Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

She felt that even if it was rifle bullets, Qingze could hide without any problem.

Last time, he had to "kidnap" her and impersonate Gin, which greatly limited his ability to act.

Qingze honestly hummed in agreement.

If she hadn't "kidnapped" Ran Mouri, Vermouth's shot would never have hit him.

Ran Mouri lowered her eyes and brows.

She thought she had helped, but...

Aoze glanced at her. "If you hadn't come, I would have been injured even more badly. I would have walked into their encirclement and shot Shinichi Kudo."

Ran Mouri twitched the corner of her mouth, neither saying whether she believed it or not.

Can I try it?

"can."

Qingze set up a ball-serving machine for her and adjusted the serving speed to medium.

Ran Mouri discovered that these small balls hit her body with a noticeable, not-so-light, sensation.

"This is not a gun. Don't think like you're dodging a pistol bullet. Don't try to predict what will happen."

"You need to do more than just look; you also need to listen to the wind, feel the airflow, and track its path..."

"Respect your senses; they will tell you where the bullet will land..."

As she was repeatedly struck, Ran Mouri got the hang of it, and the number of times she was hit visibly decreased.

Qingze gave her pointers and was quite satisfied to see how quickly she could get into the swing of things.

Ran Mouri is very talented and has a solid foundation; with a little polishing, she can become a fine gem.

Chapter 241 was just so-so.

After several rounds, Ran Mouri was panting heavily.

She was already struggling with just a ball-serving machine, and her dodge rate wasn't high either. It's hard to imagine how Qingze managed to do it.

To this, Qingze's answer was—

Practice makes perfect.

Reflect, analyze, and review.

Keep practicing, get injured, and then improve.

During a break while retrieving the balls, Ran Mouri asked:

"Mr. Qingze, do you train every day?"

When they swapped bodies, he didn't assign her any workout tasks.

"I practice whenever I have free time, but at my current level, practicing every day isn't very meaningful."

Training is for maintaining his fighting spirit and combat sensitivity; whether or not he works out is of little significance to him.

"You can try this training, but it won't be very meaningful for you. I don't recommend that you spend your time and energy on it."

"You are unlikely to encounter a situation where you are surrounded by bullets."

"Compared to this, what you need is more practical training."

Aoze pulled out a gun and, while Ran Mouri was still in a daze, pointed it at her.

"This gun is a Glock 17, with a magazine capacity of 17 rounds, and it's a single-shot gun."

"It contains blank cartridges, but even blank cartridges can cause intense pain when you get hit."

"Come on, use your bullet-dodging skills to dodge my bullets."

After he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger.

boom!

A flash of gunfire! A piercing whistling sound!

The moment Aozawa pulled the trigger, Ran Mouri's entire body tensed up instantly!

She couldn't see the bullets at all; her eyes were fixed on Qingze's wrist and the muzzle of the gun.

She couldn't dodge the bullets; to avoid them, she could only anticipate where the gun was pointing.

He's going to hit his right leg!

Her body moved faster than her brain; she kicked off with her right leg, slammed her left knee down, and twisted her body with the power of her waist and abdomen.

laugh!

A sharp, burning pain shot through the outside of my right thigh as the bullet grazed my skin and pierced through the fabric of my pants.

Even blank rounds still possess formidable kinetic energy.

The second shot flashed again, and Ran Mouri, ignoring the pain, lunged forward to the right with all her might! The scorching air grazed her left arm.

You dodged that shot!

The third shot.

Before she could even regain her balance, the gun was already firmly pointed at her chest.

The core area is unavoidable.

She took a deep breath, her core instantly tensed like a steel plate, and her upper body curled up backward like a shrimp.

A sharp pain, like being hit by a steel ball, came from the outside of my left shoulder.

The fourth shot, the fifth shot... Qingze's expression remained unchanged as he fired bullet after bullet, giving the opponent only a brief moment to observe.

The first few shots were fine, but as the bullets continued to explode, Ran Mouri could no longer determine the direction of the gun.

First, it's impossible to keep your eyes glued to the gun while moving; second, after a few bursts of fire, your body visibly slows down.

The delay was less than a second, but under a gun, a second could be fatal.

"He can burst out quickly, but he can't maintain that level of endurance."

