Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

In Qingze's heart, would she become a frivolous woman?

Is this what it feels like for a man to be controlled by his desires?

How terrifying...

Chapter 339 I will absolutely not let him come back alive.

In the quiet private booths.

Chianti, wearing a knitted hat that covered her ears, lit a cigarette, and wisps of smoke spread through the air.

She crossed her legs, occasionally flicking the ash from her cigarette, her expression gloomy.

Across from her, Binga was holding a cocktail, with a laptop in front of him.

He frowned, puzzled.

Why did Gin kill Oddtown?

They were making fun of O'De Tang yesterday, and then he died right after leaving the hospital.

He was still killed by Gin.

"Who knows? Either it made a mistake, or it's a rat."

Chianti didn't care about Odton's death, as they weren't close to each other anyway.

Binga placed his glass on the table, clasped his hands in front of his face, and frowned, as if something had happened that he didn't know about.

As an intelligence officer, he has always been keen on these things.

"He killed his colleague so casually, doesn't he need to give an explanation?"

Chianti raised her eyelids, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "I know you're ambitious and want to replace Gin, but what's the point of telling me this? If you're so capable, go find the boss or Rum."

She is one of Gin's subordinates. The reason the two of them are sitting here is simply because they share a common goal, but that doesn't mean she will help Binga deal with Gin.

"You want Gin to give an explanation? Why don't you say you want Koniak to give an explanation? He killed so many people, I almost died at his hands, and he only got three days of solitary confinement."

Is three days of confinement some kind of severe punishment?

It's just for show.

Chianti was furious just thinking about it, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Weren't you planning to target Kogoro Mouri? How are your preparations going?"

Binga glanced at the computer and gave a confident smile.

"Don't worry, I've made arrangements. I will definitely not let him come back alive."

"Won't Koniak suspect us then?"

"Would someone like him care about Kogoro Mouri's life or death because he loves him so much?"

Binga took a sip of his drink, a cool, indifferent smile playing on his lips.

"Once those people kill Kogoro Mouri, the two of us will join forces to take them all out and clear up all the clues. In this way, Kogoro Mouri will be considered to have died in an accident."

“It’s normal for detectives to be away for a few days after receiving a case. By the time the news of Kogoro Mouri’s death was discovered, it would already be several days later, and it would have nothing to do with us.”

Binga's smile was confident and proud.

He deliberately set up this scheme to kill Kogoro Mouri, so that Kogoro Mouri could die in peace.

"Once Kogoro Mouri dies, Shinichi Kudo will be next!"

Chianti picked up the glass beside him, a cruel smile spreading across his face, and lightly clinked it against Binga's glass.

"Then I wish you all the best."

……

The mountains and forests in winter are much more desolate than in autumn, and the wide roads in the mountains and forests are particularly lonely.

Kogoro Mouri drove his wife's BMW Mini, carrying his family of three, to a mountain near Tokyo.

He received an investigation commission yesterday, the only serious commission he's received in the past two weeks, and the commission fee is quite high, so he takes it very seriously.

Eri Kisaki wasn't busy with work lately, and worried that Kogoro Mouri wouldn't be able to solve the mystery after losing his "sleeping" ability, so she suggested going with him. The two of them were also worried about leaving their daughter at home alone, so the three of them went out together.

Qingze sat in the back seat, playing a match-3 game on his phone.

High school life is so interesting. It's always either a holiday or I have to take leave. It's almost the end of the semester, but I'm not nervous at all.

I've only been in school for a few days this week, and I've already asked for leave.

For Qingze, not having to go to school is just fine.

It must be pretty boring for him to stay at school and play Ran Mouri.

"Dad, what are we investigating this time?"

Since the letter of authorization was received last night and the leave request was made on short notice this morning, Aozawa was not quite sure what kind of request Kogoro Mouri had received.

"It's to help the client find the treasure his father hid."

Qingze looked out the window; the mountain road was getting deeper and deeper.

"Is the wealth hidden in the mountains?"

"Yes, the client's father built a house in the mountains and lived there for many years in his old age. He was obsessed with collecting antique clocks and left a will before he passed away, saying, 'My treasures are hidden in a place where you can hear the stream and the sound of the pines resonating.'"

The client couldn't find the place, so they specifically asked me to come, and they even paid a pretty high fee..."

"A place where you can hear the murmur of streams and the sound of pine trees? Where could that be?" Qingze thought for a while, feeling that there were too many possibilities for this riddle. "I can't think of anything, Dad, are you confident?"

"That's all the information in the letter of authorization. Hopefully, we can find some clues once we reach our destination..."

Eri Kisaki, in the passenger seat, gently wiped her glasses with a glasses cloth and glanced sideways at her husband:

"A great detective like you would be embarrassed if you couldn't find it..."

