Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

He is actually quite arrogant at heart.

He has no patience for even perfunctory responses to those he doesn't approve of; he's cold, direct, and shows no mercy.

To deal with this kind of person, feigned politeness and probing are useless. You must show him tangible abilities or readily available benefits.

It seems I'll have to negotiate with him using my identity as Shuichi Akai...

Just then, a sudden and enthusiastic voice broke in, instantly shattering the tense atmosphere between the two.

"Oh my, what a coincidence! Mr. Okiya, Mr. Aozawa, you're here too?"

Shuichi Sano appeared at the door of the recreation room, still wearing that yukata, with a surprised smile on his face, as if it were truly a chance encounter.

Aozawa slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze falling on Sano Shuichi who was approaching.

The indifference on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an almost bright, "enthusiastic" smile. "It really is a coincidence."

Subaru Okiya opened his slightly narrowed eyes a crack, his gaze behind his glasses calmly sweeping over the overly bright smile on Aozawa's face.

Shuichi Sano's gaze was almost like sticky spider silk, clinging firmly to Aozawa, lingering on the exposed skin of his neck, wrists, and other areas.

"Are you two just playing around? How does it feel?"

Qingze seemed completely oblivious to the uncomfortable gaze, continuing to look at him with a smile, even with a hint of complaint in her tone:

"It's not fun, it's not interesting. Mr. Sano, do you have any entertainment options to recommend?"

Sano Hideichi's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected his prey to approach him on its own initiative.

"How about we go to karaoke? I have a few friends who are going to karaoke right now. We're all around the same age, so we should be able to have fun together."

"Okay," Qingze replied with a smile.

Subaru Okiya raised his hand to adjust his glasses, the lenses instantly reflecting a cold white light that concealed the deep thoughts behind them.

Although I haven't had much contact with Qingze, one thing is certain.

This is not the kind of person who would be enthusiastic towards strangers.

Especially since this stranger seemed to have ulterior motives towards them.

If someone doesn't choose to avoid problems but instead actively confronts them, it shows that they are not afraid of trouble, have a proactive personality, and like to take the initiative.

Knowing there was a problem, he still willingly walked into the trap, which shows that he had something to rely on and was confident that he would not get into trouble.

This coincides with his analysis of arrogance.

Indeed, to analyze a person's personality and behavior, the purpose of ordinary conversation is to see how they handle situations.

Subaru Okiya's mind raced, but he put on his usual smile and said, "Then I'll trouble Mr. Sano to take us there."

He wanted to see how Aozawa would deal with Sano Shuichi's ill intentions.

Sano Hideichi's smile was almost overflowing, and he quickly stepped aside to lead the way:

"This way, this way, please! I guarantee you two will have a great time!"

As you walk through several dimly lit corridors covered with thick carpets, the sound of loud music drifts in, growing clearer and clearer.

Shuichi Sano stopped in front of a heavy, soundproof door and pushed it open.

In an instant, a deafening wave of pop-rock music mixed with off-key screams rushed over.

The private room was very large, decorated in a luxurious dark style, with wraparound sofas and a huge LCD screen flashing with the dazzling light and shadow of a music video.

The rotating, multicolored spotlights cut out mesmerizing spots of light amidst the billowing cigarette smoke, dazzling the eyes.

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, the cloying sweetness of perfume, and secondhand smoke.

There were three people inside, two men and one woman, all of whom were suspects in the case this afternoon.

On the sofa, a woman wearing a deep V-neck dress and with exquisite makeup holds a wine glass.

A man with slicked-back hair, wearing a bathrobe, leaned lazily against the sofa, smoking.

The man in the floral shirt was holding a microphone and shouting hoarsely into the screen.

They showed no sign of grief over their friend's death; they were relaxed and cheerful, a stark contrast to their somber demeanor when facing the police that afternoon.

Qingze stood silently at the door, considering whether he should force himself to go inside.

It seems that getting involved with Sano Shuichi is not worth him making himself suffer at all.

Subaru Okiya's gaze swept over the group of people, he adjusted his glasses, and went inside.

Qingze raised an eyebrow.

Is the FBI acting out of a sense of justice and wanting to investigate the case?

Or are they trying to stir up trouble?

Upon seeing Sano Shuichi with two unfamiliar faces, the singer stopped singing, and three pairs of eyes immediately turned towards them.

One gaze made no attempt to conceal its scrutiny, its eyes sweeping back and forth between Aozawa and Subaru Okiya, its gaze sticky and filled with intense excitement.

Qingze's gaze fell on the man's face.

This was none other than the person who had been staring at him with such sullen eyes by the lake.

Tsk, birds of a feather flock together.

Qingze smiled and stepped inside.

Chapter 503 Gin, You've Got the BGM

"Shuichi, you're back? And who are these two?"

The woman put down her wine glass and spoke first, her voice standing out clearly in the interlude of the music.

"Come on, let me introduce you," Sano Shuichi raised his voice, enthusiastically taking over the conversation, and casually tried to put his arm around Aozawa's shoulder.

Qingze stepped to the side and dodged directly.

Shuichi Sano paused in mid-air, then withdrew his hand without changing his expression, his smile remaining the same.

"These two are new friends, Mr. Aozawa and Mr. Okiya. Aren't they extraordinary? I specially invited them to come and have some fun together."

"Aozawa, Okiya, welcome, welcome!"

The man in the floral shirt paused the song, picked up a glass of amber liquid, and walked over. His eyes fell directly on Qingze's face, gleaming with excitement.

