Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Qingze has already obtained invoices for today's expenses at the charity sale, and will submit them to the organization for reimbursement in a few days.

We will never let the organization get a single penny from him!

Ran Mouri was speechless.

Mr. Qingze's resentment towards that organization is terrifyingly strong.

This put her at ease a little.

Which seat would you like to sit in?

Ran Mouri pointed to the motorcycle on the other side, "I want to learn how to ride a motorcycle."

Racing was just a fleeting thought; now that thought has faded, and she wants to do something more practical, like learning to ride a motorcycle.

You can get a motorcycle license when you turn 16. She's already 17, so she's perfectly capable of learning to drive a motorcycle.

This should also be one of the skills that "Qingze" must master.

"Aren't you going to race cars? But learning to ride a motorcycle is fine too."

Among a row of cool motorcycles, Qingze chose a scooter that a beginner like Ran Mouri could handle, which he called a "little scooter".

Wearing a helmet and riding a scooter in the garage, Ran Mouri was still dreaming.

This isn't the kind of bike she wanted to ride!

Qingze stood to the side with his arms crossed, "You're a complete novice who can only ride a bicycle, do you expect to jump straight into riding a motorcycle?"

"Keep your distance and don't crash into my car. If you damage my car, I'll sell you to pay off my debts."

"Speed ​​up, speed up! You think you can ride a motorcycle if you're only going 20 km/h?"

"Don't always drive in a straight line. You can drive now, try turning in circles, taking S-curves..."

Under Qingze's constant encouragement, Ran Mouri finally went from a novice who couldn't ride a scooter to a novice who could ride a scooter.

Qingze glanced at the time and pushed out a Ducati.

"It's almost four o'clock. I'll take you for a drive around and then take you home."

Ran Mouri looked at the motorcycle, which was slightly smaller than a regular model, with longing in her eyes.

Can I ride it?

"can."

Qingze straddled the motorcycle, using his long legs as kickstands to make the motorcycle stand upright.

He patted the cushion in front of him and slightly raised his chin.

"Come up."

"Huh?" Ran Mouri blushed. "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Qingze looked at him with disdain. "You think you can ride this just because you can ride a scooter? Believe me, you might not even be able to hold it steady if you tried to get on it yourself."

Ran Mouri lowered her head after being scolded, her face flushed as she strode forward.

The person behind her was so close that her body heat seeped through her clothes, so close that the hairs on her arms stood on end, her ears under her helmet were bright red, and her heart was pounding strangely.

A little person is shouting in their heart!

Even Shinichi has never been this close!

Chapter 39 Mr. Qingze is quite considerate.

Qingze completely ignored the girl's feelings and continued teaching on his own.

"This is similar to the scooter you were just riding. The throttle is here on your right, and the clutch is here on your foot. Now, grip the handlebars, maintain your balance, and then, depress the clutch..."

The motorcycle started slowly, with Qingze sitting on the back like a balancer.

Ran Mouri realized that this motorcycle was completely different from the scooter she had just ridden, and that her idea that she could easily learn to ride it was really naive.

But the riding experience is really great.

"As long as you can control it, that's fine. If you can't maneuver it underground, just push it onto the street."

After saying that, Qingze got off the motorcycle, leaving Ran Mouri alone in the underground parking garage.

Looking at the various cars in the garage, Ran Mouri felt a surge of emotion:

"Mr. Aozawa probably has a collecting habit..."

A garage full of cars, a room full of weapons upstairs—how can collecting not be considered a hobby?

Pushing her motorcycle out of the garage, Ran Mouri stood by the roadside, feeling a little cold.

She had been in the car the whole time, and when she got out, it was in a temperature-controlled underground parking garage. But as soon as she came out, the cool night breeze made her sneeze several times.

Qingze appeared in front of them quickly, holding a helmet in one hand and a long trench coat in the other.

He tossed the trench coat to Ran Mouri and put on the helmet.

"Put these on, don't catch a cold."

The trench coat was so long that it covered her calves.

The cool night breeze was kept out, and it suddenly became warm.

Ran Mouri tied a bow around her waist and looked at Aoze with a smile.

"Mr. Qingze is quite considerate."

"Your eyesight is better than yours; you're not blind."

Ran Mouri tried to straddle the motorcycle, but her trench coat was too long, hindering her movement and preventing her from putting her feet on it.

She seemed to hear a phantom laugh in her ear, and felt a little stupid. Her ears inexplicably burned, and she felt somewhat embarrassed.

"I didn't expect that. You can ride it next time. I'll give you a ride back." Qingze didn't laugh at her and reached out to steady the motorcycle.

Ran Mouri is currently enjoying riding motorcycles and doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

God knows when the next time will be.

"No, I want to ride back."

She lifted her shirt, straddled the motorcycle, revealing cartoon pajama pants underneath.

