Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Obeying, or refusing to cooperate.

The bloodstains on his neck were still bleeding.

She stepped barefoot on the floor, and the chill crept up from her feet, spreading down her spine like countless tiny ice needles piercing her bones.

She lowered her head.

No one could see her expression.

Only the hands hanging at her sides, clenched into tight fists. Those hands were trembling slightly, but the trembling was slow and restrained, like a trapped beast suppressing its last struggle.

The time was stretched out for a long time.

Then--

The hand let go.

She raised her head and started walking.

Obediently, step by step, I walked towards the door deep in the corridor.

"Since our protagonist is willing to cooperate, I should also make my exit and go to sleep." Qingze yawned and turned to leave.

He had only taken two steps when he turned back to look at Gin, whose dark circles resembled those of a panda, his concern unusually genuine.

"Model worker, take it easy, don't die from overwork."

"Heh..." Gin sneered, his gaze fixed on him. "Where's my car?"

Qingze tilted his head, his face full of innocence.

"What car? I don't know."

Gin looked at him expressionlessly. "Do I need to remind you? You have someone to rely on now, don't you?"

Qingze's expression changed instantly. He rummaged in his pocket with a blank look, pulled out the car keys, and twirled his index finger through the clasp.

"You stingy person. I was just keeping it for you."

He raised his hand as soon as he finished speaking.

The bunch of keys flew out of his hand like a bullet, heading straight for Gin's face.

The sound of something cutting through the air was sharp and piercing.

Gin's pupils suddenly contracted.

He raised his hand and caught the key in mid-air. The sound of metal striking his palm was muffled and crisp, as if he had been hit by a huge force, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

......

Brandy held a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold in his hand.

On the wall in front of him were several monitors, silently displaying surveillance footage from different angles.

The cold light from the screen reflected on his face, dividing his features, which bore a striking resemblance to Yusaku Kudo, into two distinct halves of light and shadow.

His gaze fell on one of the screens.

That's the main monitoring system in the lab.

In the image, a miniature version of Sherry is standing in front of a giant machine.

She changed into the white lab coat issued by the base without considering her current size, so it didn't fit her at all.

On his neck, the bloodstain that had not yet completely dried was faintly visible.

Two researchers stood behind her, one on her left and one on her right, like two silent statues, serving as both monitors and assistants.

She looked down at the data panel in her hand.

Very quiet, very compliant.

It was as if they had already accepted their fate.

Bai Ren picked up his coffee, took a sip, and a very faint smile appeared on his lips.

Great, the principal investigator and test subject is now in place.

The remaining task is to increase the success rate and stabilize the drug's efficacy.

......

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle golden glow into the room.

Ran Mouri had just gotten up, her hair still a little messy and hanging over her shoulders. Before she could even wash up, there was a gentle knock on the door.

She opened the door, and Qingze was standing there, carrying several steaming breakfast items, the aroma wafting in through the crack in the door.

"Aze!" Ran Mouri's eyes lit up, and she cheerfully stepped aside to let him in. "Why are you up so early today?"

She subconsciously raised her hand to smooth her still slightly messy hair, her cheeks flushing slightly.

She hadn't washed her face or her hair; it was all messy, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Qingze's gaze fell on her face, and he smiled as he waved the breakfast in his hand. "I had insomnia and couldn't sleep, so I just got up. I took a walk and bought some breakfast to bring to you."

Insomnia?

Ran Mouri was taken aback, her gaze falling on his lower eyelids. There was a faint dark circle under his lower eyelids, not obvious, but definitely there.

It's probably not insomnia, it's that you didn't sleep at all last night.

Hearing the noise, Kogoro Mouri, who was already up, poked his head out of the bedroom, his eyes filled with a mixture of scrutiny and concern.

Aozawa changed his shoes and entered the house. Seeing Kogoro Mouri, he greeted him politely, "Good morning, Mr. Mouri."

"Insomnia? What's wrong?" Kogoro Mouri walked over, wearing a coat, and his gaze swept over Aozawa's face.

Xiaolan said that Qingze seems to have depression. Could he have a relapse?

He walked to the low table in the living room and sat down. Qingze opened the breakfast he had brought and placed it on the table, rubbing his temples wearily.

"I suddenly discovered I have a twin brother..."

His expression was one of frustration, helplessness, and bewilderment, as if he didn't know how to cope.

"Twin brothers?" Kogoro Mouri looked shocked.

How did a twin brother suddenly appear?

That was so sudden!

Ran Mouri glanced at him, their eyes met for a moment, and she quickly resumed her act.

