Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Kaito Kuroba, leaning on his cane, scratched his head and chuckled, "I heard people arguing over here, and the voices sounded familiar, so I came to check it out."

Eri glared at her husband. He was speaking so loudly that everyone else would laugh at them.

The nurse walked to the bedside, changed the medicine bottle, and then her gaze fell on Kogoro Mouri's hand.

"The needle has come loose; it needs to be reinserted..."

Kogoro Mouri stretched out his hand in frustration, and Eri Kisaki looked down to examine it.

Ran Mouri seized the opportunity and sneaked out of the ward. Kaito Kuroba followed her out.

In the corridor, he asked in a low voice:

"What did you do to get scolded by both your father and mother?"

"I just didn't tell them I was on the subway earlier..." Ran Mouri felt exhausted.

"Huh? You were on that deadly subway?"

He suddenly leaned close to Ran Mouri's ear and whispered, "Is Shinichi Kudo dead?"

"He died. He was blown up in the Eye of the Sky while trying to save the people on the train."

Ran Mouri's face was filled with sorrow and grief, but Kaito Kuroba sensed that she was relatively calm.

Otherwise, they wouldn't even be in the mood to argue or refute when facing their parents' scolding.

He didn't press the matter further, wanting to know if Shinichi Kudo was dead or not; he'd just wait and see if Conan would reappear.

He sighed, looked at Ran Mouri in front of him, and said with emotion:

"Sometimes I really feel like I knew a fake version of you."

Ran Mouri concealed the sadness on her face, and when she looked up again, her expression had changed.

Just like when Qingze used her body to face Kuroba Kaito last time, she looked at the person in front of her, her tone calm and indifferent, carrying a hint of detached indifference:

"We've never really known each other, okay?"

Her interactions with this Phantom Thief Kid were either him impersonating Shinichi or him cooperating with Shinichi to fool her.

Does Kaito Kid really know anything about her?

Not many.

"That's true."

Even Kaito Kuroba had to admit this.

He never really knew Ran Mouri.

Watching Ran Mouri's demeanor change several times in a short period of time, Kaito Kuroba couldn't help but admire her as a great actress.

"I'm curious, why don't you like Shinichi Kudo anymore?"

He knew about Ran Mouri's feelings for Shinichi Kudo, and had even impersonated Shinichi Kudo several times to soothe her emotions.

Curiosity and a gossipy nature are hard to suppress, especially in such a relaxed setting.

Chapter 367 Either don't hide it, or hide it for a lifetime

"I just don't like it anymore, there's no particular reason."

"Isn't it because he lied to you and concealed his identity?"

Ran Mouri stared at him intently. "Since you already guessed it, why did you even ask? Isn't that reason enough?"

"Because he has his reasons, and I think you are very understanding and not the kind of person who would give up on a relationship easily."

When Kaito Kuroba said this, it was less that he was asking Ran Mouri, and more that he was asking another girl through Ran.

That girl who is somewhat similar to Ran Mouri, but also different.

She is kind, righteous, and innocent... She hates Kaito Kid...

What would Aoko do if she knew he was Kaito Kid?

Will I start to hate him? Will I distance myself from him and go my separate ways?

Aoko said that she wants to become a police officer like her father when she grows up.

The story of a police officer and a phantom thief being lovers sounds touching and interesting, but for the other party involved, it must be a sad and painful one.

If love requires faith to yield, then that love is destined to be unhappy.

"Just because I'm understanding, does that mean I have to always be understanding? To understand his difficulties, to forgive his mistakes, to stand still, and wait for his triumph?"

Ran Mouri stared at him intently, at his face that was so similar to Shinichi's, and had the illusion that she was being questioned by Shinichi Kudo.

He questioned her about why she didn't wait for him and why she didn't understand him.

Why wait? Why try to understand?

Hasn't she waited long enough? Hasn't she understood enough?

She just doesn't want to understand anymore.

Her eyes turned indifferent: "You're being annoying, don't you know that?"

“I know, but I’m closer to him, and I want to know why.”

Kaito Kuroba grinned, trying to ease the suddenly tense atmosphere.

"Yes, you know him better, so you're standing up for him. But ask him yourself, would he dare to stand up for himself?"

Ran Mouri sneered, "Don't try to morally blackmail me, or I'll report you!"

Ran Mouri could already foresee how many people would come to her house once the news of Shinichi Kudo's death spread.

And when people find out she's with someone else, how many will stand up for the deceased "hero"?

"That's not what I meant..." Feeling misunderstood, Kaito Kuroba scratched his head in frustration.

In the end, I steeled myself and told the truth.

