Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

At this distance, Qingze looked closely at her face, and the corners of his lips turned up even more sharply.

He leaned slightly closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

"You like it so much, your face is all red."

Ran Mouri got goosebumps instantly, her heart rate spiked, and not only her face but even her ears turned red.

Qingze was pleased with her reaction and gently kissed her ear.

Then, he stepped back half a step and bent down slightly.

"It's cold outside, get in the car, my Miss Lan."

Ran Mouri felt like she was floating, dizzy, as if she had been drinking.

I can't take it, I can't take it!

The car door closed, and Ran Mouri sat in the passenger seat, chuckling to herself, looking completely bewitched by the succubus.

Qingze found it somewhat amusing. "Does he really like it that much? He's practically dumbfounded."

"I'm not stupid! I'm amazing!"

Ran Mouri turned her face to the side, her eyes glued to the screen.

"You look especially handsome in a suit, you should wear it more often."

Qingze started the car, turned the steering wheel with one hand, and remained calm and composed in the face of praise.

"It only looks amazing when worn occasionally, so you can take a second look when I wear it."

Yes, yes, yes~

Have you had breakfast?

"I've already eaten. What about you?"

Qingze looked up, saw the milk tea shop by the roadside, and slowly stepped on the brakes to stop the car.

"I want bubble tea. Full sugar, no tapioca pearls."

He looked at Ran Mouri and winked knowingly.

"Why drink bubble tea if you don't want pearls?"

"No, I don't want to."

Ran Mouri felt that the person in front of her was like a magnificent big cat with its tail held high, making her want to pounce on it and suckle its belly.

Ran Mouri unbuckled her seatbelt and her gaze fell on the tie.

She reached out her hand, and then exerted a little force.

Qingze leaned towards her, looking at her with innocent blinking eyes.

Their lips met, Ran Mouri marked the spot, and then she got out of the car to buy him milk tea.

Watching her walk into the milk tea shop, Qingze touched his lips, lost in thought.

"So ties are for pulling..."

Before long, a warm milk tea with a straw was placed in front of me.

Looking at his face, Ran Mouri suddenly smiled.

Qingze took the milk tea and took a sip, puzzled.

He wiped away the lipstick mark that had just been left on his face, leaving a red mark at the corner of his mouth.

Ran Mouri took out a wet wipe from her bag and gently wiped him down.

Qingze let her wipe him, then lifted the mirror on the sun visor and looked at himself.

"It's all gone, don't look anymore."

Qingze's gaze fell on her lips, and he took a bite of the straw.

"Fasten your seatbelt."

"Ah."

As the car merged into traffic, Ran Mouri touched up her lipstick and took out her phone to browse her social media feed.

Her post yesterday received quite a few likes and comments, but she didn't reply to any of them.

I scrolled through the pages again and came across Fryward's "Tasting Notes".

She narrowed her eyes slightly and commented.

[I also have a bottle of this wine at home; it's sweet and delicious. /Sun]

Chapter 474 I admire you to the core

The reply came quickly.

Although it's sweet, Cognac has a high alcohol content, so don't be fooled by the sweetness and get drunk. Also, children shouldn't drink alcohol/blink.

Seeing these pointed words, Ran Mouri gave a soft hum, feeling somewhat stifled and unsure how to respond.

Qingze turned his head and saw that her cheeks were slightly puffed out. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Someone shared their wine tasting experience with me."

"Share your wine tasting experiences with you?" He chuckled. "You don't even drink, why would I tell you that?"

Ran Mouri's cheeks puffed out even more.

That's hardly a wine tasting reflection; it's blatant covetousness!

"It was Fred, she said Koniac was delicious."

Qingze raised an eyebrow: "And then? Did you talk to her?"

"Um……"

“If you respond to her like that, you’ll fall into her trap. No matter how you respond, you won’t get the better of her. On the contrary, ignoring her from the start is the best counterattack.”

"I'm just not feeling well."

That being said, who could resist responding?

What's the difference between saying that and saying "Your boyfriend tastes really good"?

Qingze laughed, "If you're not happy, go and meet her in person."

"That's not necessarily true..." Ran Mouri immediately deflated.

Seeing her so upset over something someone said, Qingze smiled with pleasure.

