.”

Kogoro Mouri pouted, "Okay."

"If you encounter a mystery you can't solve, just text Conan..."

"Ask him? Don't I have any pride?"

Kogoro Mouri muttered something and walked away.

Ran Mouri breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the door.

Strangely enough, since Conan left, the number of cases handled by the agency has visibly decreased.

Occasionally, I receive some requests, but they are mostly for finding cats, dogs, or investigating infidelity.

This request today is quite coincidental.

She went to her room and began to change her clothes.

She had made plans to go to Kyoto today, and she had been waiting for this day for a long time.

She even prepared a camera to record videos, which she then anonymously shared with the Fukuda family's political enemies, sent a copy to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and emailed to some news media.

She refused to believe that Fukuda Shin could remain unscathed when his crimes were rampant!

She changed into a hooded sweatshirt that she rarely wears, and then put a baseball cap on her head.

Looking at her all-black outfit, Ran Mouri felt inexplicably guilty.

What's with this feeling of wanting to do something bad?

She reflected on it seriously.

She is neither doing bad things nor doing good things; she doesn't need to put on a righteous front, nor does she need to bind herself with morality or law.

If even the enemy doesn't abide by morality and law, then there's no point in her abiding by the law.

She thought Qingze said something very good.

When I can't reason with you, I'm also somewhat skilled in martial arts.

To deal with evil people, you must use the same methods as you would use against evil people.

After thinking it through, some of the psychological burdens disappeared.

She picked up her phone, intending to send a message to Qingze saying she was coming over, but then she changed her mind and didn't send it.

She didn't know what Qingze usually did at home, so she quietly went over and caught him off guard!

Hey.

Having put the previous embarrassment behind her, and with a mischievous idea in mind, she took out her key, quietly opened the door, and then tiptoed into the house after changing her shoes.

Tonight I'm going to infiltrate the Fukuda family home. Would you consider this a rehearsal?

There was no one in the living room. There was no one in the kitchen either.

There was no one in the home theater.

Are they still not awake?

She quietly went up to the second floor and saw that the bedroom door was open. She cautiously peeked out half of her head.

With eyes half-closed, wary of seeing someone sleeping naked, and ready to pull their head back immediately if anything seemed amiss.

Huh? Nobody's here?

Not only was the bedroom empty, but the study was also empty; there was no one from Qingze in the entire house.

Standing in the living room, Ran Mouri gave an awkward twitch of her lips.

So, is she just amusing herself?

She took out her phone and sent a message to Qingze.

[Mr. Qingze, where are you?]

【Harada Town. 】

Ran Mouri found out, in the villa where he had initially lived.

She got on her motorcycle and headed to Qingze's location.

When she rang the doorbell, Qingze, wearing a vest, opened the door for her while wiping away sweat.

Looking at the man covered in sweat, Ran Mouri tilted her head and asked, "Mr. Aozawa, are you training?"

The vest hugged his well-defined, muscular physique, and sweat dripped down his skin, giving him an inexplicably sexy look.

Her gaze was somewhat unfocused.

Honestly, why is it that even though she's seen this body so many times, she still gets shy?

"Mmm," Qingze hummed softly.

Skills will deteriorate if not used for a long time; training is a daily necessity to maintain strength.

"How is the training conducted? Can I observe it?"

Ran Mouri was a little curious.

"what ever."

After taking a few sips of water, Qingze returned to the basement.

In the basement, there were several ball-serving machines.

The ball-serving machines were placed in different locations, and inside were many small balls the same size as ping-pong balls.

Several ball machines started up at the same time, and the balls inside flew out quickly like bullets, without any pattern, like machine guns sweeping through the training room.

Ran Mouri stared wide-eyed as he moved swiftly and agilely around the training room, dodging the attacks of the ball-serving machine. His speed was so fast that she couldn't even catch a glimpse of his entire figure with her naked eye.

So fast, so strong.

It feels like something no human could do.

The round ended quickly, and Qingze stopped, his chest heaving violently.

He frowned, somewhat dissatisfied.

I was hit several times.

He took a basket, picked up the balls one by one, put them into the ball machine, and continued to the next round.

Ran Mouri watched from the side, and it seemed as if she saw that boy in the training field again.

Focused, hardworking, and relentlessly pushing their physical limits.

With an almost demanding self-expectation.

Ran Mouri helped retrieve the ball and asked a question.

"If I hadn't been there last time, you could have easily dodged that bullet, right?"

She felt that these ball-launching machines were as fast as bullets, and they were firing in rapid succession.