Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

However, if we're talking about how similar he is to Gin, we can only say that he's about three-tenths similar.

Ran Mouri blinked as she watched Aoze pull out makeup tools from a drawer and begin applying makeup.

First, use foundation to blend the silicone with your skin. Then, draw on dark circles under your eyes that look like you've been working overtime for many days and look miserable. Next, use concealer to cover your cupid's bow, leaving thin lips that are twisted into a line and look cold.

Ran Mouri was amazed.

"That's amazing..."

She does makeup and has cosmetics, but she only does light makeup. She has tried glamorous makeup before, but how should I put it, in the hands of a makeup novice like her, she looks better without makeup than with it.

Moreover, she doesn't usually need to wear makeup, and even if she does need to, there's always Yuanzi to help her. She's never really practiced makeup seriously.

“When I was 14, I followed Vermouth for a while. She taught me how to do makeup. She loved to mess with my face and even forced me to dress up as a woman…”

Ran Mouri listened to him speak of these past events so casually, as if they had left many traces, yet also seemed to have left nothing at all.

"Is it after leaving the training camp?"

"Yes. I got a code name, and she's my first teacher."

"Then why don't you have a good relationship with your teacher?"

"Because at that time, in her eyes I was just a toy, a Barbie doll to be played with."

Qingze put on the wig, fiddled with his hairstyle, and continued speaking without any joy or sorrow.

"When you are weak, anger is seen as cute by others, and dignity is seen as fun by others."

Aozawa coldly pointed out a fact: "Your teacher is good to you, but only to you, though it may also include Shinichi Kudo."

"My relationship with her cannot be simply categorized as good or bad. There is affection, but there is also resentment. We can cooperate sincerely when working together, but when it comes to stabbing each other in the back, we will absolutely not hesitate."

"Like your teacher's shot, she was aiming for my head."

Ran Mouri was startled.

At the time, Qingze only said that Vermouth had injured him, without mentioning that Vermouth had fired the shot with the intention of killing him.

The facade of warmth was suddenly torn away, revealing the cold and cruel nature within.

She felt a little cold.

Qingze glanced at her. "She really went all out for you. She took four shots from me, but she still managed to hold on..."

The cold wind stopped abruptly.

Ran Mouri didn't know what to say.

They're from the same organization, but they can be really ruthless when they fight.

In this organization, camaraderie seems to be nonexistent.

The teacher only allowed her to visit her a month later. Was it because she had been recovering from her injury for that month?

The injury shouldn't have healed yet? She didn't even notice...

"Your teacher is nice to you now, but who can say what will happen in the future? People change all the time, so you can't be too careful. Don't trust her too much..."

Hearing Qingze's words, Mouri Ran felt somewhat helpless.

The teacher said the same thing.

"I know."

Qingze put on a black wide-brimmed hat, and the gin was freshly made.

Although you can see that her face looks stiff and there are obvious signs of makeup when you look closely, that's from a very close distance.

At normal social distancing, no one dares to stare at that face closely.

He looked in the mirror and gave a sneer reminiscent of a Gin brand.

"Wow! It really looks like Gin." Ran Mouri exclaimed.

Although this was the second time I had seen Aozawa dressed like this, it was the first time I had ever witnessed Aozawa "transform" into Gin.

She checked the time; it had taken her an hour and a half since she started changing clothes.

This was even when Qingze was very skilled.

"It's not as good as your teacher's disguise skills. You just need to make a mask in advance and put it on your head. Why make it so complicated?"

Those disguise masks are so realistic that even upon close inspection, you can't see anything unusual on the face, and they're not limited by bone structure.

That's very unscientific.

"Sit down, I'll do your makeup."

Ran Mouri sat obediently, watching Aozawa, sporting a Gin-inspired look, fiddling with her face.

He was very serious and focused, it's just his face...

"Could you please take off the wig first?"

Having a face like Gin's puts a lot of pressure on her.

"Ha, woman, don't try to provoke me."

Qingze, wearing Gin's face and speaking in Gin's tone, delivered lines typical of a domineering CEO.

Ran Mouri's toes gripped the soles of her shoes.

Where did you see that?

"The Domineering CEO Falls in Love with Me"

Ran Mouri really wanted to cover her face.

Help!

What kind of nonsense is this!

"That's a classic line."

"Don't say things like that next time, it's too embarrassing..."

"And what about this sentence?"

Under Ran Mouri's questioning gaze, Aoze cleared his throat.

"Woman, I want everyone to know that you've taken over this fishpond!"

Ran Mouri: "...??"