"The person I like is a girl who looks a lot like you, but he doesn't know who I am, so I want to know what you think..."

Upon hearing this, Ran Mouri's cold expression softened.

After thinking about it for a moment, I decided to answer his question.

"To be precise, the reason I gave up on that relationship was because I felt he was no longer the person I liked."

"Deception and concealment may not seem like a big deal, but disappointment accumulates little by little. If you keep feeling disappointed and sad, you will naturally let go."

"Too……"

Kaito Kuroba thought to himself that Shinichi Kudo had no taste.

Such a powerful helper, yet they insist on keeping it a secret.

Now look what happened, he's become the clown.

“You’re different from him. I can’t give you any advice about that girl. All I can say is, if you don’t want to hide it, then be honest; if you want to hide it, then keep it a secret for the rest of your life.”

Kaito Kuroba sighed deeply.

"Her father is a policeman..."

Ran Mouri's expression changed instantly, becoming extremely complex, and even containing a hint of admiration.

"You really are..."

A phantom thief and a policeman—is this a love-hate relationship?

"How did you meet Aozawa, and why did you accept him?" Kaito Kuroba pressed.

If Ran Mouri can like Aozawa from that organization, then Aoko should also be able to accept that he is Kaito Kid, right?

He needs some references.

Being too curious is not a good thing. My story with him is not a reference for you either.

Ran Mouri glanced at her sideways, her eyes slanted upwards, without a hint of a smile, just looking at her like that, inexplicably carrying an aura that made people dare not be presumptuous.

Want to learn from them?

Let's switch mindsets first!

"Okay, okay..." Kaito Kuroba shrugged, indicating that he wouldn't ask anymore.

"You asked me so many questions, but answer me one too. Why do you look so much like Shinichi?"

"You'll have to ask my mom, ask her why she can make me look so much like Shinichi Kudo."

Kaito Kuroba turned around and saw his mother leaning against the door frame watching him, seemingly having overheard a lot of things.

"Little girl, would you like to come in and sit down?"

Kuroba Chikage extended an invitation with a smile.

Ran Mouri nodded and followed them into the ward.

The ward here is a bit quieter than the one my father is in. There are no fruit baskets or flowers that can fit, only a few apples and a bunch of bananas on the bedside table.

Kuroba Chikage is a very beautiful woman with short purple hair. Time has not left many marks on her face. Standing next to Kaito, she looks more like his older sister and you can't tell that she is his mother at all.

Ran Mouri has seen many beautiful women. Her teacher and mother are both very beautiful. But in terms of temperament, the person in front of her has a temperament similar to Aunt Yukiko. They are both the lively type.

Kuroba Chikage approached Ran Mouri without any airs, smiling as she carefully examined her face, and even reached out to touch it.

"What a beautiful child!"

Ran Mouri got goosebumps, took two steps back to avoid being touched again, and politely greeted him:

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Ran Mouri."

Kaito Kuroba watched his mother playing a prank with a bit of speechlessness.

"Mom, she's the one who saved me."

Don't mess with Ran Mouri, or the two of them combined won't be able to beat her with one hand.

"Oh?"

Kuroba Chikage carefully examined the girl in front of her once more.

She wore a beige cashmere coat, the soft texture of which accentuated her sturdy shoulders and back. A faint smile graced her face, pure and unblemished, like a refined and gentle painting.

But upon closer inspection of those eyes, one can discover the hidden sharpness and keenness within, as well as the polished clarity and transparency.

Kuroba Chikage pondered to herself that, in comparison, her own Kaito still carried a lot of childishness and a youthful spirit that had not been tempered, as well as a sense of impetuousness and recklessness.

But why would this girl save her own son in the middle of the night?

Didn't they say there were two saviors? Where's the third one?

"Thank you for saving my Kaito."

"No need to thank me. He could have escaped even if we hadn't come. We're just looking for him to ask for a favor, and he's already thanked us."

Ran Mouri is very honest.

They had ulterior motives towards Kaito Kid, so strictly speaking, it wasn't much of a favor they did for him.

"A life-saving grace is greater than heaven, how can you say that? I'm curious, what kind of help do you need Kaito to give you?"

Ran Mouri looked at Kaito Kuroba, who shook his head, indicating that he had kept his promise and hadn't even told his own mother.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask him to pretend to be my boyfriend."

"Would you like to pretend to be your boyfriend?"

"Ah."

Chapter 368 This concerns the organization; don't act impulsively.

Kaito Kuroba blinked.

Why are there additional requirements now?

But it's okay to dress up a little, it's a minor issue.

He pondered in his heart.