Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Wow—!" Ayumi cupped her face in her hands, exclaiming softly but excitedly, "So, so sweet!"

"I...I didn't expect that," Mitsuhiko stammered, "Brother Aozawa actually...uh, I mean, Ran-neechan's boyfriend is actually like this in private!"

In his limited understanding, Qingze's actions of hugging and nuzzling him and carefully buttoning his clothes completely overturned the impression of Qingze's composure and reliability that had been built up in the past half day.

Is this what dating is like?

Genta scratched his head. Although he didn't quite understand the details, he could feel the intimate atmosphere. "It feels so amazing!"

From their perspective, the scene just now was entirely:

Qingze remained calm and composed even while the doctor treated his back wound, but as soon as the doctor left, he immediately turned around and showed a completely different side to his girlfriend—dependence, intimacy, and even a bit of coquetry. A pink bubble of affection was visible between the two of them.

Qingze: "..."

He had almost forgotten about these people.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Matsui Hidetoshi, who was frowning, looking deep as he tried to understand and process the scene before him that was so shocking to his worldview.

Damn it, his image...

Well, the concept of "image" no longer exists.

They've given up and don't care about this anymore.

He coughed lightly again, and Ran Mouri took his hand.

Looking back, he saw Ran Mouri smiling at him.

Your ears are so red.

"Blown by the wind."

Seeing the undisguised trust and intimacy between the young couple, Ai Haibara's expression was complicated.

If Shinichi Kudo saw this, he'd probably grind his teeth to dust.

Thankfully, the person is still in the hospital and can't be seen.

"Ran and Aozawa are so sweet together, let's share this with Conan."

Mitsuhiko spoke up, eager to try.

Ayumi immediately agreed.

If we're talking about who has the best relationship with Ran, it's definitely Conan, who once stayed at Ran's house!

This happy and sweet scene must be shared with Conan!

"No!" Ai Haibara interrupted. "He's recovering in the hospital. If he finds out we were in an explosion, he'll definitely start asking all sorts of questions, which will be too much for him and will hinder his recovery."

"Too……"

The children immediately fell silent.

Rumi Wakasa searched for Rum in the crowd.

Got nothing.

Her expression darkened, but she wasn't in a hurry.

Now that she knew Rum's other disguised identity, she simply waited for him to come to her.

The sushi restaurant staff are easier to kill than the managing director of the Karasuma Group.

The midday sun shone down mercilessly, dispelling much of the winter chill.

Matsui Hidetoshi rubbed his arms and sneezed.

Aozawa lifted his eyelids to glance at him. Matsui Hidetoshi, who had taken off his coat, was dressed unusually thinly, wearing only a vest and a shirt.

He said gently in Ran Mouri's voice, "Mr. Matsui, you should go home early, don't catch a cold."

Matsui Hidetoshi nodded, looking at "Aozawa" in his field of vision, "Brother, I'm leaving now! Take care of yourself!"

With such an explosion and tragic incident, the Sky Gate is likely doomed, and the previous investment has been wasted. He needs to hurry back to explain the details to his mother and then see how to handle the situation.

Aozawa, using Ran Mouri's body, nodded. "Be careful on the road."

Matsui Hidetoshi waved his hand, and his figure quickly disappeared.

After taking the statement and saying a brief goodbye to the children, Qingze led Ran Mouri away.

As I approached the Maybach with its sharp, angular lines, the midday sun reflected dazzling spots of light off its black body.

Ran Mouri stood outside the car, somewhat hesitant.

She wanted to open the passenger door, but her current position required her to stay in the driver's seat.

Memories of practicing at the racetrack and her few experiences on the road flashed through her mind, but the thought of driving such a luxury car through the complex midday rush hour traffic from Yokohama to Tokyo was incredibly stressful.

In the few seconds she hesitated, Qingze beside her had already opened the passenger door decisively, sat down, and even adjusted the seat position to make it more comfortable.

After doing all this, he turned his head slightly and looked at her standing stiffly outside the car, her beautiful eyes, which belonged to Ran Mouri, filled with a playful smile.

Ran Mouri took a deep breath, opened the car door, and got into the driver's seat.

The leather seat sagged slightly, and there was a wound on her back; she was careful not to lean against the backrest.

Qingze looked at her amusedly, "What's with that death-defying expression on your face? It's just driving, not some life-or-death situation you're facing."

"If it really doesn't work, I'll do it."

As he spoke, Qingze leaned to the side and grabbed the tie.

Chapter 487 No, I can't bring myself to say it.

The tie was grabbed, the fingertips applying a gentle yet irresistible pressure, pulling the body closer without warning.

The distance suddenly shortened, and we could hear each other breathing.

A faint blush crept onto Qingze's face, spreading from his ears to his cheekbones, clearly visible in the afternoon light.

This pose... is too suggestive.

