Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

“Miss Faye, I don’t like your methods at all.”

She didn't believe a word of what Fryward said, let alone these photos.

However, this behavior is really infuriating.

That's her Aze!!

They actually forged this photo!

Do you think Ran Mouri is easy to bully?!

Fryward sat there, staring in astonishment at the girl in front of him and the solid wood table that was split in two.

The table just cracked like that?

Amuro Tooru walked over quickly, his expression serious and solemn.

"Miss Lan, what happened?"

Ran Mouri looked at Tooru Amuro, her voice filled with suppressed anger.

"Mr. Amuro, please call the police for me. This woman is suspected of fabricating images and causing defamation against my boyfriend. I strongly suspect she has a deeper scheme."

Amuro Tooru's eyes flashed.

Fake images?

He took out his phone, glanced at Ran Mouri, then at Freyvo, his face showing hesitation as he wondered whether he should call.

Fryward chuckled, ignoring the coffee splattered on him, and casually stood up.

"It was just a joke, why are you taking it so seriously, Miss Mori?"

She shrugged helplessly, then looked at Amuro Tooru, "I don't think there's any need to call the police, right, Mr. Amuro?"

She smiled, a silent threat emanating from her.

Amuro Tooru put down his phone.

He looked at Ran Mouri, a hint of apology on his face:

“Ms. Lan, could you please tell me what happened? If it's convenient, why don't you two sit down and have a proper talk to clear up the misunderstanding? After all, we're still open for business, and if the police are involved, the store might not be able to operate normally today…”

Ran Mouri wasn't surprised that Amuro Tooru didn't call the police.

She said that just to see Amuro Tooru's attitude.

At the same time, it made Fryward hesitant to act rashly.

Fryward bent down to pick up the photo, his voice tinged with regret.

"I was just trying to kindly remind Miss Mori, I meant no harm, it's just that Miss Mori doesn't believe me."

Ran Mouri sneered at Fryward's affected expression.

Is it because she can't recognize Qingze's body?

Do you still think she'd fall for something so simple?

"What kind of photo is it? Can I see it?" Amuro Tooru asked curiously.

"Here you go." Fryward handed it to him casually.

"No!" Ran Mouri snatched the obscene photo away.

This concerns Qingze's reputation; even if it's fabricated, we won't let anyone see it!

Amuro Tooru has good eyesight; he caught it.

What did he see?

Bed photos?!

No wonder Ran Mouri was so angry.

It must be related to Koniak...

His gaze toward Freward was somewhat complicated.

Could this woman have taken a liking to Koniak?

And Ran Mouri, does she really trust Koniak that much?

"Miss Lan, may I take a look?"

He only caught a glimpse of it; he only saw two naked people and didn't see any other details.

A menacing glint flashed across his face, and the photo in his hand instantly crumpled into a ball.

Ran Mouri stared at him, her eyes dangerous and terrifying.

"I said, no!"

Chapter 536 Yes, you're right. Please continue.

Amuro Tooru chuckled awkwardly and took a step back, wisely avoiding mentioning the photos again.

Fryward calmly tidied his slightly disheveled hair and clothes, as if the shock of having the table smashed in front of him had never happened.

She sat back down in her original seat, even glancing at the pale-faced Kang Juan Kun Xin Su Xing Zhen not far away.

"Excuse me, another latte, please. Please put the damages on this lady's tab."

This nonchalant attitude made Ran clench her fists tighter.

She remained standing, looking down at the person in front of her who completely disregarded her.

She sensed arrogance.

It stems from the arrogance of this Freward.

She looked down on herself as a high school student; in her eyes, she was just a toy to be played with.

A person who can be easily manipulated.

Even if I smashed a table in front of her, she didn't take me seriously.

Ran Mouri looked at her with a serious expression of doubt.

"Does Miss Faye enjoy this? Producing fabricated, horrific images and then watching people break down and cry, is that it?"

"Forgery?"

Fryward tilted her head slightly, her light flaxen hair cascading over her shoulders. She rested her chin on her hand, her smile enigmatic.

"How can you be so sure it's a forgery? You trust him so much? You believe he'll be devoted to you, this hothouse flower, and remain chaste?"

"Men, especially men like him, often separate desire from reason. Some physiological needs, or... work requirements, cannot be restrained by simple emotions."

