Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The study door was gently pushed open, and Ran Mouri walked in carrying a plate of freshly baked cookies, their warm, sweet aroma wafting in first.

She spotted Qingze looking at the tablet computer with a smile on his lips.

She placed the white porcelain plate on the corner of the table, walked naturally behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gently rested her chin on the top of his head.

"What are you looking at, laughing so happily?"

Qingze grasped her hand that was wrapped around his arm and looked back.

Ten years have passed, and the people around me have long since shed their girlish naiveté, accumulating a calm, gentle, and resilient beauty.

Time has been kind to her, adding only to her charm without diminishing her beauty in the slightest.

He stroked her slender wrist, held the tablet in front of her, and deliberately spoke with a troubled tone:

“Your fans are quite interesting. When I said I was your husband, they didn’t believe me and even tried to wake me up.”

Ran Mouri looked at the screen through his hand, and after seeing his nickname, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Who would believe you chose this name?"

“Sigh,” Qingze leaned back in his chair, pulling her closer, his sigh full of amusement, “My wife is so charming, there’s a long line of men who want to be her ‘husband,’ it’s really a headache.”

Ran Mouri smiled and lowered her head, gently placing a kiss on his cheek, her breath warm and soft.

"My husband has always only had you."

Qingze's eyes darkened, and he tightened his grip on her hand slightly. The chair spun slightly, and he pulled her into his arms.

A kiss on the cheek isn't enough.

He whispered, his voice lowering, his gaze fixed on her smiling lips.

Before she could respond, his kiss landed gently, capturing her smile.

The kiss carried a biscuit-like sweetness and a deep, unwavering affection that had remained unchanged for ten years.

After the kiss ended, he didn't let go, but instead gently rubbed his nose against her hair.

Ran Mouri smiled and turned her head. "Why don't you change your nickname and verify your identity? That way no one will question it."

"No, that's not fun."

Ran Mouri chuckled and gently pinched his cheek. This guy, after ten years, hasn't changed a bit.

Qingze took her hand, gently stroking it in his palm and turning the ring that she never took off on her ring finger.

"Sometimes I feel that time flies so fast, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye."

"Yes...it's been ten years already without us even realizing it..."

Ran Mouri grasped his hand in return, their fingers intertwined.

The two rings were stacked on top of each other, shimmering quietly in the sunlight.

A happy and peaceful life is nothing more than this.

[Movie Viewing - Opening]

(This was an unconventional viewing experience; I felt the opening was quite good. I slightly modified the content, removing the part where Qingze's identity was revealed prematurely.)

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If the world were a book, what role would you play in it?

Is he a protagonist who forges ahead relentlessly, making the world make way for him?

Or will he stick to one path to the end, remaining a steadfast and unwavering absolute villain?

Or perhaps they were just cannon fodder characters who appeared and disappeared at lightning speed to advance the plot?

Or perhaps, a supporting character who wanders in the world of the main characters, knowing what happens but not why?

Want to enter a time-traveling movie theater and watch your own story with the protagonist?

At the same time, this line of text appeared in front of many people, and it did not disappear as their gaze moved, but remained stubbornly on their retina.

Some people made a choice instantly, while others pondered for a long time before choosing no.

The moment they chose to enter, they found themselves in a special space.

The vast space was dimly lit. They sat in single luxury chairs, with a huge screen in front of them and shadowy figures all around them.

Familiar or unfamiliar figures sat on the chairs, some looking around to observe their surroundings, others lost in thought.

The memory of death has become blurred, as if it had been deliberately forgotten, or as if a long time had passed and all emotions had calmed down.

This is a private box located at the top, overlooking the entire scene below and taking in everyone's faces and expressions.

Aozawa sat in the middle, with Ran Mouri sitting next to him.

Ran Mouri was quite impressed to see Aozawa sitting with his legs crossed, already munching on popcorn.

To remain so calm in this unfamiliar environment after suddenly arriving, Qingze truly has a strong heart.

Qingze glanced at her and said:

"There's nothing to worry about. The way so many people are sent here is beyond human control; it belongs to the realm of gods."

"If the gods want to do something, we mortals can't resist. So, just sit back and relax. This popcorn is pretty good, and the cola is nice too."

"Too."

Ran Mouri sat back down in her chair. She glanced around, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Why are we in a private room?

"That's probably because we're the male and female leads." Qingze looked at the people below who had entered together, his expression complicated.

