Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"How's it going?"

"Hehe, I made it! Aren't I amazing?"

Hearing the praise coming from the other end of the phone, Qingze smiled.

"That's really impressive. I tried to learn Vermouth's technique before, but even though the steps are exactly the same, I just couldn't seem to replicate it..."

Even now, he still finds Vermouth's technology extremely unscientific.

"Everyone has things they're not good at. If you need to do disguises in the future, you can leave it to me!"

"Hmm. Are you coming over for dinner tonight?"

"Can I come over here?"

"can."

"But my eyes are still swollen..." Ran Mouri said, looking conflicted.

I feel that going on like this would damage Qingze's image.

She applied an ice pack at noon, but it only helped a little. It won't be completely gone until tomorrow.

"Playing the victim or showing weakness appropriately can lower guard and gain favor by appealing to sympathy."

Upon hearing this, Ran Mouri teased, "Mr. Aozawa, you're quite the charmer..."

"Then you might as well not come."

"Come here, of course I'm coming!"

Ran Mouri put her phone on speakerphone and started changing her clothes.

She wore a non-aggressive off-white down jacket, which made her already pale face look even paler. Combined with her slightly swollen eyes, she looked fragile, making it hard to say anything harsh to her.

Qingze heard the rustling sound of her changing clothes, but he didn't stop talking and went over her story with her.

“Your mom asked me what was wrong with you today. I showed her a picture of you with swollen eyes from crying this morning. She said you’ve regained some of your memory and locked yourself up for three days…”

"what?"

Ran Mouri, who was putting on colored contact lenses, was a little confused.

There are photos too? When were they taken?

Is this an unflattering photo of her, or an unflattering photo of Qingze?

"In short, remember why you cried. If they ask you what it reminded you of, just make it up."

“Okay…” Ran Mouri agreed.

Since Qingze didn't care about his image, she couldn't say anything.

Do you know when that new employee at the sushi restaurant downstairs started working?

"You mean Mr. Kenjiro Wakita? It must have been about four days ago, the night we went out for sushi, he was the one who hosted us..."

Ran Mouri recounted the events and conversations of that day in detail.

After listening to Ran Mouri's explanation, Aoze understood the situation.

Rum is planning to infiltrate here.

They can keep an eye on the Mori family, keep an eye on Bourbon, and maybe even run into the FBI.

Thinking about it that way, this really is a wonderful place.

"Is there something wrong with him?" Because she had only met him once, Ran Mouri didn't have a very deep impression of Kanenori Wakita.

"Yes, he is Rum." Qingze didn't hide it from her and told her directly.

"what?!"

Ran Mouri opened her mouth wide in surprise.

If Rum remembers correctly, he's the organization's second-in-command, right?

A second-in-command personally works as a sushi restaurant employee?

Are these people really that simple and unpretentious?

"That's all I have to say. I'm going to go cook. If you want to come over, hurry up."

Hearing footsteps approaching the room, Qingze hung up the phone.

He opened the door and bumped right into Kogoro Mouri, who was walking towards the door.

Seeing his daughter making a phone call in her room, Kogoro Mouri, who had been planning to eavesdrop, paused and naturally walked into his own room.

Seeing that the phone call had ended, Ran rubbed her head.

I'd also like to ask what exactly I should bring...

I'll go buy a bottle of wine later, a common red wine to go with the meal, that way I shouldn't be rejected like last time when I gave a gift.

Poirot Cafe wasn't doing much business today; it was practically empty by dinner time.

Amuro Tooru stretched and prepared to go outside for some fresh air and to catch a glimpse of the brief blues moment before nightfall.

He likes these moments.

The sky, a deep blue, blended beautifully with the night, creating a strange sense of tranquility.

A motorcycle happened to be parked on the side of the road, and Amuro's X-ray vision, who had just stepped out of the store, glanced over it.

Then, the pupil shrank to the size of a pinhead.

The person on the motorcycle took off his helmet, and the face he had seen a few times looked straight at him before putting on sunglasses in the next instant.

Ran Mouri didn't expect to run into Tooru Amuro so directly. She quickly put on sunglasses to cover her swollen eyes.

She instinctively didn't want outsiders to see Qingze's red and swollen eyes.

Ignoring Amuro Tooru, Ran Mouri took out the alcohol she had bought, locked the car, and went straight upstairs.

Amuro Tooru stood there, watching Koniak's figure disappear, a sense of unease washing over him.

