Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The dark muzzle of the gun, carrying the chilling touch of death, was firmly pressed against his brow.

"Phantom Thief Kid".

The icy voice, like a scalpel slicing through the air, precisely cut through the deathly silence.

Gin looked down at the stiff boy on the bed, his green eyes flashing with a dangerous, cold light, as if he were examining prey.

That elegant and flamboyant white magician under the moonlight was actually a childish little devil beneath his skin.

Kaito Kuroba's muscles tensed, his blood seemed frozen, and there was a faint stinging pain between his eyebrows where the gun barrel was pressed.

He forced himself to remain calm, his face expressionless, and met the shadowy gaze: "Who are you? What do you want?"

The other party silently sneaked into his bedroom. They could have killed him outright, but instead of firing, they pointed a gun at him, which means their goal wasn't to kill him.

But this discovery brought no relief; instead, it chilled him to the bone.

He was only discharged from the hospital two days ago when someone came to his door and even came to his home.

That aura of his definitely means he's from that organization!

This is too dangerous!

It was so dangerous that if the other party had even the slightest bit of malice, he would already be a corpse.

They might even include the mother from the next room.

Gin's gaze was like a knife, scraping across his face inch by inch.

kill?

of course not.

Knowing he has a connection with the BOSS and still trying to harm him, that's just plain stupid.

"Make me some masks."

His command was brief and left no room for argument.

Kaito Kuroba: "..."

Kaito Kuroba almost lost his composure.

Is he some kind of mask wholesaler?

Why are so many people coming to him to make masks?!

……

late at night.

Vermouth awoke abruptly, her pupils contracting sharply in the darkness.

Beside the bed, a tall, dark figure stood silently, like a ghost seeping from the earth.

My heart clenched instantly!

Vermouth felt a cold sweat instantly break out on her back, and one hand swiftly reached under the pillow and grabbed the gun underneath.

"Wow, you're quite alert."

Qingze looked at him with a mocking expression, his scarlet eyes gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

"Koniak!"

Vermouth gritted her teeth as she looked at the person who had appeared in her room like a ghost.

This guy is going to give me a heart attack sooner or later!

Qingze was already used to this tone. He walked silently to the armchair next to him and calmly sat down in the darkness.

What mission are you on today?

Vermouth sat up.

A soft "click" sounded in the darkness. The flame of the lighter suddenly blazed, briefly tearing through the darkness.

The firelight illuminated Vermouth's beautiful, mocking face, and also lit up Qingze, who was leaning back in his chair.

He was still wearing the same clothes he had worn during the day, without a single wrinkle, like a ghost who hadn't slept all night.

She glanced at the glowing screen of her phone: 2 a.m.

"Ha, staying up all night to disturb my peaceful sleep?"

She lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and the scarlet light flickered in the darkness.

Qingze crossed his legs, his posture languid:

"This is to keep an eye on you. Living under the same roof with so many dangerous people, of course we have to be careful."

Who knows if someone might sneak up to the third floor, enter a few girls' rooms, and try to do something?

Qingze never had any expectations of the character of the people in the organization.

Vigilance is essential.

Vermouth elegantly flicked her cigarette ash, her chin slightly raised, her eyes appearing exceptionally sharp behind the smoke:

“In their eyes, you are probably the dangerous element who would launch a night raid.”

"Ha ha……"

Qingze, who had indeed launched a night raid, chuckled.

He leaned back lazily, resting his chin on one hand, his scarlet eyes like two unquenchable eerie flames in the darkness.

"Tell me, what mission are you on?"

"When did you become interested in the mission?"

"At this point in time, getting them to impersonate your bodyguards is definitely not an easy task. I'm certainly interested."

"It's just about making connections with the US military stationed in Japan."

"You got together?"

"That's it."

Chapter 417 Oh no, I've been flirted with!

Vermouth exhaled a puff of smoke, the cigarette between her fingers flickering.

Amidst the swirling smoke, her gaze was fixed on the blurry yet extremely imposing figure in the darkness, and then her tone abruptly changed.

