Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

This state is very taxing on the soul, and she needs rest.

Qingze stared in shock as she lay asleep on his bed, the blanket seemingly covering her.

Do you, a female ghost, need to sleep?

Is this reasonable?

Seeing that she was really sleeping, Qingze stood there for a while, and after confirming that she wouldn't make any noise, he walked to his desk, placed the peach wood sword under it, and lay down to rest.

He didn't sleep well last night; he was really tired.

Time seemed to stand still, with only the clock on the wall ticking away.

After sleeping for about two hours, Qingze was woken up by the numbness in his arm.

He stretched and stood up to loosen his hands.

Looking towards the bedside, he saw the female ghost still lying on his bed, only now she was lying on her side instead of flat, with one leg tucked under the blanket, looking rather relaxed.

Hey, you're showing too much skin!

Qingze awkwardly looked away, then quietly looked back.

These legs are so thin and long, you can even see the skin color and faint blood vessels, you can't tell they're a ghost at all.

He quietly walked to the bedside and observed the female ghost's sleeping face.

It's a very beautiful ghost. When it smiles, it's full of wickedness, but when it closes its eyes and quiets down, it exudes a gentle aura, just like a real person, not at all like a ghost.

She still has long, straight black hair, which perfectly suits his taste.

Qingze began to ponder.

Is he too tired from studying lately and still having dreams, which is why he dreamed of a beautiful girl that only he can see and that perfectly matches his taste?

He reached out and pinched her face.

Ouch, that hurts terribly.

After grimacing for a while, he reached out and tried to pull her skirt down a bit, but his hand just slipped through her fingers.

He reached his hand towards the area covered by the blanket, but it was empty; the hand passed right through him.

But the blanket still seemed to be covering the solid object.

What is the rationale for this?

Unable to touch living people, but able to touch inanimate objects?

Or is it that this female ghost named Lan is not a ghost at all, and did not die?

Side Story: Past Life [Completed]

Ran Mouri slept until evening.

When she opened her eyes, she felt a little lost, unsure of where she was.

It took her a while to remember where she was.

The room was quiet. A figure was reading at the desk, engrossed in his book, with the occasional sound of pages turning.

Curious about what he was looking at, she walked over and peered out.

A few strands of long black hair hung down beside him, and Qingze abruptly closed the copy of "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" in his hand.

He turned his head to the side, feeling a little guilty. "What are you doing?"

Ran Mouri didn't speak, but her gaze remained fixed on the book in his hands.

A blush of embarrassment spread across Qingze's ears as he shoved the book back into the shelf.

"Ahem, are you hungry? Do you need to eat?"

Ran Mouri shook her head. She walked to the window and watched the afterglow of the setting sun penetrate her palm and continue to cast its light on the floor.

She took a gem from her pocket, a round gem that emitted a soft, pale white light, like the moon.

The sunlight fell on the Pandora, but instead of penetrating it, it cast a clear shadow on the floor.

Qingze walked over in surprise, his gaze falling on the gem in her hand.

This gemstone is not a traditional faceted gemstone; it is round, uncut, yet brilliantly clear.

It's less like a gemstone and more like a glass bead.

"what is this?"

Ran Mouri didn't answer, but reached out to hand it to him. Aozawa reached out to take it, but it was as if he was touching a female ghost; he couldn't touch this glass ball that clearly had a physical form at all.

Ran Mouri somewhat disappointedly took Pandora back.

She doesn't actually exist in this world; she's only temporarily here thanks to this special Pandora.

Untouchable, unseen, tangible yet intangible.

The same applies to Pandora.

Qingze was puzzled as to why the female ghost had suddenly become melancholy.

Qingze heard his mother calling him to dinner from outside the door. He responded and went to the dining room.

Ran Mouri watched them eat quietly, just like at lunchtime, eating the leftovers from lunch.

After dinner, the family sat in the living room to watch the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala.

Qingze held a bag of sunflower seeds, cracking them open while commenting on them.

"This year's Mid-Autumn Festival Gala is the same old thing, nothing new."

"Isn't a party just singing and dancing? What new ideas can there be?"

Qingze glanced at Lan behind him; she stood there, seemingly distracted.

