Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

He picked up a bottle of bourbon whiskey from the shelf, poured himself a glass, and began to think about the organization without stopping.

There has been no word from the organization for the past few days. According to Conan's information, he has confirmed that the poisoning was carried out by Koniak, and that he used the organization's PSY-3.

But he had tested them, and both Gin and Vermouth had a "what's it to me?" attitude and didn't want to get involved at all.

There were no instructions from the Boss, so we have no way of knowing his opinion on this matter.

I doubt they'll have any opinions on it.

It was just administering hallucinogens; the riots Gin caused back then to find Gil, who had been arrested by the FBI, were no less significant.

Although it has affected Japan's international reputation, will the organization care about that?

As for the only valuable person, Makoto Fukuda, his death had nothing to do with Koniak and was not the organization's target.

Some even felt that Koniak's commotion this time was a bit small, as he only used hallucinogens instead of poison, suggesting he might have chickened out.

Amuro Tooru was furious upon hearing such remarks.

If Koniak had used poison, the consequences of taking down so many business and political figures are unimaginable!

He thought Gin and Koniak were already outrageous enough, but he didn't expect that there were many people in the organization who thought the same way.

The difference is that these people simply don't have the ability to do it.

He gritted his teeth, and the veins on his hand gripping the cup bulged.

He will eventually shoot these guys who completely disregard order and law, trample on human life, and act recklessly!

……

Qingze indeed did not receive any reprimand from the boss, nor was he punished at all, nor was he ever questioned about it.

This quietness is, frankly, somewhat unusual.

It seemed like she was brewing something, so she didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Qingze wasn't worried; the organization's methods were limited.

And with his latest tactic, he also has Ran Mouri as a shield.

He was also somewhat looking forward to the organization starting the next experiment.

It was a real shame that I didn't get to enjoy any delicious food while using Ran Mouri's body last time.

He has even planned his itinerary, going to a different restaurant each day, ensuring that he never repeats a meal.

As for the mission...

Let's leave it for now, since we haven't set a time limit for him anyway.

And those congressmen he put on his death list...

No rush, one at a time, take your time.

In the past few days, he took some time to buy a house in Beika Town and quickly completed the initial move-in process.

The house is neither too far nor too close to the Mouri Detective Agency; it's about a 20-minute walk.

He called Ran Mouri over to identify the location, and then, at Ran's insistence, held a housewarming ceremony with only the two of them.

Cleaning, tidying, exorcising evil spirits...

For Qingze, this was just a temporary place to live; it didn't really count as moving.

But Ran Mouri was in high spirits, so Aozawa went along with her.

The newly purchased house was empty and desolate, so Ran Mouri went out again to buy some green plants and decorations to decorate the house. Although it was still empty, the addition of green plants brought it some life.

Qingze sat on the sofa, watching her arrange various decorations, and surprisingly, he didn't find it offensive.

"I'm a plant killer. If you buy so many, they might all die."

Chapter 42 What's the use of hatred?

"It's okay, it's not far from my school, I can come and water the plants after school."

Ran Mouri smiled and said, "Besides, didn't Mr. Aozawa say that he would spend two hours every day teaching me some skills? I still have time to water the plants."

She felt that Qingze's surroundings were too lifeless and needed something lively to soften the atmosphere and add some color.

Moreover, who knows when she might become Qingze, so it's better to live in a cozy place, which would make people feel more cheerful.

"Then you have to raise it yourself, I don't care."

The setting sun streamed in through the window, falling on Ran Mouri as she tended to the green plants, making her look as if she were standing in the light, feeling incredibly warm.

Qingze stared at it for a while, then found it too irritating and went to the kitchen to make himself dinner.

I originally intended to make a simple stew and eat whatever was available, but it turned out to be four dishes and a soup.

Ran Mouri had finished packing and was planning to go home, but when she saw the dishes prepared on the table, she insisted on staying.

Qingze stared speechlessly at Ran Mouri, who was sitting opposite him, seemingly treating her like her own home.

"You don't go home for meals, but instead freeload off me here. Don't you think that's a bit much?"

"They said it was a housewarming ceremony!"

"Is there a meal at the housewarming ceremony? How come I didn't know that?"

"The housewarming ceremony is over, now it's time to welcome the guests," Ran Mouri said, pointing to herself.

She was a guest and even helped with the cleaning, so it was only natural for me to entertain her.

Qingze scoffed, "Whatever. I didn't put any seasoning in this dish. Eat it if you can."

"what?"

Because the food looked so good, and it was all Chinese cuisine that she had never seen before, Ran Mouri, who wanted to stay and freeload, was shocked.

