Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Qingze sighed and handed over a pack of tissues.

"Cry. Even if you don't know what happened, it will make you feel much better if you vent your emotions."

He was still angry, but seeing her like this, he couldn't bring himself to be angry.

The car started and slowly drove away.

Ran Mouri cried very hard, tears streaming down her face, her throat was dry and hoarse, and her eyes were almost swollen like walnuts.

Qingze would glance at her in the rearview mirror from time to time, looking at her own face, his feelings a mix of emotions.

He was always puzzled as to where all those tears came from.

It's like there's no end to it.

He had never cried like this before; his tears were silent and unspoken.

It only falls when I'm alone and when it's late at night.

The intense crying gradually subsided, turning into intermittent sobs. Utter exhaustion overwhelmed Ran Mouri like a tidal wave, and she curled up in the back seat, falling into a deep sleep.

She was exhausted; these three days felt like an eternity of three years.

Sadness is like a series of sharp knives, constantly cutting into the heart.

She was unsure how to face herself and how to face Qingze.

Her life had always been simple; the biggest storm was her parents' separation, and her deepest sorrow was the sudden disappearance of her childhood sweetheart.

She didn't face any life-or-death threats, and no one was holding a gun to her back; she didn't need to run forward with all her might.

Her life is so simple that you can see it all at a glance.

But Qingze was different. The pressure of survival weighed on him constantly, and he had to run forward with all his might, otherwise he would not be able to choose his own life or death.

She didn't blame Qingze for choosing himself over others; everyone is selfish, and she was no exception.

She was just sad, so sad.

It was as if someone had forcibly removed the gauze covering her eyes, forcing her to confront that bloody past.

She can't fool herself.

She fell in love with someone she shouldn't have.

……

Qingze looked at the sleeping person, his brows furrowing even more.

In the end what happened?

He drove the car into the garage of the safe house, opened the back door, and quietly looked at the person who had fallen asleep, with tear stains still on their face.

That was his face, but at this moment, it appeared pale and fragile.

He reached out and gently brushed away the strands of hair clinging to that face.

The sleeping person's eyelashes fluttered, but there was no sign of them waking up.

Qingze looked at the person lying there and was troubled about how to carry them out.

It's impossible to carry her; there's not enough space.

wake?

Should I continue crying after waking up?

Qingze sighed, took out a first-aid kit, disinfected and bandaged the somewhat bloody and mangled back of her hand, and then got a blanket to cover her up.

Go to sleep first.

……

Dream.

Ran Mouri had another dream.

In her dreams, she is still Ran Mouri.

However, there was no Qingze, and no consciousness exchange.

She lived her ordinary high school life, waiting for a childhood sweetheart who might appear at any time.

Life seems the same, yet it also seems very different.

She often felt melancholy and depressed, but she didn't know what she was melancholy about or what she was depressed about.

It was as if an invisible fog enveloped her, and every time she tried to explore, she got lost in it and eventually retreated back to where she started.

Everyone around her seemed to have their own things to do, but she didn't know what to do.

It seems she's just waiting for the sake of waiting.

What are you waiting for?

A shadow is right beside you, yet it never appears.

Waiting for the truth to be told in person.

She was waiting for someone to pull her out of her illusory confusion.

But why wait?

she does not know.

It seems she has lost something very important.

She tried to search, but found no trace.

The smile seemed to have disappeared from her face for a long time.

Until that day when she was shopping, she saw a lighter.

It's a very ordinary lighter, even a bit old.

But she inexplicably bought it.

As she stroked the cool patterns on the lighter, her heart seemed to settle down, and a smile finally bloomed on her face, a smile that hadn't appeared in a long time.

Time seemed to have stopped, no longer moving forward.

She continued to attend her second year of high school, constantly experiencing one case after another.

One day, suddenly, she found herself facing a dark, gaping gun barrel.

She was tied to a chair, and a silver-haired man dressed in black held a gun pointed at her forehead.

On the other side were her parents, her friends, and her childhood sweetheart whom she had been waiting for.

They were confronting each other because of her.

She felt lost, so lost.

Why is she here?

Who is this person pointing a gun at her?

No one could answer the questions in her heart, and war seemed imminent.

The lighter fell out of my pocket, and although it wasn't lit, it still produced a flame.

The flames instantly turned the warehouse where she was into a sea of ​​fire. Standing in the flames, she suddenly saw a dark figure whose face she couldn't make out.

Unable to stop herself, she ran toward the figure, with one hand after another reaching out from behind to grab her.

"Xiaolan, don't go!"

"Xiao Lan, come back quickly!"

"Xiao Lan, danger!"

Similar words kept swirling around, each one more anxious than the last.

She finally snapped out of that confused state.

She stopped and smiled at the crowd behind her.

"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I've fallen in love with someone I shouldn't have."

"In the days he was away, a huge piece of my heart was empty, and happiness seemed to have left me."

"He is so important that even just seeing his shadow makes me want to rush towards him with all my might."

"Let me rebel just this once."

"I can't lose him."

The figure that had stopped turned and ran forward again, running faster and faster until she finally touched the shadow.

Ran Mouri opened her eyes.

The illusions in my dreams have all faded away, leaving only one thought in my heart.

She covered her chest, feeling the burning heat emanating from it.

It turns out that he was already so important to her.

Chapter 306 I Fell in Love with Someone I Shouldn't Have Fell in Love

When Qingze finished cooking and went down to the garage, he saw Ran Mouri sitting in the car, lost in thought.

She was wrapped in a blanket, her eyes swollen like two walnuts, her expression empty, like a broken piece of white porcelain.

Seeing her distraught state, Qingze's anger flared up instantly.

I told her not to go, but she insisted on going anyway, and now look what's happened!

Suppressing his anger, Qingze waved his hand in front of her eyes to bring her back to her senses.

"Stop spacing out and tell me what happened."

He softened his tone, trying to put the person who had just emerged from darkness and loneliness at ease.

Ran Mouri turned her eyes around, and perhaps because her tears had dried up, she didn't shed any more tears this time.

She looked at her own face, opened her mouth, and her voice was unusually hoarse.

"I saw your memories..."

Qingze paused for a moment, his eyelashes drooping down, obscuring the surging light in his eyes.

"How much did you see?"

"Three years..."

Which three years?

"The three years before you lost your sense of taste."

Qingze looked down at the person wrapped in a blanket in the car, his expression inscrutable.

He had thought she had suffered psychological trauma from being in solitary confinement for too long, but it turned out she had been watching him in his memory for three years, which was why she was so sad.

If they can't even accept these three years, how will they bear the even greater bloodshed to come?

He didn't ask her what she had seen, nor did he inquire about her feelings; he simply said:

"Let's go get something to eat. Take a hot shower, then get some rest."

After saying that, he turned his head, concealing the gloom in his eyes, and took the lead in walking upstairs.

Ran Mouri suddenly grabbed his hand, pinning his feet to the spot as he was walking forward.

"Mr. Qingze, what do I represent to you?"

Qingze turned to look at her, not understanding what she was asking.

Is it a burden that disrupts your life? Is it a source of trouble from the soul swap? Or is it a flame that will burn you?

Qingze frowned and stared into her eyes.

What nonsense are you thinking about?

Having seen so much, shouldn't one be unable to accept his world, and should one want to distance oneself and retreat?

Why ask these questions?