"Look, I'm going out to admire the moon."

"It's windy outside, put on a jacket."

"understood!"

The Mid-Autumn Festival moon was very round and bright. Its light shone on the riverbank, casting the shadows of people taking a walk.

Qingze sat on the steps of the riverbank, enjoying the breeze blowing from the lake.

Ran Mouri stood beside him, her skirt and hair billowing wildly in the wind.

Why are you so absent-minded after you wake up from your sleep?

She seemed to fall silent all of a sudden, and stopped teasing him. When she looked at him, her eyes held an indescribable sadness.

Could it be that he dreamt he was going to die?

Is she leaving?

Ran Mouri didn't say anything, but simply took out the gem again and pointed it at the moon in the sky.

Whether it's a reflection or something else, a bright moon also appears in this gem.

Like a shallow pool of moonlight in the deep sea, seemingly illusory and dreamlike, yet clearly visible.

Ran Mouri remained silent, and Aoze was at a loss.

He rested his chin on his hand and looked at the moon in the sky.

The moon has been hanging there since the birth of the world, watching over everything on the land below without changing its gaze.

Time may pass, but the moon remains unchanged.

He turned his head to look at the person who had sat down next to him, and suddenly asked:

"In many stories, the moon has a special meaning. In your gem, what does the moon represent?"

Ran Mouri reached out and touched her heart.

Qingze saw this and smiled, "The moon represents your heart? How cliché."

Ran Mouri laughed too.

A gentle, faint smile spread across her face, like shattered moonlight falling on her cheeks, leaving Qingze momentarily dazzled.

Seeing that he was staring at her, Ran Mouri tilted her head.

Realizing what he was doing, Qingze awkwardly looked away.

Ran Mouri suddenly leaned her shoulder against hers, supporting herself on the ground with one hand, suspending herself in the air in a shoulder-leaning posture.

"Hey Hey hey!"

As if startled, Qingze immediately moved his buttocks away, creating distance between them.

What is this female ghost trying to do?!

As she watched him dodge, Ran Mouri looked at him, her clear, tearful eyes, like those reflecting moonlight, seemed about to fill with tears.

Qingze felt a chill run down his spine. "Alright, alright, I'll move over, okay?"

He reluctantly moved back to his original position, letting the other person's head lean against him loosely.

"It's wrong to have a relationship too early, you know?"

Ran Mouri snorted inwardly.

She didn't know!

She's an adult; she's not in a puppy love relationship!

Why is this brat so concerned about whether or not he should start dating early?

That was true before, and it is true now.

She leaned back for a while, then straightened up, reached into her pocket, and pulled out the paper and pen she had taken from Qingze's desk.

She wrote a line and handed it to her.

Have you ever been in a relationship?

Looking at the contents above, Qingze's lips twitched.

This female ghost really has her eye on him!

"Of course I've dated. I've had girlfriends since kindergarten. Let me count them for you: Xiaomei, Xiaoli, Xiaoxi, Nannan, Dongdong, Xiaxia..."

Ran Mouri listened speechlessly to his fabricated lies.

Why don't you gather all four seasons (east, west, south, north, spring, summer, autumn, winter)?

Qingze reached out and brushed his hair back, sighing affectedly, "There's nothing I can do, being handsome makes you popular, I can't even open all the love letters."

Ran Mouri: "......"

You're so narcissistic.

A note was silently slipped to me.

Qingze reached out and made an eight with his chin, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

"Narcissistic? No, it's a fact!"

Ran Mouri: (￢_￢)

Ran Mouri really wanted to punch him on the head, but she couldn't.

Do you have a girl you like? I'm asking you this very seriously!

Qingze glanced at it, shrugged helplessly, and said in a glib tone, "I like a lot of girls, like Shanshan who sits in front of me, Qingqing who lives next door..."

Ran Mouri angrily slapped the note in her hand onto his head, and this time she hit him.

"I am a human, you are a ghost, there is no future for us!"

After Qingze finished speaking, he got up and ran away.

As she watched him run away, Ran Mouri gave a gentle, faint smile.

What a lively young man, Qingze!

I hope he can always be this happy.