Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Will do."

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Chapter 489 Do you know why I don't care about my image?

The car drove into the garage, and Qingze returned home.

The chill from the outside was kept out by the heating. He took off his coat, then grabbed Ran Mouri and checked the condition of his back.

Blood seeped from the wound, staining the dressing placed on the wound red.

"Take off your clothes, I'll re-bandage it."

Conditions for treatment in an ambulance are limited, so once you get home, you'll naturally need to get it treated again.

Ran Mouri hesitated a little when she heard that she had to take off her clothes.

Although it uses Qingze's body, well...

"Move away from me, don't stare at me."

Who watches someone take off their clothes?

Qingze clicked his tongue twice in mockery, "Your skin is thick when you should be, but thick when you shouldn't be."

Ran Mouri puffed out her cheeks. "What do you mean by 'when it shouldn't be thick'?"

"I wanted to see you blush, but you didn't. That's when I shouldn't have been so forward."

Ran Mouri threw a cushion at her.

"You bastard!"

Qingze chuckled, and with a steady and precise movement, he easily caught the flying pillow in his arms.

Qingze casually placed the cushion back on the sofa, turned around, and waved his hand dismissively.

"I'll go get the first-aid kit, hurry up."

As he disappeared from sight, Ran Mouri let out a soft sigh of relief, muttering a few words to herself:

"Just loves to tease people..."

She focused on taking off the ripped suit jacket she was wearing, and removing each of the restrictive accessories.

Setting the lapel pin and cufflinks aside, she stroked the large cut in the fabric, feeling a pang of regret.

Qingze only wore this suit once; he can't wear it again.

Qingze quickly came over with a first-aid kit, along with a soft cotton shirt.

Ran Mouri clutched her tattered shirt, her arms hunched over her chest, instinctively trying to cover herself.

This state of being naked made her feel very insecure, and a faint blush rose on Qingze's face as her eyes darted around.

Qingze stared silently for two seconds, then let out a long sigh, with a sense of weariness bordering on resignation.

"...Do you know why I don't care about my image anymore?"

"why?"

Qingze raised his hand, pointed at her, then at the lingering blush on her face, and at the way she clutched her clothes to cover herself. His tone carried a calm despair, as if he had seen through the world's illusions.

"Because every time I see myself in this...effeminate, shy and bashful state, I feel that there is no point in trying to salvage any image or persona."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that suggested he was giving up on treatment.

Upon hearing this, Ran Mouri's face contorted with a forced, almost comical expression as she tried to suppress her laughter.

"I admit, it might have been my fault at first. But why do I feel like... someone actually enjoyed it later on and completely let loose?"

Upon hearing this, Qingze shrugged lightly.

This gesture, which should have been gentle and graceful, was performed by him with a different kind of nonchalance and indifference.

"Well, the concept of a bottom line..."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his gaze meeting hers, frank and clear.

"Like a dam, once the first crack appears, the subsequent collapse is often inevitable and even unstoppable."

He lowered his voice, as if sharing a secret.

"Since I started to give up and do whatever I wanted, I've discovered... that the feeling of falling isn't so bad after all."

"Image is not something you have to be too concerned about."

Ran Mouri picked up a cushion and hugged it to her chest with a straight face, though her posture was much more relaxed than before.

"So, this is your true nature."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's my nature~"

Qingze sat down beside her, put on sterile gloves, and peeled off the dressings that were stained with blood.

Only then did he notice the condition of the wound.

"Fortunately, apart from one cut that's a bit deep, the rest are quite shallow. At my recovery speed, it should be fully healed in a week, and there shouldn't be much of a scar."

Qingze used tweezers to pick up a cotton swab and used iodine to disinfect and clean a large area of ​​his back.

"Raise your hands."

Ran Mouri obediently raised both hands.

Qingze picked up the gauze, wrapped it around her chest with both hands, and wrapped it around her body again and again.

"Why do you need to wrap it with gauze?"

Ran Mouri tilted her head in confusion.

She was there helping the doctor treat the wound, so of course she knew the condition of the wound.

Just apply some dressing; there's no need to wrap it in gauze.

