Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

She was still too weak to stand on her own using Qingze's body.

The feeling of having her home targeted and being unable to do anything about it was truly awful.

She needs to work hard, she needs to become stronger, and she needs to truly immerse herself in the role of Qingze, rather than just giving a one-sided performance.

After putting the porridge in the refrigerator, Ran Mouri rode her motorcycle out.

She's going to Qingze's big villa to practice shooting.

The room immediately became quiet after the TV was turned off.

Qingze heard footsteps coming from the stairwell.

The footsteps were heavy, suggesting the person approaching was quite tall.

Qingze sighed inwardly.

I stood up and stretched my body.

The bullets, equipped with silencers, hit the door lock, deliberately leaving several bullet holes.

A man dressed entirely in black, wearing a hat, walked in carrying a gun.

Upon seeing the vodka, Qingze sighed inwardly once again.

Is it vodka?

Killing them here would be very troublesome, as an endless stream of organizers would come afterward.

If they don't kill him... they've already seen his face. Even if he's taken away, he can't escape death.

It seems like a dead end.

……

As the motorcycle sped along the road, Ran Mouri grew increasingly uneasy, and a vague sense of foreboding crept into her heart.

Her premonitions are always very accurate.

If she chooses not to go to the firm now, then something she might regret could happen.

The motorcycle drew an arc on the road, and the vehicle that was originally traveling in a straight line suddenly changed direction and sped toward the Maori office with a roar.

The office was quiet, as if nothing was amiss.

She brought the motorcycle to a stop, glanced at the blonde clerk busy in the coffee shop, and headed up to the third floor, avoiding any spot where she might be noticed.

Amuro Tooru in Poirot Cafe glanced up and saw that the street outside the window looked no different than usual.

The familiar footsteps on the stairs were steady yet hurried, causing Qingze to stop his hand from pulling the trigger.

He glanced down at the vodka and smiled.

The deadlock has been resolved.

Ran Mouri quickly arrived at the door and saw the damaged door.

Startled, she quickly went inside.

But the scene inside the house was not quite what she had imagined.

The pale-faced, cold-blooded girl stepped on the head of the burly man in black, a pistol in his hand, as if he was considering whether to fire.

The burly man in black had his entire face buried in the tatami mat, his hat lying on the side, and he was still struggling.

The girl looked up at her and smiled.

He came at just the right time; he was wondering what to do with the vodka.

"How did you come?"

The girl completely withdrew her imposing aura, removed her foot from Vodka's head, and let Vodka get up from the ground.

Vodka got up from the ground, feeling utterly humiliated.

He! The dignified member of the Black Organization, Vodka, who was even carrying a gun, was defeated by a high school girl in just three moves, and even his gun was disarmed.

This is a humiliation, a truly humiliation!

He wanted to fight again, but suddenly sensed that something was off about the atmosphere.

A cold voice came from behind, sounding strangely familiar.

"What are you doing? Vodka."

He turned his head stiffly and saw Koniak standing in the doorway, his eyes as cold as knives.

Koniak was not dressed as usual; with his black eyes and black hair, he seemed no different from an ordinary person, but his demeanor and that terrifying gaze were no different from before.

"Ke...ke...ke..."

Vodka made him numb.

What's with this fiend here?!

"This person suddenly broke into my house, I don't know what he wants. Aze, please call the police for me."

"I'm wearing a girl's skin," Qingze said, while quickly making a few hand gestures behind Vodka.

Ran Mouri received the message. Seeing that Aoze was alright, she turned her attention to Vodka and questioned him about his purpose.

"What do you want to do?"

The young man's tone was low and menacing, tinged with undisguised anger, as he approached the vodka step by step, his aura exceptionally strong.

Vodka was terrified; this scoundrel was angry, and he felt like he was going to die.

"I'm just inviting... I'd like to invite Miss Mori to be my guest..."

Visiting? What kind of visit? Are you sure you're not planning to kidnap me?

Ran Mouri's expression grew even colder.

Standing behind Vodka, Qingze mouthed a command to Ran Mouri without speaking.

The young man's eyes grew increasingly fierce and sinister.

