Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The people outside the ward had left, and the corridor was deserted.

Ran Mouri was taken aback.

She was still there when she went to the restroom earlier, and even followed me all the way to the restroom door.

Where are they now?

Have they left?

There were still no messages on her phone, so she walked to Conan's hospital room and looked through the observation window for a while.

The dark ward was quiet, with only the green waves of the instruments indicating that the patient was alive.

She didn't go in. She told her father she was going back to the hotel to sleep, then walked out of the inpatient department and dialed Qingze's number.

The explosion has been quelled, and most of the police personnel have withdrawn, leaving only a few to negotiate with the arriving fire brigade.

Fire trucks, flashing piercing red and blue lights, surrounded the collapsed factory.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, startling the man who had been sitting on the edge of the rooftop, frozen in stone.

Looking at the caller ID, Qingze didn't answer immediately.

He only answered the call when the phone was about to automatically disconnect.

"Aze?"

"Mmm." Qingze gave a soft "Mmm," his voice low and husky. "It's over here, we can go back now."

Ran Mouri's heart clenched suddenly on the other end of the phone.

She keenly sensed that something was off; there was an indescribable sense of oppression in the voice.

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

"A little..."

Qingze uttered those two words so softly they were almost swallowed by the wind.

"What's wrong?" Ran Mouri's voice became urgent.

Qingze twitched the corner of his mouth.

He thought his condition was stable, but now he realizes it isn't.

He regretted it a little.

I regret not assessing my own situation properly and accepting this relationship so hastily.

Qingze didn't speak, and the phone fell silent for a moment, with only the hollow sound of the wind blowing into his ears from high above.

Ran Mouri's heart tightened instantly. "Where are you now?!"

She had a feeling that something had happened, and it was probably something bad, otherwise Qingze wouldn't be so unusually silent.

Hearing her clearly anxious voice, Qingze took a deep breath of the cold air, stood up from the edge of the rooftop, walked into the emergency exit, and went downstairs step by step.

"I'm coming to find you. It's cold at night, so don't go out."

Hearing that he was coming to find her, Ran Mouri's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Thankfully, there was no resistance to communication.

When problems arise, you have to talk about them so she can know what happened, right?

"I'm in the hospital garden. Don't hang up, okay? I want to hear your voice."

Her tone carried a hint of coquettish insistence, trying to dispel the unease.

"Ah."

Qingze's lips twitched slightly upwards.

With a soft click, the car door opened and closed. He got into the driver's seat, put his phone on speakerphone in the armrest, and the deep roar of the engine filled the cabin, reaching Lan's ears as well.

"Aze, do you want to listen to a song? I'll sing one for you."

Lan tried to make her voice sound light and cheerful. Without waiting for Qingze's reply, she began to hum a gentle tune, soothing to the soul.

"I know your heart is burning hot, your soul is unrusted, and beneath the faded scars, new flesh is being drawn out..."

The melodious and gentle singing voice, like a clear spring, flowed through the cramped carriage, attempting to wash away the melancholy.

The turbulent emotions seemed to be temporarily soothed by this gentle melody.

What song is this?

Qingze gripped the steering wheel, and the car shot through the night like an arrow, speeding towards the hospital.

I want to hear her sing in my ear, not over the phone.

"You're the first one to hear the melody that pops into my head!"

Qingze smiled and said, "That would be an honor."

Ran Mouri sat on a bench in the hospital.

The snow on the roads had been cleared during the day, but the trees and grass were still covered with a thick layer of snow, which shimmered white under the cold moonlight and streetlights.

She breathed warm air onto her hands, which were red from the cold, and the white mist quickly dissipated into the cold air. She rubbed her hands together vigorously, trying to draw some warmth.

A figure, elongated by the streetlights, approached from afar, its footsteps echoing clearly in the quiet garden.

Ran Mouri's eyes lit up, she stood up and ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms.

Qingze, having removed his disguise, hugged her, rubbing his chin against her cool hair.

He released her, grabbed her hands which were red from the cold, and rubbed them. The garden lights illuminated his red eyes.

"Isn't it cold outside? My hands are getting red from the cold if I stay here."

There's no one here.

Ran Mouri looked up at him, at his face that showed no emotion whatsoever, her gaze piercing straight into his eyes, as if trying to penetrate that calm facade and dig out the emotions buried deep within.

