Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Qingze!!"

That's nonsense!

Seeing that her attention had been successfully diverted, Qingze smiled and grabbed her hand, which was about to punch him again.

Qingze leaned close to her ear and whispered softly:

"If you keep feeling sad and sentimental about him, I'm afraid I might not be able to resist doing something to him..."

Ran Mouri felt a tickle in her ear, took his hand, and raised an eyebrow at him:

"Jealous?"

Qingze opened his slightly lowered eyes, and a dark light, unfathomable, flickered in his eyes, which were covered by colored contact lenses.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke frankly.

"I'm very unhappy."

"I'm very upset that someone can so easily stir up your emotions, making you constantly sad and sentimental."

Once, twice, three times...

"Is it true that as long as this person exists, your emotions will inevitably be affected by him?"

"He's a special person to you, isn't he?"

Looking into Aoyama's eyes, which held a strong possessiveness, Ran Mouri gently shook her head.

"There might be a little bit of a special connection, but I'm not only affected by him. I'm also affected by my parents, Sonoko... I'm affected by everyone I know."

"Ai, Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, Genta, Professor... I would be heartbroken if anything happened to anyone I know..."

"It just so happens that it was him who had the accident."

Aozawa stared intently at Ran Mouri.

She is very emotional; her emotions are rich and intense.

She would grieve for the passing of life and feel sorrow for the deaths of nameless people.

She cares about so many people.

She has countless friends.

Her life is colorful.

Looking at her, Qingze felt his emotions were on the verge of spiraling out of control.

How can she have so many people she cares about?

I really want to erase all those irrelevant people from her life, so that she can only see me.

A morbid possessiveness surges like the sea, eroding the string called reason.

However, reason is equally clear.

Ran Mouri is who she is because of her unwavering kindness and her love for life and those around her.

She loves this world, loves everything worth loving, therefore, she is the light, the warmth, the sun.

That's why he couldn't help being attracted to her and couldn't control his restless heart.

He thought he was being cured.

But after he accepted the relationship, he found that his illness had worsened.

When he didn't accept the relationship, he set up barriers for himself, creating a clear, insurmountable line.

He told himself that they weren't a good match.

He told himself that things wouldn't end well for them.

He told himself that people with mental illnesses are not suited for romantic relationships.

He told himself that the distance was just right.

He controlled himself and prevented himself from succumbing to depravity.

But once accepted, none of these things remain.

Previously hidden possessiveness could no longer be suppressed, and obsessive emotions were difficult to control.

Emotions no longer stop there.

She loves him.

But he wanted more.

He wanted her to love only him.

I want to keep her by my side, so I can see her anytime.

I want all of her.

Dark and morbid thoughts kept popping up uncontrollably.

Love is not necessarily a cure.

It could also be poison.

Chapter 393 Arrange an examination for me

Qingze looked into her eyes, his gaze dark and unfocused.

"You know what? I'm very possessive."

Ran sensed that Qingze's mood was a bit off. Looking at his downcast eyes that exuded a dangerous aura, she reached out and gently touched them.

Qingze closed his eyes, letting her stroke his fragile yet deadly eyelids.

"You didn't feel it because... I was restraining myself."

He was trying to make himself look normal.

He is trying hard not to become distorted.

He wanted to give Ran Mouri a normal kind of love.

Instead of a morbid, rotten, pus-filled "love" that is labeled as harmful.

Ran Mouri reached out and stroked his cheek. "It's okay for you to be possessive. I am too, it's perfectly normal."

Qingze grabbed her hand and smiled.

No, you don't understand.

Qingze escorted her to the hotel downstairs. "Go and rest. You'll be up all night tonight."

"What about you? You probably haven't had much rest either, have you?"

"I'm going back to my accommodation to rest."

"Why don't you come to the hotel with me?" Ran Mouri grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go.

The presidential suite has several bedrooms.

Qingze grinds his teeth.

"Ran Mouri, do you realize that what you said is very ambiguous?"

Where?

“We haven’t swapped bodies yet. I’m a grown man, you know that?”

Ran Mouri blinked, pretending not to understand.

They've kissed, hugged, and seen each other's bodies; sharing a room is commonplace.

What's the point of avoiding suspicion at a time like this?

Qingze pinched her cheek and pulled his hand away from hers.

"Go and get some rest."

"Give me a kiss."

"No!"

The elevator doors opened, and Qingze coldly refused her request for a kiss, pushing her into the elevator.

Ran Mouri puffed out her cheeks and glared at him, feeling annoyed.

Qingze pressed the close button on the elevator and turned to leave.

What's with the kissing? His self-control is limited too!

Back in his car, Aozawa drove to Asada Hospital and headed straight for Fiano.

"Arrange a full-body medical checkup and a comprehensive mental health assessment for me, immediately!"

Fiano adjusted his glasses, looking at the person in front of him with surprise.

"Did the sun rise in the west?"

Qingze reached out and grabbed his neck, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

"I'm really annoyed right now, and I really want to kill you, you know that?"

The hand gripping her neck brought a chilling coldness, and the fingers gradually tightened.

Realizing that Cognac's mental state was not right, Fiano quickly spoke up:

"Calm down! Calm down! I'll arrange it for you right away!"

A few hours later, Fiano looked thoughtfully at Coniac's medical report.

"That's strange. My mental state was recovering quite well before, so why did falling in love make it worse? But my physical condition has improved a bit..."

After completing all the examinations, Qingze walked into Fiano's office.

Where is my report?

Fiano handed him the report.

"The examination revealed increased synaptic activity in the gustatory center of the insular cortex, some relief from neurogenic gustatory disorders, and partial reconstruction of taste bud conduction function, with the potential for complete reconstruction..."

"Abnormal fluctuations in serotonin levels and enhanced activation of the prefrontal cortex are all manifestations of heightened emotional volatility..."

"In terms of your mental state, there is a two-way contradiction..."

"Prescribe me some medication to suppress the symptoms."

"This will suppress your emotional fluctuations, are you sure?"

"hurry up!"

"All right……"

Fiano wrote a prescription.

"These are the same medicines. You can buy them yourself to avoid anyone suspecting that I've tampered with them."

Qingze glanced at it; it was still a lithium salt-type drug.

Fiano added, "If you're going to take medication, you need to have regular blood tests to avoid lithium poisoning..."

Qingze gave him a cold look.

This isn't about worrying about him getting poisoned.

They were clearly worried that his blood would be contaminated.

This time, they drew another 500 milliliters of his blood.

After buying some medicine at the pharmacy, Qingze returned to Mihua's residence, glanced at the unchanged instruction manual, opened the package, and took one pill.

After relaxing, a wave of fatigue and weakness washed over him, and Qingze almost fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Ran Mouri slept until evening and finally felt refreshed.

She stretched and sat up in bed.

She took out her phone and sent a message to Qingze.

The message was sent, but there was no reply for a long time.