Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Suppress your worries and keep reading; the rest is full of advice and instructions.

If you encounter something you can't handle, go to Bai Yu. Don't send me important messages or comments, to avoid being secretly monitored.

[There's a lot going on at work. Vermouth's currently on a mission, so she probably won't have time to bring you to the set. Let's put filming on hold for now. I'm worried about leaving you alone on set...]

Be careful in everything you do, and I'll contact you later.

And remember to think of me.

(づ￣3￣)づ╭～】

As she read to the end, a smile spread across her face, as if she could see Qingze's lips curling up in a smile.

Qingze is a man of plans and arrangements; if he doesn't want to, no one in the research institute can control him.

If he feels it is harmful or unsafe, then he is unlikely to cooperate with the research.

After lying in bed for a while, she sent a message to her teacher.

……

As always, the air at Poirot Café is filled with the rich aroma of coffee beans.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, carrying a warm scent.

Fryward sat in a corner by the window, a pair of stylish sunglasses casually perched on his head, covering a few strands of light flaxen hair.

On the small round table in front of her sat an expensive limited-edition handbag and a half-finished latte.

She was leisurely flipping through the latest issue of a fashion magazine, just like any other ordinary customer.

She's been at this coffee shop for two days now.

She claimed to be watching Bourbon, but she didn't notice anything at all; she only saw a blonde waitress working diligently.

There was no one to contact me. I went to work and left work on time, and walked the dog for half an hour after get off work.

Boring, so incredibly boring.

At this rate, how long will it take her to find a breakthrough and locate Sherry?

Her gaze fell to the window, where the words "Mouri Detective Agency" were reflected in the glass window opposite.

As far as she knew, Koniak's girlfriend lived upstairs.

I hope that little girl appears soon; she has prepared a gift for her.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Ran Mouri appeared outside the glass window and walked straight into the coffee shop.

She donated a bucket of colorful silk to the temple, and then... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context). She continued, "I'm so grateful to them. They've given me so much, but I'm still so grateful."

My gaze suddenly paused as it swept over a spot.

Fryward?

Ran Mouri's heart skipped a beat.

She glanced at Amuro Tooru behind the bar. He was just placing coffee on a tray, preparing to put it on a customer's table. His profile showed a focused and normal expression, revealing nothing unusual.

What's Fryward doing here? Is he here for Amuro Tooru? Or for her?

In a flash, countless thoughts surged.

Ran Mouri's face showed just the right amount of surprise and a hint of delight at the chance encounter as she walked toward that corner.

She stopped a short distance from the table, her voice clear and gentle, just loud enough for the people in the quiet shop to hear clearly:

“Miss Fryward? What a coincidence, I didn’t expect to meet you here.”

Upon hearing this address, Amuro Tooru paused slightly as he placed the coffee on the table, then set it down with a friendly smile.

"Your coffee is ready, please enjoy."

He turned around and casually glanced at Fred, who was not far away.

This woman has been coming to the shop for coffee frequently these past few days. Apart from sitting for a longer period of time, she seems no different from any other customer.

But to my surprise, she turned out to be Fred!

If he didn't know that, how did Ran Mouri know her code name?

Fryward smiled slightly, put down the magazine in his hand, and looked up.

She glanced at Amuro Tooru without making it obvious, and met his wary gaze.

She made no attempt to conceal her surveillance, her red lips curving upwards even further.

A moment later, she turned her gaze back to Ran Mouri.

“Ms. Mori, what a coincidence. But please don’t call me that. That’s what we call you at work. I’m on vacation now, and if you call me that, it makes me feel like I’m still at work.”

"Then what should I call you?"

“Faya, that is my name.”

"Miss Faye," Ran Mori readily agreed and changed her form of address.

"Miss Mori, please have a seat. I'll treat you to coffee."

"Thank you for your kind offer, Miss Faye. However, I don't usually drink coffee in the morning."

Ran Mouri wore a polite smile, shook her head slightly, and naturally sat down in the booth opposite Freward.

Fryward raised an eyebrow, picked up his latte, took a sip, and kept his gaze fixed on Ran Mouri's face with a lazy, appraising look.

"Miss Mori, are you on winter break? Why don't I see your boyfriend with you?"

Ran Mouri chuckled, her tone relaxed and natural:

“We’re not conjoined twins, how can we be stuck together all the time? He has his own things to do too.”

"Is that so?" Fryward put down his coffee cup, leaned forward slightly, and placed his arms on the table, revealing a section of his fair wrist and an exquisite bracelet on his wrist.

