Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

His hands were getting increasingly stained with blood, and the sharp stone called conscience was slowly being worn smooth.

Gin chuckled and clicked his tongue as he watched the boy, who was once again overwhelmed with emotion because of killing someone.

"What you should learn most is my cruelty and indifference."

Once they got to know each other well, the boy stopped bothering to hide some of his personality traits.

The man with long hair, dressed in a black top hat and resembling Gin Number Two, rolled his eyes.

"I'm not like you, a born villain."

"Since you are not me, then don't try to imitate my style."

"This outfit is so cool!"

Gin remained silent for a moment, then dropped the subject.

“So that’s why Koniak likes to dress up as Gin…” Binga said thoughtfully.

"I must say, with their identical outfits and expressions, they actually look quite like father and son standing together," Fryward thought with amusement.

At 15 years old, Koniak was just over 1.7 meters tall. Standing next to Gin, who was 1.9 meters tall, he looked just like Gin on his trumpet.

"They're more like brothers, or perhaps father and son if they were younger."

Vodka offered a different opinion.

His older brother looks quite young; where did he get such a big son?

"But Gin, are you just going to accept him dressing up as you like this?"

Binga looked at Gin with a puzzled expression.

Is Gin so easy to persuade?

You compromised just because I complimented him on his looks?

Gin ignored him.

"But why did his later appearance change so drastically from Gin's?" Chianti wondered.

Later on, the style completely changed; it became hooded, concealing the face, and eerily sinister.

"Because he hates me."

Gin lit another cigarette and turned his gaze to the screen.

【…

Gin coldly stared at the battered and bruised people in the electrotherapy room, who had lost control of their bodies.

"It's foolish to get yourself into this situation because of some fleeting, false feelings."

"You killed him?" Qingze struggled to control his vocal cords, his voice hoarse and broken.

"Getting rid of the rats was just a side job."

"An executioner doesn't become a good person just because he did a good deed."

"Your kindness will only be a tool for others to exploit."

"Koniak, put away your excessive sympathy and kindness. If this happens again, be prepared to be locked in a laboratory and used as a guinea pig!"

Qingze lowered his eyes, concealing the murderous intent within them.

……

The drug trials continued, and the boy's skills improved more and more.

And in return, there are an increasing number of tasks.

As his targets died one by one and his bank account swelled with money, he felt like a wound-up toy, becoming increasingly indifferent to human life.

The boss focused his attention on him, and the hypnosis and brainwashing began, even more frequently than drug trials.

The boy still remembers who he is and what he wants to do.

He never kills anyone outside of missions, nor does he cause innocent casualties.

In his spare time, he often reads books; his mind is calm and his will is unwavering.

He was planning to leave.

If all goes well, it should be achieved soon.

But the more you try to prevent something from happening, the more likely it is to happen.

That year, he lost his sense of taste, and his eyes turned red.

The world suddenly turned gray, and everything seemed to lose its meaning.

He lay dejectedly on the beach, letting the waves wash over him one after another.

I wish I had died on that rainy night that year...

What's the point of living all these extra years?

It's painful to watch someone gradually erode their conscience, shatter their morals, and become the kind of person they hate.

Shinichi Kudo felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't breathe.

Not far away, Sonoko Suzuki was crying uncontrollably.

"I don't want to watch anymore..."

I'm so sad, I feel like dying.

She was so sad just watching it; how much more sad must Xiaolan, who actually experienced all of this in the video, have been...?

Kogoro Mouri secretly wiped away his tears.

Eri Kisaki was already in tears.

Akai Shu turned his face away, not wanting to witness the process of someone's pride being shattered.

Rei Furuya gritted his teeth, etching each scene into his mind and transforming it into hatred for the organization.

Kaito Kuroba originally thought he was already in a terrible situation, but after seeing what Aozawa had gone through, he suddenly realized that his situation was nothing.

It's just a collapse of faith, not a crushing of pride, physical mutilation, or the trampling of conscience.

He's still alive, he still has his mother, and he still has Aoko...

As for the father...

That person said he died eight years ago.

Looking back at the pain of that period, it wasn't really a big deal.

Ran Mouri cried uncontrollably, her tears soaking Aoze's clothes.

Qingze gently patted her back, muttering unhappily, he was furious:

"What's going on with this god?"

"Is this points system actually fake?"

"What on-demand service? The range isn't that wide."

"Actually, they just made up an excuse and insisted it was in the on-demand content..."

"Is it really necessary to bring up such trivial matters from a hundred or two hundred years ago?"

"This is worse than showing my embarrassing moments..."

He didn't want outsiders to see these things about him.

This process of peeling back one's entire body and exposing oneself is extremely dangerous. Removing all defenses and revealing one's most vulnerable weaknesses can be fatal if one is met with knives and guns.

He looked down at the people below, each with their own distinct emotions, and tried to calm Ran Mouri down:

"It's all over, it's alright, it's alright..."

Ran Mouri, her eyes brimming with tears, cupped his face in her hands, her expression focused and earnest.

"Aze, it's all in the past."

Qingze paused for a moment, then gently pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.

"Yes, it's all in the past."

The video continues to play.

Ran Mouri was released from confinement and taken home by Aoze.

She lay in the back seat, tears streaming down her face.

……

She can't fool herself.

She fell in love with someone she shouldn't have.

……

"Mr. Qingze, what do I represent to you?"

Is it a burden that disrupts your life? Is it a source of trouble from the soul swap? Or is it a flame that will burn you?

Is this question important?

Qingze's voice carried a hint of irritation.

He turned his head slightly away, as if trying to avoid the overly direct and intense gaze.

"Very important, extremely important."

Ran Mouri's voice was resolute, carrying a desperate determination, and something else that was hard to explain.

If her presence was only a nuisance to him, she thought she would leave.

She left this world she should never have set foot in.

Even if it makes her sad and in pain.

But she didn't want him to suffer.

Qingze remained silent for a very long time, so long that the air began to grow cold.

Finally, a very faint sigh escaped from his lips.

"It is the sun. It is the sun that radiates light, shines brightly and intensely, and cannot be approached or driven away from."

"It is also the moon that one dares not want, cannot possess, seemingly so close yet unattainable."

……

I'm sorry, Mom and Dad.

I'm so sorry to have failed your teachings; I've fallen in love with someone I shouldn't have.

Qingze, I bid farewell to my conscience and plunge into the abyss called you.

……

Why do you hate yourself...?

"Why do you always say these things when I want to get closer to you..."

"If you keep doing this, don't blame me for taking drastic measures..."

"Oh, you admit it." Vodka excitedly ate the melon.

"Why is Koniak so slow and indecisive when it comes to dating?" Chianti, who was watching the show, complained.

"All this lovey-dovey stuff is so boring." Fryward felt so full; his eyes hurt from reading.

Gin doesn't want to watch anymore either.

It's so cloying.

Nausea.

"How is Ran Mouri going to force herself on me?" O'De Tang asked excitedly.

“She’s Koniak now. Whatever she wants to do, Koniak can’t possibly resist, right?” Binga was also very excited.

"Hehehe..." Vodka looked forward to what would happen next.