Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Moreover, social media accounts are quite private, and the relationship between "colleagues" is not enough.

She declined gently and politely, "Sorry, Aze doesn't want to add me as a friend."

Rejected again, Fryward's smile remained unchanged. She took the opportunity to lean back slightly and handed the phone to Ran Mouri.

"Will you add me as a friend? We can always be friends, right?"

Chapter 419 Next Time, I'll Fulfill Your Wishes

After thinking for a moment, Ran Mouri nodded. "Okay."

She rarely posts on LINE, so adding her as a friend isn't a big deal.

She was also a little curious about what this Frederick was up to.

Add me as a friend; I can test the waters later.

Seeing the two add each other as friends, Qingze lowered his eyes, took a sip of red tea, and showed no joy or sorrow.

There are always some people who want to provoke trouble, who like to dance on the edge of a knife, who know that some people are not to be touched, but still can't resist doing it.

That's good. We've been teaching for so long, but we haven't had an exam yet.

Let him see what kind of answer she can give.

Vermouth's gaze fell on Freward, carrying a cold scrutinizing intent.

Flaward met Vermouth's gaze and innocently shrugged. "Don't look at me like that. I really just want to make a friend. I have absolutely no other intentions."

“Miss Flaward,” Sera Masumi’s eyes flashed, and she immediately seized the opportunity, also taking out her phone, “Want to be friends?”

“Sure!” Fryward readily agreed, his tone enthusiastic. “I really enjoy parties, so please invite me next time you have one!”

Sonoko and Hondo Eisuke also responded and took the opportunity to add Fryward as a friend.

Taking advantage of the excitement of adding friends, Vodka silently pushed his black phone, screen up, in front of Ran Mouri.

Ran Mouri looked up at him, and their eyes met silently in the air through her sunglasses.

After a few seconds of silence, just as Vodka was about to put his phone away, thinking she would refuse, Ran Mouri tapped her finger and added her as a friend.

Vodka was starting to have some doubts.

What exactly is Ran Mouri's attitude towards him?

Just as he was wondering what was going on, Sera Masumi had already handed him her phone with a grin: "Mr. Vodka, let's add each other as friends!"

"Me too!" Hondo Eisuke immediately chimed in.

"Then I'll join too," Sonoko said, joining in the fun.

Vodka, seizing the opportunity, added it all without hesitation.

As a hacker, he doesn't post anything on LINE, nor does he post anything about himself; adding friends is irrelevant to him.

Sera Masumi was secretly delighted; the harvest from this trip had far exceeded her expectations!

Not only were their codenames and real appearances confirmed, but they even obtained the two people's social media accounts!

Even if the account is empty, the registration information, the linked email address... these are all potential sources of intelligence.

This feeling of the enemy being in the open while she was in the dark filled her with confidence for the investigation to come.

After finishing breakfast, Qingze pushed open the villa door and stepped onto the snow-white earth.

Outside, everything was white, with a faint light shining through the clouds. The valley was wide open, dazzlingly white.

The exhaled hot air condenses into white mist in the air before dissipating.

He checked the car, drove around a couple of times, picked up a twig, and used it to draw a chibi-style horned girl on the hood of the car, tracing the snow with the twig.

Looking at the little head sticking out its tongue on the car, Qingze smiled inexplicably.

He added a hand, drawing a fishing rod and a fish.

The girl caught a big fish and stuck out her tongue, laughing triumphantly.

He nodded in satisfaction, took out his phone, snapped a picture, and posted it on social media, something he rarely does.

"It's so cute."

Fryward's voice came from beside him.

She had approached unnoticed and was examining the cartoonish figure on the hood with great interest, a playful smile curving her lips.

Qingze had noticed her approach long ago. There was no one else around, so he stopped pretending and looked at the person in front of him with an indifferent expression, a chilling and terrifying killing intent descending upon him.

Faced with this murderous aura, Fryward's spine instantly tensed like a bowstring, and the hair on his body stood on end, as if he had encountered the most apex predator, and his body felt an instinctive fear.

However, the next second, she licked her red lips and made an almost pleasurable "tsk" sound. Instead of fear, her eyes shone with excitement.

She met Qingze's eyes, her voice trembling slightly with excitement:

"What a terrifying aura... How many people must have been killed to cultivate this kind of power?"

I used to think that Gin's coldness was already the ultimate... but I never imagined that Koniak was the true ultimate temptation!

"Do you want to die?"

Qingze made no threats; his voice was calm and indifferent, and his expression remained unchanged.

Faced with this blatant threat, Fryward not only did not back down, but became even more excited, a current of fear mixed with extreme pleasure coursing through his limbs.

