Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

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Amuro Tooru had positioned himself between the guests and the fighting area, his hands seemingly hanging casually at his sides, but in reality, he was ready to intervene and subdue Flaward at any moment.

Fryward stared at Ran Mouri, his eyes filled with shock and anger.

In close combat, she was completely at a disadvantage!

Although it was only a few moves, those few moves were enough to show their strength.

"Good...very good."

Fryward's voice was hoarse as he forced a twisted smile, his gaze fixed on Ran Mouri like a poisoned nail.

"Ran Mouri, I really underestimated you."

She no longer concealed her chilling aura. "However, the game has only just begun."

After saying that, she grabbed her expensive handbag, which was covered in coffee stains, and turned to leave the coffee shop.

Chapter 537 He won't do anything I can't accept.

"Wait a moment."

Ran Mouri's voice rang out from behind him, and at the same time, a hand suddenly gripped Freward's upper arm.

Fryward's shoulder muscles tensed instinctively, and his elbow thrust backward like a scorpion's sting, trying to break free from the sudden grip.

Ran Mouri, following the force of her counterattack, quickly pulled and pushed her backward!

The backward pull of his coat caused Flyward to fly up, and a tiny, round object, about the size of an ordinary button, silently fell into Flyward's coat pocket.

The entire sequence of movements was fluid and natural, occurring in the blink of an eye, without attracting anyone's attention.

Even Amuro Tooru, who was standing close by and watching warily, only saw the two of them briefly come into contact due to the pulling motion.

Having achieved her goal, Ran Mouri didn't hesitate to let go, step back, and create a safe distance.

She slightly parted her feet, lowered her center of gravity, and assumed a standard karate defensive stance, her gaze fixed intently on Fred.

“Miss Faye, were you declaring war on me with what you just said?” Her voice was clear, with a cold, questioning tone.

Fryward was filled with doubt and unease by her grabbing and releasing just now, but when he heard her say that, a mocking smile immediately appeared on his lips.

This little girl is such a little girl, just to say something like that.

Declaring war?

They've practically punched me in the face; I thought it was a declaration of war...

She raised her hand to straighten the slightly creased collar of her sleeve, looked up at Ran Mouri, and let out a cold sneer.

"Declare war? Ha... What a naive and childish statement."

She stopped looking at Ran Mouri and ignored the various expressions on the faces of the people in the coffee shop. She pushed open the door of the coffee shop and disappeared into the street scene outside.

The café was silent, except for the messy tables, overturned chairs, and the lingering tension in the air.

Ran Mouri let out a soft breath.

This Frederick is up to no good.

Qingze is currently unable to spare the time to deal with Flyward, so she has to rely on herself.

She turned to the worried and lingering fear on Kang Juan's face, and said...

She spoke apologetically, her voice returning to its usual gentle tone.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Amuro, Ms. Azusa, I frightened everyone. Please compensate me for all the losses."

"Xiao Lan, I'm so glad you're alright."

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly due to OCR errors. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

"Did Miss Lan know that lady before?" Amuro Tooru's eyes were filled with inquiry.

He wasn't surprised by Ran Mouri's skills, having witnessed them many times before.

To his surprise, Fryward's attitude was unexpected.

Fryward's malice was blatantly obvious.

He put himself in Ran Mouri's shoes and thought that if he were Ran, he would probably uncontrollably start to doubt his boyfriend.

But Ran Mouri didn't.

At first, she was angry, but later she became calm and indifferent, like watching a clown.

Why could she trust Koniak so much?

What kind of image did Koniak present in front of her?

"This should be the second time I've met Ms. Faye."

Ran Mouri sighed and explained how they had come to know each other.

"That night, after we went to Sonoko's villa, Mr. Amuro, a group of people came to stay overnight because their car broke down, and one of them was that guy, Faye..."

Amuro Tooru's pupils trembled uncontrollably.

The night he left? ? ? ! !

If he had known this, he would have stayed there even if he was driven mad by Koniak!

A feeling of missing out on a fortune spread through Amuro Tooru's mind, and he felt a little short of breath.

“They were my teacher’s bodyguards. Besides Faye, there was Vodka and Mr. Cohen. They addressed each other by code names…”

so many people?

That feeling of missing out on something is even more unbearable.

"We were playing Truth or Dare at the time, and they played with us for a while, so we got to know each other..."

truth or Dare?

Amuro Tooru felt as if he had been hurt again by Cheng Dun.

