Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Ran Mouri was surprised.

Aozawa didn't let his father tell the Matsui family that he was still alive. Although Hiromu guessed Aozawa's identity, he had promised not to tell, and unless there were special circumstances, he probably wouldn't say it either.

Ran Mouri stood in the corridor, lost in thought.

Why is she specifically trying to invite Qingze through her?

“Yesterday, a police officer came to our house specifically to inquire about Zhiyu’s brother…”

Matsui Hirotake slowly recounted what had happened yesterday.

Her mother talked a lot about the case involving the Fukuda family, and later even took out the diary left by Aunt Reiko. When she talked about the sad parts, she couldn't stop crying.

"I told my mother what happened that day..."

Qingze was the one who saved him from the water that day, and also his cousin who had passed away many years ago.

If this hadn't happened, he certainly wouldn't have said anything, but since the police came to his door specifically asking about Fukuda Tomohiro, he couldn't possibly do nothing.

At the very least, I should tell my mother about this.

By the way, let me remind them.

"Aunt Lianzi left behind some things, and Mom wants to give them to her..."

"Okay, I'll ask him and give you an answer."

After hanging up the phone, Matsui Hirotake looked at his mother.

Sachiko Matsui clutched at her clothes, unusually tense.

"So? Will Zhiyu come?"

Matsui Hirotake shrugged. "I don't know... but it's probably quite likely."

"That's good……"

Sachiko Matsui hugged her son, trying to calm her somewhat bewildered heart.

The person I thought was dead more than a decade ago is now alive. Surprise, confusion, helplessness... all sorts of emotions come rushing in.

She couldn't quite explain how she felt.

Does that child still remember himself?

How has he been doing all these years?

Will being too enthusiastic make me disliked?

She let go of her son and started pacing around the living room.

Is the living room a bit messy?

What kind of food does he like to eat?

Would he agree to let him sleep here for the night?

"We need to call Xiujun back. He used to love following Zhiyu around when he was little..."

Matsui Hirotake: "..."

Matsui Hirotake watched speechlessly as his mother spun around in circles, muttering to herself.

Are you that nervous?

It's uncertain whether they'll even come.

"Mom, just try to take it easy..."

“You don’t understand, Zhiyu is a very special kid. He’s indifferent to everything, and I’ve always been a little unsure how to get along with him…”

"Quickly call your brother back..."

"Oh."

As soon as Matsui Hirotake hung up the phone, Mouri Ran immediately called Aozawa.

"Hey?"

A sleepy, languid voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding like someone who had just woken up.

"Still sleeping?"

Ran Mouri was somewhat helpless; it was already past ten o'clock during the break between the second and third periods.

Qingze has been sleeping a lot lately.

"I stayed up too late the other day, I need to make up for it."

Qingze yawned and sat up in bed.

What else can you do in winter besides sleep? Go ice fishing?

Since we can't catch fish, we'll have to find frozen ones.

"Aunt Sachiko would like to invite you to her home for dinner."

"Who?"

“Matsui Sachiko, your aunt.”

"I'm not going," Qingze refused outright.

He had no memory of the Matsui family; they were strangers to him, and he didn't want to deal with strangers.

Ran Mouri knew he would refuse. She sighed and continued:

“Yesterday a policeman came to inquire about you. Your mother left you some things that they want to give you… It would be better if you went there…”

At least we need to find out what happened, what exactly the police inquired about, and what Qingze's mother left behind.

"Mother……"

Qingze murmured the somewhat unfamiliar word.

His eyes were slightly lowered, and his expression was gloomy.

"Then reply and say you'll come over for dinner tonight."

"Okay!" Ran Mouri was delighted to see that he had agreed.

If he can accept his relatives, it will be as if Qingze has gained another bond in the world.

"I need to get up. You go to class now. Bye..."

Qingze went into the bathroom to wash up and stared blankly at his face in the mirror.

He stared blankly at his reflection in the mirror, as if trying to unearth a strange soul from that familiar silhouette.

Mother... Reiko Fukuda...

This is a completely unfamiliar name.

But why do I feel a strange flutter when it's mentioned?

He never truly identified with the identity of "Tomohiro Fukuda".

He has no memory of Tomohiro Fukuda at all; his past before the age of ten is completely blank.

But... if I am not Fukuda Tomohiro, then to whom does this body and this face belong?

The language and writing that can be used fluently without learning, the lines of painting and the melodies of piano that flow naturally without ever being learned...

These instincts, which come from the body, all originate from their original owner.

He always thought he was just an outsider, with no relation to the original owner of this body.

Therefore, he does not pursue Fukuda Tomohiro's past, and even subtly avoids it.

He couldn't play the role of Tomohiro Fukuda, nor could he truly accept being Tomohiro Fukuda without any psychological burden, and take over the family and friends who belonged to Tomohiro Fukuda.

He didn't want to carry the burden of another person's life.

"We have to face it eventually..."

Some things are unavoidable.

Looking at the person in the mirror, Qingze sighed and lowered his head to wash his face.

After finishing her game, Ran returned to the classroom and pondered what to bring as food if she were to visit someone that evening.

Sonoko turned around from the table in front of her, rested her cheek on her hand, and looked at her expectantly.

"Xiaolan, why don't you go for a relaxing weekend? Come to my family's villa in the mountains and we'll all have a couple of days together."

So much has happened lately, and Ran has been working non-stop. Everyone's mood has been somewhat low because of Shinichi's death.

Sonoko thinks everyone needs to go out and relax.

After all, people always have to look forward.

“Okay,” Ran Mouri agreed.

I have nothing to do on the weekend, so I might as well go out and have some fun.

She's been living a very monotonous life lately, and she also has to catch up on her studies. She really wants to go out and relax a bit.

“I’ll call Shi Liang, Ben Tang, and you call Qing Ze. Five people, just enough for one car.”

"Isn't Kyogoku-kun coming?"

"Ah Zhen is currently in the United States and hasn't taken a vacation yet."

Chapter 400 He hates this kind of scene

After school in the afternoon, Ran Mouri went to Aozawa's house to do her homework with her schoolbag on her back.

She was going to Matsui's house for dinner tonight, so she needed to finish writing quickly.

Qingze leaned against the desk, peeling an orange, watching Ran Mouri struggle with her homework.

"I feel guilty watching you do your homework, you know that?"

Ran Mouri turned her head to look at her, her eyelids half-closed. "The guilt of not helping me with my homework?"

Qingze sighed and shook his head. "Sigh, I think I'm a pervert."

An adult dating a high school student.

That's utterly despicable.

Ran Mouri wanted to roll her eyes, so she handed over the math homework:

"You pervert, please help me with my homework!"

Qingze stuffed a piece of orange into her hand and said, "You call me a pervert and then expect me to do your homework for you? How could you possibly be so lucky?"

"very sour."

Ran Mouri's face scrunched up from the sourness of the orange.

"Is it sour?" Qingze tossed a piece into his mouth. "No, it's not sour."

Ran Mouri: (?o·o?)

Ran Mouri didn't argue with her. "Hurry up and help me with my homework. We're going to visit the Matsui family."

"What's the rush? Tomorrow's the weekend, you can write it on the weekend."

"I promised Sonoko I'd go out and play for two days tomorrow, but I don't want to have to do my homework while I'm out playing."

"Where?"

"Would you like to go to Sonoko's villa in the mountains?"

"go."

Qingze glanced at the homework; it was all exercises.

"Do it yourself; these exercises will help you solidify your knowledge."

If it's homework like copying, he'll help with it.

It's better to do this kind of homework yourself.

Only what you learn yourself truly belongs to you.