Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

It’s so evil.

Sensing that the two were feeling similarly, Ran Mouri did feel a little more relaxed.

She was no longer so reserved, but she still couldn't quite pull off Qingze's unrestrained manner.

“You probably don’t want your life to be ruined, and neither do I. For our sake, we need to play the part of each other well until we figure out why we swapped bodies.”

Qingze spoke again, and his calm and steady tone calmed the girl's bewildered heart.

It was as if I suddenly had a pillar of support, and I knew what to do.

Qingze glanced at the clock on the wall.

It's 1 a.m. He spent an hour finding clothes, changing, and taking a taxi here. There are still four hours until dawn, so they only have three hours, no, less than three hours.

“We have three hours left. Tell me your information,” Qingze said.

Before dawn, he will temporarily become Ran Mouri, while Ran Mouri, on the other side, is fortunate enough to have time to prepare.

Ran Mouri had already prepared her words and began to introduce herself from beginning to end.

"My name is Ran Mouri, a second-year student in Class B at Teitan High School. My father is Kogoro Mouri, who used to be a detective and is now known as Sleeping Kogoro."

"My mother's name is Eri Kisaki, and she's a lawyer. My parents have been separated for almost ten years. I live with my father, and there's another kid living with us, named Conan Edogawa..."

Ran Mouri spoke in great detail about herself.

The idea of ​​swapping bodies was too far-fetched. She didn't want her parents to worry, so she had no choice but to cooperate with Qingze and play her role.

Aozawa knew the famous Sleeping Kogoro, and playing the role of his daughter in front of a detective with exceptional insight was no easy task. Aozawa listened attentively.

"My dad likes drinking, horse racing, and watching Yoko Okino. At home, I need to take care of my dad, Conan, do housework, and cook..."

"My best friend, Sonoko Suzuki, is the second daughter of the Suzuki Group..."

Ran Mouri recounts her interpersonal relationships and their corresponding personalities one by one.

She spoke at a long and detailed pace, and Qingze memorized it all after hearing it only once.

Seeing that she sounded thirsty, Qingze got up and brought over two bottles of water.

"Where's your boyfriend? He hasn't told you yet."

"Boy...boyfriend?" Ran Mouri blushed slightly and hurriedly shook her head. "I'm not in a relationship, I don't have a boyfriend."

"I saw it, the photo on your desk."

That group photo was so obvious, it was impossible not to see it.

Mentioning Shinichi Kudo, Ran Mouri sounded a little melancholy, "That's Shinichi Kudo, my childhood friend who grew up with me, but I haven't seen him in a long time..."

The reason she developed a fever was because she called Shinichi. The surprise and joy of suddenly getting through to someone she hadn't contacted in a long time was unparalleled.

But... she didn't want to hear about what case Shinichi had encountered, nor did she want to hear Shinichi rambling on about Sherlock Holmes.

She said wearily into the phone, "Shinichi, I don't want to hear about cases and deductions..."

Silence fell on the other end of the phone. The two looked at each other without saying a word. After a long silence, it seemed that the other person had encountered another case. He left with the words, "I'll call you back next time," and hurriedly hung up the phone.

The phone went dead again, becoming that insurmountable obstacle between them.

She felt that she and Shinichi were growing further and further apart, and that they had disappeared from each other's lives for a very long time.

When the long-awaited phone call was finally answered, they didn't know what to say.

She kept waiting and waiting.

It feels like I've been waiting for a very, very long time, with no end in sight.

A wave of intense exhaustion and sorrow washed over her. The familiar figure receded into the distance, leaving her standing there, powerless and bewildered.

Raindrops fell softly, making it impossible to tell whether the water on my face was rain or tears.

After arriving home, she developed a low-grade fever.

Ran Mouri didn't mention these unspeakable girlish thoughts to this stranger, Mr. Aozawa.

She only gave a vague account of what happened that day.

Listening to Ran Mouri's narration, Aoze roughly figured out some aspects of her personality.

An ordinary, kind, meticulous person who cares a lot about the feelings of others.

But such people are often easily overlooked in their own feelings.

A pushover. Qingze thought to himself.

"What were you doing before the bodies were swapped? Did anything strange happen?"

Ran Mouri shook her head. "I just sat up to get a drink of water, and everything is normal."

She was also puzzled; the fact that they had swapped bodies was too sudden.

With just a blink of an eye, the scene has changed.

"Do you feel dizzy or uncomfortable?" Qingze continued to ask.

He still felt a little dizzy, unsure whether it was due to the fever in his body or the effects of the body swap.

"It seems not..." Ran Mouri wasn't quite sure.

She had been feeling a bit dizzy because of a fever.

But after changing bodies, there was no discomfort at all.

If the environment hadn't changed, she wouldn't have realized immediately that her body wasn't her own.

