Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

This is such a big matter, we should tell Madam first.

Thinking about it, he took out his phone.

……

Rum and his men stood in the auto repair shop, looking at the unconscious Fred with somber expressions.

He grabbed Freward, opened a bottle of mineral water, and poured it over her face to bring her back to her senses.

Fryward slowly awoke, and the instant his vision returned, he instinctively assumed a wary stance.

“Freward.” Rum’s voice came coldly, along with the icy touch pressing against his forehead.

Fryward's body was taut like a bowstring. In the dim light, she couldn't see the face of the person in front of her, only their figure and the chain of the single-rimmed eyeglass hanging from their left eye.

It wasn't Kidd, nor was it that woman.

"Lord Rum?" she asked uncertainly.

Rum was the only one who knew that she and O'DeTang were here.

Rum actually came in person?

Rum lowered the gun from her temple and looked down at her.

"what happened?"

Fryward recounted the events truthfully, "When I returned here, I encountered a woman. This woman was very strong; she dodged my bullets, knocked my gun away, and even knocked me unconscious..."

Fryward thought he was going to die, but he was fine. The other party had only come to rescue Kidd and had not intended to kill him.

"A woman? What kind of woman?"

"She was masked and called herself 'Agate.' She's probably Kaito Kid's accomplice."

"agate?"

Rum murmured the name, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

A name I've never heard of before.

Upon descending underground, Rum saw the unconscious Oddon. Fryward was startled and immediately rushed forward to check on him.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed that the man was still alive.

Rum's gaze fell on the card on the table. Holding the card, his smile was enigmatic.

Kaito Kid is alright, though.

But, is that enough?

Having already offended such a powerful figure, the options are either to recruit them, turn enemies into friends, or...

dead!

"Lord Rum, what should we do next?"

"Go and find out what the true identity of Phantom Thief Kid is."

Chapter 328 Something Happened to Our Son

Las Vegas.

Kuroba Chikage, who was having lunch, answered the phone.

As the mother of Kaito Kid, she is also a phantom thief.

More than 20 years ago, she was the famous phantom thief known as "Phantom Thief Lady," and was called "the twenty-faced woman of the Showa era."

She specifically targets large corporations and wealthy individuals who have accepted ill-gotten gains, and possesses exceptional skills in disguise and voice manipulation.

Later, she met Toichi Kuroba in Paris, fell in love with him, and then retired from public life.

Kuroba Toichi's disguise and voice-changing skills were derived from his wife.

When magic and phantom thief combine, the magician under the moonlight, Phantom Thief Kid, is born.

Since Kuroba Toichi died eight years ago during an escape magic trick, she has spent most of her time abroad.

"It should be early morning in Japan, right? Why are you calling me at this hour? Is something wrong?"

Kuroba Chikage frowned.

"Madam, the young master is seriously injured..." Terai Kinosuke's voice was tinged with sobs.

Their young master is really in a bad situation this time; he's still in the operating room, and nobody knows when he'll be out...

The thought of Kaito covered in blood broke his heart.

Kuroba Chikage jumped up, her movement so sudden she almost knocked over the cup beside her.

"What's wrong with Kaito?" she asked anxiously, gripping the table tightly.

"Young Master is in the emergency room right now, he's had a gunshot wound and is undergoing surgery. He was shot in the shoulder and leg, but thankfully it wasn't a fatal wound..."

Kuroba Chikage's heart gradually calmed down. Thank goodness, it wasn't life-threatening.

She opened her laptop and asked while booking her flight:

"What exactly happened?"

"I'm not entirely sure either. The young master said he was being targeted by two people codenamed 'alcohol'..."

"The wine is called a code name?" Kuroba Chikage frowned, his expression somber.

"I understand. You watch over Kaito, I'll be back tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, Kuroba Chikage typed a phone number into the keyboard as if it were muscle memory. Looking at the number, she remained silent for a moment before dialing it.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

The man in Tokyo sounded tired, but with a hint of amusement.