I picked one up and tasted it. It's not that there was absolutely no salt, but the flavor came from the light and dark soy sauce used for coloring, and the saltiness was very mild.

She looked at Qingze with a puzzled expression. "Mr. Qingze isn't usually very particular about food, so why did you make so many dishes today?"

It wasn't a lot, four dishes and a soup, but compared to Qingze's usual practice of only cooking one dish, it was indeed a lot.

"I bought new kitchen utensils, and when the mood struck me, I cooked."

Qingze picked up a piece of stir-fried eggs with chives and put it in his mouth to chew.

There was no sourness, no sweetness, no saltiness, only the crunchy sensation of fibers being cut by teeth.

He doesn't have a particular fondness for cooking, since he can't really taste the flavors. Whether it's a random stew or a carefully prepared dish, it makes no difference to him.

He retains these habits simply because he doesn't want to forget what's etched deep in his memory; it's a way for him to anchor himself.

Ran Mouri ate the bland food with him, but she gradually got used to it.

It's a bit bland, but still edible.

Seeing that Qingze was in a relatively good mood today, she tentatively asked:

When did Mr. Qingze lose his sense of taste?

When she becomes herself, Qingze's cooking skills are excellent. Although she sometimes has trouble getting the amount of seasoning right and has to taste it as she adds it, the finished product is absolutely perfect.

This must be because they cook for themselves frequently for many years, so that after regaining their sense of taste, they were able to quickly get back into the normal cooking mode.

This time shouldn't be too early.

Qingze raised his eyelids slightly, "When I was 16, I think."

To be precise, it was 9:07 AM on March 7th of that year.

"So early?!"

Ran Mouri was shocked, and a surge of anger welled up inside her, making her hate that organization even more.

She was 16 years old, a year younger than she is now. How could those researchers have done that?!

She looked at Qingze, who seemed completely unconcerned and nonchalant about it, and felt a surge of admiration.

Although Qingze doesn't talk much about her past, every seemingly ordinary recounting of it manages to push her to her limits.

It's truly remarkable to maintain one's true self in such an environment.

Ran Mouri lowered her head to eat, then stole glances at Aozawa, who was eating quietly.

Recently, Mr. Qingze has had black hair, wears colored contact lenses to cover his eyes, and wears an apron. He doesn't look like an assassin at all, but rather like a good family man.

Ran Mouri's thoughts drifted away.

Qingze is 23 years old now. When he was 16, that was seven years ago.

Seven years have passed, and he still maintains his culinary skills. He seems to talk about it casually, but he's probably still holding a grudge!

He says one thing, but does another.

Is it a self-protective habit developed over many years?

I don't even know when my hair turned white...

"Does Mr. Qingze hate it?"

"hatred?"

Qingze put down his chopsticks, looked up at her, and asked seriously:

What's the use of hatred?

Hatred won't kill your enemy; it will only make you appear weak.

Reality isn't some mainstream comic book where you can suddenly explode with excitement.

Hatred without power is nothing but impotent rage.

Qingze didn't hate the organization; he just wanted to kill all the people he hated.

“That’s true…” Ran Mouri lowered her head in melancholy.

In such a dangerous place, showing too much emotion will only hasten your death.

"Eat your food and stop thinking about these things. You don't need to worry about my affairs."

Ran Mouri said "oh" and ate her food quietly.

"You've got the basics of riding a motorcycle, but you still need to practice to improve your skills. You can take some time to get a license so you won't have to worry about being stopped on the road."

“I drove a few cars over to the garage. The keys are in that drawer over there. If you want to practice, go ride them yourself…”

"You only need to attend your acting class twice a week. You also need to set aside time to learn car driving and get a basic understanding of firearms..."

Listening to Qingze's arrangements for her, Ran Mouri felt that there wasn't enough time.

This is just a simplified version; Qingze didn't mention any of the other skills.

"Won't you end up training me to be a secret agent?"

Qingze scoffed, "Do you know how much effort and dedication it takes to train a special agent from scratch?"

Qingze had no intention of training Ran Mouri to be a special agent; he just wanted her to stay out of the loop.

Ran Mouri chuckled, agreeing.

After finishing her meal, Ran Mouri said goodbye and left.

Qingze threw the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, got up and went out.

Ran Mouri returned home to find two people, one older and one younger, talking to each other.

"Xiao Lan, you're back? There's a door-to-door investigation request tomorrow, do you want to come with me?"

"In-person investigation? Investigate what?"

"They say their house is haunted, and the client suspects someone is faking it..."

"Haunted?"

Ran Mouri has always been afraid of ghosts, and upon hearing this, she shook her head vigorously.

"There are no real ghosts, it must be someone pretending to be a ghost."

"No, even if someone is faking it, it's still scary."