"How awkward... why is it a fishpond?"

"Perhaps it's because the person who said that has a family that runs a fish farm."

Qingze smiled, tied up the long silver hair with a rubber band, and continued applying makeup to her.

Ran Mouri has great skin. Qingze adjusted her facial features, making them noticeably different from before, and giving her a sharp and beautiful look.

Finally, she applied red lipstick, instantly transforming from a naive young girl into a radiant mature woman.

Qingze held her chin and looked at her, seemingly satisfied.

Ran Mouri looked at herself in the mirror from left to right, admiring her strikingly beautiful face.

"I think you can do my makeup for the school festival, Mr. Aozawa."

"Self-reliance leads to abundance," Qingze refused.

He pulled out a long, brown, curly wig and handed it to Ran Mouri.

"Put it on."

Ran Mouri put on the wig after securing her original hair with a hairnet.

Once you change your hairstyle, it's like you're a completely different person.

When Vermouth taught her the art of disguise, she also showed her a mask to try on, but it felt completely different.

The former is makeup, where you can still vaguely see your own reflection; the latter is disguise, where you completely become another person.

Looking at the short black coat that Qingze handed her, Ran Mouri expressed genuine doubt.

"There's a question I've always wanted to ask."

"Ok?"

"Is it because the organization is called the Black Organization that we have to wear black for our operations?"

Conan is always referred to as the Black Organization. Whether it's Aozawa, Gin, or Vodka, they all wear black when they're on missions.

"...The Black Organization, what a corny name. I'm called the Organization's Winery."

"【Drinkhouse】is such a corny name. Don't they have any proper names?"

"Yes, Karasuma Group."

"It doesn't sound like the name of such a mysterious organization..."

"Our official name, of course, must be transparent. In private, we all use nicknames. Some people call the organization 'The Raven,' but most people call us 'The Winery.'"

Chapter 244 Live Broadcast in the Dark

A black car was driving on the highway, with Ran Mouri's laptop propped up on her lap, displaying a topographical map of the Fukuda residence on its screen.

"Mr. Qingze, how did you get this?"

"To infiltrate, intelligence gathering and terrain reconnaissance are fundamental skills. Why do you think I would specifically come on a Saturday?"

"why?"

"Their family is having a family dinner tonight, and all members will be there. It's not enough for just one person to leak information about such a large family; only when everyone does it together can the effect be truly impactful and create a huge uproar online."

Qingze investigated this family. These people had been in high positions for too long and held power for too long, so they no longer treated people as human beings.

Not a single member of the family is clean.

Ran Mouri tilted her head to look at him, "I thought Mr. Aozawa wouldn't interfere with this bet."

Because of Fukuda Shin, Aozawa's family was destroyed, and he even ended up in the organization, becoming a guinea pig.

It can be said that Fukuda Shin single-handedly created Aozawa's unfortunate life.

Strangely, Aozawa didn't seem to harbor much hatred towards Fukuda Shin.

Indifferent and disgusted, but without hatred.

Qingze turned his head to the side, a playful smile curving his lips.

"I also want to see how the Japanese government will respond to this media offensive, and whether such a powerful political family can be brought down because of it."

If this can be covered up, then he'd be quite happy to see the public lose trust in the government.

The Fukuda residence occupies a very large area.

As a long-established family, every step inside is a scenic view.

The huge courtyard is comparable to a park, and there is even a sizable lake in the courtyard.

Aozawa and Ran Mouri stood outside the courtyard wall of the Fukuda residence, looking at the two-story wooden building inside.

Qingze bent his knees slightly, leaped lightly over the courtyard wall, and landed in the courtyard.

While Ran Mouri doesn't have the excessively strong jumping ability of Aozawa, she's still quite fast.

With her gloved hands gripping the eaves, she landed gracefully.

The landing spot was chosen in advance, behind a large tree in the courtyard, where there were no lights and it was very dark, making it difficult to be spotted.

Ran Mouri remembered the information Aozawa had given her.

There are a total of ten security guards at the Fukuda residence, with two guarding the front door and two guarding the back door.

At night, security guards in pairs, armed with powerful flashlights, patrol the front yard, central courtyard, and outer corridors of the main house.

The Fukuda family also keeps two large Akita dogs, which are locked in a kennel near the front yard at night and cannot be approached.

Ran Mouri followed Aozawa, darting across the moonlit stone path like a raccoon dog, quickly traversing the courtyard.

Suddenly, Qingze abruptly pulled Mouri Ran behind the artificial hill.

Behind the dry landscape garden diagonally opposite, two people embraced tightly in the darkness.