Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The appearance of a love rival is really annoying, especially since Xiaolan doesn't seem to mind the other person.

Qingze didn't express his feelings either, and just let things slowly escalate like a frog being boiled in lukewarm water.

He wasn't worried about those who confessed their love to Xiaolan in a grand and dramatic way; those who were like frogs slowly being boiled in water were the most difficult to deal with.

It makes people get used to it without realizing it, and by the time they realize it, they probably can't live without it anymore.

That will be the time when the true colors are revealed.

He never doubted Xiaolan's charm; if Xiaolan wanted to, no one could dislike her.

But sometimes he really wished Ran could tone down her charm. Since Shinichi Kudo couldn't show himself, he was easily targeted by people with ulterior motives.

While we were eating, a scream suddenly came from the next private room.

Conan was startled, but his body reacted first, jumping off the child seat.

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm going to check on the situation."

After saying that, he quickly ran to the next room.

"Has another case occurred?" Qingze asked, puzzled.

Why does a case always happen every time I go out with this kid?

"It should be. Should we go check it out?"

Qingze had eaten his fill and now wanted to stretch his legs a bit.

"Then go and have a look."

In the next private room, a middle-aged man with a large belly died; he died of cyanide poisoning.

Chaos erupted in the private room as Conan crouched beside the body, examining the situation.

Aozawa and Ran Mouri stood outside the door, looking at the scene inside.

Qingze whispered, "Let's test your observation skills. Who do you think is the murderer?"

Why was it immediately confirmed as a homicide?

Ran Mouri was puzzled. How could she be so sure it was a homicide and not a sudden death after just one glance?

"Judging by the way he died, you've been through so many cases with your father, surely you haven't learned anything?"

Before Ran Mouri could speak, he began to explain.

"The deceased was clutching his collar with both hands and his mouth wide open, indicating that he was experiencing shortness of breath and difficulty breathing before death. His lips and fingernails were cherry red, a clear sign of cyanide poisoning..."

Ran Mouri knows about cyanide poisoning.

In many cases, the perpetrators used this method to commit murder.

This poison takes effect very quickly, but it is also difficult to hide and is easily detected.

She looked at the other three people in the private room.

Three people, two women and one man.

The woman was wearing a business suit and a pencil skirt, and there was a document folder on the chair next to her, clearly indicating that she was a secretary or assistant.

The other woman, dressed in the store's uniform, was a sales clerk.

The remaining man, dressed in a suit, is very likely a business client.

The three people were terrified by the sudden death of the deceased.

Cyanide poisoning requires oral ingestion or inhalation of hydrogen cyanide.

The other three people in the private room were unharmed; only the deceased was dead, so the possibility of inhalation can be ruled out.

If it is to be taken orally, then the poison should be placed in advance in food or utensils that the deceased is certain to eat.

Those who can do this include waiters, secretaries, and even the business client.

"There's too little information; I can't deduce it..."

"I didn't ask you to deduce; I asked you to observe their expressions and emotions."

There were three people in the private room besides the deceased.

Qingze's gaze lingered on each of them, explaining the unusual things about them to Ran Mouri.

"First, there was the waitress. She must have known the deceased. Her face showed great fear, but if you looked closely, you could see that she was trying hard to suppress a sense of pleasure."

"The deceased was sitting in the main seat before her death, and her standing position was behind the deceased, but now she is close to the dining table."

"Her right hand remained in her pocket, presumably holding something. Her gaze frequently fell upon the teacup beside her, while she also observed the movements of the other two people. There were signs that her hand was about to reach out..."

Ran Mouri looked closely and realized that this was indeed the case.

"The man in the suit must have known the waiter. He looked at the deceased with surprise and anger, but when he looked at the waiter, he looked at her with dissatisfaction and accusation. He even leaned slightly towards the waiter, as if he wanted to block the secretary's view and protect her."

"The secretary was furthest from the deceased, and her gaze towards the body held a mixture of pleasure and bewilderment. She clutched the documents tightly in her hands, gripping her arms—a sign of tension, fear..."

Qingze dissected each person's emotions, actions, and state of mind.

Ran Mouri listened intently.

These subtle emotional changes are not reflected in the number of times the gaze lingers, and normal people would not observe them so closely.

This is extremely demanding on a person's eyesight and observation skills.

Besides those with naturally keen senses, professional training and a thorough understanding of psychology are required.

Ran Mouri had seen in a movie that some secret agents could analyze the relationship between two people from their positions, postures, and subconscious movements.

The same goes for those brilliant detectives.

They possess a wealth of knowledge and are proficient in psychology; those previously unknown clues are deduced through these small details.

