Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Ran Mouri didn't stop.

The flame in his heart did not go out; on the contrary, it burned even brighter because of the release of that punch.

She stepped over the mess on the ground in a few strides, looking down at Fukuda Shin, who was curled up and groaning.

That face, distorted by pain and terror, had lost all its former arrogance and composure, leaving only a pathetic state of fear.

The second punch landed with a whistling sound.

This time, it's the right cheek.

With another thud that made your teeth ache, Fukuda Shin's head was struck with tremendous force and violently turned to one side. His right cheek instantly swelled up like a steamed bun, symmetrical to his left cheek, and his whole body was completely transformed into a horrifying pig's head.

He instinctively tried to raise his hand to block, but before he could raise his arm halfway, Ran Mouri grabbed his wrist with lightning speed and twisted it in the opposite direction!

"Crack!" A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out.

"Ah!! My hand! My hand!"

Fukuda Shin let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered, tears streaming down his face, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Ran Mouri rarely treats someone with such violence, let alone uses such extreme methods.

But that Fukuda Shin deserves to die!

Thinking of the injuries Qingze suffered in the organization, the hardships he endured, and the countless times he struggled on the edge of life and death, she felt extremely angry and sad.

And the source of all this is this "uncle" in front of us.

She released his twisted arms and looked down at his abdomen, which was heaving violently with fear.

Lift your foot.

The hard toe of his shoe slammed into Fukuda Shin's stomach.

Fukuda Shin's eyes bulged out suddenly, his whole body curled up like a shrimp, curled up on the ground, his body convulsing and twitching uncontrollably, even his screams turned into intermittent breathy sounds, he was extremely miserable.

Aoze watched as Ran Mouri punched Shin Fukuda again and again, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He wasn't angry, but Ran Mouri was angry because of him.

This feels good, it's pleasant.

Seeing that it was about time, he placed his hand on Ran Mouri's shoulder.

"That's enough, he'll die if you keep hitting him."

Ran Mouri withdrew her hand and glanced at the person who had already fainted with disgust.

Much of his anger was released with his fists, but much of it remained.

She looked at the calm Qingze, tilted her head and frowned.

Aren't you angry?

She was furious when she heard that.

Qingze smiled and said, "Isn't it because you're angry for me?"

"We've wasted too much time; the people behind us need to speed things up."

They can't stay here for too long either.

Chapter 249 I am Aozawa, not Fukuda Tomohiro

The rest of the Fukuda family members were not interrogated one by one by Aozawa. Instead, they were put in pairs, given medicine, questioned, and filmed.

Like an assembly line operation, it's incredibly fast.

After asking the questions, he put all these people, who were still immersed in the hallucination and performing their own solo acts, together and filmed an absurd scene.

Looking at the chaotic scene captured by the camera, Qingze was fairly satisfied.

With Ran Mouri by their side and the stolen knife in hand, they floated away, leaving the enormous Fukuda Mansion.

Standing in the dark alley, Qingze glanced back at the centuries-old house, then turned and walked away without looking back.

"Let's go back to Tokyo."

Ran Mouri followed him. "Aren't we going to Nara?"

According to Fukuda Shin, Aozawa's last known location was Nara, the mountain where Aozawa's parents died. Presumably, the innkeeper knew something about Aozawa, which is why he was so excited to see that Aozawa was still alive.

What are you going to Nara for?

"That Mr. Tanaka probably knows something..."

"If he knew anything, he would be dead long ago. An ordinary person is lucky to even be able to protect himself."

When Tanaka Aki saw him, he didn't seem to feel guilty, but rather somewhat sentimental.

At most, we knew he had run into the mountains, but for various reasons, we didn't offer any help.

There's no need to make things difficult for him.

"So, are we going to find Fukuda Kishimoto next?" Ran Mouri asked.

Fukuda Kishimoto, a member of the Fukuda branch family, was someone Fukuda Shin trusted, and often did dirty work for the Fukuda family.

Previously, Fukuda Shin had also sent him to contact Aozawa.

At the time, Qingze was in love with Ran Mouri. They only exchanged contact information. Later, he received several phone calls, but Qingze hung up on them all, and that was the end of it.

"No, there's no need. Since they mistook that corpse for me, it means they don't know where I am or how I ended up in the organization."

"They probably wouldn't have the guts to catch me and sell me to human traffickers to make a meager profit."

