Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Kazuha's heart clenched.

"What happened to Conan? Why is he so badly injured?"

"Sigh..." Yukiko Kudo sighed and slowly explained the reason for making it up.

"I ran into a group of criminals and almost died..."

"Has the criminal been caught?"

"We've caught them."

"When will Conan wake up?" Hattori asked.

He had seen the explosion scene online. It was such a huge explosion, it was incredibly lucky that Conan survived without losing any limbs.

"The doctor said he will wake up after his body has recovered a bit, and it's hard to say exactly when he will wake up."

"Are you taking care of things here all by yourself? Is there anything we can do to help?"

……

In the hospital room, Ran Mouri received a call from Inspector Megure.

"Hey?"

"Xiao Lan, we've found the person who injured your father."

"Really?" Ran Mouri's eyes lit up with joy.

Aozawa, who was by the bedside, heard this and sat down to peel an apple for Kogoro Mori as if nothing had happened.

The knife moved in circles on the apple, and the apple peel was slowly peeled off.

Ran Mouri looked at her father and turned on the speakerphone.

"Dad, Inspector Megure said they've found the person who injured you!"

Kogoro Mouri sat up abruptly. "Found it?"

Inspector Megure's voice was somewhat serious, "Yes, it was discovered this morning when members of the public reported it. The person had been shot dead. We verified his identity, and it is indeed the Oda Sanpei from your portrait."

"Shoot him?" Kogoro Mori frowned.

The arrest of Oda Sanpei's three companions couldn't have been due to infighting; they must have been silenced.

Who was involved in this?

"Yes, shot in the throat, one shot and he was dead. The one who did it was probably some kind of assassin."

Ran Mouri looked at Aoze, who was continuing to peel the apple with his head down, his movements slow, as if he were sculpting a work of art.

"How are you doing, Mori-kun?"

"The recovery is going very well."

"That's good. These have been turbulent times lately. Just last night, a car exploded on the Dongdu National Highway. The explosion was huge; the people inside were burned to a crisp. The investigation results indicate it was an accident caused by human intervention. Sigh..."

After a few casual words, Inspector Megure hung up the phone.

Aozawa cut the peeled apple into pieces, placed them on the fruit plate, picked up a piece with a small fork, and handed it to Ran Mouri.

"Want to eat?"

Ran Mouri took it.

She bit into a slightly sour apple and looked at the IV drip bottle.

"Dad, there's not much medicine left in this bottle. Remember to ring the bell to have the nurse come and change the dressing later. I'm going to check on Conan."

"Conan? What happened to Conan?" Aozawa asked, seemingly unaware of the situation.

"Conan is also hospitalized."

"Why is he in the hospital too? I'll go see him too." With that, he stood up and followed Ran Mouri out of the ward.

The ward door closed, and Qingze looked down at her.

"Not angry?"

Ran Mouri sighed and hugged him.

"Don't ask that question again."

Because I love you, I am willing to cover up everything you have done and willing to sink into depravity.

Moreover, it's because of her, because of her family.

Qingze reached out and touched her hair, then gently hummed in agreement.

Next time, it's better not to let her know.

The embrace was brief, and as they passed by next door, Qingze peeked inside through the transparent observation window on the door.

Kaito Kuroba was still in the hospital, leaning on his crutches as he stood by the window with his mother watching the snow.

"How long is he planning to stay in the hospital?"

"I don't know. Kuroba wants to be discharged, but his mother wants him to stay in the hospital a little longer."

Qingze didn't look at it much and walked straight out.

Otto, who injured Kaito Kuroba, died the next day, killed by Gin, on orders from the boss.

This made him wonder if Kaito Kuroba had some connection with the BOSS.

He recalled information about Kaito Kuroba in his mind.

His father, Toichi Kuroba, was a very famous magician who died seven years ago in an escape magic trick.

He is also a legendary phantom thief, Kid.

Her mother, Kuroba Chikage, is of unknown identity.

He's probably a phantom thief too.

