Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Sera Mari on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then chuckled helplessly, "Matsumi, I was just asking. Why are you getting so worked up?"

Sera Masumi didn't laugh.

Holding her phone, she slowly turned around, her gaze piercing through the window glass to fall on the thick, silently falling snow outside.

The world outside the window was a vast, silent white, reflecting the heavy gloom in her eyes.

"She is my best friend."

Sera Masumi's voice was low, yet deep, like a stone thrown into a deep pool:

"Mom, I like her very much... I like her so much. I don't want to involve her at all... not even a little bit."

Because of her parents' identities, her childhood and adolescence were always spent in hasty farewells.

Newly familiar faces, newly formed friendships, all vanish into distant silhouettes at the slightest command. She had no childhood sweethearts, no lasting friendships; those past friends ultimately became names that no longer lit up in her contact list.

Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki were the only two people she truly opened her heart to, acknowledged, and cared about during those years of wandering and uncertainty.

The news of her father's disappearance and her elder brother Shuichi Akai's "death in the line of duty" is like a dull knife, still cutting into her heart.

The mother was forced to shrink and hide in the shadows.

She had to shoulder heavy responsibilities, hiding with her mother while searching for a way to restore her health, investigating the organization, and uncovering the truth about her father and older brother...

Every step is like walking on thin ice; the slightest misstep could lead to utter ruin.

Her friendship with Xiaolan was one of the few safe havens she found amidst this immense pressure.

She did not want to defile this pure land.

After hanging up the phone, she stood by the window for a while and then opened the door to the hallway.

Their guest rooms are on the 3rd floor, while Vermouth's guest rooms are all on the 2nd floor.

As she stepped out of the room, she saw Qingze standing by the window at the end of the corridor.

He stood quietly, not leaning against the window frame, his figure tall and straight, like a fir tree rooted in the cold ground.

Sera Masumi walked over.

"Did Mr. Qingze know Miss Chris before?"

Qingze turned his head to look at her, then turned his gaze back to the window.

"know."

Is there a contradiction?

“She thinks I’m a beast for dating a high school student. I think I am too.”

"Forehead……"

Hearing Kiyosawa so bluntly call himself a beast, Sera Masumi was at a loss for words.

There's really no need to be so self-deprecating...

She gazed at his profile, her eyes filled with inquiry.

"Then why did you do it even though you knew it was wrong?"

Qingze sighed, "Because... I can't control my emotions."

There was so much in that sigh that Sera Masumi couldn't discern what it contained.

She looked at Qingze earnestly, "Mr. Qingze, I hope what you said today is true, and I hope you will not let Xiaolan down."

Upon hearing this, Qingze finally looked at him directly.

Looking at the serious and earnest girl in front of him, and sensing her concern for Xiaolan, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"I won't let her down. It's getting late, you should get some rest."

After saying that, he stepped into the room next to the stairs.

Sera Masumi walked down to the living room on the first floor. The living room was empty, the lights were off, and it was pitch black.

She went back to her room to rest and sleep.

Ran Mouri and Sonoko lay on the same bed. Sonoko's eyes showed no signs of sleepiness, only a thirst for gossip.

"Where have you progressed to now?"

When asked this question, Ran Mouri blushed slightly.

Seeing that she blushed, Sonoko's eyes immediately became mischievous.

"You kissed?"

"Um……"

Sonoko's eyes lit up with excitement.

How does it feel to kiss?

"Don't ask such embarrassing questions!"

"Oh dear, is this kind of question embarrassing?"

Sonoko laughed teasingly and waved her phone:

"Do you need '26 Ways to Kiss,' 'Detailed Explanation of Kissing Techniques,' and 'How to Kiss Someone Irresistible'?"

"Are there any techniques to kissing?" Ran Mouri asked humbly.

"Of course!"

The garden expert came online, sat up, and began to explain various kissing positions and techniques in the manner of a teacher.

"Skillful flirting and light kisses can instantly send hormones soaring, making it impossible to stop..."

Ran Mouri imagined that scene.

