Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Are you going to Kudo's funeral today?"

"Ah."

"Eri will take you there. Just go with Eri and make a token appearance."

"it is good."

After helping Kogoro Mouri finish washing up, Aozawa helped him back to bed and set up a table for him to eat breakfast.

Two men who were not familiar with each other were in the same space, but they did not seem awkward at all. It was as if they had been together before, and there was a strange sense of familiarity between them.

Kogoro Mori racked his brains, trying to recall the source of this sense of familiarity, but he couldn't figure out where it came from.

Why do I feel like I know you?

Qingze paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then smiled:

"Maybe this is fate. I also feel somewhat familiar with Mr. Mori, like a father."

He's called him "Dad" so many times, how could he not be familiar with him?

Kogoro Mouri seemed to be deep in thought.

Only fate can explain it.

After setting aside his displeasure and prejudice against the hoe digging up his own little cabbage, Kogoro Mouri had to admit that Aozawa was a really nice person.

Needless to say, he's rich, but he doesn't have the arrogance of a wealthy person at all. He's meticulous, considerate, caring, and can cook.

If Xiaolan marries him, she will definitely not suffer.

Ran Mouri and Eri Kisaki arrived late, and Eri Kisaki was somewhat surprised to see Aozawa.

"Why are you here so early?"

"Nothing much, I just came over. Have you had breakfast?"

Ran Mouri's gaze fell on Aoze.

This was the first time she had ever seen Qingze in a black suit.

He wore a pure black suit with a dark striped vest underneath, and a slightly brighter tie, along with cufflinks and a tie clip.

It wasn't as glamorous as attending a banquet, but it still exuded a sense of seriousness and formality.

Her every move exudes nobility and elegance.

Ran Mouri circled him, admiring him with sparkling eyes.

"You should wear suits more often; they look good on you."

Completely different from his usual style, super cool!

Eri Kisaki also gave her an appreciative look, "Indeed."

She usually dresses casually, but when she occasionally puts on a suit, she exudes a noble and elegant aura.

Qingze laughed, "Wearing a full suit all the time is too pretentious."

He's not a businessperson; he doesn't need to wear such formal attire.

Wearing it occasionally is fine; subtly showing off is called being cool.

Wearing it every day is called carrying cargo.

Kogoro Mouri, who usually wears a suit every day, glanced at me sideways →_→

Kid, you better not be implying anything.

"I'm going to a funeral today, so I'm dressed a bit formally. Lan, are you going?"

Ran Mouri shook her head. "I need to help look after Conan, and then I'll go keep vigil tonight."

Upon hearing Ran Mouri say that she would take care of Conan, Aozawa's displeasure was written all over his face.

Chapter 387 Never seen anyone come to mourn their love rival?

"Why should you take care of him? Where are Conan's parents?"

How could the Kudo family have the nerve to ask Ran to take care of him?

Seeing that Qingze was unhappy, Ran Mouri quickly tried to comfort him.

"They're both in the same hospital, so it's just something I do to look after him, nothing more than taking care of him."

She's just looking after him, nothing much, since she has to take care of her own father anyway.

Eri knew the situation; the Kudo couple were indeed tied up these past few days, and Conan's condition wasn't good, so someone needed to look after him.

"Conan hasn't woken up yet, Ran is just watching over him."

Seeing that Eri Kisaki also said the same thing, Aozawa's extreme emotions surged up all at once.

Why should she be the one to take care of him?

Why should we be so enthusiastic?

Why must we care whether he lives or dies?

Is the bond formed from childhood really that important?

This emotion comes quickly and fiercely, eroding one's rationality.

He held Ran Mouri's shoulder, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his suffocating, morbid possessiveness.

Lan's behavior was not problematic.

She is warm-hearted even to strangers, let alone her childhood friends.

Shinichi Kudo is nothing special.

All that's left between them is the bond of growing up together.

Torn between reason and emotion, Ran Mouri astutely noticed a clue.

Are you feeling unwell anywhere?

"I didn't eat breakfast, so I have low blood sugar."

Ran Mouri took a candy out of her pocket, tore open the wrapper, and stuffed it into his mouth.

A sweet sensation spread through him, and Qingze opened his eyes.

"Feeling better..."

"You little rascal, bringing me breakfast so early, and you haven't even eaten anything yourself?" Kogoro Mouri handed over the uneaten bread. "Eat something quickly..."

Qingze took the bread and sat down to eat it slowly.

"Does the vigil last all night?"

