Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The ground floor along the street is a bookstore, and next to the bookstore is a staircase leading upstairs. From downstairs, you can see the doors of the apartments.

The balcony on the third floor is less than half a meter away from the Mori family's balcony; you can easily climb over it to get in.

When she arrived at the door of room 304, she took out her keys.

This is a single apartment with one bedroom, one living room, one bathroom, and one kitchen. It's not big, but it's perfectly adequate for one person.

The furniture is already there and fully furnished; you only need to add some household items to move in immediately.

She walked to the balcony outside the door and looked at the building next door.

The windows were closed, so I couldn't see what was happening next door.

As soon as Ran Mouri arrived on the second floor, she felt that the place was filled with smoke and fumes.

His father was sitting in his usual boss's chair, smoking, while Conan sat beside him, looking meek and submissive, as if he had been scolded.

Upon seeing her return, Conan immediately looked over, his eyes lighting up instantly.

Ran Mouri didn't greet him. She pinched her nose, held her breath, and quickly walked to the window to open it for ventilation.

"Dad, how many cigarettes have you smoked?"

She looked at the ashtray on the table, which was originally empty but now contained seven or eight cigarette butts lying haphazardly.

"Dad, you're smoking way too much!"

"I'm annoyed."

Kogoro Mouri stubbed out his cigarette and glared at Conan with eyes blazing with fury.

"What's wrong, Dad? Why are you so angry?"

Ran Mouri frowned, puzzled.

"Ask him yourself!"

Kogoro Mouri got angry just looking at that brat.

"Xiaolan, could you, your uncle, and Aunt Yingli go to America for a while? I can cover all the expenses for your trip..."

Conan tentatively brought up the suggestion again.

Uncle said that as long as Xiaolan agrees, then it's fine.

"Huh?" Ran Mouri's eyes widened as she stared at him in shock.

She finally understood why her father was so angry.

How could they not be angry when their first words were to suggest that they go live in America?

That's an easy way to put it.

But how will they survive in an unfamiliar environment, where they know no one and no one, and with Dad's poor English?

As for what expenses are covered, just take it with a grain of salt.

It might be fine at first, but over time, not only will Shinichi's parents have objections, but they themselves will also feel uncomfortable.

Ran Mouri raised her eyebrows and looked at him seriously.

"Shinichi, what happened now?"

Conan lowered his head, somewhat unable to look at her.

"The FBI and I tried to arrest Risa Yada today, but she escaped. There's a high chance they'll retaliate..."

"But what does that have to do with me and my dad?"

Although she already knew the cause and effect, Ran Mouri still wanted to ask him this question in person.

Conan's throat was dry and hoarse. He felt like Ran's gaze was like steel needles piercing his body. Although they were intangible, they brought waves of pain.

"They're investigating me; they already know I'm not dead. Since they can't find me, they'll use you to try and force me to show myself..."

“Mr. Akai of the FBI injured him, and once he recovers, he will definitely seek revenge. He can’t find Mr. Akai, but he can find you…”

The last time he was targeted, the organization mistakenly thought that Uncle had connections with the FBI. At that time, the misunderstanding was cleared up, and the organization did not take action again.

But with Kogoro Mouri testing Risa Yada before and the FBI launching a manhunt, Risa Yada will surely believe that her uncle has connections with the FBI.

Therefore, if they retaliate, their first target will be Kogoro Mouri.

Ran Mouri scrutinized him, her sharp gaze trying to peel back his outer shell inch by inch to see his true thoughts.

"So, why are you in such a hurry?"

Such an impatient action, yet so poorly prepared.

Ran Mouri was very puzzled.

"If you want to catch him, why don't you just use your tranquilizer dart to knock him out in the coffee shop?"

Why go through so many roundabout ways and involve an innocent taxi driver when there was clearly a simpler way?

Conan remained silent.

This is indeed the simplest method.

At that time, Risa Yada was completely unprepared for him, and the tranquilizer dart was very easy to hit.

but……

"I had too many concerns; I was worried that there might be organized groups among the customers in the coffee shop..."

In addition to the codenamed members, the organization also has many peripheral members.

These peripheral members may not be very capable, but they are hidden in the crowd and cannot be detected at all.

Once there are organized individuals within, it becomes self-exposure.

Even if it doesn't, this approach is not foolproof.