He used to think that Conan Edogawa was the protagonist of the world, but now it seems that's not the case.

As beings capable of swapping consciousness, they are the true protagonists of this book.

"My dear heroine, get ready, I have a bad feeling."

Below, there was a commotion.

The small movie theater was almost full. The dead reappeared, and the departed reunited. Everyone was bound to their seats by unknown rules.

It cannot be attacked, it cannot be left, only language can be used to communicate.

Shinichi Kudo saw the dead Rena Mizunashi, and on the chair next to Rena Mizunashi, Eiyu Hondo was crying bitterly.

He saw the dead Rei Furuya, Ai Haibara, and Shuichi Akai...

Those who died reappeared through the power of the gods, looking no different from ordinary people.

He saw his parents, Uncle Mori, Gin, vodka... but he didn't see Ran.

Where is Xiaolan?

Is Xiaolan not here?

Qingze was not there either.

Is it because they are not involved in this story, or did they choose not to?

His gaze swept across the theater; the seating arrangement in this theater followed a certain pattern.

Is it a distinction between good guys and bad guys?

Without giving everyone much time for pleasantries, the screen, which had been black, soon lit up.

The first thing to happen was music.

The rhythmic drumbeats, accompanied by humming, completely silenced the entire theater.

The smoke of battle darkened the outline of dawn.

A false hymn echoes through the crowd.

The noise pierced our eardrums.

Walking in the dark corners

A hoarse voice began to sing, and on the huge screen, thick smoke swallowed the struggling outline of dawn on the horizon.

The explosion toppled the giant of steel and concrete. Amid the dust and pungent smell of sulfur rising from the collapse, countless blurred black faces waved and cheered, converging into a distorted, hypocritical tsunami of hymns.

The white-haired figure stood in the eye of the raging storm, his indifferent eyes reflecting the absurd celebration.

The next moment, the hood was pulled down, and the shadow poured down like mercury, engulfing his entire figure.

The moment he saw himself appear, Qingze's toes curled up and his face tightened.

That ominous premonition came true.

Since it's about watching a movie, the one being watched must be the main character.

His willingness to let Ran Mouri watch his memories doesn't mean he's willing to let others watch half of his life.

Is there a report button? He wants to report a privacy violation!

Almost the instant Qingze's face appeared, the vast majority of people in the theater widened their eyes.

"Koniak!"

Two completely different gasps rang out in the theater.

A storm raged within Shinichi Kudo.

Is Koniak the main character?

That's right, he single-handedly dismantled the organization, how could he not be the protagonist?

He looked around but couldn't see Koniak anywhere.

Why isn't the main character here?

Shuichi Akai frowned, also puzzled by the same question.

Since it's a story about "him" and the protagonist, why isn't the protagonist there?

Ai Haibara, standing nearby, turned pale and hugged her arm, displaying a physiological fear of Koniak.

The two sides, who used completely different names, faced off for a moment before quickly turning their attention back to the screen.

Seeing the solemn expressions on Kogoro Mouri and Eri Kisaki's faces below, Aozawa patted his chest.

Thank goodness, thank goodness he made arrangements to separate Qingze and Koniak into two people.

Currently, not many people know that they are one person.

But what will happen after that is hard to say.

Beside him, Ran Mouri grabbed his hand tightly.

"Don't worry, Aze. Everything has been settled. It doesn't matter if they find out."

The warmth emanated from him, and Qingze felt a mix of emotions.

"I'm not worried about that, I'm worried about the company dying..."

Ran Mouri instantly realized what she had done, and her body turned into a stone sculpture.

It's over.

Is it too late for her to leave now?

Leaving aside the breakdowns of the two main characters for now, the music and visuals continue.

Everyone wants to be free.

[All I see are walls I can't escape]

Emotions and desires are normal, but for me, they are a luxury.

Not reflecting on the past leads to confusion.

[Cover-up can only be madness]

The cold raindrops lashed at his face as the boy ran wildly through the muddy, dark forest. Behind him, layers of silent, swaying shadows, like the tentacles of a nightmare, relentlessly pursued him.

His vision suddenly compressed—pale white lab coats and somber black clothes stood side by side, forming a cold, suffocating, ever-shrinking wall of people, trapping him firmly in the center of despair.

Faces overlapped and changed in the vortex. The boy lost his naivety, and the face reflected in the mirror hardened day by day. His bright eyes were covered with frost, and his once vibrant smile was replaced by a cold straight line.