Qingze stopped what he was doing; there were eleven bullets left in his gun.

Ran Mouri was breathing heavily. Of the six bullets, she had only managed to dodge one completely.

This state of complete concentration, with all muscles tense and the mind highly focused, is extremely physically demanding.

It was several times more tiring than when she was dodging the ball machine.

Qingze tossed her a bottle of water. "Does it hurt?"

Ran Mouri took the water, turned it on, took a big gulp, and shook her head, "It's okay."

It definitely hurts, but compared to a real bullet, it's not so bad.

Once Ran Mouri's breathing calmed down, Aoze tossed her the gun. The pistol bounced a few times in her hand, making Ran Mouri's heart leap into her throat.

"Mr. Qingze, you're risking a fire by throwing things around like that!"

"No, the Glock's safety is on the trigger. As long as the trigger isn't pulled, it won't fire accidentally."

"What about the other guns?"

"Yes. So, only Glock can be thrown away freely."

Qingze retreated to a position ten meters away from her, "You treated me as your enemy, and with the intention of killing me, you shot at me."

Realizing that Qingze was about to demonstrate her bullet-dodging skills, Ran Mouri smiled excitedly, eager to try.

Holding the gun in both hands, she pointed the muzzle at Qingze's forehead.

At a distance of ten meters, based on her practice at the shooting range, her hit rate is 100%.

She just needs to hit the target; it doesn't matter where she hits it.

With his index finger on the trigger, he noted that the Glock's trigger was heavier than those of other pistols, but this did not affect his performance in the slightest.

boom--

As Qingze walked forward, bullets flew by. He casually tilted his head, and the bullets whizzed past his ear.

Then, a second shot came flying in.

Qingze turned to the side, and the bullet didn't even graz the corner of his clothes.

As the distance closed, Qingze kept his hands in his pockets and strolled leisurely. Bullets, as if they had eyes, whistled past him as he casually tilted his head, turned to the side, and adjusted his feet.

Ran Mouri went from initial excitement to astonishment, and then to frustration.

Such a close distance?

How could she miss?

She unconsciously quickened the pace of pulling the trigger.

However, this is not a rapid-fire gun; the bullet interval can only be this fast at most.

Before the final shot was fired, Qingze was already upon them.

He swiftly inserted his index finger behind the trigger, looking mockingly at the muzzle of the gun pressed against his heart.

"Shoot, this shot is sure to hit."

Seeing his confident yet irritating demeanor, Ran Mouri rolled her eyes speechlessly.

I admit your combo was cool, but I was the one who got messed up.

"I surrender, you win."

Ran Mouri released the gun, and Aozawa held it, twirling it in his hand.

He raised an eyebrow and asked smugly, "How was it?"

Ran Mouri crossed her arms and mimicked his expression, scoffing, "It's just so-so."

"Cut~"

Qingze tossed the gun to her, turned around and waved, "You can play with it yourself, I'm going to take a shower."

Looking at the gun in her hand and the person who had already turned around, Ran Mouri's lips curled into a smile, and she raised the gun.

boom--

As the bullet flew from the muzzle, Qingze seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, nimbly dodging it to the side.

After finishing, he looked at Ran Mouri, gave her a thumbs up, then lowered his thumb, raised his chin slightly, and mouthed a gesture.

"Trash."

Ran Mouri was speechless.

I can't hit it, I really can't hit it.

Qingze smiled, waved, and left.

Ran Mouri glanced at the gun in her hand and smiled.

"That's amazing!"

Her eyes shone with admiration.

The dodge was fluid and graceful, like a leisurely stroll, as elegant as dancing a waltz.

Even if you know he's faking it and trying to look cool, you can't help but be impressed by his nonchalant demeanor.

Next time they switch bodies, she wants to try it out and see if she can dodge bullets as gracefully and beautifully.

She put the gun aside and went to the ball machine.

Just like Qingze said, she can explode, but she can't maintain her stamina.

You can dodge the first shot, the second shot, but you can't dodge the fourth or fifth shot.

A ball machine is a great way to train endurance.

She set the ball machine to low speed, didn't dodge, and used both fists and feet to attack the incoming ball with karate.

Just like Qingze said.