With Risa Yada missing, the organization will definitely investigate. There are many customers in the coffee shop, and if the organization finds out that she disappeared in the coffee shop, then Mr. Amuro will be in danger.

He has already affected one Kiel; we cannot allow Mr. Amuro to be put in danger again.

“In my plan, Risa Yada had just obtained Shinichi Kudo's contact information and was feeling quite smug. He was unaware of our operation and didn't realize he had been exposed. In this state, it would be easy for them to succeed…”

But they were exposed.

Risa Yada realized that someone was following her and wanted to lure them into a trap.

Luck was not on their side.

Chapter 270 What you should do is be honest with us.

Conan kept his head bowed low, not daring to raise it.

There is no perfect solution in the world; plans are always accompanied by many variables during their implementation.

Perhaps they should have simply stopped and left instead of forcing them to stop.

But what's done is done, and there's no use in regretting it.

Ran Mouri sighed.

She admitted that Shinichi's concerns were valid, but...

"You're in too much of a hurry, Shinichi."

Why the rush? Why the need for such a hasty deployment?

He could have chosen a better time, taken a risk, lured Binga out, and drugged him while they were alone together.

Conan fell silent again.

Binga knows he's not dead and wants to find him, which could very well lead him to target Xiaolan, who is closest to him. How could he not be anxious?

Even if the probability is low, he doesn't want to gamble.

He wanted to nip this danger in the bud.

However, it backfired.

A girl's sigh rang in his ears, and Conan saw a pair of shoes walk up to him.

"Shinichi, after you shrunk down and moved into our house, and became famous as Dad's detective, it was destined that we would wade into this murky water and be unable to extricate ourselves."

"What you should do is be honest with us, instead of offering hindsight advice like this."

Ran Mouri pressed down on his shoulder, her words clear and forceful, each syllable distinct.

“My dad and I are capable of protecting ourselves. I will persuade my mom to come back and stay for a while, and have my dad act as her bodyguard. As for going to America, please don’t mention it again. We will not leave our home.”

Conan looked up and stared at her blankly.

Xiaolan changed a lot during the time he was away.

There was no worry, no fear, and no blame in her eyes.

She calmly accepted the reality, calmly accepted everything.

In comparison, he was the one who lacked courage.

My heart ached and throbbed, a sharp pain like needles pricking it, and a wave of regret washed over me.

If he had been honest from the beginning, how could things have turned out this way?

He dared not look into those eyes that no longer looked at him with all their heart.

My throat tightened; I had so much to say, but all I could manage to utter was an apology.

"terribly sorry."

It was his selfishness that brought danger to Xiaolan.

If he hadn't chosen to stay here in the first place, Xiaolan wouldn't have been in any danger.

"I don't mean to blame you. I know you had no choice in the matter."

“But I hope that next time something like this happens, you can tell me in advance, instead of letting me leave afterward without me knowing anything.”

Ran Mouri remembered Aozawa's request for her to be a spy. This was an excellent opportunity to get Shinichi to tell her what had happened later.

"You need to understand, I'm not someone who needs your protection."

Ran Mouri waved her fist.

"I could knock you into a wall with one hand."

"What needs to be protected is you when you become a child."

The lighthearted words eased the heaviness somewhat, and Conan gave a slightly forced smile.

"Ah."

"Are you done talking? Now you can leave!"

Kogoro Mouri grabbed Conan by the back of his collar, threw him out the door, and slammed the door shut.

Kogoro Mouri brushed off non-existent dust from his hands, looked at his daughter, and snorted coldly.

"You little brat, Xiaolan, how much do you even know about him? You didn't even tell your father!"

"Did Shinichi tell you everything?"

"He said a lot, but who knows if it's all of it?"

Ran Mouri covered her nose; even after opening the window for some fresh air, the smell of smoke hadn't dissipated much.

"The smoke here is too strong, I can't breathe. Let's go upstairs."

There are listening devices here, and there are some things she doesn't want to talk about here.

"Let's go."

Upon opening the door to the second floor, Kogoro Mouri saw Conan still standing there and kicked him in the butt in annoyance.

"It's getting late, you should go home now! Don't try to stay here!"

Conan, clutching his buttocks, walked downstairs, glancing back every few steps.

Ran Mouri watched his figure disappear from sight.

"Aren't we going to send him back? Wouldn't it be dangerous?"