Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Wouldn't that turn day into night?" Ran Mouri couldn't help but worry, as that wouldn't be good for her health.

"There's nothing I can do, I'm working the night shift." Qingze's voice sounded even more dejected.

"Take care of yourself. It's snowing here, and the snow scenery is beautiful. I really want to see it with you."

"You can take a look for me."

"Okay, I'll look at it for you. Keep the photos too, so you can look at them with me when you're done..."

On the phone, the two chatted idly about trivial things, most of which had no real meaning.

But as soon as Qingze heard her voice softly in his ear, he felt that his emotions were healed.

People are sometimes hard to satisfy, and sometimes very easy to satisfy.

We used to be inseparable, but now that we're busy, a phone call is enough to comfort us.

Gin couldn't understand how these two could have so much to say.

The phone call had been going on for almost half an hour, filled with nothing but trivial nonsense, making him feel an inexplicable surge of anger.

He suddenly reached out and turned on the car stereo, randomly selected a rock channel, and turned the volume up to the maximum.

The deafening drumbeats and electric guitar sounds instantly filled the carriage, trying to drown out the continuous, sticky chatter from the back seat.

Aoze frowned at the noise and instinctively covered his ear closest to the speaker with his hand. "When are you going back to Tokyo?"

"This afternoon."

"Then we can play for another morning... Tomorrow is Christmas, what are your plans?"

"Sonoko will probably drag me shopping," Ran Mouri's voice came softly between the static and the music.

"In the left drawer of my bedroom, there is a small box tied with a velvet ribbon; it's a Christmas present."

"Huh?" She was a little surprised. "When did you prepare this?"

"you guess."

"...I can't guess." Ran Mouri said, her voice tinged with a hint of distress as she walked through the snow. "I haven't decided what Christmas present to give you yet."

"Then bake me some Christmas cookies. I'll get them when I get back to Tokyo."

Gin clicked his tongue in exasperation and slammed his hand heavily on the horn on the steering wheel.

The car horn emitted a sharp, piercing screech, like a silent roar.

Chapter 519 Blood Relationships Alone Are Meaningless

The agonizing phone call finally ended, and Gin felt a sense of peace and quiet. Even the noisy rock music coming from the car stereo sounded a bit more pleasant.

He glanced coldly at Qingze, who was slumped in the back seat, through the rearview mirror, and let out an undisguised sneer:

"Koniak, what a clever trick! He's got that detective girl wrapped around his little finger."

He deliberately called out Koniak's code name, and the person on the other end of the phone obviously heard it but showed no unusual reaction—which in itself was ironic.

A righteous detective's daughter and an assassin—such a distorted and morbid relationship has somehow not fallen apart!

“Gin,” Qingze retorted lazily, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, “the way you look when you’re jealous is really not a pretty sight.”

“Jealousy?” Gin scoffed as if he had heard an absurd joke. “I’m jealous that you’re dragged down by pointless emotions, jealous that you can’t distinguish between reality and the role you’re playing, and that you’ve become pretentious and delusional?”

Qingze ignored his sharp sarcasm, adjusted his posture, pulled his hat brim down to cover his eyes, and adopted a "I won't listen, I won't listen, you bastards chanting scriptures" attitude.

Seeing this attitude, Gin became even more annoyed.

He slammed on the gas pedal, and the car roared depressively on the empty morning road.

Ran Mouri looked at the phone after it was disconnected, put it back in her pocket, opened her umbrella, and turned to walk back.

Christmas cookies... Besides cookies, let's make some candy too...

I don't have any plans for this morning, so I can do something.

As she walked, she saw Haibara and the girl named Okiyazaki standing in the pavilion, some distance apart.

After thinking for a moment, she walked over.

She was a little curious about what Okiyazaki's true identity was.

Before they even got close, Okiyazaki turned around and looked over with unusual sharpness.

"Sister Ran," Okiyazaki greeted with a smile, his demeanor no different from that of a normal child.

"Ai, Ozaki, what are you doing here?"

Ai Haibara turned her head and looked back at the swirling snowflakes.

"I'm looking at the snow scene."

As for Okiyazaki, he came with her.

Ran Mouri folded her umbrella, walked over to her, and gazed at the snow-covered valley ahead.

Snowflakes fluttered and danced in the air, bathing the distant mountains in a hazy white mist, creating a peaceful and tranquil scene.

"So beautiful..."

She took out her phone and snapped a picture of the beautiful scenery.

The three of them stood watching the snow, and for a moment no one spoke.

A gust of wind blew by, and Ran rubbed her hands together, looking down at Ai Haibara. "Aren't you cold?"