Strangely enough, despite having a man's body, she used it without any hindrance, as if it were her own original body, as if it were her own arm.

Ran Mouri honestly expressed her thoughts and received feedback from Aozawa that expressed similar feelings.

indeed.

There was absolutely no sense of disharmony between my mind and body; it was a perfect match.

Since the reason for the soul swap could not be found, this topic had to be temporarily put on hold.

Ran Mouri talked about her family's recent situation, which was very important for Aozawa to understand and integrate into Ran Mouri's identity.

"My dad took on a job investigating infidelity these past couple of days, he won't be back until late tonight..."

"I called Shinichi this afternoon, and got caught in the rain on my way back, which is why I have a fever..."

"By the way, I'm the champion of the Tokyo Karate Tournament, I'm really good!"

At this point, Ran Mouri proudly pumped her fist, this honor being an extremely proud thing for her.

So proud that one can forget the sadness and unpleasantness brought by a childhood sweetheart.

"If Dad or Conan makes you angry, don't be shy."

Ran Mouri sensed that this man's temper wasn't particularly good, so she emphasized it.

Qingze raised an eyebrow in satisfaction.

"That's pretty much it."

He can't be a doormat for taking care of others for long.

Ran Mouri talked for two hours straight, starting with her family, then the people around her, from her parents' lifestyle and hobbies to her own daily life and preferences, and then to recent events...

There were just too many things to do, and two hours was far from enough, but she needed to leave time for Qingze.

She also needs to understand Mr. Qingze.

"Mr. Qingze, and you?"

Qingze propped his feet up on the coffee table, twirling a lighter in his hand.

"You're lucky, my acting skills are pretty good, but you're also unlucky, my identity is complicated."

"Complex?" Ran Mouri's heart skipped a beat.

"You don't need to know now. I'll tell you when you need to. Now, listen carefully."

"Qingze, 23 years old, orphaned, currently on leave. I don't know many people, but I'm not a small number either. The place you're in now is my residence; it's very safe, but I suggest you don't go out looking like this..."

Aoze's speech was very brief, a stark contrast to Ran Mouri's detailed explanation.

Ran Mouri was stunned for a moment, "Is Mr. Aozawa a person?"

"Yes, I'm the only one here. Nobody usually comes here. So, you're lucky to have the time."

Ran Mouri nervously swallowed.

Mr. Qingze's emphasis suggests that he has a very unusual background.

Can I really play the role well?

"Mr. Qingze, what were you doing just now?"

"Just now" naturally refers to the time immediately after the bodies were swapped.

At that time, he was holding a piece of clay in his hand and sitting on the sofa with his back bent.

But after Mr. Qingze arrived, he put all those things into the safe.

Clearly, those are not ordinary things.

Qingze chuckled enigmatically, "Fireworks."

"Fireworks?" Is that how fireworks are made? Ran Mouri was skeptical.

Qingze didn't care whether she believed him or not. He stood up and stretched.

The girl leaned back slightly, revealing a section of her fair and slender waist.

His long ponytail swayed slightly behind his head, and the ceiling light shone on his face, as if coating it with a layer of light. He reached out and yawned, his posture lazy and casual yet elegant.

That languid yet aloof aura stunned Ran Mouri, who knew herself all too well.

He is so handsome.

No, I should say I'm very beautiful.

Although people have always said she is beautiful, she never really felt it until today when she truly realized that she is indeed very beautiful.

"Follow me, I'll show you around this place so you don't run into anything you shouldn't."

Ran Mouri followed, having not made any moves before Aoze arrived.

Qingze slightly raised his chin and pointed to a room next to him, "This room contains some dangerous items. If you're not afraid of dying, you can go in and take a look."

He neither opened it for Ran Mouri to see, nor did he specifically tell her not to go in.

He just vaguely said that anyone who wasn't afraid of death could go in. This kind of talk is like a poisoned apple; even though you know it's poisonous, you still can't help but want to take a bite.

Ran Mouri looked at the door lock; it was a fingerprint lock.

Once Qingze leaves, she'll definitely go inside to see what's inside.

Chapter 3 Why is it so awkward to be a boy?

"This is the kitchen. There are fresh ingredients in the refrigerator. You can cook for yourself if you're hungry. Let me know when you run out of ingredients and I'll have someone bring some over."

“This is the gym…this is the home theater…this is the bedroom, the dressing room…” Qingze paused for a moment when he arrived at the dressing room.

"This is my dressing room."

"The dressing room?"

Ran Mouri found it hard to believe that this man actually needed to wear makeup.

This appearance needs no embellishment whatsoever.

Are you a celebrity?

"No." Qingze glanced at him, his gaze lingering on her hair and eyes.

"Some signs are so iconic that I need to cover them up when I go out."

Ran Mouri understood.

Mr. Qingze doesn't like people to see his unusual hair and eyes.