Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Bourbon? Or someone else?

After confirming that there was only one bugging device, he closed the door and went downstairs.

It was already 11 a.m., and the Poirot Cafe downstairs was already busy. Even so, seeing Ran Mouri coming downstairs to leave, Tooru Amuro still pushed open the door and came out.

"Miss Mori, aren't you resting at home? Where are you going?"

Aoze wore Ran Mouri's signature gentle smile. "No, I'm feeling much better now. I just came out to relax and get some fresh air."

Amuro Tooru didn't ask any more questions and watched her figure disappear around the corner.

Qingze took several taxis and then transferred to the subway before finally arriving at his safe house.

This is a villa located in an affluent area. The villa is two stories high and has a walled yard.

He opened the door and went inside, went to the weapons room to get some things, and then went to his bedroom.

In the bedroom, Ran Mouri was fast asleep, completely unaware of his arrival.

Qingze stood by the bed with his arms crossed, staring intently at her. His sharp gaze, like a tangible knife, finally woke Ran Mouri from her deep sleep.

Ran Mouri opened her eyes and was startled to see the person standing by her bed.

"If I were the enemy, you would have died hundreds of times over just now." Qingze's voice was cold and stern, like a chilling wind.

Ran Mouri shrank her neck, clutched the blanket with both hands, and stuck out her tongue.

Seeing the expression on his face, Qingze's temples bulged again.

"Stop what you're doing, Ran Mouri."

His voice was sinister, tinged with a gritted teeth.

Ran Mouri sat up straight in an instant.

But then, somewhat embarrassed, she said:

"Mr. Qingze, could you please leave now? I need to get up."

Qingze glanced at her speechlessly, then strode out.

Ran Mouri also felt that her words were strange. She was using Mr. Aozawa's body, so there was really nothing to hide.

However, she really wasn't used to having someone watching her get up and change her clothes.

Qingze ignored Ran Mouri's little mood. He took out a bottle of iced cola from the refrigerator, pulled the tab with one hand, and the cool liquid mixed with sweetness and bubbles slid into his mouth.

Qingze felt every pore on his body open up in pleasure.

I finally tasted the familiar flavor of Coca-Cola.

He sat down on the sofa, sinking into it, his entire demeanor softening and becoming extremely languid.

Not long after, Ran Mouri came out in a set of loungewear. Her long, loose hair was tied up in a small bun at the back of her head.

"Mr. Qingze, you have so many clothes in your closet."

Ran Mouri came out and couldn't help but sigh.

Suits, casual wear, sportswear, combat uniforms, formal wear, and even those gorgeous clothes and accessories whose purpose is unclear.

Not only that, there was also a whole cabinet full of hats and wigs.

Long ones, short ones, black ones, white ones, all kinds of colors and shapes.

Qingze, slumped on the sofa, glared at me and said, "Cosplay, do you even know what that means?"

"what?"

Ran Mouri has beady eyes.

Is Mr. Qingze actually a cosplayer?

Seeing Ran Mouri's incredulous expression, Qingze held his iced cola and rolled his eyes inwardly.

Without Vermouth's absurd disguise skills, if you want to impersonate someone, you'd have to resort to some unorthodox methods.

Thinking of his failed attempt to secretly learn the skills, Qingze sighed inwardly with melancholy.

Creating a face out of some kind of silicone material is beyond his comprehension; it's simply unscientific, and he could never learn it.

If you want to go out and do something, you can only use special materials to augment your nose, chin, and brow bone to create a difference from your natural appearance.

Ugh.

I don't know why, but I always have this feeling that something is wrong with the world.

Chapter 6 How come you know nothing?

Seeing the bottle of cola in Qingze's hand, Ran Mouri was reminded that her body currently had no sense of taste.

She couldn't contain her curiosity and asked the question aloud.

"Mr. Qingze, why do you have no sense of taste?"

Upon hearing her question, Qingze sat up straight, narrowed his eyes, and leaned closer to look at her. His petite figure did not diminish the dangerous aura he exuded.

Ran Mouri swallowed hard and took a step back.

Seeing her like this, Qingze rolled her eyes and sank back into the sofa.

"Girl, you have quite a bit of curiosity."

As his imposing aura dissipated, Ran Mouri immediately relaxed as well.

For some reason, she felt that Qingze had deliberately scared her just now.

“I’ve told you so many things, shouldn’t you tell me some of them too? After all, I’m you now, and you want me to play the role well, so you can’t possibly keep everything from me.”