He's very good at hiding his emotions.

If he wanted to, he could make it so that no one could tell the difference.

"Can you tell me now? Tell me what happened that made you unhappy?"

Looking into those clear eyes, filled with pure worry and care, Qingze suddenly tightened his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace.

He buried his chin deep in her hair, like a lost traveler drawing warmth from his only source.

"If I become a stranger to you, you must stay away from me."

His voice came muffled from his hair, carrying a warning tone.

Ran Mouri's heart sank. She leaned back slightly, cupped his face in her hands, and forced him to open his eyes and look directly at her.

Those half-closed eyes were devoid of any light, only a chilling darkness mixed with an overwhelming sense of self-loathing and struggle.

What happened? Everything was fine before.

"Why do you say that? What happened? Tell me."

Qingze remained silent, his gaze fixed on the snow on the ground, finding it difficult to speak.

“My illness… I thought my condition had stabilized, but it’s worse than I expected…”

Base Three was the most special place for him, apart from the laboratory and the hospital.

That was a prison cell, an interrogation room, a place where he was punished and had been in and out countless times.

Even if the body is not afraid of pain, the damage to the body is very real.

Every time I entered the solitary confinement cell, it was a form of mental torture.

He had wanted to destroy that place for a long time, but he just hadn't had the right opportunity.

Now, in order to rescue people, the police have cleared out Base No. 3, and no matter how much the organization investigates, they can't trace it back to him.

However, once his emotions overflowed, the surging destructive and annihilating urges almost consumed him.

That feeling of being on the verge of losing control is terrifying.

Ran Mouri listened attentively as he recounted his emotions, his surging destructive and annihilating urges.

Her hands patted his broad back gently yet firmly, attempting to convey silent support and comfort:

"Actually, it's not that bad. You're just overthinking it."

Releasing pent-up emotions is certainly nothing to worry about.

Desire is just desire; it doesn't consume reason or control emotions, and it is controllable.

Qingze was so scared that he subconsciously thought the worst.

Chapter 385 Where did all these rats come from?

"Didn't you say your sense of taste had recovered a little? If your sense of taste can be restored, then what mental illness can't be cured?"

She looked up, her gaze gentle and full of hope.

"Don't be pessimistic. The worse you think about things, the worse your mood will become."

"Stay happy, keep a cheerful mood, meditation, and calming the mind are the best medicines."

Ran Mouri paused, cupped his cheeks in her hands, drew his gaze back to her face, and continued, clearly and firmly, word by word:

"Besides, I'm here with you, aren't I?"

"If you feel that your emotions are out of control, then use my body. I will help you suppress that destructive and destructive urge."

If emotional synchronization can bring the body back together, then it should also be able to bring the body back together, right?

"Ah."

Qingze gave a soft "hmm," his eyes fully open, revealing a sliver of light.

He wrapped his arms around Ran Mouri, drawing warmth and heat from her body.

On this cold winter night, she is the source of all warmth.

Ran Mouri sensed the subtle changes in his body and felt somewhat relieved.

She still held his face in her hands, her gaze burning like a blazing flame.

“Aze, I will hold on to you, I will pull you up.”

"You are very capable, and your willpower is very strong."

"Please believe in yourself, and believe in me."

The girl's face was serious and determined, as if she had made some kind of promise.

Qingze felt as if his heart was enveloped in warm sunlight, an unbelievable warmth.

There is no problem that cannot be solved; he just cares too much, to the point of being anxious and even starting to doubt himself.

Looking at her face and gazing into her clear eyes, I felt an overwhelming surge of love in my heart.

He lowered his head and kissed her with an almost reverent tenderness.

This is his sun, his moon, his one and only orchid.

Ran Mouri wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and took the initiative to meet his kiss.

Love permeated the winter night.

Only a kiss can express everything.

......

late at night.

The shrill ring of the telephone shattered the tranquility of the bedroom.

Rum was startled awake, and sat bolt upright in bed, annoyed by the disturbance and a hint of alertness.

He grabbed his phone from the bedside table, and the name flashing on the screen instantly dispelled his drowsiness.

The call connected, and immediately a rapid, shrill voice, tinged with extreme tension, came from the other end:

"Lord Rum! Something terrible has happened! The police have destroyed our Base Three!"