Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

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Kidd left with the gem, and the operation to protect the gem failed once again.

Outside, cheers were deafening, but inside the art museum, the Second Investigation Division was utterly dejected.

The crowd quickly dispersed, and Aozawa and Sonoko Suzuki walked out of the art museum.

"It's getting late! Ran, let's take my car home," Sonoko Suzuki suggested.

"No need, he's already waiting for me." Qingze shook her head, her eyes crinkling into a gentle smile.

"Oh, well then I won't disturb your date."

Sonoko Suzuki looked at him with a mocking expression, but she didn't act as a third wheel.

She waved to Xiaolan and ran briskly towards her family's driver.

Qingze watched her get into the car and leave, then went around to a less crowded area behind the art museum.

There, Ran Mouri, wearing a helmet and riding a motorcycle, was already waiting.

She was straddling the motorcycle, her two black riding gloves resting on the fuel tank cap, and was texting someone on her phone.

Have you arrived yet?

The phone vibrated. Qingze glanced at it and slowly walked over.

"They're here."

Upon seeing him arrive, Ran Mouri took off her helmet, revealing a beaming smile on her face, which belonged to Aozawa.

Qingze's gaze fell on her face.

After a whole day, the swelling in my eyes had completely subsided, and I had recovered my mental state, showing no signs of being affected by the memory.

"How are you feeling today?" Ran Mouri asked.

"Not very good. Next time Sonoko Suzuki makes an appointment, don't ask me to go."

Qingze sat in the back seat, leaning against her back, feeling somewhat exhausted.

This is exhausting.

It's even more tiring than doing his mission.

These girls are really good at chatting. He not only has to act, but also think about how to answer and continue the conversation, what kind of words are in line with Ran Mouri's character, and he can't let the conversation go cold.

In short: tiring.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Ran Mouri smiled and grabbed his hands, wrapping them around her waist.

Qingze was tired and didn't resist.

Anyway, I'm the one hugging myself.

Seeing that Qingze did not withdraw his hand but instead hugged her, Ran Mouri's eyes lit up and her smile widened.

She suggested to the person leaning behind her:

"How about we go get some late-night snacks as a reward?"

Qingze will definitely like it if we go out to eat.

As for whether eating a late-night snack will cause weight gain...

She can lose the weight herself later.

"Maybe next time, I have other things to do today."

"Is there anything else?"

Qingze sat up straight, released one hand, and took out his phone.

On the phone screen is a map app, and a red dot is moving.

Qingze placed his phone in front of her. "Follow this light, I'll show you the way."

"Who is this targeting? Kidd?"

At this point, the only one who can be identified by Qingze is Kidd.

"Hmm. I have some suspicions about his identity and want to verify them."

He plans to have a proper talk with Kidd in person.

"What conjecture?"

"You'll see when the time comes. Just wear a helmet and ride your bike."

"Why are you keeping me in suspense..."

Ran Mouri muttered something, took off the warm scarf from her neck, turned around and tied it on him.

"Why are you giving it to me?"

"It will be cold when you ride your bike later."

“That’s true, winter isn’t really a good time to ride a motorcycle.” Qingze let her tie his scarf around his neck, then thought for a moment and said, “I’ll take you to the racetrack we organize to practice tomorrow.”

Ran Mouri should learn to drive a car.

Without this skill, it's always inconvenient.

"Huh? Won't that give us away?"

Ran Mouri has only ever driven a car once, at the Suzuki family's driving school, when she was learning to ride a motorcycle. Currently, she only knows how to steer, accelerate, and brake.

Unfortunately, she is underage and cannot drive a car through normal channels.

Using Qingze's identity to study is not very convenient and could easily expose one's identity.

"We'll just book the whole place."

The racetrack owned by the organization is just that—owned by the organization. At most, the person in charge is someone from the organization, but very few other people would know about the organization.

He took Ran Mouri to the racetrack, which to outsiders looked like Koniac taking his girlfriend to the racetrack.

Even if someone drives terribly, there will always be people who will fill in the gaps and find suitable reasons for their actions.

"Yay! Once I learn how to drive, I'll be able to drive too!"

"If you study for a whole day, you should be able to learn it."

Qingze only studied driving for one day before Vermouth dragged her along to pick her up.