A year ago, Kaito Kuroba became the second-generation Phantom Thief Kid.

Judging from Vermouth's disguise technique, which is the same as that of Phantom Thief Kid, she was trained by Phantom Thief Kid.

These characters may seem unrelated, but in reality, they are all connected in various ways.

To find out the true identity of the BOSS, it seems we need to start with the Kuroba family.

Ran Mouri followed in his footsteps, recalling her conversation with Kaito Kuroba the previous night, and said with a smile:

"Speaking of which, he and Shinichi are cousins."

"Cousins?"

"Yes. His mother said that Uncle Yusaku and Mr. Toichi are twin brothers because their parents divorced when they were young."

Qingze was speechless.

How come they're related?

After a moment of silence, he fell into thought.

Is Kuroba Toichi really dead?

Could the "Kiyō Hashira" they encountered that day be Kuroba Toichi?

What exactly is the relationship between the BOSS and their family?

If Kuroba Toichi is related to the BOSS, does that mean the Kudo family is also related to the BOSS?

Vermouth... Toichi Kuroba... Atsushi Miyano... Shiho Miyano... Shinichi Kudo... aptx4869...

Like lightning flashing across the sky, seemingly unrelated people and things are connected, and the scattered and disordered logic suddenly becomes clear, lifting a corner of the heavy fog.

Qingze smiled brightly.

Chapter 380 Operation Begins

"Why are you suddenly so happy?" Ran Mouri asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Some doubts were resolved."

Ran Mouri tilted her head, looking bewildered.

Seeing her adorable appearance, Qingze lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thank you, my Lady of Luck."

Ran Mouri felt a burning sensation where he had kissed her, and then her whole face started to burn.

Seeing her face visibly flush red, Qingze smiled even more happily.

He reached out his slightly cold fingers and touched her face.

"This temperature is perfect for warming your hands."

"Humph~"

Ran Mouri protested softly, grabbing his mischievous hand and trying to cool the heat on her face with the cool air, but she felt his palm gradually warming up.

What insights did you gain?

"I'll tell you once I've figured it out; right now it's just a guess."

"Ok."

Ran Mouri didn't insist. She placed her hand on top of his palm, and when they were compared, her hand looked smaller.

I thought his hands were beautiful when I used his body before. His fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, and he was exceptionally strong whether he was holding a gun or a pen.

She would occasionally hook her fingers around his, occasionally stroke her manicured nails from a few days ago, and occasionally caress the knuckles of his hand.

so fun.

Qingze let her play with his hands, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the lobby on the first floor, watching the snowflakes fall silently outside the window.

My phone vibrated in my pocket; a message had been sent.

He looked down at Ran Mouri and said, "I have to go."

"Aren't you going to watch Detective Conan anymore?"

"I don't want to see him."

“Okay,” Ran Mouri replied, releasing her grip on his hand.

The separation of fingertips brings a subtle sense of emptiness.

Qingze walked into the snow, holding an umbrella.

After taking two steps, he remembered something and turned back.

"If you have nothing to do at the hospital, I suggest you review your studies. I've already brought some with you; it's in your bag. Don't fail your final exams."

Ran Mouri's eyes widened instantly.

During this period, Qingze used her body to attend classes, and she didn't even look at her own textbooks.

Her studies... are doomed!

Seeing Ran Mouri petrified, Aozawa could no longer suppress his smile, which blossomed into an undisguised schadenfreude.

"Hahaha, let's study hard!"

......

The heavy snow turned the whole world white, and it looked like it was only just getting dark at 8 p.m.

Kazami Yuya finished his work for the day and dragged his tired body home.

He lives in a single apartment by himself.

He opened the door, took off his shoes, loosened his tie, and collapsed onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

so tired.

He has a lot of work every day, and working overtime 24 hours a day is the norm. Today he is considered to have left work relatively early.

After lying down for a while, he went to the kitchen to take a can of beer from the refrigerator.

Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong in the room, as if there were other people inside.