Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

“I’m learning to fish.” Subaru Okiya seemed to have thought of something. “I’ve heard that there’s a Mr. Aozawa who is very good at fishing. I wonder if Miss Ran could help introduce me to him.”

Ran Mouri's smile remained unchanged. "Conan really does tell Okiya-san everything."

"No, it's not that. It's just that Conan mentioned it when he heard I was learning to fish..."

Subaru Okiya squinted, his expression unchanged.

He's been investigating Qingze lately, but unfortunately, Qingze doesn't show up at all, and he can't find him anywhere.

As for some basic information, it's not very useful for reference.

If it were Vermouth, she would only impersonate someone else, not forge a fake identity.

An orphan, living alone, with some assets, few acquaintances, and no worries about food and clothing, made him an ideal replacement for Vermouth.

"Mr. Qingze hasn't contacted me recently, so I'm afraid I can't help you with this."

Ran Mouri looked somewhat dejected at this point.

How long will Qingze keep holding this grudge?

"That's such a shame."

The two unknowingly arrived at the Kudo residence, and Ran Mouri handed him back the brown paper bag she was carrying.

"Miss Mori, won't you come in and have a seat?"

"No, I need to go back and do my homework."

Ran Mouri shook her head in refusal.

Although Qingze unilaterally cut off contact with her, she couldn't stop learning.

Her life remains busy.

Watching Ran Mouri's departing figure, Subaru Okiya slightly opened his narrowed eyes.

Speaking of which, Ran Mouri hasn't come to clean the house for quite some time.

Has he completely lost faith in Shinichi Kudo?

……

Whether it was Ran Mouri's curse or not, Aozawa never caught a fish again.

Before, fish would occasionally bite the hook and escape before he could pull the rod, but now there are no fish biting the hook at all.

Qingze didn't care.

He sat by the deserted stream, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, watching the night gradually fall.

It was a very uninteresting scene, no different from anything I'd seen before, and the view of the sky was even very limited due to the obstruction of the mountains and forests.

Night fell completely, and the mountains and forests were plunged into darkness.

A rustling sound came from the woods.

"It's a remote place with no one around, so I just left it here."

Are you sure no one's here?

"I'm sure, who would be so bored as to come to this godforsaken place at night?"

Qingze, who was not far from them: "..."

Are these two blind?

He's a grown man right here, not hiding, how can you not see him?

thump--

There was the sound of a heavy object falling into the water.

It's obvious without even guessing that it was a body disposal.

Is the corpse going to get tangled in his fishing line next?

Qingze sighed deeply.

Why do I always run into these kinds of annoying things?

He took out his phone, called the police, and made no attempt to muffle the volume.

"Hello, is this the Metropolitan Police Department? I was fishing in the mountains when I discovered two people dumping bodies..."

"Bro! Someone's here! They even called the police!"

"I heard!"

"What do we do? He must have seen us and remembered our voices!"

"Of course we should kill him! After killing him, we need to run. This mountain is so big, we need to get out of there before the police arrive..."

Chapter 91 Lonely Patients

Qingze picked at his ear.

"I heard them say they were going to kill me to silence me, please hurry up."

Metropolitan Police Department operator: "...?"

No, sir, aren't you being a little too calm?

"The police are coming right away, sir! Run! Protect yourself."

Qingze didn't hang up the phone; he looked up at the two people rushing towards him.

The two men, one wielding a shovel and the other a baseball bat, had sinister faces and ferocious expressions, determined to kill this innocent passerby.

boom!

boom!

Two loud noises rang out, and Qingze spoke into the phone:

"Alright, let's get to the arrest. He's already subdued."

operator:"?"

Megure led his men to the mountains outside Tokyo late at night, and after circling around the mountains for most of the night, they finally found someone still fishing.

The flashlight beam swept over the two unconscious people next to Qingze, as well as the burlap sack that was still soaking in water and looked like it had been fished out. Megure's lips twitched slightly.

