Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

A faint, relieved smile appeared on the girl's face. "She was sent for emergency treatment. She wasn't at the epicenter of the explosion, and her condition is alright..."

"I hope everything's alright..." Kogoro Mouri sighed.

Although Shinichi Kudo did do a lot of annoying things and brought a lot of danger to his family, it doesn't mean that he wanted to see Shinichi Kudo die.

"It'll be alright, Dad. Just focus on getting better."

Qingze turned his head to look at the TV, where the news was still showing images of the Eye of the Sky.

The roof of the building was damaged after the explosion, but only the roof was destroyed; the building itself was not significantly affected.

It will take time to repair, and after some time, the building should be able to return to its original state.

He will solve everything.

Whether it's Binga, Chianti, or the organization, he will handle it.

Chapter 364 Soul Resonance [They Kissed Each Other]

Ran Mouri bought a few boxes of chewing gum at a convenience store and sat on a bench at the hospital without rushing up.

She cleared her mind and looked up at the gloomy sky.

The sky, which had previously shown some sunshine, was now covered by dark clouds again, and a strong wind was blowing, indicating that it was going to rain.

The wind blew through my hair and brushed against my cheeks, bringing a chill.

My heart felt heavy and gloomy, just like the sky before the storm.

My memory seems to have returned to the Paradise of Dorobiga on that day.

It was winter then, and the roller coaster carried the winter wind as a brutal murder took place in a dark cave.

Shinichi, the headless corpse, the murderer, the cold-blooded man in black, and her fear and terror... Scene after scene flashed through my mind.

So, they had already met Gin and Vodka long ago.

But to her at the time, they were just two passersby she glanced at.

Looking back now, it's the very beginning of a story.

The boy's coming-of-age story begins with him shrinking. The story follows his growth, his experiences, and the appearance of various helpers and villains.

They solved case after case, resolved crisis after crisis, and gained many friends.

But this is a story that belongs to Shinichi Kudo, not to her.

From what day did her story begin?

From the time of her birth?

Or was it the day my parents separated?

Thinking about it carefully, the memories left from seventeen years ago are not very profound.

Nothing earth-shattering happened; the greatest sorrow and difficulty was simply the separation of my parents.

She was just an ordinary person, living and studying in a routine manner.

However, her life changed starting that year.

Life-or-death and explosion crises occur from time to time, and all sorts of murders and killing scenes appear around.

She was in it all, accepting everything whether she was doing it willingly or unwillingly.

If she had to pinpoint the exact day her story began, she thought it would be the day she and Qingze swapped bodies.

After that day, she truly took control of the story.

She is not someone's leading lady, nor is she anyone's appendage; she is writing her own life story.

She joined the battle between justice and darkness in her own way, and the black and white colors stained her, turning her into a chaotic gray.

She is no longer righteous, no longer bright; she has embraced the shadows and drifted outside of Shinichi Kudo's story.

When will this story end?

Raindrops fell from the sky, hitting her upturned face.

She reached out and caught the raindrops falling from the sky.

The rain was icy cold, carrying a chill.

Shinichi's "death" is not the end, but merely a comma in this long struggle.

No one knows how long this conflict will last, or how many people will die in it.

But when it's truly over, will Qingze be able to escape?

If the villain's fate is written out at the beginning, will her male protagonist also meet a tragic end?

Ran Mouri clenched her fist.

If Chianti is captured and reveals information about the organization, then Qingze will be the one who will have no chance of escaping.

They wanted to destroy the organization, wanted Qingze to escape unscathed, wanted all their relatives and friends to be safe and sound, and didn't want Qingze to continue down the same path...

This is so difficult...

Does she simply not know what to do?

She sat blankly on the bench, getting soaked in the rain, feeling as if the road ahead was like the rain curtain, veiled by a layer of fog, impossible to see clearly.

Life stories are really hard to write.

Each choice, if condensed into a single sentence or line in a book, carries immense weight for the person involved.

That's the feeling I'm talking about, isn't it?

This pessimism stems from recognizing the cruelty and helplessness of reality.

Therefore, he never thinks about the future.

