Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Just now at Poirot Cafe, my brother only glanced at Qingze casually, without any special reaction.

Does this mean that Qingze has no connection with Koniak?

"I've seen you before. How so?"

Sera Masumi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Since they've met before, it means Qingze and Koniak are not the same person. Otherwise, how could his brother not recognize them?

She shook her head. "It's nothing, Brother Xiu, you can continue."

Shuichi Akai looked at her, his gaze undiminished.

The doubts about Qingze that had already dissipated resurfaced.

“Koniak is a very dangerous man. His position in the organization is no less than Gin’s. If you have any leads on him, be sure to tell me.”

"Well, I will."

Shuichi Akai continued, picking up where he left off: "The other people's features aren't very distinctive, making them difficult to identify..."

“Vodka, Cohen, and Fred, I saw them yesterday.” Sera Masumi briefly recounted what had happened the day before.

Shuichi Akai narrowed his eyes. "The car broke down, and you had to stay overnight in the mountains. What a coincidence?"

Vermouth even directly stated their code name.

What does she mean?

"Take me to see my mother."

"I'll tell my mom first."

"Ah."

……

"Achoo—" Haibara sneezed.

Several children have returned from the hospital and are on their way home.

Seeing Ai sneeze, Ayumi quickly asked, "Ai, are you catching a cold?"

"It's getting dark, the temperature is dropping, and it's a bit cold."

"Here, take my scarf." Ayumi took off her scarf and reached out to tie it on Haibara.

Haibara let her tie the scarf around her neck, a faint smile on her face.

Suddenly, her pupils contracted sharply, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Ahead, Shuichi Akai, dressed in a black trench coat, walked over with a cold expression, his gaze casually falling on a few children in front of him.

Haibara looked at him, her pupils suddenly shrinking.

Shuichi Akai?

No, this feeling is not right...

She lowered her head, trying to control her trembling body, and covered half of her face with her scarf.

Chapter 429 Getting Better and Better at Flirting

The Mori family home, third floor, living room.

Ran Mouri glanced at the cigarette butts in the trash can and then placed the finished sushi on the table.

Seeing Ran come out of the kitchen, Kogoro Mori quickly hid the can of beer he had just taken a sip of behind his back.

He felt like he was going to die after being ordered to quit smoking and drinking.

Ran Mouri saw it, her eyebrows furrowed, and she reached out her hand.

"Dad! Take it out!"

Kogoro Mouri reluctantly took out the beer.

Ran Mouri glared at him, poured out the beer, and threw the bottle into the trash can.

"Dad, don't think I don't know you're smoking and drinking when I'm not home! If you don't quit smoking, your body won't be able to hold up for long!"

"I didn't drink it..." Kogoro Mouri, of course, couldn't admit it. "My beer was just opened, I haven't drunk a drop!"

Ran Mouri could not possibly believe him. She stared at her father for a while, watching his stubborn refusal to admit his mistake, then went into the kitchen, grabbed a can of beer, and put it on the table.

She smiled, spoke gently, and her expression held a hint of indulgence towards a terminally ill patient:

"Dad, it's okay. Drink if you want, smoke a lot too. It's enough that Mom is here at my wedding. I'll ask Sonoko to introduce Mom to some rich, handsome, and wealthy older men so she can have some more dating..."

"When I have children in the future, I will take them to the cemetery to visit your grave..."

"If my child asks how his grandfather died, I'll tell him that his grandfather died from drinking and smoking..."

The first two sentences were normal enough, but as Kogoro Mouri listened, he became increasingly uneasy, as if his own death was imminent.

"Hey! How can you curse your father to death like that!"

Ran Mouri sighed, "I was just talking about the future that might happen. I guess it won't be long. I don't even know if Dad will be able to celebrate my 18th birthday with me..."

Hearing that mournful tone, Kogoro Mouri got goosebumps. Was it really that serious?

Why is it acting like he's going to die tomorrow...?

"I won't drink anymore, I promise!"

"It's okay, you can smoke a lot. There's not much time left anyway, so don't make things difficult for yourself..."

Kogoro Mouri couldn't stand his daughter's antics any longer and shouted, "I'm not smoking anymore! I really won't smoke anymore!"

"I could hear the noise from outside the door. Kogoro, what are you shouting for?" Eri Kisaki opened the door and entered the room, her gaze falling on her husband.

Ran Mouri smiled and looked at her mother, "Dad promised me that he won't smoke or drink anymore."

"A guarantee is one thing, but whether it can actually be delivered is another."

“It’s okay if Dad can’t do it. Mom and I are doing just fine on our own.”

Eri knew immediately what scheme her daughter had devised, and she said with a smile:

"That's great! From now on, when the two of us live together, there won't be any more smell of alcohol, and the house will smell fresh."

"I'm not dead yet!!"

Kogoro Mouri was practically roaring.

He threw out his cigarette pack and lighter, shouting, "I'll quit! I'll quit right now!"

Ran Mouri smiled and put away the cigarettes and lighter.

