Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Vermouth took a step back, putting some distance between them.

"Don't be like that, I'm just a little curious if you're in a relationship. I'm really curious about who could catch your eye."

She must be in a relationship, otherwise why would her temperament have softened so much?

She almost didn't recognize her.

Tsk tsk tsk, who would have thought that Koniak, known as a madman, would one day be immersed in the pleasures of love.

He even went out of his way to buy clothes for the other person.

Her curiosity was completely uncontrollable.

Ran Mouri frowned; Vermouth's inquisitive mind was intense.

"You'd better get out of my sight before my patience runs out."

Qingze stared expressionlessly at the person in front of him. His eyes behind his brown sunglasses were like ice-cold knives, as if they were about to sever someone's neck at any moment, dangerous and sharp.

Ran Mouri controlled her facial expressions and breathing while praying silently.

Now, all we can do is rely on the deterrent effect established by Mr. Qingze and hope that Vermouth will back down on her own, otherwise she doesn't know what to do.

Vermouth realized that Koniak's patience was running out, and she sighed, shrugged slightly, and looked like she couldn't do anything about him.

"Okay, I'll go then."

She has the face of an ordinary woman, but when she makes this gesture, she exudes a captivating charm.

"I hope I'll have the chance to see the person wearing that dress next time."

After saying that, she winked at Qingze and turned to leave.

As she watched the other person's figure completely disappear from sight, Ran Mouri breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the deterrent effect that Mr. Qingze had previously established was strong enough, otherwise her words would have had no effect at all.

She couldn't possibly actually do it in front of everyone.

She turned and headed towards the underground parking garage, intending to leave and go to another shopping mall.

She refused to believe that she would run into an acquaintance in another shopping mall.

As it turns out, sometimes the more you try to avoid something, the more likely it is to happen.

However, this time they encountered not Vermouth, but a person who was not mentioned at all in Kiyosawa's information.

"Aze, is it really you? I've been looking for you for so long..."

A middle-aged man looked at him, overwhelmed with emotion and at a loss for what to do.

She wanted to get close but was afraid, wanted to hug but restrained herself; her expression was a mixture of excitement and sadness, leaving Ran Mouri completely bewildered.

Who is this person?

Chapter 62 is your uncle

Seemingly finally realizing his abruptness, the middle-aged man suppressed his excitement and introduced himself.

"Sorry, I got a little emotional. Let me introduce myself. My name is Fukuda Kishimoto, and I'm your uncle."

Ran Mouri: "?"

Mr. Qingze's uncle?

Isn't Mr. Qingze an orphan?

Where did this uncle come from?

Are you still looking for Mr. Qingze's family?

How should we deal with this? Mr. Qingze didn't teach us!

Ran Mouri was not fooled by the assumption that she was from a family.

The identity of this uncle is questionable.

First of all, her visit to this mall was entirely impromptu, and she only browsed in the women's underwear store. How could she have been recognized so easily?

If she remembered correctly, this person seemed to know she was there and came straight for her.

But how did you know she was here?

After this period of performance training, her acting skills and appreciation of performance have greatly improved.

Although Mr. Fukuda acted very well, if he had been searching for his child for many years, his emotions shouldn't have been like this.

The first thing to do should be disbelief. After searching for so many years, the person suddenly appears. The first thing to do is to doubt whether you are dreaming.

Secondly, there is the surprise and the fear that it might be a false alarm.

If someone who has been missing for only a few days is found, it's normal to feel excited first.

Ran Mouri's acting classes during this period were not in vain; she carefully analyzed the emotions that various characters should express when encountering various situations.

Mr. Fukuda skipped the first two emotions and called him by his name right away, which was really too abrupt.

Also, this person doesn't look like Qingze at all.

However, the surname reminded her of the deceased Congressman Makoto Fukuda.

She had seen a black-and-white photo of Representative Fukuda on the news, and that Representative Fukuda did look somewhat similar to Aozawa.

With too many questions, Ran Mouri decided to take matters into her own hands and see what Mr. Fukuda was really up to.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying."

The young man was indifferent, showing no interest whatsoever in his words and performance, and turned to leave.

"Aze, I'm your uncle!"

Fukuda Kishimoto was anxious, seemingly not expecting the other party to have this attitude.

Ran Mouri stopped walking and looked at him coldly:

"Don't call me Aze, I don't have an uncle. Don't try to claim kinship with me."

