Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Eh?"

“I spent a long time choosing a surname from among Japanese surnames, and I chose this one that is not so Japanese. I chose the name Sawa because I wanted to be called this name.”

At the time, he also considered the surnames "Lin", "Ye", and "Yuan", but in the end he chose the less common surname "Qing".

Because the other surnames combined with the given name Ze don't sound good in Mandarin.

Whether Japanese sounds good or not is irrelevant.

Subconsciously, he didn't want to be Japanese.

Moreover, in the information Binga found, the name of the child from the main branch of Kyoto Fukuda who had passed away thirteen years ago did not contain the character "Ze".

"Is it possible that your previous name contained the character 'Ze', which is why you wanted to use this character in your name?"

Ran Mouri felt that her reasoning was very reasonable.

Even if you have amnesia, some subconscious thoughts still remain.

Besides, who would come up to claim kinship and still get the name wrong?

Qingze did not answer her question. "Go on," he said.

Ran Mouri slowly recounted their conversation and her own speculations.

"I sensed that this person had ulterior motives, and I wanted to see what he was up to, so I went to a coffee shop..."

When she spoke of her father, she picked up the photograph she had brought back and handed it to Qingze.

Qingze had already seen this photo in the materials provided by Binga.

"...Mr. Qingze, he said you got lost on your own..."

Qingze let out another sneer, making no attempt to hide his sarcasm.

According to the information provided by Binga, his parents died in a car accident 13 years ago, and his youngest son went missing. After a six-month search, his body was said to have been found and he was pronounced dead.

If there's nothing fishy going on here, nobody would believe it.

However, these matters involve the secrets of a large family, so it's impossible for much information to circulate online. This is all that has been found so far.

To uncover the truth, we must slowly dig into the Fukuda family and the people who were involved in these events back then.

Qingze sneered, his words low and chilling.

"I didn't have time to deal with them, but they actually came to us on their own..."

Ran Mouri touched the goosebumps on her hands.

Previously, in order to prevent her from showing any unusual behavior under Gin's imposing aura, Qingze unleashed his full power to urge her on in every way, including but not limited to attacks with cold air, murderous intent, glares, and threats of raising a gun.

She felt she could handle the murderous intent as usual.

But when faced with this murderous intent emanating from the depths of her heart, her body couldn't help but react.

"Mr. Qingze, what do you want to do?"

Despite knowing that Aozawa was an assassin and might have blood on his hands, Ran Mouri felt that those weren't his true intentions, and she hoped he could stop touching those things.

There are laws and justice in the world, so there's no need to resort to extreme measures, is there?

Moreover, they don't know anything yet, so wouldn't it be too hasty to make such a decision?

Seeing the worry on Ran Mouri's face, the vigilance that feared he might do something wrong, and the inexplicable expectation, Qingze's lips twitched down, his eyebrows lowered, and his demeanor suddenly turned cold.

Ran Mouri is ultimately not the same kind of person as him.

He didn't believe in the things she believed in either.

He stood up, took a stack of documents from the study, and tossed them to Ran Mouri.

Then, without saying anything, he picked up his schoolbag and the clothes he had changed out of and went back to the Mouri Detective Agency.

Ran Mouri stared blankly as he left, not understanding why his emotions had suddenly changed so drastically.

Although in Aozawa's own character design, Koniak is emotionally volatile, eccentric, and unpredictable, Ran Mouri feels that Aozawa's emotions have actually been quite stable.

At first glance, they may seem cold, but that's just a facade; they're actually not difficult to get along with.

Moreover, once you get to know him better, you'll find that Qingze is actually very gentle and easy to talk to.

But this was the first time I had sensed his inexplicable emotional change, as if he had suddenly returned to the indifferent state we had just met.

Is it because of this so-called "family"?

She looked down at the documents in her hand, becoming more and more astonished.

She had thought that Fukuda Kishimoto might have a few truths to say, but he didn't say a single one!

Qingze's parents did not die after Qingze disappeared, but died in a car accident before Qingze disappeared.

Aozawa didn't get lost in the mountains, and the location wasn't even in Yamanashi Prefecture...

"So Mr. Qingze had been investigating all along...?"

Ran Mouri clutched the paper tightly, a subtle pang of heartache rising in her heart.

It's hard to imagine what Qingze's feelings would be when he searches for his origins and his past, and learns about these things.

His closest parents were dead, and all traces of his existence had been erased. The life of that boy named Fukuda Tomohiro ended with the cold stark image of "dying at the age of ten."

I chose my own name; it didn't come from my parents' expectations.

He truly has no past, no way back.

"No wonder he reacted that way when it was brought up..."

