Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

unhappy.

She turned around and saw Qingze leaning against the villa entrance, looking at her.

She pulled Yuanzi across the courtyard and stood directly in front of Qingze.

She tilted her head slightly, her clear pupils meeting Qingze's smiling eyes.

Qingze's eyebrows twitched slightly, his voice tinged with amusement, "Curious about what she told me?"

"Ah."

Ran Mouri nodded without hesitation.

Qingze parted his lips slightly, his words sure to be startling:

"She wants to sleep with me."

"Huh?!" The air froze instantly.

Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki were frozen in place, their eyes wide open.

Sonoko Suzuki even instinctively covered her mouth.

This...this is too...blatant!

The two stiffly turned their necks and looked at Qingze again.

His expression remained calm, the faint smile on his lips unchanged, and his eyes were open and honest, without a trace of joking.

He's serious!

A surge of anger exploded in her chest. Ran Mouri turned to look at Fryward, her eyes gleaming coldly.

This woman actually wants to sleep with her Aze. Does she really think Ran Mouri is easy to bully?

Qingze took in the surging anger and possessiveness in her eyes.

The curve of his lips deepened, and he leaned forward slightly, his warm breath brushing against Ran Mouri's ear.

"Lan...you have to protect me well."

Ran Mouri's ears tickled from his words, and her face flushed slightly.

Sonoko Suzuki heard this too, and her expression turned sarcastic.

She was a little puzzled. Why would someone who was so strong like to act weak in front of Xiaolan?

Is this some kind of romantic interest?

I have to say, it's pretty cool.

I'll ask Xiaolan for advice another day on how to get Azhen to act cute towards her too.

……

The car that came to pick up Vermouth and the others parked in front of the villa, and the group watched them leave.

As the taillights disappeared into the snow, Hondo Eisuke sighed inwardly.

I originally wanted to ask Xiaolan to inquire with Vermouth about their purpose in coming to the mountains, but I never found the opportunity.

However, we've already obtained enough information this time, so we can't be greedy.

He turned his gaze to Ran Mouri and asked with an innocent and curious air:

"Xiao Lan, when did you become Miss Chris's apprentice?"

"A few months ago, I did a cameo role on a film set and met Miss Chris. Miss Chris said I had a lot of talent and took me on as her student..."

"Huh? Ran, are you planning to become an actress in the future?" Sera Masumi asked in surprise.

"I don't know," Ran Mouri sighed, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"I'd like to be an actor, but I'm also not so keen on it."

She has no plans for her future. The issues of consciousness swapping and organization stand in her way. Without resolving these two issues, any plans for the future are meaningless.

"Why don't you want to?" Sonoko asked, puzzled.

Being a celebrity is so great—glamorous, surrounded by thousands of fans.

With Sonoko Suzuki supporting her, there's no need to fear the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry.

"I'm afraid that once I enter the entertainment industry, I won't be able to do what I want to do anymore," Ran Mouri said with a smile and a shake of her head.

She has met many celebrities, including singers, actors, and directors, and has a certain understanding of the entertainment industry.

It was a very complicated place, a huge arena of fame and fortune, and also a strange place.

There are still many difficulties ahead, and she is not yet ready to face the future.

"With me, Sonoko Suzuki, around, Ran, you can go wherever you want!"

Sonoko Suzuki thumped her chest loudly, raised her chin, and declared with boundless pride, "I'll throw money at you to protect you!"

Ran Mouri's eyes crinkled into crescents as she was amused: "Thank you, Sonoko! But it's too early to talk about that now, we're still high school students."

She smiled, her gaze sweeping over her friends, the sunlight seeming to dance on their shoulders.

The teenagers are at the best age, full of youthful vigor, forging ahead with confidence, and brimming with hope for the future and anticipation for tomorrow.

The topic of the future is never dull, and Ran Mouri asked a few friends with great interest:

"What do you all want to do in the future?"

"Me?" Sera Masumi grinned, revealing her signature little fangs, her tone resolute. "That goes without saying, of course I'll become a famous detective!"

"Hey, you're a detective now, you know!" Sonoko immediately retorted.

"Hondo, what about you?" Ran looked at the quiet Hondo Eisuke.

Hondo Eisuke pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses clear and firm: "I want to...be a policeman who can dispel the gloom."

He will become a CIA agent, fighting darkness and crime.

"Wow, a champion of justice! Cool!" Sonoko gave a thumbs up.

"Sonoko, what about you? Don't just talk about us." Ran laughed and threw the question back at her.