Because there's no guarantee there will be a future.

Qingze stood by the window, watching Ran Mouri sitting on a bench getting soaked in the rain.

His brows furrowed tightly, and he stared at the figure in the distance.

What is she thinking about?

Self-abuse?

It's so cold outside, you'll catch a cold.

Seeing her daughter standing by the window, gazing intently at one spot, Eri Kisaki put down her chopsticks and walked over, precisely capturing the figure of her daughter sitting alone on the bench in the rain.

What's wrong with the child?

Even from this distance, she could feel the pervasive sadness.

"Mom, I'm going to take a look."

Qingze went downstairs, took a long-handled umbrella from the umbrella rack in the hospital lobby, and went outside.

The transparent umbrella shielded him from the rain as he stepped into the downpour and placed it over Ran Mouri's head.

Ran Mouri looked up in surprise, staring at the cold face.

Are you degrading my body?

Qingze looked down at her, watching her almost self-destructive act of getting soaked in the winter rain, his eyes filled with hidden anger.

"I……"

Ran Mouri opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Qingze watched her quietly, letting half of the rain fall on her body.

Time seemed to stand still, with only the sound of falling rain all around.

Ran Mouri looked at him and lowered her eyes.

“I received a message from Rum; he said Chianti has been arrested…”

"So, that's why you're standing in the rain here?" Qingze asked rhetorically.

Ran Mouri looked up at him, staring at his cold, furious face, tears welling in her eyes.

What if she gives you away?

Qingze asked with mixed feelings, "Are you worried about this?"

Worried to the point of almost self-torture by getting soaked in the rain here?

Ran Mouri suddenly covered her face with her hands, "I'm so greedy, I want everything... I don't want you to do missions, I don't want you to kill people, but I also don't want you to be exposed..."

"I want you to be well, and I also want Shinichi, Mom and Dad, Ai to be well..."

Tears streamed from between her fingers, growing increasingly fierce.

"I want a future with you, but I find it so difficult... so difficult that I can't even see which way to go..."

Qingze looked at her, watching her lose control of her emotions for the second time today.

Ran Mouri has a very special heart; she is resolute yet sensitive and fragile.

Her father was injured, her friend almost died, Chianti was arrested... She felt very insecure.

She was like a piece of driftwood, bobbing on the turbulent water, never finding a shore to dock at.

He thought that distancing himself from her, rejecting her feelings, and refusing her advances was a way to protect her, but in reality, it only made her more uneasy.

Do not!

It's less about protecting Ran Mouri and more about self-protection.

He was afraid of getting hurt, afraid of losing, so he wrapped his heart up in layers. Even though he had already accepted it, he said one thing but meant another. Even though he cared a lot, he pretended to be indifferent.

He was afraid of falling for her, yet also afraid of her leaving him, and he wanted to maintain this ambiguous relationship without a clear understanding of the situation.

But what does this mean to Ran Mouri?

Is it a fish that's been constantly being fished?

Watching the other fish get caught in the hook, tightly tangled, but afraid of losing it, I didn't dare to lift the rod.

He really is quite a coward.

Qingze reached out, the coldness and hidden anger on his face completely disappearing.

He removed her hands from her face and lifted her chin.

The face that belonged to "Qingze" was covered in tears, her lips were pale, and she looked fragile and helpless.

He had seen this look several times before.

Every time I see it, I think it looks awful.

Lifting her chin, Qingze lowered his head and kissed her.

Ran Mouri's pupils dilated suddenly, her mind going blank.

He kissed her...?

This was the first time Qingze had ever kissed someone.

I didn't do any mental preparation, and my heart wasn't pounding like it was on the Ferris wheel last time.

He had only one thought in his mind.

It's time to give her a reply.

When their lips met awkwardly, he tasted bitterness—the bitterness of tears streaming down his cheeks and across his lips.

It was really tough.

Their lips touched lightly, then parted as quickly as a dragonfly skimming the water.

The kiss was too short, so short that Ran Mouri barely felt anything before they were separated.

Ran Mouri looked up at him, stunned, not understanding what he meant.

Do you want to switch it back?

But why wasn't it switched back?