"You haven't called me in a long time, Chikage."

"Our son was seriously injured, and it was done by the people in the organization you're in now," Kuroba Chikage said coldly.

Black Feather Thief snapped to attention in an instant, his furrowed brows revealing a murderous intent.

……

Standing outside the hospital, looking at the desolate streets, Ran Mouri scratched her head.

It was already 3 a.m., and the outside was eerily quiet.

"Our motorcycles are still parked at that outpost."

They arrived in an ambulance, while the motorcycle remained parked where it was.

"It's okay, I don't need it."

"Huh? You don't want it anymore?"

"No, it's a waste of time to go all the way there and ride home. If you're worried about the cost, then you can ride back yourself tomorrow..."

Qingze yawned, not really caring.

"Aze, you're such a spendthrift..." Ran Mouri exclaimed.

Last time, the luxury car just exploded without warning; this time, I just felt that riding the motorcycle would be a waste of time, so I'm not going to get rid of it.

Such extravagance would squander an entire fortune.

Qingze glanced at him sideways, his expression somewhat strange.

"What did you call me?"

"Aze, Aze~"

Ran Mouri blinked her sly eyes at him, deliberately drawing out her words.

Qingze got goosebumps. "Don't call me that."

"Why? That's what you call me. I didn't even realize it when I heard it."

"I was just acting; that title is too cheesy..."

“It’s not cheesy at all, Aze sounds so nice. Listen, Aze, Aze…” The more Ran Mouri said it, the smoother the nickname became.

"Master, stop chanting..." Qingze rubbed his temples, feeling a headache.

"Don't worry, I only call you that in private." Ran Mouri winked at him.

The way I address him, "Aze," is much more intimate than the honorific "Mr. Qingze."

Once she realized she could call him that, she didn't want to call him that so formally in private anymore.

"You can call me Lan, don't always call me by my full name."

"Ran Mouri".

"Her name is Lan."

"Ran Mouri~"

"Call her Lan!"

"Ran Mouri~~"

I'm getting angry!

"Hi~"

Two cold hands slipped through the scarf and tucked behind her neck, causing Qingze to gasp.

"Say it again!"

Ran Mouri grabbed the back of his neck, her tone threatening.

Qingze stubbornly refused to admit defeat.

"Ran Mouri! Ran Mouri! Ran Mouri!"

Ran Mouri was annoyed, but she couldn't bring herself to pinch him hard.

She pulled her hand away, puffed out her cheeks, and glared at him.

Qingze made a face at him, her girlish face lively and charming.

Seeing him still making faces, Ran Mouri burst out laughing.

“Aze, sometimes I really doubt your age.”

Qingze rolled his eyes. "You're making it sound like I'm a lot of old people."

At 23, most people are in the innocent and naive years of college.

"Let's go, I'll take a taxi back to sleep!" After saying that, he yawned and wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes.

It's very late now.

Previously, she used a voice changer to have Ran Mouri impersonate Sonoko Suzuki, and they cooperated on the phone to trick Kogoro Mouri into saying that he would be resting at the Suzuki's house that night, so he wouldn't have to go back to the agency.

Otherwise, there's no way I could stay out all night.

After hailing a taxi and returning to his residence, Qingze yawned incessantly, his eyelids drooping.

I'm exhausted today and desperately need some sleep.

"Tomorrow is Sunday, I'll take you to the racetrack after I wake up."

After saying that, he walked sleepily to his master bedroom, took off his coat, put on his sweater, crawled into bed, and fell asleep immediately.

Looking at the bed and blankets she had slept in the night before, Ran Mouri opened her mouth, then silently closed the door and went to another room.

……

At 11 a.m., seeing that there was still no movement in Qingze's room, Maoli Ran came up and knocked on the door.

She knocked a few times but there was still no response. She turned the doorknob and saw that the person on the bed had covered their head with the blanket.

A muffled sound came from under the covers:

"Sleep a little longer..."

Ran Mouri sighed, "It's already noon, and I still have to go to my driving practice."