Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

He transformed into Ran Mouri, and was taking a nap on a deck chair, being embraced by an arm.

The person was still fast asleep, completely unaware of the change.

He yawned, found a comfortable spot, and continued sleeping.

Ran Mouri, who was pretending to be asleep, quietly opened one eye and looked at the person sleeping in her arms. She then quietly slipped her hand inside the person's clothes.

Qingze suddenly opened her eyes. The girl's eyes were wide with anger, but instead of being fierce, her face was flushed and radiant like spring water.

"Ran Mouri!"

Ran Mouri turned her head away, pretending not to hear.

What's wrong with her touching her own body?

Qingze rolled over and stood up, pinching her chin and turning her face towards him.

The girl straddled his waist and abdomen, pinning down the mischievous hand, her expression cold and aloof like a queen.

A certain spot on her body seemed to react, and Qingze stiffened, immediately wanting to get off her.

Ran Mouri grabbed his waist, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Give it a try, please. I'd really like to see what it feels like."

"you dare!"

Ran Mouri certainly dared to do it, since there was nothing anyone could do to her anyway.

She stood up abruptly, and the tall young man picked up the girl and carried her to the bedroom.

Faced with overwhelming physical strength, the girl's struggles were utterly futile.

"If you dare, I'll make you run naked in the street tomorrow!"

Ran Mouri wore the same wicked smile as Aozawa.

"If Mr. Qingze can accept it, then I don't mind."

Ah!

The person bound by the body let out a groundhog scream.

[Joke 2]

The bedroom was quiet late at night, with only the light clicks of the mouse and the tapping of the keyboard.

The light from the laptop illuminated the room slightly, revealing a white-haired figure in a shirt sitting in front of the computer.

The sound of rolling around came from the bed behind me. The person, half asleep, turned over and draped their long, fair legs outside the blanket.

The matching shirt she was wearing was all wrinkled, and the lapel had slipped loosely to her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of delicate, white skin on her chest.

She lay on her side, hugging the blanket, like a koala hugging a tree.

Qingze's eyes darkened.

He stood up, unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, and casually tossed the buttons onto the ground.

Ran Mouri was half asleep when she felt a hand resting on her leg.

The hand slid down between her legs, caressing her skin, and finally slipped inside her clothes to embrace her waist.

She felt a warm, damp sensation on her chest and opened her eyes in a daze, only to be met with a pair of red eyes.

The next moment, a scorching heat hit me, my lips were pried open, and the rich aroma of coffee wafted out.

The hand around her waist was causing trouble, and a leg forcefully slipped between her legs.

"I'm working hard, while you're sleeping soundly..."

Ran Mouri's face turned as red as an apple, and she stammered, "I...I..."

Her chin was grabbed, and a passionate kiss landed on her again.

"I'm a little hungry, I'll have some dessert."

Heaving sounds came from the bed, and the laptop screen automatically turned off, revealing a faint outline of the tossing and turning in the darkness.

After a long while, the clouds stopped and the rain ceased.

Ran Mouri lay in Aozawa's arms, her eyes still moist, looking bewildered and questioning the meaning of life.

The original shirt had long since been thrown away somewhere, and the satisfied man embraced her and closed his eyes.

"Go to sleep."

Ran Mouri punched him in annoyance. She was sleeping soundly when he woke her up, and now she couldn't fall back asleep.

"You're not going to sleep? You want to come again, don't you?"

Chapter 530: Does it matter whether I think it's feasible or not?

Qingze looked around.

He had previously searched for the location of Dr. Payton's research institute but to no avail; now, he had arrived here effortlessly.

This also shows from another angle that the old man was desperate.

He didn't have much time left, so he was eager to get results on both the drug A trial and this consciousness realm.

Dr. Payton, with his gray hair, came out and his gaze fell on Qingze.

He stood under the cold white light, half his face shrouded in the shadow of his hood, revealing no emotion, exuding a lifeless and indifferent demeanor, as if nothing mattered.

Dr. Peyton had reviewed Kognac's detailed records and was already familiar with his condition.

Koniak suffered from several mental illnesses, but the most obvious symptoms were professionally known as bipolar disorder, often simply referred to as manic-depressive disorder.

This type of illness can cause patients' emotions to fluctuate wildly and repeatedly, sometimes manic and crazy, sometimes depressed and lifeless.

This symptom had already deteriorated to its extreme in him; his emotional outbursts were completely unpredictable, and the intensity of his outbursts was terrifying.

Coupled with his terrifyingly powerful physical strength, Koniak was a walking deadly danger, and his behavior during episodes was completely uncontrollable.

Dr. Payton did not approach, maintaining a relatively safe distance, and gave a friendly smile.

"Long time no see, Koniak. You should still remember me, right?"

Qingze's gaze fell on his face, and he gave him a cold glance.

"The boss sent me here for treatment to control my condition. What, this Deep Consciousness Retrograde Chamber you're researching, besides allowing me to review my life, also has the effect of treating my illness?"

Hearing him speak, Dr. Payton felt a slight sense of relief.

The fact that he's willing to talk to people means that he's currently in a relatively safe situation.