If I had known... even if he were to die, he should have died there!

Amuro Tooru's soul left his body; he's been dead for a while now.

“They left the next day, and apart from that, I had no further contact with that Ms. Faye.”

Ran Mouri sighed, "I don't understand why she was so hostile towards me. She didn't even know Aze that day..."

Amuro Tooru regained his senses and quickly reviewed the whole incident.

Ran Mouri didn't believe Flyward's words because Flyward didn't know Aoyama at all before that, so the claim that he "knew him earlier" was simply not credible.

All those other statements can also be categorized as lies.

"Does Miss Lan trust Mr. Qingze that much?"

He looked at Ran Mouri with a complicated expression; this girl trusted Koniak far too much.

That's Koniak, you know...

She's so deeply involved; how will she cope once the truth comes out?

Amuro Tooru continued speaking, trying to break the trust between the two and arouse Ran Mouri's suspicion of Aozawa.

"After all, Miss Faye wouldn't have come here for no reason. It seems more like a third party who has succeeded in getting what she wanted is deliberately showing off, trying to provoke you..."

"Besides, you haven't known Mr. Qingze for very long, have you? Do you know his past? Do you know his experiences? Why do you trust him so completely?"

Amuro Tooru was almost earnestly trying to pull this blinded girl back to the right path.

Being with a killer will never end well.

Ran Mouri looked at Tooru Amuro.

She knew the police officer meant well, but she really didn't like his self-righteous good intentions.

She slowly shook her head, her voice earnest:

"Trust is the foundation of being a partner. I know Aze, I trust him, and I know he wouldn't do such a thing."

Amuro Tooru looked at her as if he were looking at someone who was tightly surrounded by an invisible wall, stubbornly clinging to their delusions yet believing themselves to be clear-headed.

After a long pause, he spoke with mixed feelings:

"So, what if... I mean, what if one day he does something you absolutely cannot accept?"

Ran Mouri smiled, a smile that was as gentle and firm as ever.

"No, he won't do anything I can't accept."

I have already accepted everything he has done...

Those memories she never told him, those things she had seen, those past events…

The madness and bloodshed he was unwilling to mention...

She knows everything.

After finishing breakfast and helping to clean up the mess in the coffee shop, Ran Mouri walked out of the coffee shop and into the sunlight.

The temperature has been a bit low lately, but the winter sun is warm and cozy, and it feels especially comfortable when it shines on you.

After basking in the sun for a while, she turned her head to look at the apartment building next door and walked up to it.

Fryward will not give up easily.

Ran Mouri isn't the type to be bullied to the point of being oblivious and then do nothing.

Instead of waiting for the opponent to make a move, it's better to strike first.

Chapter 538 Where did that child go?

Vodka drove the van diligently as the driver, while Gin sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, resting. The previous laboratory materials had already been delivered to the lab.

They are now heading to Yamanashi Prefecture, where there is also a family of five who would be a good candidate for their experiment.

The comfort of the van was far inferior to that of the Porsche. Gin took off his hat, pinched the bridge of his nose, and his dark circles under his eyes became even more pronounced.

His Porsche is with Koniak.

Once it falls into his hands, it won't be easy to get it back.

Vodka had been holding back all the way, but when he saw his older brother wake up, he finally couldn't resist his gossipy nature.

"Brother, where's Koniak? Wasn't he on the mission with you?"

"He's about to have a relapse."

Gin's usually cold voice inexplicably carried a sense of weariness.

"what……"

Vodka was speechless for a moment.

He had the privilege of witnessing Koniak's true illness a few times, and afterwards, it became a persistent shadow hanging over his head.

At that time, he had just received the code name "Vodka" and was sitting alone in a corner of the organization's hall, drinking...

The hall was dimly lit and filled with smoke. Some lower-level members and peripheral personnel were scattered around, talking in hushed tones or cleaning their weapons.

The blonde beauty, fresh from her trip to Japan, strode into the base with captivating charm, immediately drawing all eyes to her.

Who is this?

"Slurp, that face, that figure, absolutely gorgeous!"

"Are you out of your mind?! This is Lady Vermouth!"

"If I could just have one night with him, I'd be willing to die for it..."

"Get away from me if you're crazy!"

The whispers in the hall went unheard by Vermouth.

Her gaze swept around the base and landed on the child.

That child she had briefly taught, whom she remembered as being so clever as to be almost cunning, yet able to retain a strange sense of purity amidst the bloodshed.