Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Seeing that the female ghost hadn't followed, Qingze felt somewhat smug.

He finally dumped me!

Before they could enjoy their triumph for long, a riot suddenly broke out ahead.

A man wielding a knife rushed into a group of children playing together, his sharp fruit knife, radiating a chilling aura, stabbing downwards as if in a fit of rage.

Qingze's pupils contracted, and he instinctively rushed over.

Qingze had no idea what happened after that. All he could hear were the cries of children and the screams of passersby. He felt as if his stomach was on fire, and the knife was being stabbed in again and again, making him tremble with pain.

It is often said that the abdomen has a large number of pain nerve endings, so seppuku is an extremely painful way to die, and this is indeed true.

Those children must have run away by now...

Blood seeped into the cement cracks along the hem of his clothes, spreading dark marks. Fresh blood was flowing, and excruciating pain spread from his abdomen to his limbs. With each additional stab, the pain intensified, as if countless needles were pricking him.

Qingze's consciousness began to drift, yet he couldn't help but let his mind wander.

You charged in without any fighting skills, *Ze*, you're such a loser...

I hope Mom and Dad won't be too heartbroken; having a third child is perfectly fine...

Given the current birth rate, I hope I'm not born in India...

Ouch, that really hurts! I never want to feel this pain again in my next life...

Ran Mouri's feet seemed nailed to the ground.

The wind seemed to suddenly stop, and the streetlights flickered, casting a dim yellow light on Qingze's blood-stained clothes, stinging her eyes.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, and even breathing felt difficult.

She had guessed countless possible endings for Qingze, but she never imagined that he would fall here, at the age when he should be most vibrant.

The murderer had already been pinned to the ground by passersby who rushed up. Someone shouted, "Call an ambulance!" The voice seemed to reach her ears through a layer of mist.

She knew that Qingze had rushed in just in time; the children had only suffered minor injuries and were otherwise unharmed.

He died saving someone...

Is this a cruel joke of fate?

She knelt beside Qingze, her illusory skirt brushing against the bloodstains on the ground, but she couldn't touch anything.

Tears fell in large drops, only to vanish like bubbles as soon as they slid down her cheeks.

Qingze's eyes flickered slightly, and he managed a faint smile with difficulty.

Don't cry.

The light in his eyes was completely lost, like a candle flame extinguished by the wind.

Ran Mouri lay on top of him and finally couldn't hold back her tears.

The faster her tears fell, the more ethereal her figure became, until she almost blended into the air.

Pandora fell out of the pocket and landed in a pool of blood.

In the moonlight, Pandora, stained with blood, shone with a faint, star-like glow.

A layer of silver mist spread around the edge of the originally clear moon, and a shallow crack slowly appeared in the mist, from which even brighter light flowed out, like the gates of heaven being pushed open by an invisible hand.

Unseen by anyone, two blurry figures rose from the ground, one tinged with a faint red, the other with a pale white hue.

Together with Pandora, they slowly drifted toward the crevice in the moon, their figures overlapping and intertwining, like a fleeting dream woven by moonlight on earth.

......

Chapter 295 A Peaceful Life That Doesn't Belong to Him

Xiaolan's left foot was touching the ground with the toes, slightly suspended in the air, with all her weight pressed down on her intact foot and crutch.

He frowned. "Xiao Lan, why are you using crutches? Where are you hurt?"

Aoze, dressed in a Ran Mouri cloak, gave a troubled smile. "I twisted my ankle today while wearing high heels..."

How serious is it?

Eri, who also came to the kitchen, rolled her eyes at the man who asked such a pointless question.

"It must be serious. He's even using crutches now, how could it not be serious?"

Who is this?

Eri Kisaki's gaze fell on the woman who stood somewhat reservedly to the side after seeing them arrive.

She had short hair, wore glasses, was tall, had a scholarly air about her, and was shy. She was wearing an apron.

"This is my friend, Shiratama Akiko..."

Qingze had already eaten a plate of salt and pepper chicken wings in the afternoon, and then personally guided Baiyu in making them.

Shiratama has a good talent for cooking and learns quickly.

Free labor is free, so why not use it?

Qingze asked her to help make dinner and gave her a cooking lesson as well.

Bai Yu found this incredibly sweet.

"Hello, I'm learning cooking from Miss Mori."

We exchanged a few simple greetings and chatted for a bit, and that was how we got to know each other.

The couple were very casual about their daughter's female friends. They simply asked a few questions, learned that Bai Yu lived next door, and didn't inquire further.

Aozawa's gaze fell on Kogoro Mouri's face. Shirogane's face was rather ordinary. This time, Kogoro Mouri didn't trigger his perverted instincts. He just glanced at him casually and then paid little attention to him.

"Ran, let me see your foot." Eri Kisaki was a little worried about her daughter's injury.

"it is good."

Qingze told Baiyu to watch over the sauce, then leaned on his cane and sat down on the tatami mat in the living room.

As soon as she sat down, Eri Kisaki reached out her hand.

