Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Qingze was not allowed to leave until late at night.

He took out a bunch of things he had bought from the locker and put them into the Maybach that had arrived.

Seemingly unable to find the exit, the Maybach circled the parking lot before slowly driving out of the exit.

After leaving the clubhouse, Maybach did not rush to leave, but instead drove around all the surrounding parking lots.

Finally, he saw a white Mazda and the license plate number he had glanced at and never forgotten.

The Mazda was pitch black inside, but a laptop was shining faintly, illuminating a serious, tanned face.

Qingze curled the corners of his mouth in a playful manner.

"Showing up in a place like this so late at night. Bourbon, there's something fishy about you."

He just wanted to give it a try, to look for it.

After all, if Conan Edogawa was brought by Bourbon, then Bourbon would certainly not be too far away.

Surprisingly, it was found.

The Maybach neither stopped nor drove past the Mazda, appearing and disappearing silently like a black ghost.

Amuro Tooru glanced in the direction of the exit.

There are still plenty of empty spaces in the parking lot, so why did this car come in and then leave?

He became alert and immediately changed his position.

……

Qingze tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, pondering what Bourbon's true identity might be.

"Japanese Public Security Bureau?"

The Japanese Public Security Bureau was the first to appear in the banquet hall to maintain order, followed by detectives from the Metropolitan Police Department.

He scoffed, his mockery evident.

"It's kind of funny. The blond, dark-skinned Amuro Tooru is a member of the Japanese Public Security Bureau, while the black-haired, fair-skinned Akai Shuichi is actually an FBI agent from the United States."

These two should be switched.

"And Kiel, he's also in big trouble."

The leak of this mission, and the fact that the target was being protected by so many police officers, must be because of her.

The roads were unusually empty at 3 a.m. The Maybach sped along, and the wind rushed in through the car windows, blowing Qingze's hair, which was dyed black with a one-time hair dye, backward.

He reached up and took off his glasses, resting one hand on the car window. Cheerful music played from the stereo, creating a rare moment of comfort in the quiet night.

"Huh? How did I get here?"

Aozawa saw the familiar Mouri Detective Agency.

He didn't choose a route, he just drove randomly, and unexpectedly ended up here. He originally wanted to turn around and change direction, but when he looked up, he found that the room on the third floor was still lit.

The light wasn't very bright; it was coming from the desk lamp on the desk.

On the curtains, you can vaguely see the projection of a girl with long horns sitting at a desk.

He raised an eyebrow, stopped the car, took out his phone, and sent a text message.

Are you having trouble sleeping? It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?

Ran Mouri, sitting at her desk with the lamp on, was slightly taken aback as she read.

She had something on her mind and couldn't sleep, but how did Mr. Qingze know?

[Mr. Qingze, are you downstairs?]

After thinking it over, this is the only reason.

But why would someone be downstairs at her house in the middle of the night?

She stood up and opened the window.

Downstairs, a black car was parked on the side of the road with its headlights on.

The streetlights cast a warm yellow glow, illuminating half a face inside the rolled-down car window.

Just then, my phone rang.

"Come on, I'm in a good mood today, let's go for a drive."

Her heart skipped a beat.

She tiptoed to the entrance, changed her shoes, and went out.

She only realized she was wearing cartoon pajamas when she got to the car. Standing by the car door, she was torn between going back to change or just leaving it at that.

"boarding."

Aoze's voice came from inside the car. Ran Mouri opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, feeling inexplicably nervous.

I don't know if it was because it was the first time the two of us were in the same space with our own bodies, or because of the cute pajamas I was wearing that clearly didn't match the dark car.

But we've already boarded the bus, and it's too late to go back and change now.

"Mr. Qingze, what are you doing here so late?"

She fastened her seatbelt and looked at Qingze with a puzzled expression.

The dim yellow light shone into the car, illuminating Qingze's black hair and black eyes, a stark contrast to his usual white hair and red eyes.

If she hadn't looked at this face so many times during this period, she would hardly have recognized that it was the same person.

"Passing by."

Qingze glanced at her and closed the passenger window.

The accelerator was pressed, the car started again, and drove away from the Mori Detective Agency.

Ran Mouri couldn't believe it was just a coincidence that she had passed by here yesterday and again today.

"Has Mr. Qingze moved here?"

"not yet."

Ran Mouri nodded. "Not yet, but that means you're planning to move here."

So you've been looking for a place to live here these past few days?

