Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

After a long silence, Kogoro Mouri finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "And what about you? What do you think?"

Qingze lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling.

"I do not know."

He looked up, and the thin layer of light in his eyes shattered into pieces.

"I...don't even know his name."

Kogoro Mouri really wanted to smoke, but he didn't.

How could something like this happen!

Qingze twitched the corner of his mouth, forcing that slight curve into a smile.

He pushed the breakfast towards the two of them, raising his voice slightly:

"Let's leave it at that for now. Breakfast is getting cold."

“Aze…”

Ran Mouri looked at him, her eyes filled with an unyielding worry.

"It's alright." Qingze held her hand, avoiding her gaze. "They're just strangers. Even if we're related by blood, they're still just strangers."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "I'm just afraid... afraid you'll mind. Afraid you'll misunderstand."

Ran Mouri looked at him and shook her head vigorously.

"No. Whoever that person is, it has nothing to do with you."

Kogoro Mouri's gaze fell on their clasped hands.

He narrowed his eyes.

understood.

This kid's trip today has revealed all the secrets.

What could be more effective than laying things out on the table?

They've reported it, played the victim, and distanced themselves from it.

He glanced at his daughter's expression and snorted inwardly.

They've become so devoted to each other.

This kid... he's got a real knack for scheming and using all sorts of tricks.

He picked up the now-cold miso soup and took another sip.

He didn't say anything.

Ran Mouri's gaze fell on her silent father, she held Aoze's hand and looked at him stubbornly.

"Dad, don't you think so?"

What can Kogoro Mouri do?

He put down the soup bowl and looked at his daughter with that expression.

From childhood to adulthood, this is how this girl acts whenever she wants to protect something.

He snorted and looked at Qingze.

His expression was serious, though.

"What happens to that person is none of your business," he said, his tone not harsh, but heavy, indicating that this was his true thought.

"Qingze, don't overthink it. Like you said, you're just strangers."

Chapter 566 I Talked to Him About Life

Below the office building, sunlight slanted in from the end of the street.

Ran Mouri stopped and reached out to touch Aoze's lower eyelid.

"You have dark circles under your eyes." She gently pressed the faint bluish-gray area, her eyes filled with concern. "Go back to sleep."

Warm fingers gently touched under his eyes, and Qingze's eyelids twitched.

He raised his hand and took her hand in his.

He gently stroked her delicate fingertips with his thumb twice, then turned his head slightly and leaned close to her ear.

"Sleep with me." His voice was low, his breath brushing against her neck. "I have insomnia."

Warm breath entered her ear, and Ran Mouri's neck stiffened. Goosebumps rose from behind her ear to her shoulder, and her face flushed red.

If she could just sleep peacefully, she'd write her name backwards!

"do not want!"

"Ah—" Qingze watched her blush, the last syllable lingering, but his eyes crinkled, "So cruel, so cold-blooded, so heartless..."

He paused, then added, deliberately softening his voice:

"Waaaaah... I'm so sad..."

Ran Mouri quickly covered his mouth.

Her palm pressed against his warm lips, seemingly oblivious to the stares of passersby, and she felt her ears burning.

She glared at him, lowered her voice, and her ears turned bright red:

"We're outside! Stop fooling around!"

Qingze blinked, looking utterly innocent.

After laughing for a while, Qingze stopped teasing her.

He took her hand and they strolled slowly down the street. Sunlight filtered through the sycamore leaves, falling gently on their shoulders.

"What did you do last night?" Ran Mouri looked up at him.

"He went to steal."

"what?"

Qingze turned his head to look at her, paused for two seconds, and then spoke directly.

"Sherry has been exposed."

There were no passersby around.

Even the sound of the wind seemed to quiet down at that moment.

Ran Mouri stopped in her tracks, frozen in place.

"How could this be?!"

“I received a special mission last night,” Qingze said calmly. “It was personally assigned by the BOSS. He asked me to bring Sherry back to the research institute. He gave me her address, identity information, and photo.”

Ran Mouri's heart sank little by little.

Seeing the worry rising in her eyes, Qingze squeezed the hand he was holding.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to her. She's a researcher trained by the organization for many years, an important figure. At most, her personal freedom will be restricted, but she won't die."

He paused, then added:

"Moreover, she asked to take it back herself."

He briefly explained the deal he made with Shirley.

As Ran Mouri listened, her tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

She sighed softly.

"For now... this is the only way."

Their identities had been exposed, and the organization acted so quickly—luckily, they were one step ahead.

otherwise……

She didn't think any further.

“Let’s go,” Qingze said, pulling her toward the car parked by the roadside. “Let’s go to the hospital to visit our Conan friend.”

Ran Mouri fastened her seatbelt, glanced at him sideways, and instantly saw through his little scheme.

The visit was just a pretense; he really wanted to see Conan's reaction.

She stared at him, then suddenly spoke:

"I feel... you seem to care a lot about Conan."

It wasn't the kind of concern that comes from a rival in love; it was a different kind of special attention, which is hard to describe.

Qingze smiled and said, "Isn't it normal to pay attention to the [protagonist]?"

Special people need more attention.

Especially after learning about his relationship with the boss behind the scenes.

He was genuinely curious about what the young detective would do after learning that Ai Haibara had returned to the organization.

What will Yusaku Kudo, Shuichi Akai, and the others do next?

Ran Mouri is already used to Aozawa saying that Conan is the "protagonist".

Qingze's way of thinking is always different from ordinary people. In the past, he treated the world as a real game, and he didn't care much about life and death, honor and disgrace.

But for Ran Mouri, whether she's a "protagonist" or a "passerby," everyone has their own story and is the protagonist of their own life.

In Qingze's eyes, these special individuals were simply those who had a bit more "luck" than ordinary people.

“Conan has been in the hospital lately, so he shouldn’t have run into any trouble…” Ran Mouri said.

Conan occasionally keeps in touch with her. Since being hospitalized after the explosion, Conan has been in a stable situation, without encountering any danger or cases.

Qingze chuckled enigmatically, "Without updating the map, where would the events come from?"

Ran Mouri, seeing his mischievous expression, put her hand to her forehead. "Ze, don't do anything rash..."

"Don't worry." Qingze started the car and casually said, "I'll ask Kuroba Kaito out and tell him I'll treat him to dinner tomorrow..."

Ran Mouri froze, then turned to look at him.

Why the sudden invitation to Kaito Kuroba to dinner?

Qingze looked at the road ahead, the slight smile still lingering on his lips.

"I talked to him about life."

Ran Mouri: "..."

Are you sure we're talking about life, and not about anything dangerous?

She stroked her chin with one hand, trying to deduce something from Qingze's behavior.

But after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't figure out what Qingze was up to.

Too much information is missing.

All she knew was that Shinichi Kudo and Kaito Kuroba were cousins; nothing else.

Unable to figure it out, she asked directly:

"Going to see Conan again, looking for Kuroba... Azawa, what are you planning?"

"I didn't plan anything. I just wanted to give them some information and then watch the excitement."

Kaito Kuroba, far away in Ekoda, sneezed and inexplicably had a terrifying feeling that he was being watched by something.

......

The hospital wards are a bit crowded today.

After disguising himself, Yusaku Kudo sat by the window, Subaru Okiya leaned against the wall, Yukiko stood guard at the foot of the bed, and Conan was also on the hospital bed...

The space for four people felt inexplicably oppressive.

"Haibara...went back to the organization?" Conan sat on the hospital bed, gripping the blanket tightly, his voice hoarse.

“Yes. The organizers arrived very quickly yesterday morning,” Subaru Okiya said calmly, his tone even.