"Mr. Qingze, please don't come to such a remote place to fish next time."

How can you not encounter a corpse when fishing in such a remote place?

"Oh," Qingze said indifferently.

Inspector Megure checked the two unconscious people and confirmed that they were just unconscious and nothing serious. His gaze then fell on Aozawa.

Although I've seen Qingze more times than I can count on two hands, this is the first time I've realized how skilled he is.

That's true, how could you have the guts to keep going to remote places to fish if you didn't have some skills?

The flashlight beam swept across the empty bucket; not a single fish was found.

"Huh? Didn't you catch any fish this time?"

Qingze glanced at the bucket, his expression unchanged.

"I guess they used up all their good luck that day."

Inspector Megure agreed.

After confirming that the sack did indeed contain a corpse, he handed over a piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

"Next time you catch a corpse, just call me if it's within Tokyo."

The operator was completely bewildered by his call; next time, it's best to just contact him directly.

Qingze glanced at it and put the note away.

"Let's take the statement back to the Metropolitan Police Department. I still need to go fishing."

Megure's lips twitched slightly. Was he determined to catch a fish, or was he determined not to give up until he did?

Even after catching corpses, you can still keep fishing.

The fisherman has a really strong heart.

"also."

……

The third floor of the Mori family's house.

The three of them were sitting around the dining table eating. Conan would occasionally glance at Ran, who was eating seriously and seemed no different from usual.

He always felt that Xiaolan's attitude towards him had become distant, and she was no longer the same as before.

I no longer call him from time to time to ask when he's coming home, nor do I inquire about his primary school life or share my thoughts or funny stories with him.

Shinichi Kudo's cell phone never rang again, nor did it receive any calls or emails from Ran Mouri.

He had to face something.

Xiaolan is putting distance between herself and him.

But why?

He didn't know what he had done wrong, he was panicking and didn't know what to do.

"Sister Ran, Shinichi said he sent a gift. Did you receive it?"

"A gift? I didn't notice."

Ran Mouri's expression remained unchanged, showing no joy or surprise, as she watched Conan's heart sink deeper and deeper.

"Shinichi-nii said it's a signed book by one of your favorite authors."

"Really? But no need. Shinichi can take care of himself. It's not like it's his birthday or anything, so you don't need to give me a present." Ran Mouri smiled and shook her head.

Perhaps she really didn't like it anymore, because when she heard about the gift, she couldn't feel any joy at all.

Instead, another figure popped into my mind.

Why don't you buy him a gift and go apologize to him?

Even if you don't know what you did wrong, it's never wrong to apologize.

Conan buried his head in the bowl, his heart feeling as if it were being cut by a knife.

Does Xiaolan not like him anymore?

Kogoro Mouri glanced at Conan, then at Ran, and pursed his lips.

What's going on with these two people?

They all looked distracted and absent-minded.

"Xiao Lan, aren't you studying acting? Ms. Yoko is currently filming a movie, and I'd like to ask her to take us to the film set for a visit."

“Since we’re on holiday recently, we can go together and stay with the film crew for a few days.”

Ran Mouri's attention was immediately drawn back to reality. "Okay? When?"

"We're leaving tomorrow; I've already rented a car."

Ran Mouri put down her chopsticks and said, "Then I'll go pack my things. Dad, you wash the dishes and clear the table."

Ran Mouri went into the bedroom, took out a suitcase, and started folding clothes.

This period might last three or four days. She needs to bring some clothes to change into, a notebook to take notes, and a book on acting, as there are some parts she doesn't understand and might be able to ask the actors for help later...

As she picked up the clothes, she saw the black coat.

It was folded up in the corner of the wardrobe, pitch black, and looked completely out of place with the rest of the wardrobe.

The scene of riding my bike late at night seemed to reappear in my mind.

She closed the wardrobe and walked to the window with a sense of melancholy.

Autumn is deep, and the leaves on the roadside trees are beginning to turn yellow.