Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Looking to the side, some people he knew greeted him, but no one mentioned the woman on the back of his bicycle.

Sure enough, only he could see this female ghost.

Fortunately, the female ghost had no weight, so he could still pedal his bicycle wheel and take off.

As Qingze walked home, his mind wandered.

Just who is this female ghost?

Could it be that she's attracted to him because he's handsome, and is hoping for a love affair between a human and a ghost?

Although the female ghost was quite beautiful, he preferred living people.

Qingze didn't say anything to the silent female ghost, treating her as if she were just an accessory and didn't exist.

He would occasionally make sharp right-angle turns, and when he got excited, he would lift the handlebars to raise the bicycle off the ground. Instead of slowing down when encountering speed bumps, he would accelerate over them, with a very malicious intent to shake the female ghost off the back seat.

Ran Mouri let Aoze do whatever he wanted. She sat on the back of the bicycle, swinging her toes, and remained unusually stable no matter how bumpy the bicycle was.

The scenery is receding, the leaves of the plane trees by the roadside are beginning to turn yellow, but even late autumn cannot suppress the youthful vitality.

Back in the neighborhood, Qingze jumped off his bicycle and saw the female ghost still sitting on the back seat, looking a little dejected.

The female ghost smiled at him, he snorted, locked the car, and went upstairs.

This is a five-story building. Qingze climbed all the way to the fifth floor.

Before he even entered the house, he could smell the aroma of the food.

He changed his shoes and went straight into the kitchen.

"Dad, Mom, what delicious food did you make today?"

"Your favorite braised prawns!"

"Great!"

He washed his hands, grabbed a shrimp from the pot, put it in his mouth, and ate it while breathing on it because it was hot, all the while giving a thumbs up.

"My dad's cooking is the best in the world!"

"Stop joking around, go set the table. Your sister will be back soon."

"Okay!"

Ran Mouri was like an invisible person, watching Aoyama chat with his parents while setting the table. These scenes, which she had never seen before, broadened her horizons, and she kept wandering around the house.

She looked at Qingze's father cooking, then at Qingze's mother who was also helping with the cooking, and was filled with disbelief.

Do their parents cook together at home?

Vermouth said that Aozawa was incapable of love, but she never felt that way.

He knows how to love, as if someone taught him how to love.

But he doesn't love himself.

His experiences caused him to lose his love for himself.

Qingze found this female ghost really annoying, wandering around like she'd never been to anyone else's house before.

He tried to pretend she didn't exist and continued to steal food.

Not long after, the door was opened again, and a woman who looked similar to Qingze entered the room. At first glance, she looked like an adult female version of Qingze.

Ran Mouri stared wide-eyed, leaned close to her sister, and looked at her sister's face again and again.

Qingze noticed the female ghost's actions.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Is this female ghost a sucker for good looks?

Qingze reached out and took the large and small bags from his older sister's hands, placing them on the contents of the bags.

"Sis, did you go shopping?"

"Hmm~ Here, I bought you a pair of shoes. See if they fit."

Wow! I love you so much, sis!

The woman gave him a disdainful look. "Tch, you only say things like that when there's something in it for you."

Qingze fawned over his older sister, handing her a glass of water. "How could I? I love you even when there's nothing in return!"

The woman took the water and slapped him on the back of the head. "Get lost, you smirking fool!"

Once everyone is here, let's eat.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was harmonious and filled with laughter.

Ran Mouri stood to one side, watching them eat, a faint smile in her eyes—the smile of happiness.

【Extra】Previous Life 2

While eating, Qingze kept glancing at the female ghost eating with him out of the corner of his eye.

Does this female ghost need to eat?

Should we burn some incense and paper money?

He planned to ask after he finished eating.

The mother casually asked, "The results of the International Mathematical Olympiad should be out by now, right?"

"Yes, 221 points," Qingze replied.

"Does that mean I should prepare to attend the CMO exam?"

"It's only January, it's still a long way off."

"That's still early..."

Ran Mouri listened to their chatter, her eyes filled with shock.

Math Olympiad?

Is Qingze's academic performance really that good?

But when Ran thought about Aozawa's almost omnipotent abilities, she didn't find it surprising at all.

A smart person is smart wherever they go.

Her expression unconsciously turned proud. As expected of her Mr. Qingze, he is indeed that amazing!

Qingze glanced at the female ghost's expression and a question mark popped into his head.