Without any cheat codes, Kogoro Mouri felt a little uneasy about puzzle-solving tasks, but the more uneasy he felt, the less he could show it.

Especially in front of his wife, this is a matter of dignity.

"Who says I can't find it!"

"What if we can't find it? I don't want to have to come out and search for it again."

"How is that possible!"

"How about we make a bet? If you find it, I'll cook for a week; if you don't, you do housework for a week..."

Qingze's lips twitched; he felt that this bet had unwittingly hurt him.

"Why should I get the short end of the stick whether I find it or not?!" Kogoro Mouri was very upset.

Eri Kisaki put on her glasses, tilted her head slightly, and the glasses reflected a white light, which was unusually dangerous.

"You mean I'm a terrible cook?"

Faced with the prospect of death, Kogoro Mouri broke out in a cold sweat.

How should I answer that?

"What Dad means is: Mom, you work so hard every day, and then you have to cook when you get home. It's too tiring, and Dad can't bear to see you so exhausted..."

Qingze skillfully defused the situation.

Kogoro Mouri breathed a sigh of relief; it was still his daughter who could talk better.

"That's exactly what I mean!"

Eri's expression softened, and she let him go. "That's for the best."

She is actually aware of her own cooking skills. The reason she could make something so bad is either that she rarely cooks it, or that she did it on purpose.

She married Kogoro Mouri early, before Kogoro's parents passed away, and they lived with his parents.

As a new bride, it was only natural that the responsibility of cooking fell from her mother-in-law to her. However, after a few meals, the three family members never asked her to cook again.

The saying goes that the better you are at cooking, the more food you can cook; the better you are at housework, the more work you can do. This is a life skill.

After her parents-in-law passed away, she separated from Kogoro. Kogoro never thought of learning to cook and took it for granted that his little daughter would take care of him.

After that, her career took off, and she was so busy that she had even less time to study cooking.

There's no need to deliberately make it taste bad now, but teasing Kogoro occasionally is still quite fun.

Chapter 340 Love and marriage are completely different.

Aozawa felt that Kogoro Mouri should really learn how to speak with high emotional intelligence.

He clearly cares about his wife, but when he's with her, the words he says never mean it.

He's quite accommodating to his daughter, but when it comes to his wife, he's extremely proud and unwilling to back down or admit defeat.

You say he's not good at sweet talk? He is.

But when he meets a beautiful woman, he uses sweet talk as if it's free.

But he got stuck when he faced his wife.

After observing the couple for some time, Qingze found the crux of the problem.

Eri Kisaki has a strong personality, but Kogoro Mouri is a chauvinist who refuses to back down in front of his wife.

Thus began an invisible confrontation between the two.

When she first got married, Eri Kisaki had no career and was in a vulnerable position.

The relationship between the two remained peaceful thanks to Eri Kisaki's forbearance.

Presumably unable to endure it any longer, Eri Kisaki began to pursue her own career.

Having a career gives you confidence; returning to family life is like tying your own hands.

Later, for the sake of her daughter, Eri Kisaki probably tried to live with Kogoro Mouri again, but she was definitely dissuaded.

Their personalities have been set over the years.

Unless Eri Kisaki takes the initiative to be gentle and considerate, or Kogoro Mouri takes the initiative to soften his stance, the two will still separate after this period of time.

Ran Mouri's desire for her parents to live together peacefully is ultimately just a pipe dream.

Love and marriage are completely different.

When in love, you can ignore all of the other person's flaws, but once you enter marriage and live together for a long time, all the problems will be exposed.

Just like him and Ran Mouri.

Right now, Ran Mouri is head over heels for him, but once the tide recedes, what will be revealed on the riverbank are completely opposite values ​​and morals.

This might not seem like a big deal normally, but once a problem arises, only one side can take the initiative to back down.

Qingze stretched out his hand, watching the sunlight stream through the window and fall into his palm.

I reached out to grasp it, but I couldn't hold onto anything.

Qingze sometimes really hates himself.

It's both good and bad, and not bad enough.

If you were like Gin, you wouldn't have any psychological burden at all; you could have whatever you wanted without worrying about the future.

I am a bad guy, I am a born villain, I am a ruthless killer, so what?

Unfortunately, he wasn't Gin, and some of his perceptions were already fixed.

Whether it's love or desire, Ran Mouri can be unrestrained, but he can't.

He is an adult, and adults ultimately have a different perspective and way of looking at things; they are more realistic and more ruthless.

For an adult to break their vows and prey on a minor, regardless of the reason, is utterly despicable.

It's garbage.

It's scum.

Qingze has not yet degraded himself to the point of being worthless.

Switching the phone to the chat window, the chat history was still from the night Ran Mouri teased him.