Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Subaru Okiya followed half a step behind, his eyes filled with inquiry: "I originally thought that, given Aozawa's personality, he wouldn't pay any attention to him."

"With my personality? What kind of personality do I have? There aren't many people as gentle and polite as me."

Okiya Subaru: "..."

Are you polite? Is it polite of you to say that?

Aoyama's lips curled into a smile: "Mr. Okiya, that person just now seemed to be targeting you. What are you planning to do?"

Subaru Okiya pushed up his glasses again. "I think he's got his eye on you."

Qingze sighed, "Sigh, being too handsome isn't good either; there are always people eyeing me..."

Okiya Subaru: "..."

Chapter 501 I Can Help You

In the dining area, Sera Masumi was sitting opposite Ran Mouri, sipping her miso soup.

Seeing her brother and Qingze approach one after the other, a thoughtful look flashed across her eyes.

Xiu Ge's suspicions about Qing Ze's identity should have faded by now, but his deliberate approach at this moment... is probably an attempt to exploit the unbreakable blood ties between Qing Ze and Koniak.

As long as Koniak wants to explore his origins, he cannot avoid the question of his twin brother, Qingze.

Aozawa sat down in the empty seat next to Ran Mouri and gently placed his plate down.

Ran Mouri glanced at the meager amount of food on his plate and couldn't help but wonder, "Why did you only take so little?"

"Sigh," Qingze sighed, resting his chin on his hand, looking listless, "I've met someone with ill intentions towards me, which has ruined my appetite."

"Who is it?" Ran Mouri frowned immediately.

"Call him Shuichi Sano."

“Shuichi Sano?” Sera Masumi’s attention was instantly drawn to him, and she leaned forward slightly. “Isn’t that one of the suspects from this afternoon?”

She had always found this man suspicious—his demeanor during police questioning was too calm, almost perfect, which seemed deliberate. She just lacked evidence.

“Yeah,” Qingze curled his lip, making no attempt to hide his disgust, “The way he looked at me was sticky and disgusting.”

As he spoke, he turned to Ran Mouri, looking aggrieved, "I've been targeted by someone with ill intentions, Ran, you have to protect me."

Subaru Okiya, sitting diagonally opposite, paused almost imperceptibly in the hand holding his chopsticks.

Subaru Okiya felt that his understanding of Aozawa had been refreshed once again.

He glanced discreetly at the other women at the table.

Sonoko Suzuki was watching with great interest when Masumi raised an eyebrow, looking nonchalantly like, "Here we go again."

Clearly, they were used to it and not surprised at all.

Subaru Okiya silently pushed up his glasses, deciding to erase all the personality labels he had previously established for Aozawa.

This person cannot be summarized by simple labels.

Kyogoku Makoto stared wide-eyed at Aozawa. Was this some kind of coquettish act?

Ran Mouri met Aozawa's eyes, which seemed to say "I'm so weak," and couldn't help but smile slightly before quickly pursing her lips and nodding seriously.

"Yes, don't worry, I will protect you!"

Qingze's lips curled up in a triumphant smile: "Then I... I'll have to rely on you."

After saying that, he finally picked up his chopsticks and began to slowly and methodically deal with the meager amount of food on his plate.

Ran Mouri looked at the "desolate" scene on his plate, then at her own much more abundant plate, and lowered her head to pick up a glistening, plump salt-baked prawn.

Her fingers moved deftly, and soon, the whole, tender shrimp meat was peeled out and placed in Qingze's bowl.

"Eat this." She said casually, as if she were just handing him a tissue.

Qingze paused, his gaze falling on the tempting, glistening shrimp meat in the bowl, then he looked up at Ran Mouri.

She was tilting her head slightly, peeling the shell off another shrimp, her profile appearing quiet and focused under the soft lighting of the restaurant.

Qingze gently poked the shrimp with the tip of his chopsticks, then picked it up, dipped it in the ginger and vinegar sauce in the small dish next to him, and put it in his mouth.

The fresh, sweet, and chewy flavor melts on the tip of the tongue.

"Hmm," he chewed a few times, swallowed, and then slowly commented, "Yours tastes better."

Ran Mouri's fingers didn't stop peeling the shrimp, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl upwards again. "Here's another one for you."

She held the shrimp meat directly to his mouth, and Qingze opened his mouth to take it.

"Want more?" Ran Mouri asked, her hand already reaching for the third shrimp.

“That’s enough,” Qingze shook his head, picked up a piece of deboned grilled fish from his bowl and put it in her bowl, “Eat this.”

Beside him, Kogoro Mouri was chewing his steak vigorously, as if he was chewing on something that displeased him.

"Young people these days are really... they even eat a meal with such fussiness."

Eri sat diagonally opposite him, sipping her soup with an elegant posture, glancing at her daughter and Aoze.

The two reciprocate each other's feelings, and their interactions are natural, comfortable, and reassuring.

She picked up a piece of teriyaki chicken and placed it on Kogoro Mouri's almost empty plate.

"Try this, it tastes alright."

When his wife suddenly became gentle, Kogoro Mouri's ears turned red.

"Well, it really is delicious."

......

After dinner, everyone went their separate ways.

Faint sounds of water and laughter drifted from the hot spring area, while figures were scattered in the corridor.

