Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Since it was the first day the two had met, Ran Mouri, though curious, didn't ask any further questions.

After she had briefly familiarized herself with the entire house, Qingze's sleepiness became increasingly difficult to suppress.

"I'm leaving now. You can familiarize yourself with the rest on your own. If anyone calls, hang up immediately and tell me who called right away."

"Okay, good night, Mr. Qingze."

After saying goodbye to Aozawa, Ran Mouri stood in the house for a while, but eventually couldn't resist her curiosity and went to the door of the room where Aozawa had said the dangerous items were stored.

Unlocking the door with a fingerprint, the cold light reflected off rows of guns on the wall, sending a chill down the spine.

Ran Mouri stared wide-eyed in surprise.

"So many guns?"

A wide variety of pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, and light submachine guns.

Not only guns, but also all sorts of other cold weapons.

Swords, spears, halberds, clubs, and even hand grenades were spotted by Ran Mouri.

Ran Mouri walked in, her eyes falling on the various firearms.

If she hadn't seen the grenade, she probably would have thought it was a collection room.

After all, all the guns on it were very new and showed no signs of use.

But the fact that they even have hand grenades changes the nature of the situation.

Who exactly is Mr. Qingze?

Gang members?

But even ordinary gangsters wouldn't have that many guns.

Or is he an arms dealer?

Ran Mouri was caught in a dilemma.

Possessing so many guns is illegal, isn't it? Should she turn herself in?

But in the end, she did nothing and silently closed the door.

She still needs Mr. Qingze to play her role well.

Moreover, one should not comment without knowing the full picture. She cannot label someone simply because of a room full of guns.

So far, Mr. Aozawa's attitude has been very good.

Ran Mouri sighed.

It's really hard to know what to say when something like this happens so suddenly.

My mundane life is gone forever.

She rubbed her slightly hungry stomach, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and prepared to find something to eat.

The refrigerator was very full, with meat, eggs, milk, and all kinds of vegetables.

Ran Mouri quickly made herself a bowl of noodles, and after taking a bite, she was stunned.

Why... is there no taste?

She was quite certain that she had added salt.

Having cooked for so many years, she could cook something delicious even with her eyes closed.

But... why is there no taste?

Undeterred, she added a little more salt.

I still can't taste anything.

Ran Mouri suspected the problem was with the salt, so she tasted it.

She held the salt bag with a puzzled look on her face.

Is this salt? It has absolutely no taste.

She started experimenting with sugar and vinegar.

As expected, it had no taste at all.

Her shoulders slumped down, as if she had lost all her strength.

So, Mr. Qingze can't taste anything, right?

It's not just her sense of taste; her sense of smell seems a bit too sensitive now.

She doesn't need to get too close to be able to clearly smell the aroma of each seasoning and identify what they are.

After finishing a bowl of tasteless noodles, she slumped onto the sofa and took out her phone to text Qingze.

[Mr. Qingze, can't you taste anything?]

Qingze, who was sitting in a taxi, saw the message on his phone, a pleased smile appeared on his lips, and he raised his hand to reply with a short word.

【Yes. 】

Sorry, Ms. Mori, but I need to borrow your body to enjoy some delicious food.

I hope you won't mind if I gain weight from eating too much.

Back at the office building, Qingze quietly opened the door to the third floor and returned home without making a sound.

The living room was quiet, with soft moonlight streaming in through the window to prevent it from being too dark.

Qingze stood in the living room, thought for a moment, took out a sticky note, wrote a few lines, and stuck it on the dining table.

He had already seen Ran Mouri's handwriting and could easily imitate it.

Seeing that dawn was breaking outside the window, she yawned and went back to her room to sleep.

Aozawa slept soundly, while Ran Mouri didn't sleep a wink all night.

She stood in the bathroom, looking at her face in the full-length mirror, caught in a complex mix of emotions: admiration, entanglement, sighing, and envy.