"Hey, Shuichi, you have good taste! This guy's really handsome. Come on, nice to meet you, how about a drink?"

As he spoke, he handed the wine glass in his hand to Qingze without saying a word.

Subaru Okiya felt extremely uncomfortable upon hearing the name "Shuichi," but he showed no sign of it on his face.

Qingze smiled at him, refusing the drink and showing no courtesy:

"I'm sorry, I never drink alcohol offered by strangers, for fear that something might have been added to it."

These utterly disrespectful words made the man serving the wine's face turn ugly, but he quickly composed himself and put on a smile.

"It was I who was presumptuous."

He downed the wine in one gulp, then turned the glass upside down to indicate that he had finished it and there was no problem.

Qingze's smile remained unchanged as he looked at the man smoking, his expression gentle and polite.

"Please put out your cigarette. I don't want to inhale secondhand smoke."

As he spoke, he walked straight to the air conditioner remote on the wall and turned on the ventilation mode.

"Sorry, I've never been able to stand a smoky or polluted environment."

This attitude makes it seem as if one is not in someone else's karaoke room, but at home.

Logically speaking, even the most good-tempered person would have given Qingze a hard time and kicked him out for his almost provocative attitude.

but no.

The men, on the contrary, became even more interested.

The man on the sofa stood up, stubbed out his cigarette, and said, "Cool! I like making friends with strong personalities!"

He walked up to Qingze and tried to put his arm around his shoulder.

Aozawa pulled him up, using Okiya Subaru as a shield.

Okiya Subaru: "..."

Subaru Okiya stretched out a hand to block the outstretched hand. "Sorry, I'm not used to keeping too close to people."

The man with the slicked-back hair wasn't annoyed at not managing to hug her. "Is that so? My name is Masato Fukuhara. You can just call me Fukuhara."

As he spoke, the man with the slicked-back hair introduced the other people to the two of them.

“This is Aiko, and this is Ota.”

Aiko is the woman in the deep V-neck dress, and Ota is the man in the floral shirt.

After the introductions, he invited the two to sit down, "Come, come, sit down!"

As soon as Qingze sat down, a woman named Aiko sat down next to him, deliberately puffing out her chest to reveal her deep cleavage, her body seemingly trying to lean closer.

Qingze pinched his nose and waved his hand in front of his eyes. "Stay away from me, your perfume is bothering me."

Aiko's charming expression froze instantly, and she looked somewhat embarrassed.

Shuichi Sano spoke up at the opportune moment, with a hint of teasing, "Oh? Aiko is quite the beauty, Mr. Okiya, don't you like her?"

Aozawa remembered that he had given the name Subaru Okiya earlier. He shrugged and said matter-of-factly:

“I’m a married man. If I smell any other woman on me, I’ll get beaten up.”

Hearing this, everyone looked surprised. "We didn't expect Mr. Okiya to be married."

"Don't let my youthful appearance fool you, I'm already thirty and my child is in elementary school."

"My God, I can't believe it at all!"

Subaru Okiya listened to Aozawa making up stories using his alias and really wanted to talk to him.

His gaze fell on the various bottles of wine on the table.

The table was mostly filled with unopened beer, including two empty bottles, a half-empty bottle of whiskey, and several glasses.

Seeing that Subaru Okiya was indifferent to Aiko's affection, Masato Fukuhara's eyes flashed with understanding, and he then smiled and gestured to Aiko: "Aiko, don't neglect Mr. Aozawa."

The next moment, Subaru Okiya felt the sofa next to him sag, and the woman named Aiko pressed against him.

Subaru Okiya turned his head to look at her. The woman's eyes were sparkling and she exuded a charming allure, completely different from the sorrowful woman he had seen that afternoon.

She didn't lean against him completely, but stretched her body into an extremely alluring angle, her neck slightly raised, the curves under her V-neck faintly visible in the dim light.

Aiko picked up the half-empty bottle of whiskey, poured a small amount into a glass, and handed it to Subaru Okiya. Her fingertips lightly brushed the glass, her voice soft and sticky:

"Mr. Qingze, would you like a drink?"

Unlike Aozawa, who directly rejected this honey trap, Subaru Okiya shook his head, his tone carrying just the right amount of apology, "Sorry, I'm allergic to alcohol."

However, a finger painted with bright red nail polish and feeling cool touched his chest gently at that moment.

The fingertips moved slowly in circles, carrying a clear hint of provocation.

Aiko tilted her head back, her breath sweet and fragrant, and said coquettishly, "Really? Mr. Aozawa... you're not just trying to fool me, are you?"

Inside the private room, Sano Shuichi, Fukuhara Masato, and Ota all subtly focused their gazes on "Aozawa," waiting with amusement for his reaction.

Qingze took out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and started eating them.

Subaru Okiya's gaze fell on the sunflower seeds that Aozawa was eating, and he was a little puzzled that Aozawa was carrying sunflower seeds with him.

At this moment, he was eating sunflower seeds while watching him, his eagerness to see him make a fool of himself was so obvious.

Subaru Okiya raised his hand and gently pinched Aiko's wrist, moving her hand away from his chest.

His movements were fluid and natural, even carrying a hint of helpless politeness.

"It's not just a polite way of putting it; I really can't drink it. Besides, it's not appropriate."

As he spoke, he took the wine glass she was holding in her other hand and placed it steadily back on the coffee table.

Click, click—

In this not-so-quiet private room, the sound of cracking sunflower seeds was so obvious.