Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Seeing the little brat finally settle down, Qingze's lips curled up slightly.

This kid really has a thing for his older sister.

There's also a strange, inexplicable possessiveness.

It's quite fun to tease him occasionally.

However, Aozawa was only accompanying Ran Mouri to take her driving test, and he resisted so much. Why didn't Shinichi Kudo resist Ran Mouri when he liked her?

Still trying to bring them together?

Qingze became suspicious of his identity.

Chapter 79 She won't like you, give up.

It was almost midnight when I got home. After leaving a message for Ran Mouri to tell her that Conan would be there the next day, Aozawa went to the bathroom to wash up and go to bed.

Ran Mouri was already asleep. She had been sleeping in the guest room next door lately. It had been empty before, but she bought new bedding and turned it into another bedroom.

The phone on the bedside table lit up briefly, but it didn't wake her.

The third floor of the Mori office.

Seeing that Ran had gone to wash up, Conan couldn't help but look at the phone that was casually placed on the table.

He couldn't help wanting to know what Xiaolan and Qingze were talking about.

He quietly picked up the phone and tried to turn it on.

My phone is password protected; it's a four-digit password.

He tentatively entered Xiaolan's old phone password.

wrong password.

Enter Xiaolan's birthday.

wrong password.

Enter your birthday.

wrong password.

Xiaolan's favorite number.

wrong password.

A very special day for Xiaolan...

Incorrect password...

I tried more than a dozen different passwords, but all of them were wrong.

Seeing that the next unlock time was only half an hour, Conan scratched his head in frustration.

What is Xiaolan's password? Why are they all wrong?

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped. He turned off his phone like a thief, making it look like the battery was dead, and put it back in its original place, even restoring the angle of placement.

Qingze came out in his pajamas, drying his wet hair.

He glanced at the kid sitting and watching TV, then looked at his phone next to him. The screen was off, and it looked like it hadn't been touched.

"Go take a shower, Conan."

"Good~"

Conan turned off the TV and obediently went to take a bath.

Qingze wasn't in a hurry to look at his phone; he calmly used a hairdryer to dry his hair.

The girl's black hair was smooth and silky, much better than his.

After blow-drying his hair until it was about 80% dry, he combed it and applied hair oil as instructed by Ran Mouri before picking up his phone.

My phone was turned off. When I turned it on, I saw that there were still twenty minutes left before I could enter my password again.

He gave a cryptic smile.

This little brat not only has a possessive streak towards Ran Mouri, but also a voyeuristic streak.

He's bold, has strong reasoning skills, and is also attracted to his older sister.

They also have various props in their hands.

His skill in chasing Kid alone in a paraglider in the middle of the night suggests this wasn't his first time doing it.

But is paragliding something a small child can do?

Even adults might not be able to control it well.

They said their parents were working away from home and couldn't take care of them, so they were staying at the firm, but no one knew what kind of work they did or where they worked.

The so-called mother only appeared once.

If you don't pay attention, it's fine, but once you do, this kid is full of flaws.

Back in his room, he took out the group photo that Ran Mouri had put away in the drawer and carefully examined the face that belonged to Shinichi Kudo in the photo.

The two faces gradually overlapped, and after removing the glasses, the similarity reached 90%.

Some things may seem magical, but once even more magical things happen, they become less surprising.

is it you?

The Shinichi Kudo that Ran Mouri has been waiting for but never got to see.

......

The following morning, Qingze put on a set of pants that were easy to move in, took his ID, and led the little kid downstairs to have breakfast.

Amuro Tooru, as always, stayed in the coffee shop and greeted them warmly when they came in.

"What to eat?"

"Two glasses of milk, two sandwiches, and one sea salt cookie to go."

"it is good."

Amuro Tooru quickly brought in breakfast, then casually asked:

"Hasn't Mr. Mori returned yet?"

"Dad said he'll be back in the afternoon and will be home before dinner."

"Has the teacher's request been fulfilled?"

"I don't know, Dad didn't say..."