A bathroom mirror reflects people much more clearly than a phone screen.

The person in the mirror looks like a vampire.

He was tall, with white hair, red eyes, and a pale face.

But he is also extremely good-looking, with smooth skin and well-proportioned features, making him one of the best-looking people in the entertainment industry.

But no matter how you look at it, it looks abnormal – whether it's the excessively white hair or the red eyes.

Could Mr. Qingze really be a vampire?

Ran Mouri opened her mouth, revealing her teeth, which were neat and clean, without any of the sharp teeth typical of vampires.

Lifting her shirt, Ran Mouri saw her clearly defined abs.

It wasn't very noticeable when she was dressed, but when she lifted her clothes, she was surprised to find out how well-endowed she was.

Compared to him, the frail Shinichi looked like a little chick.

She can lift it up with one hand now.

Thinking these messy thoughts, her face flushed, and she couldn't help but touch it.

So this is what it feels like to touch abs. They're hard, and they feel bouncy to the touch.

It's like touching yourself, it's weird.

I stood in front of the mirror for a while, then the urge to urinate came over me.

Ran Mouri froze, unsure of what to do.

How should a boy go to the toilet?

How is she supposed to use Mr. Qingze's body to go to the toilet?

She was just an ordinary girl who had never seen a man's body before!

She took out her phone, intending to send a message to Qingze.

I typed and typed, but in the end, I deleted it all.

Asking someone how they use their body to urinate is incredibly stupid.

She walked to the toilet, mentally prepared herself, closed her eyes, and took off her pants.

Her pants slipped down to her knees, and she cautiously opened one eye halfway, then quickly closed it again, her face flushed bright red.

It's...it's quite big...

But why did I wet my pants?

Ran Mouri was horrified.

She quickly steadied it, and this time, she finally aligned it with the toilet.

Is this really how it has to be...?

She mechanically finished using the toilet, mechanically put on her pants, and mechanically flushed the toilet.

Even though there was no one around, she awkwardly gripped the floor with her toes, as if she wanted to dig a three-bedroom apartment out of it.

Being a guy is so awkward!

Chapter 4: The Role of a Role is a Long and Arduous Task

Ran Mouri was embarrassed for a while, and finally decided to take a shower, change her clothes, and go to bed.

I've already seen what I shouldn't have seen, so what's there to be afraid of?

Ran Mouri picked out a set of soft pajamas from the closet and stormed into the bathroom.

Mr. Qingze must have already read her. She didn't lose out by reading Mr. Qingze's book.

The impact of being completely naked is much greater than simply showing off your abs.

The person in the full-length mirror has a strong and powerful physique, with smooth and perfect muscle lines, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a perky butt.

With a sudden thud, Ran Mouri's nose started bleeding.

After realizing she was having a nosebleed, she blushed all over, turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

She covered her face, burying her head like an ostrich.

Looking at a man's body, especially seeing him get a nosebleed or something, is just too shameful.

It took her a while to recover and notice that the man actually had many scars on his body.

These scars include knife wounds and gunshot wounds.

Some are on the chest, some on the back, and even on the shoulders and thighs.

Many of the scars are quite old and not very noticeable, but a closer look still reveals how much damage these injuries once caused to this body.

Ran Mouri ran her hand over a gunshot scar on the back of her shoulder. The scar was relatively new, probably recently formed, and had a fleshy pink color.

The uneven texture sent a subtle shiver down her spine.

I was initially puzzled as to why there was a full-length mirror in the bathroom.

Now, everything is clear.

Because he needs to change his own dressings when he is injured.

Who exactly is Qingze?

Conan woke up early in the morning, still half asleep, and went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

He didn't hear a sound from Xiaolan's door until he finished tidying up.

Huh? Why isn't Xiaolan awake yet?

He ran over in his slippers and gently knocked on the door.

Qingze, who was fast asleep, frowned and ignored him completely.

"Sister Xiaolan, wake up!"