I didn't sleep much last night, and I'm going to stay up all night again tonight?

Ran Mouri nodded.

Qingze frowned.

"Do we absolutely have to defend it?"

"need."

To outsiders, she was Shinichi Kudo's childhood friend, and it would be inexcusable for her not to attend his funeral.

"Gonko will go; I'm going to keep Gonko company."

Qingze lowered his eyelids slightly, concealing the darkness in his eyes.

"I go with you."

"it is good."

......

The funeral parlor was enveloped in a somber silence, with the light dimly lit, its outlines only illuminated by the white candles on either side of the offering table and the electronic lights that remained in the niches.

The air was filled with the bitter scent of incense, mixed with the faint, cool fragrance of white chrysanthemums.

The altar in the very center was covered with a plain white tablecloth, and above it hung a black and white portrait of Shinichi Kudo.

In the portrait, the boy's eyes and brows are bright, but his smile is frozen in time. The frame is gently wrapped with white ribbons and adorned with small white paper flowers on both sides.

On the offering table, sake, white rice, fruit, and fresh flowers were neatly arranged, with a pair of white banners hanging quietly beside them.

Today is the first night of the vigil, with mourners offering flowers to the body and family members keeping vigil throughout the night.

A farewell ceremony was held the following day, after which the body was sent to the crematorium, and the funeral was declared over.

Kuroda Hyōe arrived with Inspector Megure, Satō Miwako, Takagi Wataru, and several other officers from the Metropolitan Police Department. They were wearing police uniform jackets with white boutonnieres pinned to their chests as a sign of respect for Shinichi Kudo.

Shinichi Kudo died for the people, and he deserves the respect of everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Kuroda Hyōe removed his police hat, revealing his forehead, and bowed deeply to the portrait.

The same was true for several police officers.

Reporters who entered the funeral hall captured this scene on camera.

Inspector Megure's expression was extremely tense.

He was arguably the most familiar with Shinichi Kudo, and even personally called Shinichi Kudo, concealing the fact that Shinichi Kudo was not dead.

But looking at the black and white portrait in the mourning hall still stung my eyes.

A prodigy who became famous at a young age had to abandon his identity and fake his death to avoid attention; this is a testament to the incompetence of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Knowing it's evil, yet unable to uphold justice.

Dressed in black, with a sorrowful and grief-stricken expression, Yusaku Kudo patted Inspector Megure on the shoulder.

Miwako Sato comforted Yukiko Kudo, whose eyes were swollen from crying.

After the news of the funeral was sent out, an unusually large number of people came to pay their respects.

Sonoko arrived with her parents, and upon seeing the portrait, tears instantly streamed down her face.

Tomoko Suzuki handed her daughter a handkerchief, and she herself couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.

Sonoko and Shinichi Kudo were childhood friends, and she watched Shinichi grow up. Now that her vibrant child has become a portrait of a deceased child, how can one not feel sad?

Heiji Hattori pulled his baseball cap down very low. Even though he knew Shinichi Kudo wasn't dead, the somber atmosphere still made him feel suffocated.

Looking at Kazuha again, she was already in tears.

"You've never even met Kudo, are you really that sad?"

"Leaving is a sad thing in itself, let alone when he looks so much like you, Heiji." The thought of Heiji dying someday in the future made Kazuha feel like her heart was breaking.

Hattori Heiji sighed, patted her shoulder, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Don't curse me..."

Kazuha wiped away her tears and looked around. "Where's Ran?"

"She's taking care of Conan at the hospital, and she'll come over to keep vigil tonight," Eri Kisaki, who came in with Aozawa, answered her question.

Qingze followed Fei Yingli, presented her with the white chrysanthemums she had brought, and then stepped aside.

Amuro Tooru, who also brought flowers in, fixed his gaze on him.

A young man dressed in black stood solemnly to one side, gazing at the people in the mourning hall, a faint sorrow on his face, grieving for the departed.

Amuro Tooru realized that he couldn't understand this person at all.

Why is he so good at pretending?

How can it be installed so well?

Why couldn't Ran Mouri notice anything unusual about him?

Think of the person with white hair and red eyes I saw the night before last, and then look at the person now who is calm and solemn, with a gentle and non-aggressive face. They are like two completely different people.

Does he really not have schizophrenia?

Amuro Tooru felt that this was very likely.

It's certain that Koniak has mental problems; Vermouth had also said long ago that he was mentally ill.

The current state is very likely a result of schizophrenia.