It's like it's covered in thorns to protect the soft skin underneath.

Ran Mouri looked through the documents again, and the more she looked, the more suspicious she felt.

Car accident?

There are so many ways to tamper with a car to cause an accident.

Having encountered so many cases alongside her father, Ran Mouri has witnessed the shady dealings within large families. When interests are at stake, it's not surprising that they resort to fratricide.

But why did Qingze disappear, why did he "die," and why did he end up in the organization?

"We still need to continue contacting Fukuda and Kishimoto; only then can we uncover the truth..."

Ran Mouri made up her mind in secret.

She wanted to find out the truth. She didn't want Qingze's past to remain a cold, hard record of "dying at the age of ten." She wanted to find out where he came from and hoped to guide him out of the darkness.

These are all things she wants to do.

If you want to do it, you can't avoid dealing with danger.

Ran Mouri apologized to Aozawa in her heart.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qingze, but I also have things I want to do..."

Chapter 65 Kogoro Mouri is in danger

The Porsche 356A drove along the ring road like a speeding black shadow.

Gin sat in the driver's seat, glancing at Gil in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Kiel leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the window, but unfocused.

They are currently on their way to a mission, an intelligence transaction.

And she, Kiel, was the one responsible for making the appearance at the transaction.

After the Kawasaki Congressman incident ended, she had a vague feeling that the organization suspected her.

The reason for the doubt is not hard to understand.

That is the sudden increase in security around the target.

Although the police had set up a target in advance and received a threatening letter, this was the reason for strengthening security.

However, this reason is not very convincing. It's better not to investigate further, because a closer look will reveal loopholes.

Gin has always been a very suspicious person.

Kiel even suspected that the last time he suddenly handed over the mission to Kniak was because he sensed something was wrong.

But now almost half a month has passed, and Gin has not made any response, no probing, no interrogation, no questioning, as if he never suspected her, which makes Gil even more uneasy.

She wasn't afraid of being interrogated by the organization, but the calm was truly terrifying, as if something was brewing, and she was completely unaware of it.

Vodka, in the passenger seat, was holding a laptop and typing rapidly on it. Suddenly, he paused, looked up, and froze.

"Big brother, Kogoro Mouri has his eye on a deal our organization is making."

"Maori Kogoro?"

Gin seemed to think for a while before remembering who this person was.

"Then let's solve it."

Vodka hesitated, "But he has a good relationship with the police, and Vermouth seems to have some connection with him too..."

Gin didn't care about any of that. He spoke coldly, his voice filled with chilling killing intent.

"I've let him off the hook once, but that doesn't mean I'll let him off the hook a second time."

"How about we inform Vermouth and let her handle it? After all, she's a detective; she might have already found something out..." Vodka asked for advice.

“Vermouth…” Gin scoffed, showing no interest in Vermouth as mentioned by Vodka.

"You've reminded me. He is a detective after all. If he's aware of the organization, he might have already uncovered quite a bit. Let's take him back to the organization for interrogation..."

"Yes."

Hearing how easily they decided Kogoro Mouri's life or death, Kir's heart sank.

She wasn't sure if this was a trap set by Gin.

But one thing is certain—Kogoro Mouri is in danger.

The Porsche stopped by the roadside, the lighter was pressed, and a flame suddenly ignited. Gin, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, brought it closer and lit it.

"It's your turn to step in, Kiel. Remember to clean up any potential problems after the deal is done."

Kiel nodded, opened the Porsche door, and got out of the car carrying his suitcase.

Watching Kiel's departing figure, Vodka looked at his older brother.

"Big brother, will she take the bait?"

Gin sneered. "That depends on whether she has any connection with Kogoro Mouri."

Even if there's really no connection, it's just a loss of Kogoro Mouri.

One human life is really nothing.

……

Unaware of Gin's plans, Aozawa walked back to the Mouri Detective Agency.

My lower abdomen felt increasingly uncomfortable throughout the journey.

It's hard to describe exactly how uncomfortable it felt. It was a dragging, bloated feeling, a heavy body, as if a pair of clamps were tightly gripping my abdomen, with waves of pain.

He suddenly stiffened, feeling a surge of heat flowing out of his body.

He belatedly realized that it was probably his period.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

Qingze is going crazy!!

That damn Ran Mouri! Why didn't she tell him her period was coming?!

The hot fluid was still gushing out, and the pain in his lower abdomen was becoming more and more obvious. Qingze stood stiffly by the roadside, his face ashen, as if he were dead.

Only after the heat stopped did he stiffly move forward.

It was already dark, and there were few pedestrians on the road.

There was a bloody smell coming from him; without even looking, I knew his pants were definitely stained.