"Selling an unstable element to human traffickers is like creating an enemy for yourself that will seek revenge in the future."

"They're not that stupid."

"Besides, would the Fukuda family be short of money from selling their child???"

"So there's no need to go looking for him. Besides, it's already very late."

After listening to Qingze's explanation, Ran Mouri was convinced.

"Ok."

Qingze got back into the car and started the engine.

"That's all for today, time to go home."

"Aren't you going to take a break? Driving for so long must be tiring."

Even at top speed, it takes four hours to get from Kyoto to Tokyo.

By the time we arrived in Tokyo, it was already past midnight.

"It's alright. In the past, when I was doing missions, it was common to work without sleep."

It's just driving for a few hours straight; some people can endure it for several days.

"Is it that hard?"

Ran Mouri listened to him tell these stories with curiosity.

"Preliminary investigations, reconnaissance, and preparation all take time. Intelligence cannot be obtained out of thin air..."

"Even for a murder mission, you need to know the target's schedule, their security arrangements, develop an action plan, and plan an escape route after the mission. It's very complicated..."

Qingze generally doesn't take on missions like the one where you only have half a day to kill a senator under heavy security.

So what if he can kill them by force?

In that situation, how would you escape after killing someone?

Does he still need his social identity?

"So you've been preparing for today's itinerary for a long time?"

Topographical map of the mansion, family banquet, information on the Fukuda family members, and even the security situation and alarm system within the mansion... all of these need to be investigated and understood in advance.

How long had Qingze been preparing without her knowledge?

"Not long. It's late, you should get some sleep, you'll arrive when you wake up."

It's already midnight, and by the time we get to Tokyo it will probably be early morning.

Ran Mouri shook her head. "I'm fine. I didn't do much along the way. You're the one who should be tired. Let me chat with you so you don't fall asleep."

"what ever."

"I've heard you mention your sister before, but Fukuda Shin has never mentioned her. Is this sister your father's adopted daughter or one of your cousins?" Ran Mouri asked, somewhat puzzled.

According to the information she knew, Qingze was an only child, so which sister was the one who left that day?

Qingze was unsure how to answer the question.

His sister, of course, had absolutely no connection to the Fukuda family.

He even had no connection with the Fukuda family.

"Just take my sister's words as my ramblings, don't take them seriously."

"Why? This must involve your past, and it must involve someone very important."

Ran Mouri remembered the smile on his face when he mentioned that sentence.

That was a very relaxed, carefree, and happy state.

Even if I can't remember many things, the occasional glimpse of a memory reveals a feeling of peace and happiness.

This shows that he once had a happy and loving family.

His eyes were slightly lowered, and his voice carried a faint indifference.

"You know I have a mental illness, so I can't explain to you why my memories don't match reality."

Ran Mouri thought he was Tomohiro Fukuda, but Aozawa knew he wasn't.

“My past is unimportant. I have no interest in the Fukuda family, and I have never considered myself a member of the Fukuda family. Don’t delve into my blank past; it has nothing to do with who I am now.”

He turned his head to look at Ran Mouri in the passenger seat and said, word by word:

“I am Aozawa, not Fukuda Tomohiro.”

Ran Mouri looked at him and nodded seriously.

Although she didn't understand why Qingze wanted to separate herself, in her heart, Qingze was Qingze.

Since Aozawa didn't want to talk about this topic, Ran Mouri didn't continue.

She recounted some cases she had experienced in the past, some dangers, and some interesting stories.

"Amnesia, underwater treasure hunting, plane crash landing, oil tanker capsizing, airship escape, warship sinking... Your experiences are quite extensive..."

Hearing about Ran Mouri's experiences, Qingze's lips twitched.

How come he seems to have even more experience than this assassin?

"But are you sure all of this happened within the same year?"

So much can happen in a year?

He felt a sense of unreality again.

Just like when I realized the problem with Conan Edogawa.

There's a feeling that something's not quite right about this world.

After all, what normal person can encounter so many things in a year?

Ran Mouri thought about it seriously.

"My understanding tells me that these things all happened this year, but I have a feeling that some things happened a long time ago..."

Just like how I've been waiting for Shinichi all along.

It seems like Shinichi hasn't been gone for very long.

But she had this strange feeling that she had waited for a very, very long time, until her soul was exhausted...

Chapter 250 The Reasons for Being Lost to the Organization