He didn't see wrong, did he?

Koniak…are your eyes swollen?

It looks a bit like edema, but more like the swelling of the eyelids after intense crying.

He scratched his head, somewhat questioning the meaning of life.

You must have misread it, right?

Even if there is swelling, it should be edema, not the latter.

He looked up at the lit third floor and hesitated, wondering whether he should go up and take a look.

It's not that I'm worried about the safety of the Mori family...

Given Koniak's appearance, he certainly couldn't have come to kill someone.

He was driven purely by curiosity and a desire to gather information, wanting to collect everything he could.

If he goes up there, will he anger Koniak?

Yes, it will definitely anger him.

But as long as things don't reach a critical point, given that he has leverage over both sides and that Koniak needs his police identity to protect the Mori family, Koniak is unlikely to explode or kill him.

Even if one is injured afterward without killing anyone, as long as useful information can be obtained, the price is worth it.

His identity was that of Kogoro Mouri's student, and Koniak had to pretend, so there was no legitimate reason to expel him.

Let's go up and take a look first, and then act according to the situation.

Thinking about it, he went into the coffee shop to tidy up the sandwiches that hadn't been sold that day.

Chapter 312 Enjoy your dinner, everyone!

Ran Mouri, dressed in a blue fur coat, knocked on the door, and soon the door was opened.

Upon seeing his mother, the young man took off his sunglasses and greeted her softly.

"It's been a long time, Ms. Fei. Please forgive my unauthorized visit."

Eri Kisaki's gaze fell on his face. Looking at the young man's pale complexion and his clearly fragile yet feigned calm expression, a feeling of pity welled up in her heart.

She said gently, "We invited you to dinner, there's no need for us to be so formal. Please come in and sit down, dinner will be ready soon..."

"it is good……"

Kogoro Mouri was already sitting on the tatami mat in the living room, and the food on the dining table was already set.

Ran Mouri took off her shoes and went into the house. She walked to the tatami mat in the living room, took off her down jacket, and sat down on the cushion by the table.

Kogoro Mouri's gaze fell on his face, and he frowned. "Why are your eyes so swollen?"

Ran Mouri smiled and said, "I drank too much water, so I'm a little swollen."

Knowing the truth, Kogoro Mouri naturally didn't believe it, nor did he press further.

Asking him directly if he cried is too hurtful to his feelings.

His gaze fell on Qingze's hand, which was carrying a bag. Thin bandages were wrapped around his hand, covering his fingers and knuckles.

What happened to your hand again?

Ran looked down at her hand. Qingze had bandaged it once before, but it got wet in the shower, so she bandaged it again.

"I got a minor injury while practicing boxing."

Kogoro Mouri guessed that it was something he fought that caused the injury.

It's highly likely that it's a sandbag.

Ran Mouri took out the bottle of red wine she was carrying and placed it on the table.

"I brought a bottle of aperitif, it's nothing expensive, please don't refuse."

This is a bottle of vermouth, a classic aperitif, and it's an affordable option.

Kogoro Mouri saw it, but didn't refuse.

"Haha, a meal is more fun when it's paired with some wine. You know me well!"

Ran Mouri smiled as she accepted her father's pat on the shoulder.

Qingze brought out the last dish, cucumber salad, and glanced at Ran Mouri for a while.

His condition has recovered.

Ran Mouri smiled at him.

Seeing the two exchanging glances and seemingly exchanging flirtatious glances, the old father curled his lip in displeasure.

"This is enough food, Xiaolan, go wash your hands and eat!"

"it is good."

At the door, the knocking sounded again.

Eri Kisaki, who had just washed her hands and was about to eat, frowned.

Who is this? Or are the reporters still here?

After glancing at the person outside through the peephole, Eri Kisaki opened the door.

Amuro Tooru stood at the doorway holding a tray with several packaged sandwiches on it.

Eri's gaze fell on the tray on his back. "Are there so many sandwiches today?"

Because the shop often makes extra sandwiches, Amuro Tooru usually chooses to have them delivered upstairs before closing time as a treat for his teacher.

"Business was so-so today, and there were no customers in the evening. The boss told me to rest early tonight."

Amuro Toru took off his shoes and entered the room, placing the tray on a table to the side.

Looking at the sumptuous meal on the table, he showed a surprised expression and smiled:

Wow, is it a dinner party today? It looks delicious!

Qingze's gaze fell on his face, and he chuckled inwardly.