Ai Haibara looked up at her, about to shake her head, when a scarf still warm from her body was tied around her neck.

Ran Mouri knelt down and carefully tied her scarf around her neck. "Your nose is all red from the cold."

Ai Haibara looked at her, her body stiffening, feeling extremely uncomfortable with such close contact.

She clearly already realized her true identity, didn't she?

She's not really a child, so why is she still acting the same as always?

Ran tied a bow on her head, looked at it from left to right, and was extremely satisfied.

"All right!"

Sera Mary couldn't help but smile as she watched.

Ai Haibara was wrapped in a red scarf at this moment, looking like a walking human-shaped gift.

Ran Mouri turned to her, "Kozaki, are you cold?"

"not cold."

Ran Mouri looked at Okiyazaki's face, then at Ai Haibara's, and said with some surprise, as if she had discovered something:

"I didn't notice before, but I just realized now that you two look a bit alike."

“I also think Ai looks familiar. I wonder if I’ve seen her before.” Sera Mary took the initiative to delve deeper into the topic.

Ai Haibara shook her head, glanced at Okiyazaki, and looked away. "I've never seen you before."

Looking at the heavy snow, she seemed to see her mother again.

She had realized why Okiyazaki looked familiar.

Because she looks like her mother.

My mother was originally British and also had light blonde hair.

Okiyazaki's face looks a lot like her mother's, so she may be related to her mother by blood.

But so what?

My mother has been gone for many years, and I have never mentioned any relatives in my memory.

"Relatives" are meaningless if they are not bound by affection; blood ties alone are meaningless.

There are many people in the world who look alike; I just have an average face.

Ai Haibara spoke coldly, showing no intention of acknowledging her kinship.

Okiyazaki looks a lot like Sera Masumi. Now she's with Okiya Subaru, who might be Akai Shuichi. The three of them came together and seem to be very close. They might be a family.

She had no intention of having any kinship with this family.

Blood ties without emotional bonds are no different from those of strangers.

Moreover, if there really is a blood relationship, then what exactly does it mean that Shuichi Akai used her sister?

She will only hate Shuichi Akai even more.

"Cough cough..." Sera Mary couldn't help but cough.

Ran Mouri's expression immediately turned worried.

"Ozaki, you seem to have been coughing the whole time."

For three days now, Okiyazaki has been coughing on and off. He doesn't seem to be sick, but he keeps coughing.

Sera Mary shook her head. "It's an old problem."

Ai Haibara's gaze fell on her, and she frowned slightly as she watched her cough with her head down.

"It's probably asthma. I don't recommend staying in cold air for too long, as it can irritate the respiratory tract."

Ran Mouri immediately tensed up. "Let's go back, go back and drink some hot water to warm up, so we don't catch a cold."

With that, he led the two men outside.

Ai Haibara followed behind her with her hands behind her back. The falling snow was blocked by Ran Mouri in front of her, and as she walked behind her, she seemed to be included in her protective circle.

She looked up at her.

Ran Mouri held her umbrella, mindful of their pace, and walked slowly. She didn't hold the umbrella over their heads, but tilted it towards them to block the slanting snowflakes.

Sometimes, complete strangers can be more comforting than family.

As she watched, she couldn't help but reach out and tug at the hem of her dress.

Ran Mouri looked down at her, while Ai Haibara looked down and turned her face away, but didn't let go.

Ran Mouri smiled and took her slightly cold hand in hers.

"The snow is falling heavier and heavier, let's hurry up."

Subaru Okiya walked towards them, his gaze falling on the group.

Ai Haibara glanced at him and then looked away, her expression neither happy nor sad.

Subaru Okiya held the umbrella over his mother's head. "It's cold outside, let's go back inside."

Snowflakes danced and swirled as they drifted through the air.

Sera Masumi stood by the second-floor window, watching the group return from the snow.

With her brother protecting her, her mother no longer needed to worry.

Her gaze drifted to the higher and farther distant mountains.

Leaving is already a fait accompli.

By the time she returns to Japan next time, everything will probably have settled down.

She had done everything she could, and there was nothing more she could do to help.

Tomorrow is Christmas, and after Christmas comes the new year.

"I hope everything will be better next year..."

Chapter 520 When will I pretend to be your boyfriend?

Christmas arrives quietly in the still morning light.

Ran Mouri got up early and walked into Aozawa's residence in the crisp, cool air.

She habitually watered the potted plants and then carefully wiped the furniture surfaces with a cloth.

The room was too tidy and too quiet because the owner was not there.

She was thinking that she should go and buy some New Year decorations later to add some liveliness to the place.