Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

These props were all custom-made and given to her by her teacher when she was learning the art of disguise.

After getting dressed, she tried to walk a few steps carefully around the room.

The movements are still a bit clumsy, and balance needs to be maintained deliberately.

"I need to practice my stilt-walking skills properly..."

She wasn't flustered; instead, she showed a focused eagerness to try.

"Fortunately, I still have most of the day. That's enough time for me to get to the point where my actions feel natural."

Besides these, we'll also need to deal with the hands, which are the most easily exposed area.

She smiled slightly at the familiar yet unfamiliar "Qingze" in the mirror, her eyes gradually calming down, and began to repeatedly practice basic movements such as walking, turning around, and sitting down.

They strive to make running and jumping in height-increasing shoes no different from normal.

Time slipped away quietly during focused practice.

The light outside the window shifted slowly, and the posture of the person in the mirror gradually lost its stiffness, becoming more and more natural and casual, characteristic of Qingze.

……

The Porsche slowly arrived in Tokyo.

Qingze opened his sleepy eyes, which were surrounded by dark circles.

He had been working non-stop for several days and hadn't had a proper rest during the day. His complexion was sallow and fine stubble had appeared on his chin.

In comparison, Gin's image is much better.

After all, model workers are used to this level of work intensity.

Gin's dark circles have never gone away.

"Thank goodness it's winter, otherwise I'd really stink..."

Qingze sniffed the smell on himself and felt a little disgusted.

He then looked at Gin in the driver's seat, his brows furrowed in displeasure.

"Gin, you need to take a shower, the smell is bothering me."

Gin: "..."

A vein throbbed on his forehead; he didn't say anything, just kept exhaling cold air.

Some people are impossible to reason with; the more you engage with them, the more they get into trouble.

Qingze clicked his tongue. "I really admire your cooling ability. You don't even need to turn on the air conditioner in the summer. You might as well not call yourself Gin, but Refrigeration Machine."

Gin still ignored him.

Qingze curled his lip in boredom, rolled down the car window to let the cold wind outside rush into the car and wake himself up.

A gust of wind swept in through the passenger window, and Gin got his face covered in his own hair.

Gin expressionlessly brushed the hair away from his face and closed the car window.

As soon as he closed it, Qingze opened it again.

After doing this twice, Gin simply locked the car windows.

Qingze stared at him intently. "I'm just getting some fresh air. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Have!"

"Stop the car, I'll drive."

The black pistol twirled in his hand, Qingze's threatening intent was self-evident.

Gin took a deep breath, stepped on the brake, and got into the back seat.

Qingze took over the vehicle and opened all four windows wide, letting the strong winds blow in from all directions.

Gin expressionlessly brushed the messy hair off his face, combed it with his fingers, and pulled at the knots, making his scalp ache.

He haphazardly combed his hair and tied it up with a rubber band.

He took out a cigarette and held it in his hand, wanting to smoke, but didn't light it.

The thought that the mission had only just begun gave him a sense of bleakness about his life.

We need to get Vodka to be our driver as soon as possible.

He felt he couldn't take it anymore.

Chapter 522 The Show Begins

The Christmas market was bustling with activity in the evening.

Warm yellow and silvery strings of lights are wrapped around the linden branches lining the streets, and the small wooden stalls exude the warm steam and sweet aroma of food.

The crowds, carrying laughter and conversation, moved slowly in the dappled light, their breath instantly blending into the festive hustle and bustle.

Ran Mouri walked through the bustling crowd with several children, a gentle smile on her face.

"Wow! Look over there! What a huge Christmas tree!"

Ayumi stood on tiptoe, pointing to the center of the square, her eyes shining as she looked at the giant tree, several meters tall and adorned with colorful balls and stars.

Ai Haibara stood with her hands behind her back, her gaze calmly sweeping over the stalls selling handicrafts, wool socks, and wooden toys, finally pausing for a moment in front of a stall adorned with delicate little Christmas ornaments.

The glass snowmen, bells, and stars, refracting tiny lights under the lamp, constantly stirred her shopping desires.

"So much food..."

Genta stared intently at the stalls wafting enticing aromas from not far away, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Mitsuhiko hadn't forgotten their friend, and sighed softly, "It's a pity Conan is still in the hospital and can't come with us."

Upon hearing this, Ran Mouri said gently, "It's alright, we can pick out some interesting gifts for him. He'll definitely be happy to see them."

