Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

She stroked the backpack strap, smiled slightly, and stepped inside.

She doesn't regret knowing the truth; she doesn't want to be blinded and trapped in a cage called "protection."

Life is dangerous now, but this is the path she has chosen.

She accepted it and had the courage to continue down this path.

As the sadness in her heart subsided, an idea popped into her head when she thought about the disguise mask in her bag.

If she changed her face to go to Qingze, would Mr. Qingze be able to recognize her?

Thinking it over, she went into a restroom stall in the subway station, took out a disguise mask, and tried to change her clothes.

She put on a mask depicting an ordinary-looking woman, took off her coat and tied it around her waist, creating a contrast with her previous clothes.

After checking herself in the mirror and making sure there were no flaws, she boarded the subway.

After exiting the subway, she turned a few corners and arrived at Qingze's house.

The doorbell rang, and Qingze walked to the second-floor window and looked down.

A young woman with a backpack stood by the gate outside the courtyard. She rang the doorbell and peeked into the courtyard through the iron gate.

The face was an unfamiliar face.

But his figure and posture...

Qingze walked down.

The iron gate was opened by remote control, and Ran Mouri's eyes slightly opened.

You recognized her already?

No way!

The people inside simply opened the door, showing no intention of coming out; the path leading directly from the garden to the gate seemed to be offering a silent invitation.

She walked into the courtyard and came to the door.

The door opened at that moment, and Qingze leaned against the door frame, looking down at her.

Chapter 267 You're Easy to Recognize

Ran Mouri didn't speak, but stared at him with her eyes open.

Looking at that plain-looking face and those clear eyes that were exactly the same as Ran Mouri's, Qingze rolled his eyes.

"...Stop acting."

How did you recognize me?

Ran Mouri was quite frustrated that she recognized him so quickly.

"Didn't you go to Vermouth's place? Knowing the details, it's easy to deduce the conclusion, right?"

Having obtained the disguise mask, he was just curious to see if he would recognize her—this idea was all too predictable.

"But are you so sure it's me?" Ran Mouri pouted.

“You haven’t changed your body shape, and your eyes are easy to recognize.”

Ran Mouri touched her eyelids; she wasn't wearing colored contact lenses.

"Are my eyes really that easy to recognize?"

Blue eyes are very common and widespread; even without colored contact lenses, they wouldn't be easily recognizable.

Qingze looked into her eyes and remained silent for a while.

Ran Mouri looked at him with a special, sparkling gaze.

"Fortunately, I can attribute it to intuition."

After saying that, Qingze turned around and walked into the house.

“Okay…” Ran Mouri’s shoulders slumped slightly.

Intuition is indeed a irrational thing.

Moreover, the preparation was insufficient; only the face was changed, and the body shape and posture need to be paid attention to next time.

Ran Mouri reached out to close the door, took off her shoes and put on slippers.

After putting down her schoolbag, she carefully removed the mask from her face to avoid injury.

"The teacher gave me five masks."

Three of the faces are female, and two are male.

She laid out the mask from her bag, along with the one she had worn, on the coffee table.

These are all made of special materials and can be reused, but you have to be careful not to damage them.

Qingze picked out one female face and one male face from the list, saying, "Give me these two."

Ran Mouri nodded and then showed him the contents of her bag one by one.

"My teacher also gave me a lot of things for self-defense..."

Qingze looked at them one by one and nodded, "She's quite well prepared. You should carry all of these with you."

He took a box out of his pocket and handed it to him.

"Here, take this."

When Ran Mouri opened it, she found a necklace.

A thin chain hangs a pendant inlaid with a red agate the size of a fingernail.

It's very simple, but very exquisite.

Is it a locator?

After seeing Vermouth's necklace, the first thing that popped into Ran Mouri's mind when she saw this was a locator.

These small accessories, which can be hidden inside clothing, are not easily discovered even if the person is kidnapped.

"Mm." Qingze nodded.

I bought this when I went shopping for clothes last time, and I modified it a bit.