Qingze wrapped the gauze properly, then turned around and nodded in satisfaction after seeing that everything that needed to be covered was covered.

"Of course, it's to prevent you from doing anything you shouldn't do to my body."

Ran Mouri: "..."

She squinted at Qingze, "What do you mean by 'things you shouldn't do'?"

"What you did in the bathroom that night was something you shouldn't have done."

When the topic of that night came up, Ran Mouri's face flushed red from her neck to the roots of her ears, and she looked like she was about to burst into flames.

Qingze admired the expression on his face that showed he was almost ripe.

He could never achieve that level of blushing on his own.

Ran Mouri turned her head away, buried her face in the cushion, and refused to communicate.

"My chest is very sensitive, so don't touch it unnecessarily," Qingze casually reminded him.

Ran Mouri's ears twitched slightly.

real or fake?

Come to think of it, she hasn't really studied Qingze's body properly yet.

Aside from those few times, she usually felt too embarrassed to touch it.

Qingze smiled broadly and covered her head with his shirt.

"Put your clothes on, don't catch a cold."

Ran Mouri's blush faded, and she buttoned up her shirt one button at a time.

As she buttoned her clothes, her mind wandered.

"Aze, do you think my body will react if I kiss you right now?"

Qingze: "..."

"Don't ask me that kind of question, I don't know."

Ran Mouri looked at him, her eyes blinking, "Let's give it a try."

Qingze coldly refused, "No! I don't want to kiss myself."

"Just close your eyes, if you can't see yourself, it's not like you're kissing yourself!"

"don't want!!"

"Aze, stop right there! Don't run away!"

Qingze quickly escaped from Ran Mouri's clutches.

He had a strange feeling that the days ahead would be a bit tumultuous.

Watching Qingze leave, Ran Mouri stood by the window, puffing out her cheeks.

"You won't even give me a kiss, you're such a cheapskate."

Back at the Mouri Detective Agency, Aozawa went to Ran Mouri's room and looked around.

The room was no different from before, with the same furnishings. He lay on his back on the tidy bed, staring blankly at the ceiling for a while.

After a long while, he sat up, opened the wardrobe, and began packing the clothes he would bring to the hot springs the next day.

He saw several swimsuits that had been put away.

"Swimsuit..."

He's never seen Ran Mouri wear a swimsuit before.

After drawing the curtains and locking the door, Qingze picked up a set of clothes, changed into them, and stood in front of the dressing mirror.

Two streams of blood flowed down his nose, and Qingze quickly covered it.

It's just a swimsuit, why are you getting a nosebleed?

Ran Mouri's physical resistance is too weak!

Chapter 490 Luxury Hot Spring Resort

The next day.

A red car was driving through traffic. Shuichi Akai, dressed as Subaru Okiya, was in the driver's seat, while two people wearing hats sat in the back seat.

Sera Mary crossed her arms, a few strands of her blonde hair peeking out from under her hat.

"Zhen Chun, you have to leave after this gathering with your friends is over."

Sera Masumi looked at the traffic outside the window and gave a very soft "hmm".

Shuichi Akai in the front seat glanced through the rearview mirror at his sister, whose face was mostly obscured by the shadow of her hat.

"You can have a good time and relax these few days. We'll be with you."

The trip was on the Suzuki family's private jet, and the passengers were all acquaintances. The organization didn't have such extensive connections to locate them in the vast sea of ​​people.

Even so, for safety reasons, he still chose to go with them.

Besides his younger sister, he was also going to a hot spring inn to protect another girl.

Sera Masumi didn't turn her head, and hummed in agreement again.

Sera Marie sighed softly.

She didn't want her child to leave her side, but there was nothing she could do...

She has adopted the alias Okiyazaki and moved into the Kudo residence as Subaru Okiya's cousin.

This time, I went out with them to make friends and participate in normal activities, trying to act like a normal child and not seem out of place.

Soon, the car arrived at the Suzuki family's private airport for the meeting.

Upon seeing them, Sonoko Suzuki immediately waved.

Beside her, Ran Mouri, Aozawa, and Kyogoku Makoto had all arrived.

Sera Masumi smiled and waved back.