Her gaze fell on Qingze's right hand, which was still wrapped in bandages, making it impossible to tell the extent of the injury or how well it was healing.

He also avoided using his injured hand during activities, which seemed to indicate that he was being quite careful, which put Ran Mouri at ease.

"Why are you up so late? What nonsense are you thinking about again?" Qingze asked.

Ran Mouri is now his second body, so it's essential for him to pay attention to his health.

Ran Mouri gave a wry smile, "I don't know either. My mind is a mess, and I just can't fall asleep in bed..."

As soon as I close my eyes, two faces flash through my mind, one after the other, Shinichi and Conan.

They kept separating, then reuniting, then separating again, leaving her completely bewildered and at a loss.

Chapter 38 Does Mr. Qingze have someone he likes?

Qingze turned his head to look; the girl was gazing out the window, the glass reflecting a faint sadness on her face.

"What girlish secrets are you having now? I'm in a good mood today, so I might as well listen."

Ran Mouri turned her face and smiled.

"Not really. I've come to terms with it, but it's just not so easy for me to recover."

Ran Mouri has no intention of telling anyone about Shinichi and Conan.

Shinichi becoming Conan is a big, serious, and dangerous thing, and she won't tell anyone without Shinichi's permission.

Even Qingze, who would switch bodies with her.

I may want to be open-minded, but it's really hard to calm down emotionally.

Sadness is real, and unhappiness is real.

That unspoken relationship isn't something you can simply let go of and not care about.

"Judging from your expression, it's not like it's related to your crush, is it?"

Ran Mouri blushed. What kind of crush is this? What nonsense is Mr. Aozawa talking about!

"I no longer want to like him, Mr. Qingze, please don't talk nonsense!"

Seeing Ran Mouri's attempt to cover up her feelings, Qingze smiled jokingly, "So you still like her, otherwise you wouldn't react like this when it's mentioned."

Ran Mouri was speechless after hearing what he said. She couldn't possibly win an argument with Aoze, so she could only change the subject.

"Does Mr. Qingze have someone he likes?"

"No."

"Not a single one all these years?" Ran Mouri asked in surprise.

"Maybe it happened before, but I don't remember."

Liking is the easiest emotion to arise, and also the easiest to disappear.

It could be due to a momentary surge of hormones, or a person's good looks, that one develops feelings of attraction and affection.

However, this superficial liking is also extremely easy to lose. It needs to be infused with new blood and carefully cultivated in order to grow into a flower called love.

In that lost past, he may have liked someone, but in the past ten years, no one has been able to evoke any emotion in him called "like".

"Does Mr. Qingze have any favorite idols or favorite types of music?"

"nor."

"What does Mr. Qingze like? What are his hobbies?"

"I don't have anything I particularly like, fishing is just so-so."

When he has nothing to do, he likes to find a quiet, secluded place and sit there all day.

As for whether you can catch fish... most of the time you can't.

Ran Mouri frowned. If you don't like anything, life must be too boring.

The green light ahead turned red, and the car came to a smooth stop.

Ran Mouri turned to look at Aoyama in surprise, somewhat taken aback that he had stopped.

Qingze rolled his eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't follow traffic rules?"

This is a car registered under Qingze's name, not some black-plated Ford Mustang that can be easily modified.

Ran Mouri's tone carried a hint of regret, "I thought Mr. Aozawa would take me for a race."

The speed remained a steady 60 mph, completely obeying traffic rules, with no signs of a killer, just like in a spy movie.

Qingze looked at her in surprise, "Want to race? It's not impossible."

It's quite a contrast that a well-behaved girl would want to race cars.

"Not so good?"

Ran Mouri really wanted to experience speed and passion, and in the adrenaline rush, to leave all her unhappiness behind.

After switching bodies with Qingze and learning about that organization, she could no longer be a good girl, could she?

"There's nothing wrong with it. Just consider it a good start to getting used to life in Qingze. But this car won't do; we'll have to get a different one."

Qingze drove the car back to his underground garage, and the lights illuminated the garage, revealing a row of cars in front of Maoli Ran.

A variety of car models and brands, nearly ten in total, caught Ran Mouri's eye.

"Why does Mr. Qingze have so many cars?"

She had never been to the underground parking garage before, so she naturally didn't know that Qingze had so many cars.

Not only cars, but also more than a dozen motorcycles and even bicycles, just like a car exhibition.

"Buy it if you like it. It's free money from the organization anyway, so why not take advantage of it?" Qingze shrugged, showing absolutely no loyalty to the organization.