What is she so proud of?

After finishing lunch, Qingze went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. His sister took the bowl from his hands and said, "Let me do it. You rarely get half a day off, so take a good rest."

"Wow, my sis is being so thoughtful today?"

“Take care of our genius.”

"You hit me on the head every day, how could you say something like that!"

"Say that again?" The older sister reached out, as if to hit her.

Qingze ran off quickly, saying, "You take your time washing, I'm going to take a nap."

Back in his room and closing the door, Qingze indeed saw the female ghost who had followed him in.

Ran Mouri looked around his room and saw the bookshelves filled with books.

She really does love reading, just like always.

Qingze lowered his eyes and watched silently as the female ghost looked around his room with great curiosity.

This female ghost really has no sense of boundaries.

He planned to have another proper conversation with the female ghost.

"What's your name?"

Ran Mouri thought for a moment, walked to his desk, picked up a pen and wrote the character "蘭".

"Lan?" He can write, so he's a cultured ghost.

But it's in traditional Chinese characters. Is it some kind of ghost from the last century?

Qingze's gaze fell on her clothes. She was wearing a sweater on top and a pleated skirt on the bottom, which didn't look like clothes from the last century.

"Then I'll call you Lan. Are you hungry? Would you like me to burn some incense for you?"

Ran Mouri shook her head violently, like a rattle-drum.

She's not a ghost! She doesn't need incense or candles!

Seeing that he didn't need it, Qingze was too lazy to cause trouble for himself.

"Alright, do as you please, I'm going to take a nap."

He yawned, tears welling in his eyes, took off his shoes, lay down on the bed, and pulled the thin blanket over his body.

It's late autumn now, and the weather has just cooled down, so it's actually fine to take a nap without a blanket.

But there's a female ghost in the house who can touch things, and this ghost also has a tendency to play pranks, so he needs to protect himself.

Seeing that Qingze had closed his eyes, Ran Mouri squatted down by his bedside, resting her hands on the edge of the bed and looking at him with her chin in her hands.

At this time, Qingze had not yet experienced all that. He was full of vigor, his eyebrows were raised, he was peaceful and calm, and he also had a bit of a chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) that he didn't deliberately show. You really couldn't get enough of looking at him.

Qingze didn't hear any movement for a while, so he quietly opened one eye and met the gaze of Ran Mouri, who was squatting next to his head.

Ran Mouri smiled at him, her eyes crinkling into crescents, her head tilted slightly.

An embarrassed blush crept onto Qingze's face, and she pulled the blanket over her face.

What are you doing squatting here?

Ran Mouri suddenly brought her head close to him, and Aozawa instinctively rolled away several spaces, goosebumps rising all over his body.

What are you doing!

He wanted to shout, but he carefully controlled his volume, covering himself with the blanket and staring nervously at Ran Mouri.

Ran Mouri just tilted her head and smiled at him.

Oh my, so cute!

They get shy if you tease them even a little bit, it's so funny!

"I'm warning you! Men and women shouldn't touch each other! You need to keep your distance, understand?"

Ran Mouri ignored her and changed from a squatting position to a sitting position, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at the person lying there.

Her eyes squinted like a fox's, and she couldn't stop coming up with all sorts of mischievous ideas.

Qingze sat up in an instant, hugged the blanket and huddled in the corner. He felt around in the gap between the bed and the wall and pulled out a peach wood sword, which he brandished in a very professional manner.

"I'm warning you! I'm capable of vanquishing evil! This peach wood sword in my hand is made of thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood; any evil spirit that touches it will surely die!"

What are they saying? I can't understand!

So cute, I want to give you a kiss!

Ran Mouri, with a malicious intent, pounced on him.

Aoze's hair stood on end. He jumped off the bed, grabbed his peach wood sword, and stood close to the wall, keeping his distance from Ran Mouri.

That female ghost really is a lecherous devil!

"Sis, please don't be like this. I haven't showered for three days, I smell bad... My older sister is beautiful too, go find her, don't let gender limit you..."

He kept rambling on and on to Ran Mouri, completely forgetting the fact that she couldn't touch him.

Ran Mouri: "......"

Ran Mouri's lips twitched.

Does your sister know you're selling her like this?

Forget it, I won't tease him anymore.

She took off her shoes, lay down on the bed, pulled the blanket over her stomach, and closed her eyes to rest.