Ran Mouri was so close that she could see her tiny reflection in his eyes, and so close that she could feel the warmth of their intertwined breaths.

Ran Mouri felt her heart beating a little fast at that moment.

Qingze stared at his own flushed face for a long time before silently letting go.

No.

I can't bring myself to eat it.

The last time I was in the hospital, my emotions were at their peak, and I broke through all boundaries.

I really can't bring myself to kiss him now.

More importantly, those moments that allow us to forget ourselves and resonate completely with each other are rare and precious.

This is clearly not the time.

He silently leaned back in his chair, creating that unsettling distance between them, and looked away. A lingering sense of subtle unease and a faint self-loathing filled the air.

Ran Mouri burst out laughing.

"Is kissing yourself such a big challenge? Even Mr. Qingze has failed?"

Qingze rolled his eyes.

"Who's as narcissistic as you? Okay, let's drive home."

Upon hearing this, Ran Mouri took a deep breath and started the engine, but hesitated to take any further action.

"What's wrong, are you nervous?"

Ran Mouri nodded honestly, "I'm a little worried. What if I don't control the distance well and damage such an expensive car?"

"If you hit it, you hit it. It's just a car, and it's insured."

Qingze spoke casually, leaning forward to turn on the navigation, play music, and then leaning back in his chair, relaxing.

"Drive slowly, pay attention to the road and signs, nothing will happen. Besides, I'm sitting here."

Yes, he's there with me.

Ran Mouri felt somewhat relieved.

She took another deep breath, shifted gears, released the brake, and gently pressed the accelerator. The vehicle smoothly glided onto the road.

For the first few minutes, she was on edge, striving for precision in every movement.

But gradually, as the vehicle merged into the traffic, with Qingze's occasional brief prompts, she regained her sense of control, and her tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

The midday sun streamed in through the windshield, the air conditioning kept the temperature comfortable, and the car stereo played upbeat music, creating a sense of isolation from the bustling world outside.

While waiting at a red light, she turned to Qingze and asked, "Qingze, what are you planning to do with that video of Mr. Nakamura?"

The video they handed over to the police was just a copy; the original was still in Qingze's hands.

He took the photo not just to provide the police with more evidence.

The "girl" in the passenger seat gazed at the rapidly receding city streetscape outside the car window. Sunlight cast a soft contour glow on her profile, but her eyes remained calm.

"Spread the word," Aozawa's voice came through Ran Mouri's vocal cords, less gentle and more decisive, "to create some public opinion trouble for the Karasuma Group. Of course, the effect will probably be limited."

He paused, seemingly sensing the concerned gaze from the driver's seat, and continued his calm analysis:

"For a giant of that size, sacrificing a pawn to save the king and cutting ties with Kenta Karasuma is not difficult, and they have plenty of public relations tools. It's unrealistic to think that a single video can shake its foundation."

"But as soon as a target appears, enemies or competitors will inevitably escalate the situation, causing them a lot of headaches."

“I’m always happy to cause some trouble over there.”

Ran Mouri chuckled softly.

Besides these reasons, there was also the desire to help Yuichi Nakamura.

But he wouldn't say it.

Qingze asked about something else, "When is your teacher's film crew filming?"

"It will be about three days after Christmas."

Qingze tapped his fingers lightly, "After Christmas, there are still four days left..."

We need to find a way to switch back within these four days.

He didn't want to use Ran Mouri's body to make contact with Vermouth; that perceptive woman would definitely notice something amiss.

"By the way, Sonoko said she's inviting everyone to a hot spring resort for a few days tomorrow."

"Hot spring, are you sure?" Qingze's expression was somewhat subtle.

Ran Mouri sighed, "I already agreed... Sonoko invited me, my parents, Sera, Hondo, Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, Genta, Haibara, and Professor Agasa... saying it was to relax and say goodbye to Sera."

She had already agreed, and her parents had arranged the time, so how could she go back on her word halfway through?

Who would have thought that they would suddenly switch places at this time?

"...There are so many people." Qingze's lips twitched.

Is Sonoko Suzuki organizing tour groups?

He felt that it was very likely that another Amuro Tooru and Okiya Subaru would be created.

"Where exactly?"

"Shimane Prefecture".

"That's quite far from Tokyo. How does Sonoko Suzuki plan to get there?"

"Yuanzi has already booked a private jet to pick us up and drop us off."

"They're really rich and powerful..."

Aozawa expressed his admiration for Sonoko Suzuki's extravagant behavior.

Ran Mouri glanced at her sideways, "You talk as if you're not the same person."

They don't care about money at all; they just throw away motorcycles and blow up cars without a second thought.

Qingze shook his head, a rare seriousness in his expression as he made the comparison:

"I only have some spare money, which is enough to live a more comfortable life than the average person. For things like private jets, money alone isn't enough; you also need connections to coordinate flight routes, which is a whole other level."