Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Rei Furuya thought for a moment and said, "I want to know how they got together."

Before he died, Koniak was already dead, and the greatest crisis had been averted.

As for Japan's future, that's not something a dead man like him needs to worry about.

As for his own death...

It's probably, maybe... really a sudden death...

Since that's the case, let's satisfy our curiosity.

Upon hearing this, many onlookers sat up straight.

Even Gin turned his attention to the screen.

For Qingze, "being together" is not something that can be done simply by agreeing to a confession; it is a long process.

When the accumulation and outburst of emotions reach their peak, everything that follows becomes natural and logical.

The picture shows a snowy day.

[Aozawa, using Ran Mouri's body, stood on the school playground, leaning on a cane, holding his phone with a grim expression.]

On the phone were several disconnected calls.

On the other end of the phone, Ran Mouri took it upon herself to go to the solitary confinement room to be punished in his place.

The text message he received said something to convince him to believe her.

Several classmates chased after him from the classroom. After dealing with them, Qingze was left with only Suzuki Sonoko by his side.

……

"I am angry."

"She insisted on doing it even though it wasn't necessary for her."

“It’s clearly none of his business, but he insists on taking the blame upon himself.”

"They're so reckless, it's incredibly annoying..."

……

After a performance filled with genuine emotion, Aozawa looked at Suzuki Sonoko, who was full of doubt and worry.

"Sonoko, you are my best friend. I'm only telling you this secret."

"Mr. Aozawa is actually—Kaito Kid."

Everyone at the distillery: "..."

Kaito Kuroba: "..."

He really wanted to know how much blame he had been taken for.

Sonoko Suzuki, who finally learned the truth: "..."

Kaito Kuroba couldn't help but look at Sonoko Suzuki.

Sonoko patted her chest. "I knew it! Ran would never lie to me about something like this. Oh, it was Aozawa. Then there's no problem..."

Kaito Kuroba: "..."

You're being far too accepting.

The video continued playing, as if it had been edited to remove all meaningless content.

Ran Mouri stood in a pitch-black solitary confinement room, her consciousness sinking once again into Aozawa's world of memories.

Thirteen-year-old Qingze escaped from the training room, stumbled into the city covered in mud, and was taken to the police station by the police.

"Son, you must be hungry. Eat first. You're safe at the police station now."

"Thank you."

He thanked him sincerely.

He slowly finished his food, yawned, and felt sleepy.

"If you're sleepy, take a nap."

"But I'll make this place dirty."

The police officer didn't seem to care about the dirt on his head, and rubbed it, saying, "It's okay, this is the police station."

His smile was so gentle that it inspired genuine trust in people.

Yes, this is the police station. There's no danger anymore, we can rest now.

With that thought, Qingze relaxed, his exhaustion finally overwhelmed him, and he fell into a deep sleep.

He was awakened by a bucket of water being poured over his face. The cool water splashed on his face, filling the entire bucket and instantly waking him up.

He returned to the training base.

Before me stood a menacing-looking man in black.

"Damn it!"

Eri Kisaki tried to stand up abruptly, but was restricted and couldn't. She clenched her fists and pounded them hard on the handrail, feeling like her heart was breaking.

"How could you be so heartless to such an obedient child!" Kogoro Mouri was furious.

I wish I could rush into the scene and tear that policeman to pieces.

The same applies to Furuya Zero.

Koniak had mentioned it once when "comforting" him, with a sarcastic tone, and he remained silent at the time.

Seeing such content now fills me with only anger and sorrow.

Yusaku Kudo sighed, "That child has never really been a bad person. It's just that circumstances forced him to become the kind of person he hated."

Just as he said before he set himself on fire.

They were reduced to mere consumables, deprived of their freedom.

"Konyak was so innocent as a child," Vodka sighed.

They were even worried about getting the police station dirty.

Who would believe this is the same person!

"Shouldn't you be wondering why Ran Mouri can see Koniak's memories?" Chianti wondered.

"The body has shrunk, consciousness has been swapped, it's just immersive experience and memory, no big deal." Binga wasn't surprised at all.

"Fine……"

……

The water dungeon fell silent, and the blood-covered boy finally raised his head.

He let out a low, hoarse laugh, which started as a small laugh but gradually grew bigger and louder, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

She didn't know why she was laughing, but she felt a dull ache in her heart, as if something had collapsed.

Three days, which should have been a long time, went by as quickly as the blink of an eye.

He was released, and the sunlight outside made him squint instinctively.

The wounds from the whippings were festering and oozing pus, and the skin soaked in water was ulcerated and festered. Leeches of all sizes clung to the wounds, constantly sucking out the blood.

My throat was dry and hoarse, and my hungry stomach felt like it was on fire.

But he survived.

He returned to the training base, where people in white coats scraped away his festering, oozing wounds and wrapped his entire body in layers of bandages.

He silently accepted it all, as if he had already accepted his fate.

The screen was flashing rapidly.

First time killing someone...

Tears welled up...

experiment……

Selected...

"From now on, I will be your teacher."

"teacher."

……

"If you want to deceive others, the first person you have to deceive is yourself."

"The core of acting is to immerse yourself in the role."

"Don't wear your emotions on your sleeve, and don't let others see the emotions in your eyes. A true master of disguise won't let anyone notice anything amiss."

"Remember, never let me see the disgust in your eyes again, or I will kill you."

"Okay, teacher."

He studied diligently, lying low, not letting any opportunity for learning slip by.

……

"You're too soft-hearted. You didn't need to spend so much time."

……

"By embarking on this path of the devil, we will eventually become the very people we hate most."

……

He became Koniak.

Looking at the obedient and well-behaved Koniak in the picture, Vermouth had mixed feelings.

The more obedient they were, the more annoying they became.

"Vermouth is Koniak's teacher?" Chianti asked, sounding ignorant.

"Don't tell me, I just found out myself." Binga shrugged.

“Last time, Vermouth almost got killed by Koniak.” Odeton remembered that Vermouth had been hospitalized for a long time.

"Don't try to guess their master-disciple relationship," Vodka said with a knowing smile.

In reality, he didn't know anything, but he just pretended to know a lot.

Gin glanced at him indifferently.

Koniak has a new teacher. He found him himself.

Black clothes, top hat, long hair, and an air of superiority.

This cool look instantly captured the boy's youthful, somewhat immature heart.

"teacher!"

"Don't call me teacher."

……

Gin was somewhat dazed as he looked at Koniak like this.

Look at the well-behaved Koniak in front of you, and then look at the one behind him...

It's a long story.

The two teachers shared a remarkably similar sentiment at that moment.

Gin is both strict and lenient.

He would hold the boy to extremely high standards, but if the boy couldn't meet them, he wouldn't force him.

Because he would simply give up.

He was the strictest teacher, and also the best teacher.

The boy learned from his attire, his manner of doing things, his fighting style, his sniping skills, and his caution and cunning.

He is a natural learner; he grasps things quickly and understands them instantly.