If Qingze's hormones surged again, she would be pinned down.

She quickly shook her head, her face flushed red as she covered her cheeks.

Garden experts are still listing various ways to flirt:

"Pretend to get close and give him a gentle kiss, then quickly pull away... While walking, stop mid-walk, and when he looks at you, tiptoe and kiss him, then say something sweet... It'll absolutely make him swoon!"

Seeing how logically she spoke, Ran Mouri smiled mischievously.

"Sonoko, haven't you and Kyogoku-kun never kissed yet?"

How can you explain it so logically?

Sonoko coughed.

Just because she hasn't kissed anyone doesn't mean she hasn't done her homework!

"Advance research is essential!"

Ran Mouri agreed, saying it was necessary to investigate further.

And those flirting techniques... I need to learn them! I absolutely must learn them!

"Send me those kissing techniques..."

Chapter 416 AAA Mask Wholesaler

In the hospital.

Conan lay on his hospital bed, idly scrolling through his phone.

The injuries have healed a lot; at least the arm can move freely now.

He saw the post from the garden.

Sonoko, Ran, Sera, Hondo, and Vermouth.

He was startled.

Where are they? How did they run into Vermouth?

Feeling a little uneasy, he called Xiaolan.

Ran Mouri was still discussing kissing with Sonoko when she received a phone call, and the conversation suddenly stopped.

"Conan? How's your recovery going?"

"much better."

"Sister Xiaolan, where are you playing?"

"At Sonoko's villa."

"Did you run into Miss Chris?"

"Yes, it snowed heavily last night, and the teacher's car broke down. It was quite a coincidence that he came to stay overnight."

"Is she alone?" Conan asked, wanting to know more.

Ran Mouri didn't want to tell him.

If he knew that Vodka Cohen and the others were all there, he'd probably start overthinking things.

"Alright, Conan, just rest and recover from your injuries. Don't worry about these things for now..."

After exchanging a few words of concern, she hung up the phone.

"How much longer will Conan have to stay in the hospital?" Sonoko asked.

"I don't know. I should be discharged once I've fully recovered."

"It's getting late, let's go to sleep."

Ran yawned and sent a goodnight message to Aozawa, who was separated by a wall.

Shuichi Akai also saw Sonoko's post.

Looking at his sister in the photo, a slight smile appeared on his lips, but when his gaze fell on Vermouth in the photo, his smile faded.

After looking at the smiling superstar in the photo for a while, his gaze fell on Ran Mouri next to Vermouth.

Hondo Eisuke, who joined the CIA, his younger sister, and Vermouth.

These people appeared in the same place for various reasons and gathered around her.

Ran Mouri seems to have become the center of a vortex.

He stood up and looked through the window at Professor Agasa's house next door.

The lights were already off at Professor Agasa's house, making it unusually inconspicuous among the dark villa complex.

Like a small tree hidden among thousands of trees.

The night was quiet.

Sherry is considered dead by the organization, and Shinichi Kudo is also dead.

Perhaps he could focus more of his attention on Ran Mouri.

……

On the pristine white snow, a dark silhouette moved silently.

His long silver hair cascaded down his back, and fluttering snowflakes landed lightly on his hat brim and shoulders, only to be melted away by his relentless body heat.

He was like the night itself, carrying a chilling aura.

Gin stopped, his cold green eyes under the brim of his hat lifting to lock onto the silent house in front of him.

The house was pitch black; the owner was already fast asleep.

With a slight movement, he vaulted over the courtyard wall like a ghost, landing silently.

He bent his knees, exerted force, and leaped up, his palms precisely climbing onto the edge of the second-floor balcony. The movements were so fluid as to be almost instinctive, without a single extra sound.

In the bedroom, Kaito Kuroba was fast asleep.

A sudden, chilling coldness gripped him, as if he were being locked onto by the cold, vertical pupils of a venomous snake; a strong sense of crisis pierced through his dream in an instant.

He suddenly woke up with a start, his heart almost stopping!

In the darkness, a figure stood silently beside his bed, like a frozen sculpture.