Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The substandard pillar broke, tilted, and collapsed.

The connected floor slabs lost their support, emitting a sharp, agonizing groan as large chunks of concrete and steel bars crashed down like a waterfall onto the ground.

In the safety passage, the muffled sound of the explosion was filtered by the heavy fire doors and winding corridors, turning into a heart-palpitating roar and tremor that came from the soles of one's feet and deep within the walls.

The tremors, like a monster turning over from the depths of the earth, traveled up the concrete, making the soles of people's feet go numb.

Something collapsed; the walls were shaking, the metal handrails were humming and resonating, and dust and debris were falling from the ceiling.

Ayumi lost her balance during the violent jolting and fell forward, but Aoze reached out and grabbed her.

Ahead, Genta stumbled and tumbled down the stairs. Fortunately, he was stopped by the wall after only a few steps, which slowed his momentum.

Ran Mouri leaned against the wall, biting her lip tightly, and looked back at the banquet hall behind her, which was separated by a heavy fire door. Her face was pale.

Some things are beyond redemption.

Although the pillars on the roof collapsed due to the explosion, and the building's quality was questionable, it was still earthquake-resistant and did not collapse due to a few low-yield bombs.

The departure went smoothly, without any unexpected hardships or scenes that forced people to make a desperate escape.

Down in the plaza, seeing that everyone had escaped unharmed, Mitsuhiko scratched his head.

In the past, when I encountered something like this, I didn't know how many twists and turns there would be in escaping.

Now that he escaped so easily, he doesn't feel quite right about it.

Is it because Conan isn't here?

Chapter 485 Another Swap

Matsui Hidetoshi rushed over, pulling along a doctor carrying a first-aid kit. The doctor's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Brother! We need to treat your wound quickly!"

The doctor was dragged from the nearest ambulance by him, and before he could catch his breath, he was pushed to Qingze's side.

Upon seeing the condition of Qingze's back, the doctor gasped, "Oh dear, your clothes are torn on your back, and there's so much blood seeping through! Hurry to the ambulance, I'll clean it up carefully for you."

Qingze didn't feel anything, except for an unusual heaviness in the area below his shoulder blades on his back. It felt hot when he moved, and there was a sticky, sluggish feeling as if something was pulling at his skin. The fabric was clinging tightly to his skin, which was quite uncomfortable.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious," he said calmly.

"This is just a minor injury?" The doctor frowned disapprovingly. "Your clothes are pierced; it needs to be treated. It would be troublesome if there was an infection or if there was dirt in the shards. Come on, let's go to the ambulance."

Ran Mouri stood quietly to the side, her gaze fixed on Aozawa's back.

The torn areas of the dark coat were even darker, showing signs of blood soaking through. Small, sharp porcelain pieces and fragments could be seen reflecting light at the edges, scattered like stars in the fabric and flesh.

I wanted to treat it before, but I was afraid that pulling it out rashly would worsen the bleeding, so I didn't bother with it after putting out the fire with a fire extinguisher.

Although Qingze wasn't in pain, her heart ached.

She stepped forward and forcefully pulled Qingze to the ambulance.

"The doctor is right, it needs to be treated!"

They moved to an ambulance with its back door open. The doctor deftly opened the first-aid kit and took out sterilization supplies, tweezers, gauze, and scissors.

"Come on, sir, we need to cut this piece of your clothing open; it might be a bit chilly."

In winter, it's cold, so it's not convenient to take off all your clothes; you can only cut them open.

As he watched the doctor's sharp scissors approach his back, which he couldn't see, Qingze's muscles tensed.

He gripped his thigh with one hand to suppress this instinctive resistance and obediently turned to the side.

The scissors carefully cut the fabric stuck to the wound, making a slight ripping sound as the fabric was peeled away, revealing the wound underneath.

The situation is more intuitive than it appears from the outside.

It wasn't particularly serious; no vital organs or major blood vessels were damaged. However, four or five fragments of varying sizes were deeply embedded in the muscles of the back. The shallower ones only pierced the surface, while the deepest ones were estimated to be two or three centimeters deep.

The surrounding skin and flesh were rolled up, oozing blood, and there were many small pieces of debris and dust adhering to the edges of the wound and the scabs.

Ran Mouri's breath hitched.

She looked at the sharp, foreign objects embedded in her flesh, and her fingers unconsciously twitched.

She quickly took the saline-soaked gauze from the doctor: "I'll clean up the bloodstains and dust next to me."

She moved very gently and carefully, as if afraid of hurting him.

Even if he doesn't feel pain.

Qingze gently twirled a strand of Ran Mouri's hair with his fingers, circling it around his fingertips.

Wearing sterile gloves, the doctor carefully grasped the edge of a large piece of porcelain with tweezers and pulled it out steadily and quickly.

A few drops of blood were drawn out from the fragment.

Qingze's muscles instinctively contracted when the foreign object was removed.

He frowned and remained silent.

"Sir, you really have great patience." The doctor exclaimed as he performed the procedure, then removed another small fragment.

"Fortunately."

Ai Haibara's gaze shifted from Aozawa's hands, which were gripping her thigh tightly, to Aozawa's back.

The doctor made a large incision in his back, exposing his entire back.

His back was clean, without any scars left over the years, only the existing wounds that were still bleeding.

The doctor worked skillfully and quickly treated the wound, then disinfected it, applied medication, covered it with gauze, and secured it with medical tape.