After finishing her meal, she walked to the bedroom window and casually opened it.

The winter night wind immediately rushed in, hitting my face with a sharp, stinging sensation.

She was about to close the window a little smaller when her gaze casually swept downstairs, but suddenly stopped.

A familiar car quietly glided into view and came to a steady stop downstairs.

The car window rolled down, and the person inside looked up, focusing precisely on her window, then smiled and waved at her.

A smile involuntarily spread across her lips.

She turned around, almost skipping with joy as she changed her shoes, and hurried downstairs.

With her hands behind her back, she nimbly skipped to the car.

She bent down slightly and looked into the driver's seat. When she saw what was on the passenger seat, her smile deepened, as if tiny starlight had fallen into it.

"Have you eaten yet?" she asked in a light voice.

"Not yet, I'll go in a bit."

Qingze looked at her cheeks, which were slightly red from the wind, and smiled as he handed her a tote bag. "This is for you."

What is it?

Ran Mouri took it and opened it with curiosity. Inside were several bracelets and pendants with similar designs, made of metal, gleaming with a delicate and soft luster under the streetlights.

“Locaters,” Aozawa explained. “Sera Masumi’s relationship with her brother has been exposed, so it’s certain that Gin is targeting her. Try to give these to your friends and have them wear them as much as possible.”

As he spoke, he took out two slightly larger bags. "These are two watches, and they also contain locators. They're for your parents."

Ran Mouri accepted them one by one, feeling both grateful and incredibly secure.

The appearance of the fake Shuichi Akai was only in the evening, just a few hours ago, yet Aozawa has already provided a solution.

Did you make these yourself?

She picked up a bracelet and examined it closely. The chain was slender, and the design was simple and elegant, with no apparent intricacies. The other bracelets were roughly similar, except for the subtle patterns carved on them.

"I'm not good at everything." Qingze chuckled, his eyes softening. "These were all pre-ordered, so they're just coming in handy."

Then, he picked up the bunch of chamomile from the passenger seat and handed it to her.

"I saw this bouquet of flowers on the way and thought it looked nice, so I bought it."

Ran Mouri took the bouquet and held it in her arms.

A delicate fragrance, mingled with the chill of a winter night, wafted up in wisps.

The smile on her face never stopped, and her heart seemed to be illuminated by the small bouquet of flowers and the person in front of her.

"It's cold outside," Qingze urged gently, "Let's go upstairs quickly."

"Hmm..." Ran Mouri nodded, but didn't turn around immediately. Instead, she blinked and said softly, "Put your head out a little."

Qingze raised an eyebrow slightly and, as instructed, leaned his upper body out of the car window.

The next second, her cool, soft lips gently pressed against his cheek.

The lips touched and parted in an instant, as quickly as a feather brushing past, yet leaving a clear, soft sensation.

Ran Mouri, holding the flowers and paper bag, stepped back slightly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him with a hint of triumphant playfulness.

“Compared to flowers,” she said softly, but each word was clear, “I prefer my Aze.”

After saying that, she stopped looking at his slightly stunned expression, turned around and ran into the stairwell like a happy little bird returning to its nest, her steps light and cheerful.

Qingze stood there, stunned, until her figure completely disappeared behind the door, before slowly raising his hand and touching the spot where she had just been kissed.

There seemed to be a lingering coolness and soft dampness there.

After a while, a low laugh escaped from his throat, echoing in the quiet carriage.

"Sonoko Suzuki must have taught her some flirting techniques; she's getting better and better at it..."

How come he's not an adult yet?

uncomfortable.

Chapter 430 He is Koniak, then it makes sense.

Ran Mouri carried the flowers back to the third floor. As soon as she entered, she was met with her mother Eri Kisaki's knowing gaze, which held a smile.

"Oh—" Eri drawled, her gaze sweeping over the bouquet in the woman's arms and her beaming face. "You received flowers? You're smiling so sweetly."

Kogoro Mouri, standing to the side, looked up from behind his newspaper, pursed his lips, but ultimately said nothing.

Since he has already tacitly accepted his daughter's relationship, it seems a bit inappropriate for him to then adopt a fatherly stance of disapproval.

Ran Mouri's ears burned slightly at her mother's teasing. She smiled, pursed her lips, and quickly slipped into her bedroom.

She carefully placed the bouquet of fresh chamomile into the vase by the window, then picked up the two bags containing the watches and returned to the living room.

She sat down on the tatami mat and took her mother's hand.

Under Eri's slightly puzzled gaze, he gently placed the elegantly designed women's watch on her wrist.

"It suits you perfectly." Ran Mouri examined it closely, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

Eri raised an eyebrow and looked down at her wrist. The dial was simple, without any conspicuous brand logo, but the workmanship was exquisite, and the feel was warm to the touch; it was clearly a carefully crafted item.

Ran Mouri did the same thing, taking her father Kogoro Mouri's hand and putting a men's watch on his wrist.

The two watches share a consistent style, with strong and soft lines complementing each other, clearly making them a pair.