Aozawa wasn't sure if someone knew about Gin's plan beforehand and deliberately lured Kogoro Mouri away to keep him away from the organization.

It's hard to get clear information over the phone. We can ask Kogoro Mouri for more details when he gets back.

After breakfast, Aozawa, along with Conan, met up with Ran Mouri at an intersection, carrying some cookies.

The young man was dressed in a casual sportswear style, with a baseball cap on his head and headphones around his neck, looking every bit the trendy guy.

Standing there, it had already attracted the attention of many passersby.

If it weren't for her somewhat aloof demeanor and tendency to ignore people, someone would have already approached her for her contact information.

Conan looked at him and felt that this person's temperament was constantly changing.

The first time I met him was at a charity bazaar. He had a melancholic air about him, like an art student.

The second time we met was while fishing. He had a gentle and relaxed demeanor, but he was quite irritating.

This third time, he just stood by the roadside, expressionless, exuding a cold indifference that kept people at arm's length.

Upon seeing them approach, the young man's aloof demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a smile that had previously been absent from his expressionless face.

Like springtime when flowers bloom and ice and snow melt away.

Conan stared intently at him, his eyes filled with intense hostility.

Qingze's special feelings for Xiaolan were written all over his face.

"Have you had breakfast, Mr. Qingze? I brought some cookies." Qingze, dressed as a young girl, shook the handbag in his hand.

Actually, I bought it for myself.

"Ate."

Unable to taste anything, Ran Mouri had little interest in eating and politely declined with a smile.

With Conan around, there are many things I want to say that I can't say.

She looked down at Conan, who was staring at her menacingly, and felt helpless.

Conan is just too persistent; even Mr. Aozawa can't handle him...

“Let’s take a taxi,” she said, waving for a taxi.

I originally planned to take myself there on my motorcycle, but with Conan along, it wasn't appropriate to ride a motorcycle. If I had a child with me, I would get a fine and points deducted from my license if the traffic police caught me.

"Mr. Aozawa, aren't you driving?" Conan asked.

Why take a taxi when you already have a car?

"I don't want to drive."

The young man spoke very casually, as if he really didn't want to drive.

The truth is, she can't drive.

Skills must be learned one by one, and she only has so much time, so learning to drive is not a high priority.

Moreover, even if you know how to drive, it's still a hassle to drive well on the road; it's not as convenient as a motorcycle.

The rental car arrived quickly when hailed. Ran Mouri opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and the three of them quietly drove to the examination venue.

Today's exam consists of two parts: one theory and one practical.

The theory exam is administered first, followed by a waiting list for the practical exam.

They couldn't get into the examination room and could only wait outside.

Conan looked at the person leaning lazily against the wall of the waiting room, and finally made no longer hide the hostility in his eyes.

Ran Mouri was playing with a Zippo lighter in her hand, opening and closing the cap with a clicking sound.

This is Qingze's habit when he's bored; he likes to hold something in his hand.

This lighter is the one Qingze often uses. It feels great in his hand and makes a crisp sound. He has all sorts of fancy ways of lighting it and playing with it. Ran Mouri has only learned how to spin the lighter.

He twirled the metal cube lighter between his fingers with practiced ease.

Although I'm currently in Qingze mode, not Koniak mode, I'm bored while waiting, so I'm taking it out to play around and practice a bit.

She played with her lighter while tilting her head to look at Conan, asking a question she already knew the answer to.

"Little friend, it seems you don't like me."

Conan's gaze was like a sword, "Ran-neechan won't like you, give up!"

Ran Mouri raised an eyebrow. Is this how Shinichi usually drives away boys who have feelings for her?

Chapter 80 is no longer what it used to be.

"You're being a bit too certain, kid."

"Sister Xiaolan has someone she likes, so don't interfere in their relationship."

Ran Mouri tilted her head.

How could she not know that she already has someone she likes?

"Who does she like? Are they together? If I remember correctly, Miss Lan isn't in a relationship, is she? What relationship have I interfered in?"

The young man's expression was indifferent, his gaze fixed on Conan's face with a hint of mockery.