Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Qingze was once again convinced that his guess about the male and female protagonists of the world was correct.

Because they are the male and female protagonists of the story, various events happen around them.

But this timing is clearly not right...

Qingze began to seriously reflect on what he had been doing all year.

Nothing much was done.

He either fishes in the wilderness or stays at home, occasionally going to the hospital for a blood test; his life is as ordinary as that of a retired old man.

He didn't feel any time constraints at all.

But after Ran Mouri said that, he had a bad feeling.

Do you have any recurring days or holidays in your memory?

Ran Mouri frowned, as if something was obscuring her vision, and she felt a slight headache.

She covered her head with both hands, cold sweat dripping down her forehead.

Something seemed to be influencing her perception. She tried to break free but couldn't find a way. Her head began to spin, and the world seemed somewhat surreal.

Seeing that something was wrong with her, Qingze quickly pulled over to the emergency lane and checked on her.

"what happened?"

"I feel a little dizzy..."

He frowned, looking at Ran Mouri's condition, not quite understanding how things had turned out this way.

If this was a precursor to a consciousness swap, then they should have already swapped consciousnesses by now.

However, they did not swap them.

It's just a headache for Ran Mouri.

"Are you carsick?"

Qingze reached out and looked at her forehead; her temperature was normal.

The foundation is a bit thick, so you can't really tell if my complexion is fair or not.

Qingze tore off a tissue, dampened it, and wiped off her lipstick, revealing a light lip color.

The lips were a bit pale, lacking color compared to normal.

Ran Mouri was bewildered by Aoze's action of wiping his lips, and the thoughts and ideas that had been in her mind just now vanished without a trace.

She opened her eyes and shook her head.

"It's nothing..."

Dizziness and hallucinations seem to be just temporary illusions.

Qingze narrowed his eyes. "Don't think about these things."

There are too many things in this world that science cannot explain.

Regardless of whether time is normal or not, experiences and memories will always exist, and there is no need to care too much about them.

They all experience rejuvenation; their consciousness is swapped, so another time loop isn't a big deal.

If something truly affects everyone in the world, then the entire world is affected, which is equivalent to no one being affected at all.

There's really no need to get bogged down in trivial details.

Ran Mouri sighed.

That's true.

What's the point of pursuing these things?

Do you keep calculating how long you've been waiting for Shinichi?

What's past is past.

Thinking about these things only traps you in the past.

He handed her a bottle of water and then started the car again.

On what day did Shinichi Kudo shrink?

Ran Mouri recalled for a moment and said, "January 16th."

She remembered very clearly that Shinichi disappeared after they went to Dorobiga Park that day.

"Your birthday is May 18th, right?"

"Ah."

After answering, Ran Mouri suddenly asked, "Mr. Aozawa, what's your birthday? You haven't told me yet."

"do not know."

Qingze has never celebrated his birthday, and he doesn't even know which day it is. Anyway, his age was determined by his bone age when he first entered the lab, and he would grow a year older after each year.

"Ah..." Ran Mouri frowned, "Shouldn't they be able to find your birthday?"

Fukuda Tomohiro's birth information shouldn't be difficult for Aozawa to find, right?

Aoze lowered his eyelids. "That's Fukuda Tomohiro's birthday, not mine."

Ran Mouri didn't quite understand why he insisted on separating his present self from his past self.

Even in matters like this, we need to make clear distinctions.

"But if we don't celebrate our birthdays, we'll have one less day to celebrate each year."

Birthdays are important days.

It commemorates the day when life begins; each birthday is like a milestone in life, worthy of remembrance and celebration.

“It doesn’t mean anything to me.”

"But I want to celebrate your birthday."

Ran Mouri looked at him with her pure, innocent eyes, her words filled with undisguised expectation.

Qingze remained silent for a long while, and just when Ran thought he wouldn't speak, he said:

"December 20th, the day I opened my eyes in this world."

Ran Mouri pondered his words in her heart, particularly the phrase "open your eyes to this world."

She recalled the psychology books she had read.

Aozawa strongly resisted the identity of Fukuda Tomohiro and did not consider him to be the same person as himself.

Is this a case of split personality?