Chapter 82 An Accidental Encounter with Gin

Because of the screams from the private room, a crowd gathered around. Qingze stopped talking at the right time and pulled Mouri Ran a couple of steps to the side.

Then, maintaining Ran Mouri's persona, she entered the private room and looked worriedly at Conan, who was looking around and observing the suspects.

"It's a murder, Sister Xiaolan, call the police immediately!"

"it is good."

Conan already knows the culprit and the method; what he lacks now is evidence and motive.

The police arrived quickly, and they were familiar faces.

With no suitable candidate to administer tranquilizer darts at the scene, Conan turned his attention to Officer Takagi.

Qingze looked at him and gave him various prompts in a childish, coquettish tone.

Then, the case was successfully solved.

The murderer was the waiter Qingze mentioned. After learning that the deceased liked to eat at this restaurant, he came to apply for the job.

While she was refilling the teacup, she smeared cyanide on the rim of the deceased's teacup. She intended to wipe it off with an alcohol swab, but the little devil ran in too quickly and she didn't get a chance.

The evidence included the alcohol swabs and unused cyanide she was carrying.

Ran Mouri stood at the door of the private room, looking at Conan who thought he had concealed his true feelings well, and sighed inwardly.

With Mr. Qingze's keen observation skills, he must have been suspicious long ago.

Maybe we're already close to finding the right answer.

Solving cases has almost become Shinichi's instinct. Unless Ran Mouri's identity is used to question his identity again, he will not know how to restrain himself.

In this familiar environment, Conan was clearly very relaxed.

But who could have known that Ran Mouri had already changed her core?

After leaving the Chinese restaurant, the three of them walked aimlessly down the street, with Conan walking between the two, keeping them apart.

Aoze didn't care about his actions, and neither did Ran Mouri.

"What are you planning to do this afternoon?" Ran Mouri, who was using Aozawa's body, looked at herself.

"I'm going to my acting class." Aozawa was about to part ways with Ran Mouri.

He had originally planned to teach Ran Mouri how to stalk and counter-stalk today. But with this tagalong following him around like glue, he couldn't do anything.

Find an excuse to separate first, ditch this kid, and then reunite with Ran Mouri.

Just then, a black Porsche pulled up on the opposite side of the road, instantly attracting the attention of the three people.

Vodka in the driver's seat spotted Ran Mouri immediately, but it took him a moment to recognize the man next to him wearing a baseball cap as Aozawa.

He was suddenly invigorated and inexplicably excited.

"Brother, it's Koniak!"

Gin raised his eyelids and looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw a stylish man with a calm demeanor.

He stared at it for several seconds before confirming that it really was Koniak.

The trendy man on the street maintained his usual style, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes, revealing a threatening look.

Gin grinned, his tone mocking.

"People who are immersed in love even become more peaceful in their temperament."

His expression suddenly became very interested. "What do you think the detective's daughter will be like when she finds out his true colors?"

"Big brother, isn't this a bit inappropriate...?"

Vodka was a little scared. If they really did that, Koniak might throw a Big Ivan at them to take them all down with him.

Gin glanced at his underling, who was terrified of Koniak, and immediately lost interest.

He was just saying it; he's not that free.

Koniak may be able to keep up the act for a while, but can he keep it up forever?

The detective's daughter will find out eventually.

He wanted to see how long he could play this game of love.

"Let's go, let's get on with our mission."

He opened the car door and got out, and Vodka followed. The two walked together toward the building next door.

The moment the Porsche appeared, Conan stared intently at the car.

Behind the windshield, that head of silver hair was so conspicuous.

It's gin!

He tried his best to remain calm and avoid looking directly at them to avoid attracting their attention.

He stood there, watching them out of the corner of his eye as they got out of the car and walked into the building next door.

In broad daylight, it's unlikely they're here to kill someone; it's more like they're here to make a deal.

Despite having Amuro Tooru as an undercover agent by his side, and Rena Mizunashi passing on information, he still knew very little about the organization.

He desperately needs more intelligence.

Now that we've happened to encounter this, it might just be a breakthrough in intelligence gathering.

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm going to play now. I won't be able to go to your acting class with you."

After saying that, he ran in another direction, seemingly ready to go play.

"What does he want to do?"

Watching Conan run away, Aozawa's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Although the kid didn't run directly to the building Gin was in, he wasn't blind and could tell that the child cared about Gin.

It's just a detour, avoiding their sight, to go to the building Gin went to.

He wanted to follow Gin?

Does he know Gin?

Ran Mouri didn't say anything.