She stood up, leaned forward, and lowered her voice, making sure it was loud enough for Ran Mouri and Tooru Amuro to hear her clearly.

“Like that scar on his back, do you know how it got? I scratched it… He was scratching so hard, my fingernails carefully broke his skin…”

Ran Mouri chuckled. "Miss Faye is quite adept at imagining herself."

Scars from fingernails?

She's really good at talking nonsense.

With Qingze's self-healing ability, such a minor scratch would not leave a scar at all.

Seeing that the Maori people were so calm and didn't believe it at all, Fryward was somewhat displeased.

Do they really trust each other that much?

No, it's impossible.

Koniak is a killer!!

She looked at Ran Mouri with pity.

"You think he cares about you a lot? Do you know how he usually vents when he's stressed? Do you know whether his micro-expressions represent impatience or genuine pleasure? Do you know whose name he unconsciously calls in his sleep?"

Ran Mouri: "..."

Ran Mouri suddenly had a strong urge to get some sunflower seeds.

"please continue."

Fryward's expression froze.

What's going on with Ran Mouri?

What kind of reaction is this?

Her smile deepened, carrying a smug cruelty.

"You think you have all of him? No, you only have the most innocent and harmless side of him that he chooses to show you."

"And the other parts... those dark, unseen parts, he only shows to his own kind. Like me."

She lightly tapped her chest, her eyes defiant.

"I knew him before you did, I saw him at his worst, and I shared his most authentic moments."

"What makes your shallow feelings for him, built on deception and concealment, compare to mine?"

Ran Mouri couldn't help but laugh.

This Miss Fryward is really good at imagining things.

Her initial anger had subsided considerably, and she nodded in strong agreement, looking at Fryward as if she were watching a self-righteous farce.

"Yes, you're right. Please continue."

The deliberately maintained, seductive smile on Fryward's face froze instantly, then cracked inch by inch.

How could she be so calm?

She should be in pain! She should be crying! She should be sobbing! She should be hysterically questioning!

Or at least be angry!

Instead of watching her perform a clown act on stage with such calm, even a hint of encouragement!

The last trace of a smile vanished completely from her face, and the expression in her eyes quickly hardened, revealing a cold, obsessive, and even slightly manic nature beneath.

murderous look.

Amuro Tooru sensed a murderous aura.

Fryward slammed his foot into the half-cracked table in front of him, the heavy tabletop carrying the remaining shards of cups and saucers whistling as it hurtled toward Ran Mouri's shin!

At the same time, she formed her right hand into a claw and swiftly grabbed at Ran Mouri's throat, ruthless and direct!

"careful!"

Amuro Tooru, who had been on guard against her, cried out in surprise and instinctively took a step forward.

Ran Mouri reacted even faster!

Facing the table that was crashing into him, he swiftly raised his left leg and kicked it back.

At the same time, facing the grabbing claws, she met them head-on, flipped her wrist, and precisely grabbed Fleward's wrist pulse point, squeezing hard!

Fryward's wrist went numb, and his strength immediately diminished by half.

But her attack did not stop. With her left hand, her fingers were like a knife, and she stabbed at Ran Mouri's soft side with lightning speed!

If you get hit, your body will instinctively curl up, exposing your head and making your hair a restraining rope.

A fierce glint flashed in Ran Mouri's eyes. She pulled her right hand, which was gripping the other person's wrist, sharply to her side, while twisting her body and shifting her steps to avoid the hand knife aimed at her ribs.

Immediately afterwards, she clenched her left fist and delivered a short, powerful hook punch from below, striking the gap under Freward's armpit exposed by the pull!

boom!

A dull thud sounded.

Fryward groaned as a sharp pain under her armpit made half of her body go numb. Her left-hand attack completely collapsed, and she staggered backward, knocking over the chair behind her and nearly falling.

The entire exchange was lightning fast, lasting only two or three seconds from the moment Fryward went berserk to the moment he was hit and forced to retreat.

The other customers in the coffee shop only saw the two of them suddenly approach each other, then the chairs overturned, and the fashionable female customer took several steps back with a pained expression, while Ran Mouri stood still, her breathing steady and her eyes cold.

The guests gasped softly, some already standing up in fear.