Sonoko Suzuki, hands on her hips, with an expression that said "Is this even a question?", pointed at Ran:

"If Xiaolan wants to be a dazzling superstar, then I'll reluctantly become a powerful female CEO! And be your number one sugar daddy!"

The boys talked about the future.

That seemingly distant future is actually already unfolding beneath our feet.

Just keep going, and you will eventually arrive.

Qingze stood quietly by the window on the third floor, listening to the laughter and conversation of the people below, his gaze fixed on the distant, rolling, silent mountains and forests.

The winter mountain wind ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, bringing a chill with it.

What is his future...?

Chapter 421 Is she Vermouth's daughter?

Ekoda, the Kuroba family.

Kaito Kuroba, sporting enormous dark circles under his eyes, slumped beside the dining table like a wilted blade of grass after a frost.

He looked at Kuroba Chikage, who had just finished washing up and was walking into the restaurant looking radiant, and his voice was as faint as a wandering ghost:

"mom……"

Kuroba Chikage was startled by her son's appearance, put down her coffee cup, and frowned slightly.

"Kaito? Did a female demon drain your yang energy in the middle of the night?"

"Ugh……"

Kaito Kuroba let out a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, wanting only to shed a tear of bitterness for himself.

That silver-haired monster last night was inhuman; he was treated like a free laborer all night!

No lights are allowed, only flashlights are permitted!

His skillful hands and eyes, which he used to perform magic tricks, seem to be ruined!

“Last night… a man,” Kaito said weakly, as if each word weighed a ton, “came into my room, radiating murderous intent… held a gun to my head… and forced me to make a disguise mask all night…”

The lazy smile that Kuroba Chikage usually wore vanished instantly.

Her eyes suddenly sharpened like knives, and her voice turned cold: "Who is it?"

“I don’t know their exact identity,” Kaito shook his head dejectedly, “but… they’re probably from that brewery. They’re the only ones who know my background right now.”

"Tsk..." Kuroba Chikage rubbed his temples in annoyance, feeling that trouble was coming his way.

Once you start something like this, you can't stop; there will be a second time after the first.

Unless those in the know keep quiet forever.

She made a quick decision: "We can't stay here. We need to move."

For now, we can only avoid their sharp edge.

Even if those guys want to 'hire' free labor again next time, they'll have to find out where the new guy's home is first!

"Are you...really moving out?" Kaito suddenly looked up, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the window—the familiar house next door stood quietly.

His eyes were filled with undisguised disappointment and longing.

Kuroba Chikage saw right through her son's thoughts, feeling both annoyed and amused:

"It's just a change of accommodation, not a transfer to another school! Look at you, so pathetic."

"Oh……"

Kaito's tense shoulders instantly relaxed, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Kuroba Chikage looked at her son and sighed helplessly: "How can a phantom thief not have a few safe houses? If someone corners you at home and turns you into dumplings, you're finished."

Her tone carried the感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex feeling or sentiment) of someone who had been through it all.

When she retired, wasn't it because the risks were too high to bear?

In the world of thieves, fame is a double-edged sword; the more dazzling the reputation, the more venomous snakes lurk in the shadows.

"I'm going out for a bit to have a few high-end security monitoring systems custom-made." Hei Yuqianying picked up her coat and instructed, "You stay home and get some rest."

"Okay..." Kaito replied listlessly, watching his mother leave.

……

On the winding mountain road, a black SUV drove along, its snow tires leaving deep tracks on the snow.

The driver who arrived went to deal with the broken-down car, which had four people inside, including Vodka.

Vermouth leaned against the passenger seat, yawning wearily one after another.

No one spoke; the car was eerily quiet. Vodka felt a bit bored and wanted to play some of his favorite songs, but he refrained from doing so out of consideration for his image.

He steered the car, glancing at Vermouth. "You're yawning all the time, didn't you sleep well?"

"yes……"

Vermouth looked out the window and sighed softly.

How could she possibly sleep well with someone disturbing her sleep in the middle of the night?

Vodka was just making conversation out of boredom; he had no intention of caring why she wasn't sleeping well.

"Ran Mouri is actually your daughter, isn't she? That's why you like her so much."

This conjecture had been ongoing for a long time without being confirmed, so Vodka simply asked directly.

Vermouth paused for a moment upon hearing this, her expression suddenly turning cold as she looked out the window in silence.

Outside the window, the entire world was covered in white, and the branches under the snow were as black as ink, like a silent play in death.

daughter……

She lowered her eyes, concealing the sorrow within.

Vodka keenly sensed that something was amiss.