"Oh? Where would you like to take my girlfriend? Would it be convenient for me to come along?"

Girlfriend...?

Is this the kind of word that should appear on Koniak?!

This scoundrel is actually in a relationship! And he even has a girlfriend!!!

Vodka was numb, and as Qingze drew closer, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Help! Brother!

He's going to die here today!

"Do you know?"

Just then, a girl's clear voice rang out, filled with doubt, and like a lifeline, it attracted the young man's attention.

Upon hearing this, the young man ignored the vodka and went straight to the girl, taking her hand in front of the vodka's astonished gaze.

Fingers tap lightly on the palm, quickly conveying several instructions.

The young man looked at the girl with a worried yet gentle expression, a stark contrast to his earlier attitude towards vodka.

"Are you feeling better? He shouldn't have hurt you, right? You should rest first. I'll handle this."

His tone was gentle, his words filled with worry and concern, and he even paused to make his voice sound even softer.

Vodka's eyes widened upon seeing this.

What did he see?

gentle?

Is this the expression that would appear on Koniak's face?

The sound of it being pinched together gave even vodka goosebumps.

This must be a dream; he's dreaming.

Reality can't be this surreal...

Chapter 70 He's in love, and it's pure love.

Qingze glanced at Vodka's thunderstruck expression and continued acting.

Vodka is relatively easy to fool; he's not careful, and when the impact is too great, he stops noticing things that don't make sense.

The girl's pale face did not diminish her beauty; on the contrary, her pale complexion made her even more pitiful.

She held the gun, looked up at the young man, and her eyes were filled with suspicion.

"He's from a gang, isn't he? He's carrying a gun. You know him, so you're not from a gang either, are you?"

The young man lowered his head, avoiding his eyes, his brows furrowed with guilt and unease, but his grip tightened even more.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you. I really am a member of a criminal organization. I was afraid you would hate me..."

Seeing the guilty and uneasy expression on the young man's face, the girl suddenly chuckled softly, like ice and snow melting, or like withered trees coming back to life, incredibly beautiful.

While the young man was slightly stunned, the girl tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek.

"Okay, I forgive you. I knew you weren't a good person the first time I met you. You were gloomy and didn't have a proper job. I guessed you were a member of a gang."

Ran Mouri was genuinely caught off guard by the sudden kiss.

Even though the touch was so intense it would dissipate in an instant, her face flushed red, and she looked a little dazed, unable to even rehearse her lines.

However, it's not that she was wrong; her reaction was just right, which gave Vodka a huge shock.

Vodka felt the dream was getting more and more surreal.

What did he see?

Koniak blushed!

He blushed!

what! ! !

It's one thing for Koniak to fall in love, but he's a pure, innocent type! What kind of fantasy is this?!

"Since you know me, I'll pretend today's events never happened. But this must not happen again; I don't want my life to be disturbed."

The girl placed the gun in the young man's palm, her tone firm.

The young man gave Vodka, the culprit, a cold glance, but his expression softened again when he looked at the girl.

"No, I promise. You should go back to your room and rest."

The girl hummed in agreement and gave him a hug, her gesture natural and affectionate.

The young man offered no resistance; his eyes were so gentle they seemed to overflow with tenderness.

Ignoring the gun in his hand and the dumbfounded man in black beside him, this would definitely be a great idol drama.

After finishing his performance, Aozawa returned to his room, leaving the space to Ran Mouri.

He has already given enough instructions, and Ran Mouri has cooperated very well. We can rest assured that we can leave the rest to her.

With the title of Koniak's girlfriend and knowing that Koniak was serious, the organization would no longer target the Mori family.

However, this would inevitably bring Ran Mouri into the organization's sights, and might even be used to threaten him.

Sigh, he didn't really want to take this step.

However, the development of many things is not something that people can decide.

All I can say is that fate has its way with people.

As the door closed, Ran Mouri toyed with the gun in her hand, then turned to look at Vodka with a cold yet mocking expression.

"Tell me, why are you here?"

Vodka finally snapped out of his dazed state and felt quite embarrassed.

After an awkward silence, under Koniak's dangerous gaze, he truthfully explained why he had come here.