Although it's not very aesthetically pleasing, as long as the person doesn't care, no one will actually notice.

Qingze sat in the back seat, the cushion sinking down a bit, which gave Ran a great sense of security.

The streets were deserted in the early morning, with few pedestrians and vehicles.

Ran Mouri rode her motorcycle, carrying Aozawa, slowly traveling at 40 miles per hour.

A breeze blew in my face, and the slight gloom in my heart dissipated with the wind. The road ahead was wide and smooth, and it seemed that there was nowhere in the world I could not go.

Suddenly, a black stray cat jumped onto the road without warning. Ran Mouri was startled and instinctively tried to dodge.

She suddenly moved the handlebars, and the abrupt movement caused the motorcycle to lose its balance, almost causing it to tip over on the road.

Suddenly, a pressure came from behind, and two hands quickly reached out, gripping her hands and stabilizing the handlebars.

The motorcycle made a sharp turn and regained stability at a 60-degree angle.

Whether it was from being startled or from the figure completely enveloping and surrounding her behind her, Ran Mouri's heart was pounding so hard that she didn't calm down for a while.

"Maintain control of the direction."

After Qingze finished speaking, he let go of the motorcycle, allowing it to return to Ran Mouri's control.

"Your reaction was alright, but your handling was a bit lacking. It's fine at low speeds, but at high speeds, you absolutely must not brake suddenly in this situation; it's extremely easy to cause a fatal accident..."

Ran Mouri mechanically manipulated the handlebars, the words coming from behind her seeming to float in the distance, unable to penetrate her ears at all.

Fortunately, this state didn't last long. After going over a few speed bumps, she finally came to her senses.

The person behind her showed no sign of distress; as soon as they released the handlebars, they had already distanced themselves from her.

Ran Mouri sighed inwardly, feeling that her reaction was a bit too much.

Finally, the motorcycle stopped downstairs at the Mori Detective Agency.

Ran Mouri got out of the car, took off her helmet, and her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Then--

I started sneezing.

My trench coat didn't cover my legs, and I rode back against the wind, so sneezing and a runny nose were inevitable.

Qingze straddled the motorcycle, took the helmet, and then took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Go back to sleep quickly, don't catch a cold."

Goodbye, Mr. Qingze.

Ran Mouri waved to him and quickly walked upstairs.

When she reached the third floor, she tiptoed, carefully opened the door, changed her shoes, and went into her room.

It wasn't until she got back to her room that she realized she had forgotten to return the coat to Qingze.

I went to the window and saw that the motorcycle had already gone far away, leaving only its taillight.

She folded her trench coat neatly, secretly put it in the back of the closet like a thief, then kicked off her slippers and rolled into bed.

The face that had been flashing through my mind disappeared without a trace, and I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

A sliver of dawn slowly appeared on the horizon, and the motorcycle stopped in Tokyo Bay.

Qingze leaned against his motorcycle, gazing eastward as he watched the sky brighten from the faint light until a red sun rose from the sea.

Sunlight pierced through the dark visor of his motorcycle helmet and shone into his eyes.

His eyes, adorned with colored contact lenses, became slightly sore from the sunlight. He turned his head, restarted the car, and drove away from the scorching sun.

It wasn't just Aozawa and Ran Mouri who didn't sleep all night; the police officers at the Meiji Memorial Hall also didn't sleep all night.

Although the murderer who killed Representative Fukuda came forward, the person who put hallucinogens in the food at the banquet hall was never found.

Almost everyone of them had dark circles under their eyes, and their exhaustion was undeniable.

After a night of fermentation, the event gained increasing popularity online and spread rapidly to those around who were completely unaware of it.

Vermouth woke up from her beauty sleep to find this big news on her phone's homepage.

She was surprised to open the topic on her computer; the accounts from the general public were more complete than those from the organization's intelligence agencies.

First, a senator was murdered, then hallucinogens took effect, and now people involved in traditional Chinese medicine are starting to reveal their secrets…

The dinner, which lasted just over an hour, was incredibly lively and entertaining.

Vermouth became increasingly surprised as she looked at the screen, and then she made a phone call to Qingze.

No need to guess.

Only Koniak would do something that has no meaning to the mission and is just for the sake of causing trouble.

Even after being punished by the BOSS several times, this stubborn and obsessive personality remained unrepentant.

As a result, bosses generally don't assign him any tasks anymore.

Recalling those chilling punishments, it's hard to say whether such behavior was good or bad.

The call was not answered.

She has been blocked.

Looking at the contact with the exclamation mark, Vermouth's lips twitched, but she let it go.

Anyway, she was just a messenger; this task was indeed assigned to Koniak by the boss after Gin submitted the task transfer.

She was only in charge of intelligence work; the rest had nothing to do with her.

Chapter 40 Haibara, have you ever seen Koniak?