Ran Mouri sat on the sofa, keeping a distance from him, and gave a reasoned and well-reasoned explanation.

Qingze didn't even raise an eyebrow, and his voice remained lazy:

"You saw all the weapons in my room, so what, can't you guess who I am?"

For the first time, Ran Mouri found her voice incredibly captivating, its languid quality like a hook, making her ears involuntarily turn red.

"You said that on purpose to lure me in, didn't you?"

I always felt that Mr. Qingze had a rather nasty personality and was deliberately teasing her.

In that case, how could anyone not want to go in and take a look?

Qingze threw the empty cola into the trash can, hugged his head with both hands, and put his legs on the coffee table.

"I'm just clearly informing you of the danger. If that's how you think, there's nothing I can do."

Ran Mouri couldn't help but watch him put his legs on the coffee table several times.

“Mr. Qingze, what you are doing is very unseemly.”

"This is my home, I can do whatever I want with it, and you'd better keep your opinions to yourself."

Ran Mouri puffed out her cheeks in anger; this guy was way too irritating.

Are you part of a criminal organization?

"Ah."

Ran Mouri was somewhat surprised to hear his casual "hmm".

They just admitted it like that?

"Is it a very dangerous criminal organization?"

"Yeah, the kind where once you go in, you can't get out..."

Qingze spoke in a flat tone, his slightly lowered eyes filled with darkness.

Ran Mouri, however, seemed to have picked up on some unspoken meaning.

"why?"

"what why?"

"Then why did Mr. Qingze want to join?"

Aoze's aura suddenly turned dangerous as he looked at Ran Mouri without a trace of a smile.

"I hate your kind of talk, so condescending, with an air of naivety and pity that makes you completely oblivious."

Ran Mouri got goosebumps all over, as if she were facing a gaping maw of abyss, with a dark and eerie aura spreading out, making her tremble.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

Ran Mouri quickly apologized.

Qingze wasn't angry; this naive little girl who had never seen darkness wasn't worth his anger.

"Stop talking such naive things. Why do you think I have no sense of taste?"

Ran Mouri was stunned.

A series of inhumane scenes immediately flashed through my mind.

Mr. Qingze was tortured, beaten, and injured, and eventually even lost his sense of taste.

Qingze knew without asking what Ran Mouri was thinking; the girl's every expression was written all over her face.

However, Qingze didn't stop her from imagining things. Let her imagine whatever she wanted. She was an innocent girl who lived in the sunshine and had never seen the real darkness. No matter how much she imagined, it would only be those kinds of things.

The real torment was beyond their imagination.

Thinking of his purpose in coming over, he curled his lips into a wicked smile.

"Ran Mouri, are you aware that someone has planted listening devices in your house?"

"Wh? What?" Ran Mouri was still a little confused.

A listening device? In her house?

"It was installed in a power strip, the floor socket next to the sofa on the second floor. Judging from the marks, it has been installed for some time."

Ran Mouri recalled which power strip Aozawa was referring to, and her eyes showed disbelief, doubt, and shock.

"How did Mr. Qingze discover this?"

"intuition."

Hearing these obviously perfunctory words, Ran Mouri's eyes widened.

Intuition can do this?

"Don't think about random things. Recall who installed that power strip and who tampered with it."

"I remember it was last month when Conan said the floor outlet was broken, so he bought a new one and Dad installed it."

"Haha, someone must have secretly planted the bug after that..."

Ran Mouri doesn't quite believe, or rather, doesn't want to believe, that the listening device is related to Conan.

As for her own father, she watched him put on an act, and he even handed her a screwdriver. She knew perfectly well whether her father had done anything wrong.

Either there was a problem when it was acquired, or someone tampered with it afterwards.

Qingze chuckled enigmatically, “Then it seems your family isn’t entirely unaware of being wiretapped.”

Ran Mouri hesitated twice before changing the subject.

Why is someone listening in on our home?

"Who knows? The famous Sleeping Detective, maybe someone wants to get some information from him."

Aozawa stared intently at Ran Mouri, who had her head down and two fingers twisted together, clearly displaying a complex mix of emotions.

Qingze added fuel to the fire.

"By the way, I found out that your father was almost targeted by a sniper at the firm. Did you know about that?"

Ran Mouri's heart leaped into her throat. Sniped? When did this happen?!

"It seems you were unaware of this..."

Qingze loosened his crossed legs, leaned closer to Ran Mouri, and carefully observed her overly pale face.