Qingze's persona cannot be lost, and his gentle attitude depends on the person.

Fukuda Kishimoto gave a wry smile. "You've been missing for many years, and our family has been looking for you for many years. It's normal that you don't know us."

Hearing that someone was missing touched Ran Mouri's heart.

Mr. Qingze was used as a guinea pig when he was a child. Although the exact age was not mentioned, he was certainly not very old.

There are many possibilities for having no memory. It could be that one chose to forget due to a huge trauma, or that the past was erased using some kind of technological means.

Was it lost? Or abandoned?

Although Mr. Aozawa doesn't care about his past, Ran Mouri wants to help him find out.

This Fukuda Kishimoto may not be Mr. Aozawa's real relative, but he definitely has clues about Mr. Aozawa's real relatives.

"It's true that I'm an orphan, but what proof do you have that you're my so-called uncle?"

"This isn't a good place to talk. Let's find somewhere to sit down and chat."

Ran Mouri followed him into a coffee shop as instructed.

The two sat facing each other, each with a cappuccino in front of them.

Ran Mouri glanced at it but showed no intention of drinking.

Fukuda Kishimoto took out a photo and handed it to Mouri Ran. He looked at the young man's face with deep emotion.

"This is your father."

This is a black and white photograph.

The man in the photo is wearing glasses and has a gentle demeanor.

He looks exactly like Qingze with black hair, except one is younger and the other is older.

Ran Mouri is starting to believe that the person in the photo is Aozawa's father.

"He really does look a lot like me."

Fukuda Kishimoto had been observing the young man's expression and noticed that he was unusually calm.

Logically speaking, seeing a photo of one's father should evoke some emotions, right?

At this moment, Ran Mouri really didn't know what emotions to show, so she simply maintained the indifferent attitude she would have towards a stranger, as if listening to a stranger's story.

"What about him?"

Fukuda Kishimoto sighed sadly, his eyes filled with sorrow, "After you went missing when you were ten years old, we have been looking for you ever since, but no matter how hard we searched, we could not find any trace of you. Your father and mother were so grief-stricken that they passed away not long after..."

Ran Mouri frowned.

Was Qingze forced into the organization at the age of ten?

It's been thirteen years now, that's terrifying.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember anything from the past."

Ran Mouri picked up the photo, her attitude softening slightly, but not enthusiastically.

Logically speaking, a ten-year-old should already have memories, but according to Mr. Qingze, he has no memories of anything before that.

They knew nothing about her family, her origins, or her past.

Perhaps the trauma he suffered within the organization was too great, causing him to be extremely wary of everyone and distrustful of emotions; he never thought of looking for his family.

He showed no enthusiasm even when the word "family" was mentioned, as if it had nothing to do with him.

But Ran Mouri felt that this shouldn't be done.

No matter what, I must give my past self an explanation.

This photo should be of Mr. Qingze's father; we can bring it to him.

"Don't you remember anything at all?"

Fukuda Kishimoto stared into her eyes, which seemed to be filled with sadness and worry, but deep within them lay vigilance and scrutiny.

Although Fukuda Kishimoto's performance was excellent, Ran Mouri's intuition told her that this person's intentions were not pure and that he probably had another purpose for coming here.

She shook her head and said, "I injured my head and don't remember anything from before."

Upon receiving an affirmative reply, Fukuda Kishimoto sighed.

"That's true. If they still remembered, how could they have stayed away all these years without coming back..."

Indeed, only amnesia could explain why he showed no reaction when he saw the photo.

Ten years old is not an age where one cannot remember things.

Those who were meant to be found have already been found.

The young man interlaced his fingers, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him. "Mr. Fukuda, I'm curious, how did you know I was here? Could you tell me?"

“A friend of mine works in this mall. He thought you looked familiar, so he told me. I happened to be nearby, so I came right away…”

No, that's totally wrong.

She has only been at the mall for half an hour.

This speed is simply too fast.

Moreover, because she had encountered Vermouth before, Ran Mouri was particularly careful about how others looked at her, fearing that Vermouth might reappear with a different face without her noticing.

Chapter 63 Hurry up and get me the clothes

Knowing something was amiss, Ran Mouri didn't point it out; he simply looked enlightened.

"So that's it."

A hint of melancholy crept into the young man's eyes.

"Can you tell me about your family? And about my parents..."