"Okay, the wounds aren't deep, but there are quite a few. Be careful not to get them wet these next few days, and change the dressings on time. If you develop a fever or the redness and swelling worsen, go to the hospital immediately."

"Thank you, doctor," Qingze said politely, as if the treatment he had just received wasn't for his own back.

The doctor waved his hand and rushed off to check on other potentially injured people.

As soon as the doctor left, Qingze's expression relaxed.

His appearance at that moment was really not good. His hair was messy, and dust clung to the ends of his hair and shoulders. The back of his originally elegant and proper suit had been cut open and was now loose.

He looked at Ran Mouri, his eyes filled with grievance.

"Lan, it hurts so much..."

Upon hearing this, Matsui Hidetoshi's eyes widened, his expression one of utter disbelief.

Ran Mouri knew he wasn't in pain, but seeing him like this still made her heart ache.

This time it was truly an undeserved disaster.

She draped her coat over his shoulders to ward off the winter chill, then took a piece of chocolate from her pocket, tore open the wrapper, and held it to his lips.

The next moment, I felt a wave of dizziness.

The scene suddenly shifted; she was biting into a chocolate bar, staring wide-eyed at Qingze.

The sudden switch caught Qingze somewhat off guard.

Looking at his own face as he bit into chocolate, with a blank expression in his eyes, Qingze, who had almost gotten used to it, once again felt the same discomfort he had when they first switched places.

He turned his head away, feeling extremely awkward.

Ran Mouri, now possessing Aozawa's body, savored the taste of the chocolate melting in her mouth.

Compared to her original sensitive sense of taste, this body's sense of taste was still dull, and the taste was as faint as if it were seen through a veil.

But compared to the almost non-existent taste at the beginning, being able to clearly taste the slight bitterness and sweetness of cocoa now is a huge improvement.

A heartfelt joy welled up from the bottom of my heart.

She lowered her head and gently rested her forehead on Qingze's shoulder, who was currently using her body, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

That was a reassuring and bright smile that came from clearly feeling that her body was getting better.

"What are you laughing at?"

A clear, girlish voice emanated from her throat, and Qingze felt soft strands of hair brush against his cheek, causing a slight tickle.

He tilted his head slightly, looking a little puzzled.

Ran Mouri didn't answer immediately, but instead stretched out her arms and gently wrapped them around "her" waist, burying her head in the crook of his neck and rubbing against him.

"very nice."

She said in a muffled voice, her joy undisguised.

"Huh?" Qingze didn't immediately understand this seemingly random exclamation.

Matsui Hidetoshi was completely stunned.

He watched as his brother, whom he remembered as calm, composed, and even indifferent, revealed an almost... coquettish expression, accompanied by a strong sense of attachment.

He reached out and silently closed his mouth, which was agape in shock.

Some deeply ingrained, lofty images of their older brother are shattering with a clear, resounding crack.

The embrace lasted only a brief moment, and Qingze's gaze fell on his own body in front of him.

The coat that Ran Mouri had draped over him earlier was clearly a bit too small, and it looked extremely awkward on his shoulders, not covering much of his back.

It must be cold in the winter chill.

He turned his gaze to Matsui Hidetoshi, one of only two adult males, and spoke softly in Ran Mouri's tone:

"Mr. Matsui, may I borrow your coat? Azawa is a little cold."

Chapter 486 If all else fails, I'll do it.

Matsui Hidetoshi was slightly taken aback and looked at his brother.

A small women's coat was comically draped over Qingze's tall frame, and he hadn't even noticed that she was cold.

A wave of annoyance washed over him, and he quickly took off his suit jacket and handed it over.

Ran Mouri first carefully draped the women's coat back over "herself," then took the oversized suit jacket from Hidetoshi Matsui and casually but securely draped it over her shoulders.

Then, she leaned forward slightly and began to button Qingze's coat one button at a time with nimble fingers, her movements delicate and natural.

"Are you cold?" she asked softly as she buttoned her jacket, her gaze focused.

Qingze let her do as she pleased, looking at his face so close to hers, and then looked away.

I didn't have any feelings before I was in a relationship.

Now, facing my own face and body feels so awkward, like my love interest has become me.

If it were to involve kissing... he couldn't even imagine how much mental preparation he would need to overcome it.

After he finished buttoning his shirt, Ran Mouri stared at him intently.

From this slightly elevated, downward angle, my face looked exceptionally small, my skin had a clean glow in the light, my eyelashes were long, and my soft lips were pursed, making me look very approachable.

Meeting Ran Mouri's gaze, Qingze snorted softly, seriously suspecting she was narcissistic.

Are you worried that I'll get cold, or that you'll get cold?

Seeing her own face making such a cute expression, Ran couldn't help but reach out and poke the other person's cheek. She couldn't hide her smile, which spread from her eyes to her eyebrows.

She's so cute!

"Of course it's you."

She lowered her head, leaned close to Qingze's ear, and whispered:

"No matter which body it is, it is you."

The warm air swept across Qingze's ears like a feather, and his ears turned red instantly.

"cough!"

Qingze coughed lightly, turned around, and hid the blush on his face.

As soon as I turned my head, I met several pairs of incredibly bright eyes a few steps away.

The three children of the Junior Detective League, along with Rumi Wakasa, had somehow walked over and stopped at a suitable distance.

Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi's faces flushed with excitement, their eyes wide and sparkling with excitement and curiosity, almost as if they were glowing.

Even Ai Haibara stood to the side with her arms crossed, her brown eyes revealing a subtle and unreadable expression, clearly having witnessed the scene just now.