Subaru Okiya looked at Aozawa, who was standing alone in the shadows of the corridor, and walked over to him, his voice as gentle as ever:

"If you're not planning on going to the hot springs, how about we check out the recreation room? I heard it's fully equipped with the latest fighting games and shooting simulators."

Qingze turned his head and glanced at him expressionlessly, then replied indifferently:

"Alright."

The entertainment room was brightly lit, a stark contrast to the misty tranquility of the hot spring area.

Several large arcade machines flashed dazzling electronic lights, while billiards, darts, and other facilities were nearby. Scattered customers created a lively but not noisy atmosphere.

Subaru Okiya walked straight to the row of fighting game machines with the most dazzling lighting effects, dropped in a coin, picked up an unused remote control, and handed it to Aozawa.

"Want to try this?"

Qingze took it and stood in front of the screen.

The dappled light reflected on his face, illuminating his listless and indifferent expression.

The two randomly selected characters. The countdown reached zero, and intense electronic sound effects exploded instantly, as the virtual characters on the screen engaged in fierce combat under their control.

After a few moves, Subaru Okiya sensed the awkwardness and sluggishness in Aozawa's control. While steadily defending and counterattacking, he casually asked, "Mr. Aozawa, don't you play games often?"

"I don't like to play."

"Why? The game is fun, isn't it?"

"If you don't like playing, you just don't like playing. Everyone has different preferences, does it need any explanation?"

The moment he finished speaking, his character seized an opening and delivered a powerful punch, knocking Subaru Okiya's character to the ground.

The word "KO" popped up on the screen.

Qingze casually placed the remote control on the console, lowered his eyelids, and his expression revealed a clear indifference in the flickering game lights.

"You've been hovering around me all day, asking me all sorts of questions." He raised his eyes, his gaze piercing directly at Okiya Subaru, no longer beating around the bush. "Mr. Okiya, what exactly do you want?"

Subaru Okiya adjusted his glasses, his gentle smile unchanged, even deepening slightly: "Hehe, I just think Mr. Aozawa is very special and want to make friends."

"Heh." Qingze gave a short, mocking laugh. "You think I'd believe that?"

There was a two-second silence. The background music in the recreation room seemed to have been suddenly turned down.

Subaru Okiya's smile remained perfect, but his gaze behind his glasses had become slightly more reserved.

"Alright. I heard something about Mr. Qingze's background."

Aoze's aura suddenly turned cold, filled with sharp wariness: "What, you want to get involved in the Fukuda family's affairs too?"

Subaru Okiya hadn't originally intended to bring up the Fukuda family, but Aozawa steered the conversation in that direction, so he went along with it.

"I'm just a little curious, what are Mr. Qingze's plans? Doesn't he intend to return to his original identity?"

"What difference does it make if I return, or if I don't?"

“As long as you officially return and prove your identity, Aozawa-kun will be qualified to inherit the Fukuda family and take back what rightfully belongs to you.”

"So," Qingze stared at him, emphasizing each word, "what are you trying to say?"

Subaru Okiya tilted his head slightly, and the light from the ceiling light in the recreation room swept across his glasses, refracting a cold white light.

He opened his eyes slightly. "I can help you."

Chapter 502 What can you use to help me?

"Oh?"

Aozawa scoffed, looking Okiya Subaru up and down with suspicion in his eyes. "A graduate student from Tokyo University, how do you think you can help me? How can you possibly help me?"

Does the FBI help people accumulate wealth?

Laugh to death.

It's uncertain whether the family fortune will end up in his hands or the FBI's.

Moreover, Shuichi Akai is overestimating himself by being just a senior agent.

"That depends on what kind of help Mr. Aozawa needs." Subaru Okiya adjusted his glasses, his expression confident and composed, as if he hadn't noticed the sarcasm in the other person's words at all.

Seeing his expression, Qingze chuckled briefly, his tone as casual as if discussing the weather:

"Okay. Then go to the Metropolitan Police Department's detention center and take care of all the people the Fukuda family is currently holding. That would be a big help to me."

Subaru Okiya's smile faded slightly, and his gaze behind his glasses hardened.

He wasn't sure if Qingze was joking or serious.

They went to the Metropolitan Police Department's detention center and murdered a high-ranking prisoner under close guard...

This is far beyond his personal capabilities and goes against the FBI's operating principles.

Moreover, killing them would only make it more difficult for the Fukuda family to inherit their wealth.

After all, Tomohiro Fukuda is already dead.

Qingze should be aware of this.

So, what does he mean by that?

Did you deliberately try to force him to back down by making something impossible?

"...That's impossible." He shook his head honestly.

The mockery in Qingze's eyes intensified, as if he had expected this answer all along.

"Then go and transfer all of the Fukuda family's assets to my name."

Subaru Okiya's gentle smile vanished completely, and he fell silent.

"Can't do it?"

Qingze reached out and patted him on the shoulder, his face devoid of all expression, leaving only indifference.

"I've heard plenty of people say they want to help me, but before saying that, they should consider their own capabilities."

"So far, I haven't seen anything special about you, Mr. Okiya, nor have I found anything that could help me."

Looking at Aozawa's expression, Subaru Okiya realized that Aozawa didn't believe him at all and didn't take his words seriously.

After spending most of the day together, he realized that although Qingze was very gentle and easy to talk to in front of Ran Mouri, that was only true in front of Ran Mouri.