"That Hondo Eisuke, isn't he Kir's younger brother? And that Sera Masumi, she's no pushover either. Are you just going to leave her like this?"

"You should know that once your identity is exposed to them, Xiaolan will immediately be in danger."

Qingze certainly knew their identities.

Sera Masumi had seen him with white hair and red eyes before; he was also a detective, and there was a very high chance she would discover his identity.

He shook his head, recalling Sera Masumi's words.

"I'm not a bloodthirsty person."

He wasn't that heartless to kill a friend who cared about Xiaolan just for a hypothetical scenario.

"Besides, if I did that, she would hate me."

Vermouth clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. "You're afraid she'll hate you so you let danger linger around her? Koniak, you're so selfish."

Qingze felt like he was being morally blackmailed.

He sneered, "Is this the first day you've known I'm selfish? You're not afraid she'll hate you, then go ahead and get rid of them."

They actually tried to sow discord among them.

Vermouth's eyes flashed, but she neither said she would clean it up nor that she wouldn't.

She warned, "Keep your identity well hidden, focus on your acting, and don't let it get leaked one day."

"You don't need to worry about that."

Vermouth stubbed out her cigarette, extinguishing the last spark, and the room returned to darkness.

Her voice, however, carried an unprecedented solemnity, piercing straight through the darkness:

"Control your mental state and don't hurt her."

Qingze twirled the lighter in his hand, the silver light swirling between his fingertips.

With a soft hiss, the flame was ignited, and then the lid was closed again.

In the brief flash of firelight, Qingze met Vermouth's gaze without flinching:

“I care about her more than you do.”

……

Early in the morning, Ran Mouri drew back the curtains.

The outside world was completely white, and the light reflected off the snow was exceptionally bright.

Wow, so much snow!

Sonoko also came over to look, "It looks like a great place to build a snowman."

"Let's go build a snowman later."

Stepping out of her room, Ran Mouri knocked on Aozawa's door.

There was no movement in Qingze's room for a long time. She opened the door and saw that the quilt on the bed was neatly made up and the room was empty.

"What about people?"

With a question in her mind, she went down to the living room on the first floor. Qingze was sitting on the sofa watching TV, holding a cup of black tea in his hand.

"Huh? You're up so early today!"

She was somewhat surprised.

If he has nothing to do, Qingze usually sleeps until he naturally wakes up, and he would never get up this early.

She walked over, her gaze falling on the cup in his hand. "Drinking such strong tea so early in the morning?"

"Refreshing".

Looking to perk you up first thing in the morning?

"You didn't get any rest, did you?" Ran Mouri puffed out her cheeks.

Seeing her like this, Qingze smiled and pulled her to sit down.

I took a short nap.

Hearing him say that, Ran Mouri knew that he had stayed up all night again.

She sighed, her voice earnest:

"Staying up late is bad for your health; you should rest when you need to."

"Hmm." Qingze responded, then paused, "This is a special case."

Ran Mouri's mind raced, and she instantly understood: "Is it because they're here...you're worried about them?"

"Hmm." Qingze did not deny it, and picked up the teacup to take a sip.

Ran Mouri's heart felt as if it were enveloped in warm spring water, a feeling of warmth spreading through her.

Looking at his serene profile, a gentle smile involuntarily curved her lips:

"So... my knight, did he keep watch all night?"

This sense of security, this feeling of being silently protected, filled her heart with an indescribable sweetness and peace of mind.

"Let me see," she leaned closer, a hint of tenderness in her eyes, and gently cupped his face in her hands, examining him carefully. "Do you have dark circles under your eyes?"

Qingze's skin was indeed exceptionally good. Even after staying up all night, there was only a faint trace of fatigue under his eyes, and his skin remained smooth and showed no signs of weariness.

He obediently let her hold him, his gaze fixed on her face so close to his.

The girl's warm breath, carrying the fresh scent unique to the morning, brushed lightly against his cheek.

Suddenly, his pupils dilated slightly, almost imperceptibly.