Ran Mouri swept her hair to one side, reached out and put the necklace around her neck, then tucked it inside her clothes.

The necklace has a cool, refreshing feel, but it feels exceptionally comforting to wear.

With this, even if I get kidnapped, I won't have to worry, right?

"It's waterproof, so you don't need to take it off when showering. It has a 10-day battery life and the charger is in the box, so remember to charge it."

"Thank you."

She reached out and touched the pendant of the necklace under her clothes; in that short time, the necklace had been warmed by her body heat.

"No need to thank me."

Qingze placed the woman's mask into the handbag beside him and picked up the bag.

"Let's go have dinner."

Ran Mouri's gaze fell on the bag in his hand.

Where are we going?

This doesn't look like a simple meal out.

"Let's go visit our Miss Baiyu."

It was completely dark when the car drove down the street. Ran Mouri rested her chin on her hand, staring blankly out the window, lost in thought.

Qingze frowned slightly.

"not in a good mood?"

Is it obvious?

“You’ve been spacing out for five minutes now,” Qingze pointed out.

"Has it been that long?" Ran Mouri felt like she had only been in a daze for a short while.

"What happened today? Or did Vermouth say something to you again?"

Ran Mouri's emotions are usually quite stable; if she suddenly feels down, it must mean something has happened.

"Some things did happen today..."

Ran Mouri sighed and slowly recounted what she had witnessed that day: the FBI fighting Binga.

"In other words, the FBI had their eye on Binga, forced him to stop on the overpass, and a taxi driver died. You witnessed the whole thing."

"Mm." Ran Mouri nodded.

Even though I've encountered many cases, the feeling of seeing innocent people die in front of me is still terrible.

She was grieving the death of the taxi driver.

Qingze was clearly aware of this.

His eyelids drooped, his emotions churning within them before settling back into the darkness of the sea.

"So, what are you thinking?"

"I don't know," Ran Mouri shook her head.

She didn't know what she was thinking; she had no real ideas in her mind, she was just spacing out.

"It is human nature to feel sorrow for one's own kind. I do not object to you grieving for the passing of life, but if you continue to feel this emotion, you are adding a meaningless burden to your soul."

The car was dimly lit, with only the various signs on the dashboard emitting light.

The streetlights ahead reached their end; beyond that, there was a winding, narrow road without any lights.

Qingze stared at the road ahead, his face obscured by shadows, making it impossible to discern any emotion.

“That taxi driver has nothing to do with you. Many people die every day in the world. You are saddened by him because someone you know was involved and contributed to his death. You are carrying this guilt on behalf of someone else.”

As Qingze finished speaking, the car fell silent, and scattered thoughts instantly came together.

It turns out she felt guilty.

She felt guilty on Shinichi's behalf.

Qingze spoke again, his clear, crisp voice, like the clash of jade stones, carrying a distinct sigh.

Being too kind is not a good thing; it will make your life very tiring.

—It will also make people who want to get close to you lose the courage to do so.

Ran Mouri stared at him blankly, feeling as if there was something more to say than met the eye.

The car was parked on the side of the road, and Qingze opened the door and got out.

"Here, get out of the car."

The villa's lights were on, and Qingze opened the door and walked inside.

Curaçao was delighted to see that both Aozawa and Ran Mouri had arrived.

"You've come at the perfect time. I just made dinner. Come and see if there's any improvement."

Because Qingze had messaged her in advance to come over for dinner, she prepared quite a lot.

"Wow! What a feast!" Ran Mouri smiled broadly as she looked at the sukiyaki on the table, not holding back her praise.

Curaçao looked at Qingze expectantly. Qingze sat down on the stool, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and gave his evaluation under Curaçao's gaze:

"It tastes good."

Curaçao's eyes crinkled with delight at receiving approval.

Ran Mouri's eyes flickered slightly.

Does Curaçao not know that Aozawa has lost his sense of taste?

She didn't point it out, and picked up her chopsticks.