The personality belonging to Tomohiro Fukuda died, and a new personality was born, who named himself Aozawa.

Because it is a completely new personality, there are no memories of the other personality.

That should be correct.

"I'll remember, I'll prepare a birthday present for you!"

"Then I'll be waiting for your gift."

Ran Mouri gave a soft "hmm" and then fell silent.

Qingze turned her head and saw that she had unknowingly closed her eyes in drowsiness.

Qingze turned on the car's heater and then turned off the music.

It was 4:30 a.m. when I got back to Tokyo. Tokyo was quiet, and there were no vehicles or pedestrians on the streets.

Qingze parked the car on the side of the road, and after confirming that Ran was fast asleep, he gently opened the car door and got out.

He walked to a villa.

The villa was pitch black, and everyone inside was fast asleep.

He climbed over the wall into the garden, took two steps to the ground floor, bent his knees slightly, and climbed directly onto the second-floor balcony.

In the bedroom, the person on the bed was sleeping soundly.

Aozawa lifted Fukuda Kishimoto off the bed, an action that immediately woke Fukuda Kishimoto from his sleep.

He opened his eyes and his gaze met a terrifying figure in the darkness.

He was startled when he saw the person who had silently sneaked into his bedroom, and instinctively wanted to scream.

The cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead.

He watched as the long silver hair approached his eyes, its cold, eerie green eyes chillingly unsettling.

"The patriarch sent me to deal with you. Do you have anything to say?"

"How...how could this be..." Upon hearing this, Fukuda Kishimoto began to stutter.

The murderous aura of the person in front of me was real, and the murderous aura emanating from him was truly strong; he was definitely a ruthless killer.

He had no doubt whatsoever when they said they wanted to kill him.

"I...Is there something I did wrong..."

“Tomohiro Fukuda,” Aozawa softly uttered a name.

Fukuda Kishimoto was about to cry.

It was his mistake not to kill Fukuda Tomohiro, but hasn't he already been punished?

He never expected that the corpse wasn't Fukuda Tomohiro.

"I'll give you a chance to live. Tell me everything about how you chased Fukuda Tomohiro back then."

Fukuda Kishimoto grasped at this as if it were a lifeline and recounted the situation in detail.

"Back then, after we learned he had gone to the Red Maple Inn, we rushed there as fast as we could. But as soon as we met, the kid realized something was wrong and ran into the mountains..."

Chapter 251: Is it confidence or fearlessness?

"We chased him into the mountains, but that kid was as cunning as a monkey. He not only injured me with a slingshot, but also tripped up Kuriyama with a trap, causing him to twist his ankle."

"Yushu hit him on the head with a rock, thinking he was sure of the kill, but the kid acted like he wasn't afraid of pain at all, and ran away with the bleeding wound..."

"We haven't seen that kid since. We searched for three days and found a mangled corpse, thinking it was him..."

There's not much to elaborate on; it was simply a chase through the forest.

It's truly shameful that three young men couldn't even take down a single child.

Qingze narrowed his eyes.

It seems that this is how I got the head injury when I woke up.

He unwrapped the bandages and saw that it was indeed caused by something hitting him, and the injury was quite serious.

Without the ability to feel pain, one cannot accurately assess the severity of a head injury, and will simply pass out due to excessive blood loss.

Moreover, being in the mountains meant they were already on a dead end.

He had actually investigated how he ended up in the organization.

But the investigation revealed that he had been rescued.

It was the people who were collecting experimental materials who found him unconscious. They discovered he was still alive and took him back to a nearby base.

Since he was just a test subject and a consumable item anyway, no one bothered to investigate his background.

After he was given a code name, the organization must have investigated his background.

However, his original identity had been declared dead, and he had no memory of the past, so he was essentially an undocumented person with nowhere to go and no one to rely on, and could only stay in the organization.

Therefore, the organization is not really worried about anything.

After asking a few more questions, Qingze took out an aptX4869.

He took two pills of this drug last time and wanted to try it out to see what the probability was of this drug A making him smaller.

Force-feeding Fukuda Kishimoto, Aozawa began to wait.

One minute later, Fukuda Kishimoto's pupils dilated, and three minutes later, he stopped breathing, as if he had died of natural causes.