Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Qingze could only say: 6

If he were Ran Mouri, he would definitely try to hook Shinichi Kudo and use him first.

It's a pity he's not Ran Mouri now.

"I'll go call Xiaolan over."

With that, he walked out of the ward.

Suddenly, only Ai Haibara was left in the ward. Conan stared blankly at her, looking as if the sky had fallen.

Is he telling the truth?

Ai Haibara delivered a merciless blow to his head.

"it is true."

"How could this be..."

Why does Xiaolan like him? How long have they been together? When did this happen? Why can't I remember anything about it?

Ai Haibara looked at him with pity, "I guess your brain has shut down this memory that you don't want to face or recall."

The brain usually has a self-protective mechanism that allows people to temporarily forget things they don't want to face, especially when the brain is damaged.

Conan was bewildered.

His memories were a jumbled mess, scattered in various fragments, impossible to string together into a coherent thread.

He had so many memories, he couldn't tell which came first and which came last.

It seems that a timeline called calibration has been lost.

Seeing Conan's bewildered expression, she sighed:

"Don't you remember anything about what happened before the explosion?"

"Explosion? What explosion? It looks like there really was an explosion..." Conan grabbed his hair, in excruciating pain. "My head hurts so much..."

"Don't think about it if you can't remember. Your brain was traumatized. Once your body recovers, you should be able to remember naturally."

Conan didn't try to force himself to recall his memories anymore.

The most pressing issue for him right now is that Xiaolan is in a relationship and has a boyfriend.

How long have I been shrunken?

Has it been a long time?

Eventually, Xiaolan fell in love with someone else.

"It's been a year, hasn't it?"

“A year…” He lowered his eyes, enveloped by a sense of loss and helplessness.

It's only been a year, and they've been through so much together. How could someone else have appeared between him and Xiaolan?

"Could it be that Xiaolan is angry with me, so she just randomly picked someone and pretended to be her boyfriend, hoping to get me to show up?"

Haibara smirked, looking at him like he was an idiot.

Aozawa returned to Kogoro Mouri's hospital room, which was quite lively.

Ran Mouri is holding her exercises and textbooks, catching up on the lessons she's missed.

With guidance from two classmates, they are catching up quickly.

Aozawa came into the ward and told him that Conan had woken up.

"Conan is awake."

"She's awake!" Ran Mouri exclaimed with delight.

Seeing the joy suddenly appear on her face, Qingze's eyes darkened.

"Well, it seems like there's something wrong with his memory; he doesn't remember me at all."

"Huh? Have you lost your memory?"

"not sure."

"Where is Conan?" Sera Masumi asked excitedly when she heard that Conan was awake.

Qingze gave a ward number.

Having learned Conan's room number, Sera Masumi practically ran over, and Hondo Eisuke wasn't far behind.

Ran Mouri also wanted to hurry over and check the situation, but Aozawa grabbed her hand.

"What's the rush?"

The person is there; they won't disappear.

"Too."

Ran Mouri slowed her pace and walked slowly with him.

Haibara has already informed the Kudo couple via mobile phone that Conan has woken up.

The Kudo couple couldn't get away, and Professor Agasa was on his way.

Chapter 392 Love, for him, was poison.

Upon entering the ward, Sera Masumi went straight to Conan.

Although I guessed his condition might not be good, seeing all sorts of tubes inserted into his body still made me uneasy.

"Conan!"

"Sera-neechan".

Conan shifted his gaze to the doorway.

Next to enter was Hondou, followed by Eri Kisaki, and finally Ran and Aozawa entered hand in hand.

The sight of those clasped hands deeply stung his eyes.

He stared at it almost self-destructively, his eyes reddening.

Seeing the rapidly beating heart rate on the electrocardiogram, Haibara quickly said:

"Calm down."

Ran Mouri walked closer and looked at him with concern.

"Conan, how are you feeling? Azawa said you have memory problems."

Conan shook his head, reached out and pulled the blanket over half of his face, turning his head away.

I'm so sad, so sad that seeing her only makes me feel sorrow.

He longed to hide himself away and return to the world where Xiao Lan still loved him, instead of facing Xiao Lan, who already had a lover, here.

Seeing Conan's refusal to communicate, Ran Mouri became even more worried.

What's happening here?

Aozawa had a pretty good idea of ​​Conan's feelings at that moment.

This situation is like waking up to find that the person you like has gotten married.

The sky is falling.

But what does it have to do with Shinichi Kudo if his world collapses?

He walked over and, in front of Conan, smoothed the hair on Ran Mouri's forehead in a familiar and affectionate manner.

Like a lemon being squeezed open, Conan was incredibly sour.

He pulled the blanket over his head and refused to communicate with the outside world.

Seeing Aozawa's actions and Conan's reaction, Ran Mori knew perfectly well what Aozawa meant.

She found it somewhat amusing.

It was the same at the Red Maple Hotel.

Is it fun to provoke Conan?

"He seems to be in pretty good spirits," Qingze commented.

He didn't lose an arm or a leg, and as long as he recovers properly, he'll probably be back to his old self in no time.

As for memory, that depends on how well the brain recovers.

After all, he has the protagonist's halo, so he'll probably recover soon.

"Conan? Conan?"

Ran called out twice, but Conan still refused to lift the blanket.

Qingze looked down at the person covered by the blanket, his expression revealing a hint of indifference.

"Fine, I'll ignore you then. Go and get some rest. You still have to keep watch for Shinichi Kudo tonight."

Upon hearing Shinichi Kudo's name, Conan slightly lifted the blanket.

"What happened to Shinichi-nii?"

His memory was fragmented; he had guessed a little, but he wasn't sure.

"Today is his funeral." Ran Mouri's face showed a trace of sadness.

"funeral……"

Conan murmured those two words, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Has the identity of Shinichi Kudo truly died...?

What exactly did he forget?

Damn it, why can't I connect these memories into coherent pieces?

Looking at Conan's empty eyes, Ran Mouri felt a little sad.

What does Shinichi Kudo's funeral mean to Conan?

Is it a complete severing of two identities?

He no longer needs to become Shinichi Kudo.

Because Shinichi Kudo is already dead.

She grabbed Qingze's clothes and gave Conan a not-so-pleasant smile.

"I'm relieved to see you're awake. Conan, take good care of yourself. I'm a little tired, so I'm going to rest now. Call me if you need anything."

Qingze looked down at her, not missing the genuine sorrow in her eyes.

He followed Ran Mouri out, glancing at the person on the hospital bed before closing the ward door.

As Ran Mouri walked out of the hospital, she lowered her head, looking somewhat dejected.

"I feel a little down inside."

Qingze looked down at her and reached out to rub her head.

"It's a bit oily. Have you not washed your hair for days?"

Ran Mouri's somewhat sorrowful mood came to an abrupt end.

She slapped Qingze's hand away in embarrassment and annoyance.

"It'll only be two days!"

"So even pretty girls get oily hair!"

Ran Mouri punched him in the chest, feeling both ashamed and angry.

"Don't tell!"

"It hurts so much... I feel like I broke a rib."

"I'm punching his chest!"

Qingze clutched his chest, his face contorted in pain, "It feels like a bone in my sternum is broken..."