Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Subaru Okiya got up and walked to the table, picked up the bag of fruit, and carefully ran his fingers over it. He turned it over twice, confirming that there were no hidden compartments, no listening devices, and nothing else.

He looked up and shook his head at Yusaku Kudo.

They just came to visit. Nothing unusual happened.

Yusaku Kudo's gaze fell on the bag of fruit, and he suddenly spoke, his tone as if he were talking about something very ordinary:

"Could we use Qingze's special relationship with Koniak?" He paused, "Or perhaps as one of our bargaining chips in our cooperation with Koniak?"

Conan suddenly looked up.

The color hadn't fully returned to his face, but his eyes brightened and then dimmed, their expression complex, as if something had been spilled.

"Have you confirmed their relationship?" His voice was a little tense.

“Yes.” Subaru Okiya nodded, his tone certain. “Twin brothers. Eighty percent likely.”

He paused, his gaze falling on a certain spot in the void, as if recalling something.

"As for whether it can be used as leverage," he said, "it depends on Koniak's opinion and attitude towards Qingze. This... perhaps we need to test Qingze to find out."

Conan remained silent for a few seconds.

"They really are twin brothers...?"

He murmured, his voice so soft it was as if he were talking to himself.

The world is truly dramatic.

It turns out that Aoze and Koniak are actually twins.

What about Xiaolan?

Doesn't that mean Xiaolan is indirectly connected to Koniak?

A strange, indescribable feeling welled up inside him, making it hard to breathe.

Yusaku Kudo glanced at him, said nothing, and pondered for a moment:

“I’ll visit Qingze tomorrow,” he said, his voice steady, “to gauge his attitude and opinion.”

He paused for a moment, then looked at his son on the hospital bed.

"Conan, get ready to be discharged." His tone left no room for argument. "There's no need for you to stay in the hospital any longer."

......

As the car drove away from the hospital, the shadows of the plane trees lining both sides of the street swept past the car window.

Ran Mouri turned her head to look at Aozawa in the driver's seat.

"Did you figure it out?"

Qingze's lips curled up slightly.

"I gleaned a lot of information from this."

"for example?"

Qingze turned his head, glanced at her quickly, and then looked back ahead.

"Tell me, let me see how much you can figure out." His tone carried a hint of testing.

Ran Mouri thought about it seriously.

"Mr. Akai is at the hospital, probably to protect Conan," she said slowly, organizing her thoughts as she spoke.

Ai Haibara has returned to the organization. So, the only person left who needs protection is Conan. Subaru Okiya's appearance at the hospital has a clear purpose.

Her brows furrowed, and a layer of worry appeared in her eyes.

"Conan..." her voice trailed off, "Is he in danger too?"

Haibara's identity has been exposed. What about Conan? Has his identity also been revealed to the organization?

Qingze tapped his fingers lightly twice on the steering wheel.

"That's not necessarily true."

He spoke slowly, as if he were considering his words.

In the document I gave you last time, Brandy deliberately omitted information about the Kuroba and Kudo families.

There might be an intention to hide oneself, but perhaps... there's also the intention to protect these loved ones.

Now that he knows his nephew has grown smaller, what will he do?

Qingze's brow furrowed slightly.

“I know very little about the person behind the scenes,” he said, a rare hint of uncertainty in his voice. “His style and behavior are not fully conceived in my mind. He is unpredictable.”

Ran Mouri leaned forward slightly.

Her eyes were bright, practically overflowing with curiosity.

"Who is the person behind it all?" she whispered, as if afraid of being overheard.

Qingze turned to look at her.

Sunlight streamed in through the car window, falling on his face and outlining his features with a golden edge.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up, curving into a mysterious arc.

He extended a finger and gently touched his lips, making a gesture.

Ran Mouri glared at him.

"Playing hard to get!"

Qingze laughed again, this time genuinely laughing out loud.