She stared into Qingze's eyes, which were strikingly bright and filled with a kind of morbid infatuation. Her words were direct and explicit:

"I want to die in your bed, please give me a chance."

Hearing these blatant, almost provocative words, Qingze's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes revealed undisguised disgust.

Fryward, the organization's top assassin in the United States, is skilled in infiltration and assassination. He is confident, decisive, and assertive yet also shrewd and adept at disguise.

He didn't know much about the other person; this was their second meeting.

From the brief contact, she seemed to enjoy the excitement and thrill of dancing on the edge of a knife, and had a strong desire to conquer.

Tsk, someone who becomes an assassin, definitely isn't normal in some way.

"Next time, I'll grant your wish."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Watching Qingze leave, Flaward's gaze fell on the car's hood. Looking at the chibi-style figure on it, she smiled and added two strokes, drawing two teardrops.

Such an innocent, pure, and beautiful little girl, she must look so beautiful when she cries.

I really look forward to seeing your faith crumble.

Inside the villa, Sonoko stood by the window and whispered something to Koran.

"Xiao Lan, you need to keep an eye on that Miss Fred!"

"why?"

Ran Mouri was puzzled by Sonoko's sudden reminder.

Has Sonoko noticed Flyward's unusual behavior?

Sonoko was exasperated with the oblivious Ran, "Haven't you noticed how interested she is in Mr. Aozawa?"

"what?"

Ran Mouri was bewildered, not understanding what he meant.

It's not surprising that Fryward is curious about Qingze, after all, Qingze's identity is Koniak, such a big contrast, it's normal for him to be interested, right?

Vodka and Cohen were actually quite interested in Qingze in this state, but they were very restrained and discreet because they were worried that Qingze would cause them trouble.

Sonoko tapped her on the head impatiently, reminding her:

"I suspect she's taken a liking to Qingze, you should be careful!"

Do you like it?

Ran Mouri instantly became alert.

Seeing that the slow-witted person finally reacted, Sonoko put her hands on her hips, shook her head and sighed.

"You didn't even notice? What will you do without me, Suzuki Sonoko?"

Ran Mouri grinned and took her arm. "Isn't it because you're here?"

She just hadn't thought about it that way before; now that she's noticed, of course she'll be on guard.

Suddenly, Sonoko's gaze sharpened, and she pointed out the window.

Outside the window, there was a striking scene of Fryward and Qingze talking.

"Look! They're talking!"

Chapter 420 You'd better protect me well!

What are they saying?

Sonoko Suzuki stared intently at the other side, trying to figure out what the two were saying, but unfortunately she didn't have the skill to read lip movements, and the distance was also quite far.

Ran Mouri watched, but felt no worry whatsoever.

It can be said that she is the person who understands Qingze the most in the world, without exception.

In some ways, Qingze is quite unprincipled, but in others, his principles are frighteningly strong.

Qingze made such a big decision to accept her feelings, so how could he possibly allow a third party between them?

Therefore, she wasn't worried at all.

But not being worried doesn't mean you don't need to be careful.

God knows what some people will do to achieve their goals.

If Fryward can be a killer at the brewery, then she can't possibly be a good person.

"It's over. Qingze is gone!"

As Sonoko spoke, she tightened her grip on Ran Mouri's hand.

"Let's go ask them what they said."

Sonoko pulled Ran along and headed straight for Fred, who was standing still.

She was curious about what Miss Flaward had drawn on the hood.

Sonoko pulled Ran along and ran over, immediately spotting the chibi-style figure on the hood.

She recognized it instantly as Xiaolan. It was Qingze who had drawn it here before.

"Oh my, so cute!"

Before she could even admire it, her gaze fell on the two lines of tears curving on the chibi-style figure's face.

The two lines of tears clashed drastically with the playful expression of sticking out his tongue, creating an unusually awkward look.

In an instant, any goodwill she had felt towards Freward, which she had developed because of his cool and handsome appearance, vanished.

Standing in front of Ran Mouri, she frowned as she looked at Fryward and asked directly:

"Miss Flaward, what were you talking about with Qingze just now?"

Fryward's previously somewhat morbidly excited expression completely vanished, replaced by a faint smile.

"I just want to make friends and get to know you."

She shrugged and sighed, looking somewhat distressed. "Sigh, I got rejected again."

Looking at her, Ran Mouri thought that the people in the organization were all pretty good actors.

They can switch between various personas at will, speaking human language to humans and ghost language to ghosts.

"Qingze and Xiaolan are lovers, Miss Flaward, you mustn't interfere in their relationship."

Fryward looked at Sonoko Suzuki with a smile. "How could that be? I just want to make a friend."

Ran Mouri glanced at her calmly, then her gaze fell on the hood of the car.

The painting that Aze drew for her was destroyed before she even saw it.