"Of course," Dr. Payton said confidently.

"It can not only guide you to review specific moments in your life, but more importantly, it can allow you to 're-experience' those key memory points that caused you profound psychological trauma in a highly controlled environment."

"Through repeated harmonic modulation in a safe environment, the strong negative emotions associated with memories, such as fear, pain, and helplessness, are gradually diluted or even stripped away. Ultimately, when you recall those events, you feel nothing."

"This in itself is a kind of formatting and retraining for extreme emotions."

Qingze seemed slightly interested, but his eyes remained languid: "It sounds like a theoretical concept. In reality, it's just a half-finished product."

Dr. Payton did not deny it, his eyes showing the composure of a researcher.

“This technology is revolutionary. No one had ventured into this field before me. Nobody knew what the ‘finished product’ should look like. We are defining it.”

"What's the principle behind it?"

"The core lies in the synergy between the deep consciousness tracing chamber and the transcranial magnetic harmonic interferometer."

Dr. Payton pointed to the circular array in the distance and a complex, reclining cabin next to it.

"Harmonic interferometers can precisely locate and capture the neural oscillation frequencies in your brain that are associated with specific memories and emotions—that is, 'harmonics'."

"The consciousness retracing capsule provides an immersive, guided virtual environment that allows you to safely re-enter the consciousness states corresponding to those frequencies."

“We can monitor and apply reverse or modulated harmonics in real time to ‘correct’ your neural activity.”

"Frequency correction?" Qingze repeated the word, his red eyes narrowing slightly. "What exactly does it refer to?"

"Simply put, it means finding those 'disordered' or 'oversensitive' neural oscillation patterns in your brain that cause extreme emotional fluctuations, and then using specific harmonics emitted by a harmonic interferometer to suppress, cancel, or... reshape them."

"Lower the peak of mania, raise the trough of depression, and bring your emotional curve back to a more stable and controllable physiological range."

Qingze listened, feeling only cold sarcasm in his heart.

These words are three parts truth and seven parts falsehood.

The technical principle of "frequency correction" may be true, but to claim it can "regulate emotions" or "treat illnesses"...

That's utter nonsense.

The last vestige of interest on his face vanished completely, replaced by a deep weariness. Even his tone had become listless.

"My previous experiences were not very good."

"The equipment has undergone a major core upgrade, and its algorithms and accuracy are now vastly different. This time, theoretically, it should achieve even better results than expected."

Qingze didn't reply. He reached into his pocket, rummaged around for a bit, and pulled out a hard candy wrapped in cellophane. He slowly tore open the wrapper, popped the candy into his mouth, and let the sweetness melt on his tongue.

Then, he raised his eyes again and looked at Dr. Payton.

The lifeless stillness of the past had faded considerably, replaced by a sharper edge, almost with a tangible sense of scrutiny.

"Dr. Payton, as far as I know... your long-term research field is the realm of [consciousness], right?"

His crimson pupils locked onto the other person, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"So, you're trying to fob me off with a lie like 'help me treat my bipolar disorder'... do you think I'd believe you?"

Dr. Payton's gray eyes behind his glasses flickered almost imperceptibly.

Before he could answer, Qingze continued in that slow, yet probing voice:

"I have read your early paper, 'A Preliminary Exploration of the Theoretical Model of Cross-Individual Consciousness Field Transfer,' and I must say it was very bold. The ideas were imaginative, even a bit... shocking."

Dr. Payton's scholarly composure finally began to change, replaced by a surge of surprise, scrutiny, and excitement and curiosity at the prospect of being confronted with his core research area.

He took a second look at the best experimental subject he had chosen.

"You...read that paper?" His tone carried genuine surprise, as well as a hint of researcher's interest that had been piqued.

"So, from your perspective as a reader, do you think the assumptions proposed in it are theoretically feasible?"

"Does it matter whether I think it's feasible or not?"

Qingze sneered.

His scarlet eyes were now locked on Dr. Peyton's, all indifference and interest gone, leaving only a predatory scrutiny.

A subtle yet palpable killing intent, like cold spider silk, quietly emanated from the air.

"The important thing is whether you think it's feasible, Doctor."

He tilted his head slightly, his tone eerily gentle, yet every word carried immense weight.

"There are still reasons to explain why they used various pretexts to get me into that consciousness retracing pod."

"but……"

He took a very slow half-step forward. With just that half-step, Dr. Payton felt a chill rush up his spine to the top of his head.

"While I was locked in solitary confinement and my spirit was low, you still tried to influence me with your thing."

"And what reason do you intend to use to explain this, Doctor? Hmm?"

Chapter 531 This is a Great Vision

Qingze's last rising tone was like a knife as thin as a cicada's wing, gently pressed against Dr. Payton's throat.

Dr. Payton felt the hairs on his body stand on end in an instant, and a fine layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his back.

A sense of dread arises, as if one has been completely exposed, with even the deepest, most secretive operations precisely caught, leaving no room for escape.

The original staff in the laboratory had all left at some point, and the space was deathly silent and suffocating.

This question... he really couldn't explain it.

Before Dr. Peyton could even begin to process the suffocating pressure, Qingze took another step forward.