"You'll find out about someone closely connected to the Kudo family tomorrow."

“Edogawa Conan should be discharged from the hospital soon.” Aozawa’s gaze fell on the road ahead, his tone unhurried. “For his safety, his mother may disguise him again and abandon the identity of Edogawa Conan.”

Ran Mouri nodded.

She observed this as well.

"Hmm, I see that some things in the ward have been put away, so they probably don't plan to stay in the hospital any longer."

As for disguise—that's a reasonable assumption based on security.

If she were Aunt Yukiko, she would also choose to disguise Conan.

A slight smile curved Qingze's lips.

"However, whether it's easy or difficult to accept is not very meaningful," he said casually.

Ran Mouri turned her head to look at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Knowing Conan's true identity," Aozawa tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, "there are many ways to lure someone out. Disguise... it's just a way to deceive yourself."

His words weren't harsh, but they made Ran Mouri's heart sink slightly.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

indeed.

Binga lured Shinichi out directly back then, and they still fell for the same trick.

This kind of kindness is a fatal weakness.

Qingze glanced at her, the slight smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth.

“I reckon Yusaku Kudo has some ideas,” he said, with a hint of amusement in his voice. “He looks very calm, not flustered at all.”

Ran Mouri thought about the scene in the hospital room.

Conan's face was pale and he looked unwell. The blanket was covered with scratch marks, while Yusaku Kudo stood by the window, composed and without a trace of panic in his eyes.

In comparison, indeed...

"He must have a plan."

Ran Mouri stopped thinking about it.

Conan has his parents and the FBI to protect him; it's inappropriate for her to worry about him.

Moreover, she has already done enough.

The car stopped at a red light, and Qingze yawned.

The yawn was long and deep, and tears of primal instinct welled up in the corners of his eyes, glistening on his eyelashes.

He blinked, and a tear slid down his cheek. He didn't wipe it away, just lazily turned his head to look at Ran Mouri.

Seeing his tired appearance, Ran Mouri felt a pang of heartache again.

"Go back to sleep." She reached out and gently wiped away a tear from his face with her fingertips.

"Will you stay with me? Otherwise, I won't sleep."

Ran Mouri: "..."

There's just no way to deal with him.

"Don't do anything unnecessary!"

Qingze blinked, his eyes looking innocent.

Am I that kind of person?

"Aren't you one of them?!"

Ran Mouri glared at him, her ears already burning.

Qingze's lips slowly curved into a smile.

"In your heart, am I that kind of person? Waaah, I'm so sad..."

Ran Mouri took a deep breath and said, word by word:

"Aze, I'm going to hit you."

Chapter 569 This is not a dream

Ran Mouri lay on the bed, expressionless, acting as a body pillow, being held sideways by someone.

Her face was flushed an unnatural red, which spread from her cheeks to her ears and neck.

My body was taut like a fully drawn string; I dared not move, so tense that I even held my breath.

Fortunately, that person was relatively well-behaved.

I didn't do anything unnecessary.

He simply rested his head on her neck, wrapped one arm around her waist, closed his eyes, and slept peacefully.

Warm breath sprayed gently on her ears and the back of her neck, like feathers brushing against her.

Ran Mouri felt her whole body burning up.

Although... it wasn't the first time he had held me in his arms while I slept.

but.

In broad daylight...

She stared at the ceiling, counting her heartbeats.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths... I don't know how many breaths I counted, but the breathing next to me gradually became steady and deep, as if I had really fallen asleep.

Her tense body gradually relaxed, and she slowly turned her head, her gaze falling on his face.

Qingze sleeping with his eyes closed is very different from his usual self.

Those eyes were closed quietly, and long eyelashes cast a small shadow under the eyelids.

His features relaxed, his eyebrows and eyes became peaceful, his contours softened, and even his breathing had a reassuring rhythm.

He looks...so well-behaved.

These two words suddenly popped into Ran Mouri's mind.