Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Chapter 268 is no longer Curaçao, but White Jade.

The sukiyaki was a bit bland, but not bad. It was just that because we had been waiting for a while, ingredients like potatoes had become completely mushy and ended up in the broth.

However, these are minor flaws and don't affect anything.

While eating, Ran Mouri explained the preparation methods and cooking tips to Curaçao, who listened attentively.

Qingze ate quietly; he had almost gotten used to these bland and tasteless dishes.

Curaçao would occasionally ask him how the dish tasted, and he would nod and say it was alright, occasionally adding a few words like the dish had been cooked for too long, making his words sound less like a perfunctory response.

Ran Mouri's gaze would occasionally fall on him as she watched him eat calmly.

Whether it's the lack of pain or taste, Qingze doesn't seem to like revealing these things.

There's nothing wrong with saying it in front of Curaçao, right?

What kind of psychology is this?

Is it because they believe this will become a weakness, so they don't want to expose it if they can avoid it?

Or is it simply a matter of self-protection, a reluctance to reveal one's flaws?

Ran Mouri thinks she should have a bit of both.

Qingze frowned and looked over. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

“There’s something on your face.” Ran Mouri said, extending her hand.

A hand touched him and gently stroked his lips. Qingze's pupils dilated, and he was frozen in place for a moment, as if he had been struck by a spell.

Curaçao stared at Qingze with wide eyes, somewhat surprised.

The tension lasted only a moment, and Qingze casually turned his gaze back to her hands. "What's on my face?"

Ran Mouri withdrew her empty hand and said with a smile:

“There was one grain of rice, which I have already removed.”

Qingze: "......"

Why doesn't he seem to believe it?

Curaçao pondered for a moment before realizing what he meant.

Oh, it turns out they're just a young couple showing off their affection.

She ate while watching them, her eyes unconsciously curving upwards, making the food seem even more delicious.

Aozawa felt that Curaçao's eyes were strange, somewhat like Sonoko Suzuki's.

He ate two more bites and then put down his chopsticks.

"I'm stuffed."

After saying that, he got up and left the dining table.

Watching Qingze's retreating figure, Curaçao leaned close to Ran Mouri's ear and asked in confusion:

Is he shy?

Ran Mouri recalled his unchanging face, not even a hint of redness in his ears.

How did you figure that out?

“When you touched him, his pupils dilated and his body stiffened a bit.”

Ran Mouri felt that her observation skills were still lacking, as she hadn't even noticed it.

She chuckled, "Then she must be shy."

No wonder Qingze likes to tease her; her reaction is quite amusing.

After finishing dinner and tidying up, I returned to the living room, where Qingze was already sitting.

There are some things on the coffee table in front of me.

Seeing that Curaçao had also come over, Qingze gestured for them to sit down.

"This is the key to apartment 304, 40-5-chome, Beikacho."

40 times?

Ran Mouri was surprised; wasn't this the location of the apartment building next to her house?

Are you going to live in Curaçao?

Curaçao nodded and took the key.

"This bank card has 300 million yen in it, and the PIN is 305011. This is the key to a Honda motorcycle, which is parked in a parking lot nearby."

"This is your driver's license and your ID. This is a voice changer."

Qingze pushed his driver's license, bank card, collar-shaped voice changer, and several printed papers in front of Curaçao.

Curaçao took the documents and began to read them.

Ran Mouri also came over.

Shiratama Akiko, 24 years old.

An unknown, third-rate online novelist, whose parents divorced early in life and whose only mother died three years ago, has been living alone ever since.

After dropping out of high school, he devoted himself to writing novels, making a living by writing romance novels online.

I had been living in Nagano Prefecture.

There's another photo above.

A girl with short black hair and round-framed glasses looked blank, lost in her own world.

“I gave Shirayu Akiko a sum of money and sent her to Switzerland, which she wanted to go to. Now this identity is yours.”

This identity wasn't obtained through any organizational channels, so even if they investigate, they won't find anything wrong with it.

Ran Mouri's gaze fell on the name "Akiko Shiratama," her eyes sparkling.

This must be a name that Qingze specifically chose.

Choosing a name from among a sea of ​​people that has simple interpersonal relationships and also contains the character "白玉" (white jade) must be quite difficult.

“Her build is very similar to yours, she has simple interpersonal relationships, and it’s easy for her to disguise herself. You can continue to use this identity in the future.”

Qingze had indeed been searching for this identity for a long time, but he didn't have any requirements regarding the name; it was purely a coincidence.