Aozawa stiffened, letting Eri Kisaki pull down his trouser leg and take off half of his sock to check the swelling in his ankle.

"How did you sprain your ankle so badly?"

Kogoro Mouri crouched down to look over. "It's quite serious. Has it been treated?"

"I twisted my ankle while performing a twirl in high heels. I've already had it treated at the infirmary. The school doctor told me to use crutches for a few days, apply ice frequently, and avoid strenuous activity..."

As Eri Kisaki pressed her fingers against the swelling in his ankle, Aozawa struggled to keep his stiffness from becoming too obvious.

"Then listen to the school doctor, try to sit or lie down as much as possible, and move around less."

Eri helped her daughter put on her socks and pulled down her trouser legs, and only then did Aozawa relax.

"Okay, Mom, you've had a long day at work, get some rest. Dinner will be ready soon."

"I'll take care of it; it's not appropriate to have the guests cook dinner."

Seeing that his wife was about to head to the kitchen, Kogoro Mouri quickly pulled her over and made her sit down on the tatami mat.

“Eri, you’ve worked all day, so take a good rest! Miss Baiyu is learning to cook, so let’s let her learn properly.”

“Yes, Mom, you should get some rest,” Qingze chimed in.

Eri Kisaki watched the father and daughter singing in unison, chuckled, and sat down.

"Xiaolan, do you have any photos or videos of your performance today? I haven't seen what your cosplay looks like yet..."

Eri Kisaki snuggled closer and leaned against her shoulder.

Qingze felt unusually uncomfortable with this closeness between mother and daughter.

She couldn't keep her distance, she couldn't refuse Eri's physical contact, and she couldn't let her stiffness be discovered. It was incredibly uncomfortable.

"Sonoko sent me photos and videos..."

Aoze took out his phone and shared photos and videos with this "mother" in the same tone he used with Ran Mouri.

The photos and videos were taken by Hondo Eisuke. The images captured by the camera are quite beautiful, and the beautiful girl Hino Ran is bright, charming, and radiant.

Eri Kisaki admired the photo for a long time.

"It's so beautiful! It's such a pity I didn't get to see it live..."

Kogoro Mouri had somehow gotten behind the two of them, sticking his head out to stare at the photos on the phone.

He said with some emotion:

“Eri, our daughter really looks like you when you were young, but you were much more serious and old-fashioned back then…”

Upon hearing this, Qingze's gaze fell on Fei Yingli's face.

Ran Mouri does indeed look like Eri Kisaki, having completely inherited Eri's beauty.

But compared to Eri Kisaki, it has a different flavor.

Thanks to Kogoro Mouri's handsome features, even though he is now old, you can still tell that he was once quite good-looking.

Otherwise, Ran Mouri might not be so beautiful.

"Who are you calling serious and old-fashioned?" Eri Kisaki looked over, displeased.

"Ha ha……"

Kogoro Mouri's eyes darted around.

In her youth, Eri Kisaki was a top student, and therefore had a rather serious and proper personality; she shouldn't even think about performing like this.

He has never participated in a stage performance before.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Kogoro Mouri's ear was grabbed.

Eri Kisaki put one hand on her hip, grabbed Kogoro Mouri's ear and twisted it hard. Kogoro Mouri's head stretched out and he let out an exaggerated scream.

Qingze watched the couple bickering with a smile, and for a moment he felt a sense of peace and tranquility.

Unfortunately, this was not a peaceful life for him.

.......

Inside the luxurious sanatorium.

Hearing the sound of someone entering, the elderly man in the hospital bed opened his eyes.

"How is Koniak's mental state?"

The man named Brandy bowed slightly as a sign of respect, then slowly said:

"His mental state is much better than before. He seems very stable now, even peaceful."

The old man in the hospital bed thought for a moment, "Then let's give him a severe punishment as a warning. He killed so many people, it wouldn't be right not to punish him. Send him to Base Three and put him in solitary confinement for three days."

"Should we send someone to guard it?"

"No need. If he wants to come out, no one can keep an eye on him."

Brandy thought for a moment and suggested:

"The confinement will have a certain impact on Koniak's mental state, putting him in a state of mental depression. Taking advantage of his mental depression to carry out consciousness modification should be effective."

Because physical pain had no effect on Koniak, the most common form of punishment against him was mental torture.

The solitary confinement cell is an absolutely dark and quiet environment.

Once inside, one's senses are stripped away, and one can no longer perceive the passage of time. Personality and reality disintegrate, and the spirit tends towards nihilism. People with weak wills will suffer a mental breakdown within half a day.

The longer you stay, the greater the damage to your mental health; if it goes on for too long, it can even cause permanent damage.

They would only dare to keep Koniak locked up for five days at most.

As for how the conclusion of five days was reached, let's not go into it.

The last experiment ended abruptly because Koniak's consciousness fluctuated too much and he forcibly withdrew, and Dr. Payton has been applying to continue the experiment.

Now is a good opportunity to continue the experiment.

"Then let's go to solitary confinement cell number one and remodel it..."