Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

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The person I disliked is gone.

Qingze was in an unusually happy mood.

"That really scared me!"

Ran Mouri gave him a light tap on the back.

She was startled when she came in and saw Aozawa being knocked down by Amuro Tooru's punch.

Qingze gasped dramatically, "Hiss, I'm going to get even worse."

"Where are you injured? Let me see."

Ran Mouri frowned and made a move to rip off his clothes.

"I'm not hurt, I was just kidding."

Qingze turned around and looked towards the door. "I'm really not hurt. I just don't like him and deliberately want to annoy him."

At the door, Sera Masumi silently pressed her ear against the door, listening to what was happening inside.

When she heard Qingze say it was intentional, she suddenly realized.

She knew it! Amuro Tooru, who seems to have a good temper on the surface, could not possibly lose control of his emotions so easily. He must have been provoked.

"I don't believe you, let me see."

"No need."

Ran Mouri frowned and raised her voice.

"Hurry up! Take off your clothes!"

Qingze reluctantly took off his slightly wrinkled coat, which had been damaged in the fight, and then looked at her innocently.

Ran Mouri was speechless and started to do it herself.

She unbuttoned his vest one button at a time, pulled up his cashmere sweater, and with some effort, pulled his thermal underwear out of his long johns.

Looking at the layers upon layers of people, like onions, she found it somewhat amusing.

Are you wearing so much?

"For the sake of looking cool."

Ran Mouri chuckled, “Wear less clothing indoors, you’re already sweating.”

"Ah."

She lifted his clothes up and finally saw the abdomen he had been covering.

The abdomen was smooth, without any bruising.

She reached out and touched it; her cool palm brushed against her warm skin, instantly raising goosebumps.

Qingze gasped and grabbed her hand.

Why are your hands so cold?

"I played in the snow outside for a while."

Be careful of frostbite on your hands.

Qingze pressed her hand against his body to warm it, and the warmth from his body quickly dispelled the coldness in her fingers.

"No, not at all. But you, don't warm my hands like that, it's giving me goosebumps."

"It's okay, this is the fastest way to warm your hands."

Ran Mouri pulled her hand away and tickled him.

"Haha, it itches~"

Qingze flinched and clamped her hand between his legs.

Ran Mouri was as excited as if she had discovered a new continent.

So you're ticklish!

She used both hands to tickle the acupoints on his lower back.

"No! Hahaha...no..."

Sera Masumi, who was eavesdropping, was speechless.

I'm so full from all this PDA.

Qingze pressed down her mischievous hand and whispered in her ear, "There's someone at the door."

Ok?

Ran Mouri immediately looked towards the door.

Qingze chuckled, "It's nothing. He's probably afraid I'll do something to you. He's asking me why I hate Amuro Tooru."

"Okay, stop fooling around."

Qingze put his clothes back on one by one, but didn't put on his coat again.

Ran Mouri asked him in a normal voice, with a hint of doubt:

"Aze, why don't you like Mr. Amuro? I think Mr. Amuro is a really nice person."

"He wants me to go back to my original identity, which is annoying."

Ran Mouri's performance was smooth and natural.

"The Fukuda family?"

"Ah."

"The Fukuda family's affairs are too complicated. I'm a dead man, and I don't want to get involved in that quagmire..."

Sera Masumi listened, seemingly lost in thought.

Is Amuro Tooru's interest in Aozawa related to Aozawa's background?

Since it involves private matters, it's best not to inquire further.

"Okay, go play now. I want to sleep for a while. Wake me up when it's time to eat."

"it is good."

Realizing that Ran was about to come out, Sera Masumi quickly left.

……

As dusk settled, a discreet black Porsche silently drove away from the mountain villa.

Inside the car, Vermouth leaned back in her seat, slowly lit a cigarette, and relaxed her tense nerves.

In the back seat, Fred, dressed in a black bodyguard suit, was livid-faced and repeatedly wiping his right hand with a handkerchief in an almost agitated manner.

She clicked her tongue in disgust: "That old man, he's got quite the appetite! A beauty like you, Vermouth, isn't enough for him? He actually dared to touch me..."

Recalling the way he looked at her like he was assessing merchandise, she said with suppressed anger, "Really... I almost couldn't hold back and crippled his hand on the spot!"

"You have to endure it, even if you can't help it."

Vermouth exhaled a smoke ring, her voice carrying an undeniable chill.

“That’s a key figure in the US military stationed in Japan. We went to great lengths to get in touch with him. A little physical contact in exchange for a trading network is worth it.”

Vodka, who was driving, glanced at Fryward through the rearview mirror and made a sarcastic remark:

"You should be glad you held back. There were guns everywhere inside and outside that house. If a fight had really broken out, it would have been hard to say whether any of us would have come out unscathed."

Cohen, also dressed as a bodyguard, nodded. "Security is tight, all soldiers with real guns. Vodka is right. It's very risky for the few of us to get out alive."

If Koniak were here, then of course there would be no problem.

But they are not Koniac.

Chapter 409 The Unexpected Intelligence

Vermouth flicked her cigarette ash lightly, her gaze fixed on the rapidly receding darkness outside the window, her tone flat.

"Cooperating with the US military stationed in Japan is inherently risky, but fortunately this trip went smoothly."

With the organization's existence exposed, it's necessary to use its influence to ensure subsequent actions can proceed smoothly.

Trying to infringe on the influence of the US military stationed in Japan will, of course, come at a price.

Money, valuables, women... any price the organization is willing to pay to establish a connection.

However, things that are easily obtained are not worth cherishing.

Transactions that are rushed or forced will not be taken seriously by others.

Today, they're just showing up.

"Don't call me for this kind of mission next time. It's just a bodyguard job, you can call anyone."

Fryward had no desire to participate in such missions again; they were boring and tedious.

"If Gin isn't coming, you're the only one we can call in the organization?"

"Isn't there still Koniak?"

Fryward was speechless.

What's with this feeling that she's going to take on the responsibility of leading the organization?

"If you can get him to come, I'll call you 'Big Brother'," Vodka subtly encouraged her.

Fryward rolled his eyes. "Is it so great that you call me 'big brother'? Please call me 'sister'."

Cohen didn't join their conversation; he looked out the window and pointed out a fact.

"It's snowing heavily."

In the mountains, with heavy snow, if their car broke down, they would be trapped in the mountains.

"Vodka, speed up! Judging by the snow, the roads will be covered in snow soon," Vermouth urged.

Without her prompting, the vodka had already sped up.

The snow fell quickly, and the black Porsche sped down the mountain road in the snowy night, then... stalled.

The four men fell silent, watching the broken engine and the increasingly heavy snow.

"It seems we'll have to stay in the mountains for the night. There's a villa over there, let's ask for lodging there."

......

Inside the villa, several people were playing cards. Qingze sat on a recliner in front of the French windows, slowly flipping through the book in his hands.

Laughter drifted in from time to time, along with the crackling of firewood burning in the fireplace, and snowflakes drifted and swirled outside the window, quickly blanketing the world in white frost.

Without realizing it, he closed his eyes.

A dream, yet another dream.

The fragmented pieces were blurry, as if viewed through frosted glass.

……

"Zhiyu, Mom loves you."

What is love?

"Love is a mother's desire to give you everything and to make you happy forever."

……

"Zhiyu is a year older! Let Daddy give you a kiss."

"do not want!"

"Oh, don't be so disgusted with Daddy. Just one kiss, just one kiss!"

……