Originally, they planned to have Curaçao undergo plastic surgery to resemble this face, but now they can only use a disguise mask instead.

This is an identity that can absolutely withstand scrutiny and allows for normal activities outside the home.

Curaçao was well aware of the value of this identity.

She carefully wrote down all the information, then her gaze fell on the disguise mask on the table.

Qingze said to Ran Mouri, "Put the mask on her and let me see if there's anything about her features that needs adjusting."

Bai Yumingzi has a common face, and this disguise mask is the most similar to the face among those disguise masks. With glasses on, it should be about 60-70% similar to the photo in the driver's license.

No one in Tokyo knew Akiko Shiratama, so a 60-70% likeness was perfectly adequate.

After all, it's normal for photos from a few years ago to look different from how people look now.

If a more convincing resemblance is required, makeup can be used to compensate.

Ran Mouri nodded and led Curaçao to the restroom, where she put the disguise mask on her.

The thin silicone fits the skin and facial features, and as the facial muscles move, the mask also reveals the movement of those muscles.

However, it's best to avoid making drastic facial expressions.

“If you’re going to wear it for a long time, you should probably cut your hair shorter; it will be more comfortable that way,” Ran Mouri said.

The mask was completely covered, even the ears, so it wasn't comfortable.

But Curaçao didn't mind.

People who have undergone various trainings only need to wear a full-coverage mask, which is easy to overcome.

Qingze walked over, looked at the face, and frowned slightly.

Since it wasn't made to resemble Shiratama Akiko's face, it doesn't quite look like her.

I took out a pair of non-prescription round-framed glasses for her.

The moment the glasses were put on, people's attention was immediately drawn to the large glasses, and the person looked somewhat similar to the person in the photo.

"Let's leave it at that for now."

Unless someone is involved in a case and becomes a criminal suspect, no one will pay attention to an ordinary person, comparing photos to see if the person is the same. Curaçao wouldn't casually show his driver's license to others.

Even if you encounter a traffic police check on your driver's license, you can use excuses like gaining weight, having teeth pulled, wearing makeup, or having plastic surgery.

He could also create a fictitious identity for Curaçao to appear, but if she appeared next to Ran Mouri, Curaçao would inevitably run into those detectives. If Amuro Tooru discovered anything unusual and found that there was no such person, it would be easy for him to be exposed.

"Now we can call you Miss Baiyu in public too," Ran Mouri said with a smile.

It is no longer Curaçao, but white jade.

Curaçao looked at her completely different self in the mirror and smiled from the bottom of her heart.

"Okay, from now on, my name will be Shiratama Akiko."

She is Baiyu, Baiyu Mingzi.

Chapter 269 Why are you in such a hurry?

A black car entered Beika Town, and Ran Mouri and Akiko Shiratama got out of the car.

Watching the car drive away, Ran Mouri said to the person carrying a bag beside her:

"Miss Baiyu, let's go."

They need to create opportunities for themselves to get to know each other, making Bai Yumingzi's arrival and acquaintance seem reasonable.

As Ran Mouri walked, she introduced the nearby streets and shops to her, and before they knew it, they had arrived at number 40.

My phone vibrated; it was my elderly father calling.

As soon as the call connected, a roaring sound came through.

"Xiaolan, why aren't you back yet!"

Ran Mouri pulled her phone away to ease the noise attack on her ears.

"I'm almost home!"

"You didn't go out to play with Aozawa again, did you? Don't try to fool me, Conan is at home right now!"

Upon hearing this, Ran Mouri immediately abandoned her plan to lie.

Why is Conan at her house? Is he waiting for her? Or does he have something to say?

Considering what happened with Binga today, I guess I have something to say to them.

"I'm just going out to have some fun, is that not allowed?" she replied matter-of-factly.

"You went out to play without telling me. What if something happened?"

"I can protect myself, Dad, you've worried too much..."

Although he knew his daughter's fighting ability, Kogoro Mouri did not think she could protect herself.

When I encounter a scary ghost, my hands and feet go weak.

With ether, a tranquilizer gun, or by putting drugs in food, someone can be taken out in minutes when they are unprepared.

Seeing Conan sitting obediently on the sofa, Kogoro Mouri was furious.

This kid is only now revealing everything about that organization to him!

"You can't protect anything! Come back right now!"

Realizing her father was angry, Ran didn't delay. She greeted Shiratama and the two quickened their pace.

Once he was sure Ran Mouri had gone upstairs and returned home, Shiratama looked toward the apartment building next door.

This is a four-story apartment building, next to the building belonging to the Mori family.