Vermouth must have a lot of nerve to send someone who's only been learning to drive for a day to pick her up.

After receiving the call, it turned into a high-speed chase, forcing a novice driver to go on a wild ride.

Fortunately, the United States has a well-developed highway network and relatively few cars on interstate highways; otherwise, who knows how many traffic accidents would have occurred.

Ran Mouri nodded, put on her helmet, and put on her cycling gloves.

She started the motorcycle, looked at the fair hand that was wrapped around her waist, put the hand into the pocket of her down jacket, and then patted the hand inside the pocket through the layer of the pocket.

"Lean against my back, don't get blown by the wind."

Qingze leaned against her back, feeling the warmth in her pocket, and didn't respond.

The motorcycle started slowly, and strands of hair fluttered in the wind.

The winter wind whipped against his face, stinging his hair, and Qingze had only one thought:

My back isn't very windproof...

Chapter 321 Phantom Thief Kid, You're Really Arrogant

Where is Kidd going?

Inside the car, watching the location on the screen still moving and showing no signs of stopping, Ou Detang was somewhat puzzled.

"He probably realized we were following him," said Fryward, who was driving, quite calmly.

The reason why Phantom Thief Kid can remain active and leave the police helpless, becoming a top figure among phantom thieves, is certainly due to his abilities.

Fryward did not believe that the locator he installed would definitely go undetected.

"He found out but didn't destroy the locator; instead, he kept it with him. Was he really that confident?"

"Is it possible that this isn't confidence, but arrogance?"

"arrogant?"

After thinking about it carefully, Odeton realized that Kidd was indeed arrogant.

Every time he stole a gemstone, he would give the police a prior notice, make a grand entrance, and then brazenly take the gemstone away, humiliating the police.

This kind of phantom thief practically wears arrogance on his face.

He was extremely confident in his abilities, believing that he could escape even if the police had laid a tight net.

This extreme self-confidence is arrogance.

He arrogantly believed that even if someone tampered with the gem and tried to find him using the locator, he was capable of retaliating and finding out who was targeting him.

"I like arrogant people like that; they make things easier for others."

The steel frame at the top of Tokyo Tower cuts through the cold moonlight, while a biting wind howls through the high altitude.

A phantom thief dressed in white stood atop Tokyo Tower, his snow-white cloak billowing in the strong wind.

He had already removed the gemstone necklace, and with his white-gloved hand, he held it up, pointing it at the moon in the sky.

The gem sparkled with fire under the moonlight, but no other gem was revealed.

"It really isn't Pandora after all..."

If it were Pandora, that organization would have taken the gem long ago.

Hearing the sound of the metal staircase below, he put the gemstone into his pocket, one hand in his pocket, and the other hand slightly moved the brim of his hat.

He looked down, the shadow of his hat brim obscuring his face, with only his monocle reflecting the magnificent night below.

"So, you two have finally shown up?"

His voice came through the wind, carrying his signature confidence and composure, as if he were just waiting for a latecomer.

In the shadows, the figures of a man and a woman were fully revealed.

O'De Tong, dressed in a striped suit, looked at the waiting phantom thief, a hint of emotion flashing across his face:

"Kaito Kid, you are indeed arrogant."

Kidd's lips curled slightly, the moonlight outlining his elegant profile, his gaze sweeping over his opponent who had revealed his true face.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

"Freward".

A cold female voice rang out, as sharp as the black muzzle of the gun that suddenly appeared in her hand, "The one who killed you too."

Before the words were even finished, the trigger had already been pulled.

Kaito Kid's pupils suddenly contracted.

Come and kill him!

His exceptional reflexes and dynamic vision allowed him to react the instant the other man raised his gun. He spun to the side, the bullet grazing his white cloak before landing in the steel frame behind him.

While dodging, his brain was working at high speed.

No, that's not right.

These two people didn't come to kill him.

They were aiming for his legs; they wanted to subdue him and grab him!

Flyward is a type of gin... They're not the organization targeting Pandora, they're the organization that Conan Edogawa is dealing with!

Recalling the organization's act of directly blowing up the train, and the fact that the two men attacked him without explanation, he understood the ruthlessness of the two men.

Thoughts raced in the blink of an eye, but now that the two top assassins had shown themselves, they wouldn't give their target any time.

boom!