Her brow furrowed, filled with deep worry: "Is it the same person from last time? Is it confirmed?"

Chapter 565 You are all strangers

Qingze nodded. "He contacted me yesterday. The DNA test results confirm that they are brothers."

"What? Which person? What are you talking about?" Kogoro Mouri was completely confused.

Ran Mouri and Aoze exchanged a glance, then sat down to explain to their father:

"On Christmas Day, we took Ayumi and the others to the Christmas market, and in the parking lot we met someone who looked a lot like Aozawa..."

“Having a twin brother should be a good thing, right?” Kogoro Mouri asked cautiously, his tone much gentler than usual. “This person’s identity… is there something special about him?”

Qingze raised his head, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The smile seemed weighed down by something heavy, unable to rise.

"Mr. Mori, you guessed right."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "That person... got out of the same car as the white-haired assassin that Xiaolan had encountered before. His aura... was terrifying."

Kogoro Mouri's pupils contracted sharply, and the chopsticks he had just picked up slammed down on the table.

"what!"

Does that mean Qingze's twin brother is also an assassin?!

Qingze took a deep breath, as if gathering the courage to continue speaking.

“Besides the DNA report, he also sent me an investigation report yesterday.” His voice was a little hoarse. “The report shows… he was taken away at birth. Afterwards, someone replaced him with a stillborn baby.”

"What?!" Kogoro Mouri jumped to his feet in shock. "Who did this?! How could they be so ruthless?!"

Qingze raised his head and said, word by word:

"Makoto Fukuda".

This name is like a boulder, heavily crashing into everyone's heart.

Kogoro Mouri stood frozen in place, his mind racing with memories of the Fukuda family.

Fukuda Shin killed his brother, father, and nephew for the position of head of the family. The deceased senator Fukuda Makoto was perverted and obsessive... And now, this has been added to the list: taking away his newborn nephew and training him to be an assassin.

The Fukuda family is absolutely ruthless!

The living room was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall.

The sunlight was still warm, but it couldn't penetrate the shadow in Qingze's eyes at that moment.

“This is the investigation report he gave me unilaterally.” Qingze’s voice lowered. “I don’t know how much of it is true… I don’t remember much about the past.”

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head.

Kogoro Mouri instinctively reached for his cigarette, but his fingers touched his empty pocket, and he remembered that he had been forced to quit during his last hospitalization.

He paused, picked up the miso soup from the disposable lunchbox on the table, and gulped down half of it in one go. The hot soup rushed into his stomach, making his heart clench.

He exhaled heavily, as if he were expelling something along with it.

"I'll help you look into it." He put down the lunchbox, his voice low but deep. "This matter can't remain unclear; we have to get to the bottom of it!"

Qingze looked up at him and slowly shook his head.

"No need, Mr. Mori."

"That person... to me, is just a stranger."

“I haven’t been surnamed Fukuda for a long time. My former identity is now a dead record. These things have nothing to do with me anymore.”

"Besides, his identity is complicated, and the forces behind him are mysterious. Getting involved rashly could easily drag us all into danger..."

"Is he willing to do this?" Kogoro Mouri interrupted him, his brows furrowed tightly.

They never had the initiative.

That's an assassin. How could an assassin not want revenge?

Qingze sighed again, this time longer and heavier than before.

“I saw him last night.”

Kogoro Mouri remained silent and waited.

“He said… after finding out all this, he really wanted to kill me.” Qingze’s lips twitched, a smile that was also like a cry. “He hates me. Even though I know nothing. I had parents, but he… has nothing.”

A silence descended, pressing down on one, making it hard to breathe.

Kogoro Mouri stared at the table in front of him, unable to say a word.

Everything is subject to comparison.

Qingze is innocent. But what about the child?

Born from the same womb, one was cherished and warmed, and even if it later broke, it was still whole at one time; the other, from the moment it was born, was empty, cold, and had nothing at all.

That kind of hatred can lead to misplaced anger.

As for feelings?

What kind of feelings can two people have who don't even know the other exists?

“He said he investigated a lot about me…” Qingze’s voice was erratic, as if he were talking to himself, “and later he gave up the idea of ​​killing me.”

He said, "Nobody is happy. I'm not doing well either. He felt... at peace."

Kogoro Mouri looked up at him.

My chest feels like it's blocked by something, and it aches and hurts.

Qingze's lips twitched slightly, his emotions hard to describe. "He said we should keep to ourselves, he won't contact me again, and I shouldn't bother him either."

Seeing Qingze like this, Ran Mouri felt a pang of heartache and took his hand, trying to convey some warmth and strength.