A subtle expression, somewhere between a best friend's whisper and a mature woman's teasing, appeared on her face as she lowered her voice.

"That's perfect. How about I teach you some practical dating tips? I guarantee your guy will... never leave you."

"Tips on dating?"

Ran Mouri raised her eyes, her clear eyes revealing a hint of curiosity typical of girls her age, as well as a touch of unguarded innocence.

Fryward's red lips curved into a charming smile, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint.

For example, "How to make a man unable to resist you in bed".

"!?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ran Mouri's expression went blank for a moment, as if she hadn't understood, or as if she had been hit by this overly direct and explicit topic.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of scalding heat shot from the base of my neck straight to the top of my head!

Her cheeks, earlobes, and even neck quickly flushed crimson, like a ripe tomato.

Chapter 535 Your Man, He Tastes Really Good

Looking at Ran Mouri, who was practically steaming with embarrassment, Fryward's eyes were practically overflowing with amusement.

Is this the kind of innocent and pure style that Koniak likes?

Could it be that he hasn't touched Ran Mouri yet?

She leaned forward slightly, bringing her close to Ran's ear, the subtle breaths almost brushing against Ran's earlobe.

"I've slept with him. His back... is very strong."

As he spoke, Fryward leaned back in his chair, lightly licking his lips with a hint of lingering satisfaction.

however--

The anticipated breakdown, incredulous screams, or even more intense emotional outbursts did not occur.

After Ran Mouri understood what she was saying, the blush that had appeared on her face due to embarrassment vanished instantly, as if wiped away by an invisible hand, leaving no trace.

Instead, there is an almost crystal-clear, icy calm.

Those clear, gentle eyes, now like two still pools of water in deep winter, silently gazed at Fryward, carrying the chill of winter.

“Miss Faye, I don’t like what you’re saying.”

Her tone was cold, devoid of any of her previous gentleness.

Like a dozing tiger, it opened its dangerous eyes and straightened its back.

The smug, malicious smile on Fryward's face froze almost imperceptibly.

She had rehearsed various reactions, but she hadn't expected this...calmness.

Like watching a clown.

But this reaction only fueled that morbid desire.

How could she be so calm?

How could she trust him so much?

She should cry, she should shed tears, she should be hysterical!

She should be in pain!

You don't believe me?

Leward's smile sharpened. She slowly took a thin kraft paper envelope from her designer handbag, gently pushed it across the table, and placed it in front of Ran Mouri.

Her eyes were fixed on Ran Mouri, not missing a single trace on her face.

"Take a look at this."

Ran Mouri's gaze slowly shifted from Fryward's face to the plain envelope.

Her expression remained unchanged; she merely raised an eyebrow slightly, showing no intention of touching it.

Fryward waited patiently for a few seconds before taking the initiative to open the seal on the envelope.

She pulled a photo out from inside, pinching the edge with her fingertips, and turned the image towards Ran Mouri.

That was a photo taken in bed.

The background is a messy dark silk bed sheet, and the lighting is dim and ambiguous.

The person in the photo is shirtless, with scattered red marks on his body. He is lying on his side, revealing half of Qingze's face.

A woman's arm wrapped intimately around his waist, her cheek pressed against his chest, revealing only the smooth, slender curve of her back and her short hair, the same color as Fred's.

Ran Mouri's breathing paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Then came the rising anger.

Although I knew she harbored blatant lust, I never imagined she would resort to such dirty and disgusting methods!

"Your man tastes really good," Fryward said with a smile, licking his lips.

This sentence ignited the fuse of the explosives.

boom--

A deep, chilling bang suddenly shattered the quiet space that had been filled only with the aroma of coffee and whispers.

Ran Mouri slammed her right fist hard onto the hard solid wood table in front of her.

The next second, a teeth-grinding snapping sound rang out!

A grotesque crack instantly erupted from the thick, solid wood tabletop, centered on the point where her fist landed. The crack spread rapidly like a spider web, splitting the entire table in two!

The coffee cup, milk jug, and Fryward's designer handbag on the table, along with the glaring photograph, all lost their support and tumbled to the ground along with the cracked tabletop.

Coffee splattered all over Fryward's clothes, leaving a mess.

Everyone in the coffee shop looked over in horror, and the entire room fell silent.

Ran Mouri slowly withdrew her fist and stood up straight.

She looked down at Fryward, who was sitting there, her eyes as cold as ice.