As she spoke, she led the children to a stall selling steaming hot takoyaki.

Before long, several small cardboard boxes containing golden dumplings, sprinkled with bonito flakes and seaweed powder, were distributed to the children.

Ai Haibara ate takoyaki and paused for a moment in front of the stall filled with exquisite ornaments, her gaze quietly sweeping over the rows of sparkling glass products.

Finally, her gaze settled on a small, hexagonal snowflake ornament that looked like it was made of frozen ice.

It is completely translucent, with a bluish hue in the center and smooth edges, reflecting tiny, cool points of light under the warm yellow lights of the stall.

It does resemble her eyes.

She stretched out her little hand and pointed to the snowflake.

"Please give me this."

The stall owner took off the ornament and handed it to her.

Ai Haibara paid for the package and held it in her hand, the cold touch quickly warming up with her body heat.

She turned and walked toward Ran Mouri, who was smiling as she watched Genta and Mitsuhiko argue about which sauce was better.

"Ran-neechan," Ai Haibara called softly.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Ai?" Ran Mouri turned to look at her.

Ai Haibara raised her hand, opened her palm, revealing a snowflake ornament.

She didn't say anything, she just handed it over.

"This is for you. A Christmas present."

As she spoke, a blush of unease spread across her face.

Ran Mouri was slightly taken aback, then a faint smile appeared in her eyes.

She took the tiny snowflake, her fingertips touching the cold glass.

"It's so beautiful... Thank you, Ai. I really like it."

Ai Haibara nodded slightly, a barely perceptible curve appearing at the corners of her mouth before returning to her usual slightly aloof and calm demeanor.

"Wow, Ai Haibara! You're so mean!"

The three real children looked at her with accusing eyes.

Ai Haibara looked up, somewhat bewildered.

"You actually secretly sent a gift to Sister Xiaolan behind our backs!"

"We also want to give Sister Xiaolan a Christmas present!"

As they spoke, the children quickly scattered to find suitable gifts.

Watching the children run off quickly, Ran Mouri stretched out her hand, unsure of what to say.

Ai Haibara was also somewhat helpless.

These kids really do whatever comes to mind.

Ran Mouri's gaze fell upon the various stalls, and she began to plan to buy some gifts as well.

Seeing Ran Mouri's gaze fixed on the stall, Ai Haibara took a bite of takoyaki and casually asked:

"Won't Mr. Qingze spend Christmas with you?"

After waiting for two seconds, she looked up and saw that the person in front of her was focused on picking out items from the stall and seemed not to have heard what she had just said.

She repeated it again, somewhat amused.

"Won't Mr. Qingze spend Christmas with you?"

Ran Mouri then realized what was happening, looked down at her, and smiled, "He'll be here later. We'll take you to the hospital to see Conan then, and I won't go up to see him."

Ai Haibara nodded and didn't ask anything more.

Before long, several children ran over with the small gifts they had chosen and handed them to Ran Mouri one by one.

Ran Mouri accepted them all, saying, "I'll take them."

After browsing around for a while and buying some things, she checked the time and led the children out.

Before long, Qingze's figure came into view.

Upon seeing Ran Mouri, his eyes lit up, and he walked over in a few steps, reaching out to take the things from Ran Mouri's hands.

"I've been busy for a few days, but thankfully I made it in time for the tail end of Christmas."

"Let me see if you're tired."

Ran Mouri's gaze fell on him, looking him up and down several times.

Kaito Kuroba, disguised as Ran Mouri, marveled inwardly.

Good heavens, that's really something.

When did Ran Mouri acquire this skill?

Is it certain that this is Ran Mouri, and not Aozawa himself?

Ran Mouri let him look at her, her eyes gentle and smiling, filled with longing and affection.

"The thought of seeing you after I'm done makes me forget how tired I am."

Kaito Kuroba felt goosebumps erupt all over his body.

Ran Mouri has such acting skills?

Is this definitely Ran Mouri and not Aozawa himself?

Kaito Kuroba blushed, revealing a shy yet delighted expression as he listened to sweet words.

Ran Mouri smiled, maintaining her Qingze posture, and looked at the children beside her.

"Thank you for keeping Xiaolan company. Now, I'll take care of Xiaolan."

"No problem!" a child shouted.

"You're planning to go see Conan, right? I'll take you there first."

Ran Mouri led the group to the underground parking lot and opened the back door of the car.

"There aren't enough seats, so the four of you can squeeze in the back."