"Then just pretend that they are really talking about their wine tasting experiences, and don't try to understand her hidden meaning."

"That's all we can do..."

Ran Mouri typed with her head down:

[Thanks for reminding me, but I don't usually drink alcohol /cute]

After replying with that message, and receiving no further response, Ran Mouri let out a sigh of relief and closed her phone.

"To be honest, I've never properly tasted a Cognac before."

Ran Mouri gazed at the flowing street scene outside the window, her tone tinged with a touch of melancholy.

Although I drank with my father using Qingze's body last time, I had no sense of taste then, so it was no different from drinking plain water.

"There's nothing good to drink."

Qingze looked ahead and gently shook his head.

When he first got the code name, he researched it out of curiosity, trying various brands of cognac, but they were nothing special.

Among drinks, he prefers vodka and white rum—pure in taste, light in aroma, and not harsh on the throat.

If he really had to say what he likes to drink, he likes Coca-Cola.

Ran Mouri turned to look at him. "Is there any connection between the name of the drink and the person who owns it?"

Qingze pondered for a moment, "Male members are mostly codenamed after spirits, while female members are more often codenamed after wine or fruit wine, which usually have a lower alcohol content."

"Many people feel that their nicknames are particularly compatible with them—this mentality is similar to believing in astrology and tarot, and both belong to the Barnum effect."

"Barnum effect?"

"It's that people easily assume that vague, general personality descriptions specifically apply to themselves."

Qingze explained briefly, "But in reality, most of these code names are just used whichever is available, and some are even directly inherited. For example, Rum took it from his father."

Ran Mouri nodded slightly. The internal rules of these organizations are indeed difficult for outsiders to know.

"So... are there different levels of status among the names and codes of liquor?"

"It has nothing to do with the code name itself, it all depends on the person."

Qingze turned the steering wheel, his tone flat:

"Some people think the six base spirits are special, but tequila is long dead, and vodka is just a subordinate of gin."

"Rum and Gin do have high status, but that has nothing to do with their codenames."

"What about the remaining two types of base spirits?" Ran Mouri pressed.

"Brandy...and whiskey."

Qingze lightly tapped the steering wheel with his fingertip, and related memories quickly flashed through his mind.

He seemed to have never heard anyone mention these two code names before.

But how could the code name for the base liquor not be used?

The types of alcohol are already limited, so it would be a waste of resources to leave even the names of the base spirits unused.

Since I haven't heard of them, it can only mean that someone is using these two code names, but the user is very well hidden and has never been exposed to the public.

It's even possible that it's someone close to the BOSS.

“I haven’t heard of those two codenames before, so I don’t know what they mean. But Vermouth should know something…”

As the BOSS's most favored person, Vermouth naturally knows the most about the organization's secrets.

Although Rum wielded great power, he was no match for her in this regard.

The car slowly drove into Yokohama and parked in the outdoor parking lot of the Sky Gate.

Ran Mouri got out of the car and looked up at the building in front of her.

"Wow, it really looks like a door to the sky!"

The two towers in front of us, one to the east and one to the west, stand firmly on the coast like a pair of pillars supporting the sky.

The curved glass curtain wall gleams with a silvery-blue luster in the sunlight, like a huge piece of meticulously polished crystal, while the massive arched portico at the top connects the two towers.

From a distance, it looks just like a towering gate to heaven.

“It is indeed spectacular,” Qingze whispered in agreement.

A photograph can never convey the awe of being there.

"I don't know why, but now when I see a newly opened building like this, I always have a feeling that it might explode."

Ran Mouri's mind flashed to the twin skyscrapers of Nagaiwa City. The building was similar to the one in front of her, yet completely different.

A faint, ambiguous smile appeared on Qingze's lips.

"Oh? Have you thought about how you'll escape if something really happens?"

Ran Mouri looked up again.

If an explosion occurs and someone is trapped at such a height, they can either rush down the fire escape, cross the skybridge connecting the two towers, or head to the rooftop helipad to await rescue.

If all these methods are blocked, then we can only try to find a way out of this desperate situation.

“I once tied a fire hose around my waist and jumped off the twin towers, trying to escape across floors…”

That was a last resort, the only way out she could think of in that desperate situation.

Qingze remained silent for a long while before uttering a single word in a low voice: