Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Amuro Tooru was almost petrified.

Who is that? Miss Lan? Who kissed whom?

Vodka was dumbfounded. He looked at the phone he was dialing, then at the person he had just met, and immediately realized what was going on.

"Big brother, someone's impersonating you! And they're even harassing Ran Mouri!!!"

As Gin listened, several veins bulged on his forehead, his teeth clenched so hard they clicked, and he almost crushed his phone in his hand.

"Koniak, die!"

Could Chapter 98 have been done by Vermouth?

Putting Qingze's matter aside for the time being, she turned her attention to another matter.

Why does this lady look so much like Qingze?

If it were just that Hidetoshi Matsui and Aozawa had some similarities, it could be explained as a coincidence.

But with such a striking resemblance, like eyes carved from the same mold, it's clearly no coincidence.

This woman doesn't seem to be mentioned in Qingze's records.

She extended her hand and introduced herself.

"Hello, I'm Ran Mouri. May I ask who you are?"

“I am Junxiu’s mother. He cares about you a lot. You can just call me Aunt Xingzi.”

Sachiko Matsui smiled as she looked at Ran Mouri.

She came over simply because her son cared a lot about this Ms. Mori.

Matsui Hidetoshi blushed slightly, but did not deny his feelings for Mouri Ran.

Sachiko Matsui?

This name was not in the information provided by Qingze.

However, Matsui...

According to that document, Aozawa's mother's surname seems to be Matsui.

She was thinking these things, but she didn't show it on her face.

"Mr. Matsui is a very hardworking and excellent actor."

I didn't want to have much contact with this Matsui Hidetoshi, but now I'm afraid that's not an option.

She needs to find a way to get a breakthrough in investigating Aozawa's background from the Matsui family.

Sachiko Matsui chatted with Ran Mouri, subtly probing into her situation.

Her son made no attempt to hide his feelings for her, and as a mother, she couldn't possibly do nothing.

At the very least, you should find out what kind of person the girl is and what her character is.

Not humble, not obsequious, sincere and kind, gentle and polite.

She just doesn't seem interested in her own son.

Matsui Sachiko didn't chat for long before leaving with her youngest son, leaving the space to her eldest son.

Ran Mouri watched Sachiko Matsui's retreating figure and remarked, "Aunt Sachiko is so beautiful."

Matsui Hidetoshi laughed, "My mother would be very happy if she heard you praising her like that."

“I’m not just praising her, it’s the truth. Aunt Sachiko is indeed very beautiful and has a great presence.” Ran Mouri paused for a moment, “But I feel like Aunt Sachiko looks familiar…”

"My mother rarely goes out, so it's probably unlikely."

"Could it be that I saw Aunt Sachiko's sister?"

Matsui Hidetoshi shook his head. "I only have one aunt, but she passed away many years ago."

Ran Mouri thought to herself, "As expected, Sachiko Matsui is indeed Aozawa's mother's older sister."

The Matsui family had two daughters; one married out to a foreign land through an arranged marriage, while the other had a son-in-law marry into the family.

They must know something about Qingze's parents' deaths.

But the question is, how do we test the waters?

Ran Mouri had never done anything like this before, and no one had taught her how to subtly probe, so she was really at a loss.

Just then, a scream suddenly came from inside the villa.

The scream was exceptionally shrill and filled with terror. Everyone in the courtyard was instantly drawn to the scream and looked toward the third floor of the villa from which the sound came.

Upon hearing the sound, Ran Mouri knew that another case had occurred.

I just don't know who got into trouble this time.

Matsui Toshihide looked in the direction the sound came from, his pupils shrinking sharply. Without even greeting Ran Mouri, he quickly ran towards the villa.

In a room on the third floor, Matsui Taizo, the husband of Matsui Sachiko, the head of the Matsui Group, died.

The maid who came to call for help was the first to notice. Her loud soprano voice startled everyone.

Conan arrived quickly after that.

He quickly ran into the room, ignoring the terrified maid who was standing at the door, gripping the doorknob.

The victim died from a stab wound; a sharp fruit knife was plunged cleanly into his heart.

There were no signs of struggle, and the victim's face still bore a look of astonishment, suggesting that the crime was committed by someone known to the victim.

Judging from the degree of blood drying, the person had been dead for about half an hour.

The surrounding environment was very clean, and the deceased left no message of death. It was obvious that the murderer came with the intention of killing, with ample preparation and a plan. After the murder, the murderer calmly fled without alerting anyone.

Could it be you, Vermouth?

She can disguise herself, is skilled at murder, and her methods are clean, efficient, and leave no trace... It's really hard not to suspect her that she would deliberately make a cameo appearance in such a small movie.

Moreover, she has plenty of time.

Half an hour earlier, Vermouth had gone to the restroom separately from Ran under the pretext of changing clothes and removing makeup. He had been watching outside the restroom the whole time, but he hadn't seen her come out.

This doesn't mean she didn't actually come out. There's a window on the other side of the bathroom, and she could have easily come out through the window if she wanted to.

Ran Mouri and Toshihide Matsui arrived one after the other, along with Kogoro Mouri.

Matsui Toshihide knelt before his father, his face pale and his expression utterly lost.

Kogoro Mouri glanced at her and waved Ran away as she entered.

"Xiaolan, call the police!"

Ran Mouri glanced at the body, then obediently picked up her phone and called the police.

Perhaps because she had seen so many different kinds of corpses, this kind of corpse no longer aroused her fear.

After calling Inspector Megure and explaining the situation, Ran Mouri looked at Sachiko Matsui, who was leading the child over. Seeing Sachiko Matsui's furrowed brows and the clueless child, she took the initiative to approach her.

"Aunt Sachiko, it's probably better not to bring Xiaowu in."

Sachiko Matsui was taken aback, clearly realizing what had happened.

She looked down at the puzzled child and smiled gently, "Xiao Wu, why don't you go play at Mina's house? And while you're at it, thank the big brother who saved you properly."

Xiao Wu looked at his mother, then at the room surrounded by people, sighed, and obediently nodded.

These adults, really.

He's not stupid; he can tell exactly what happened.

Ran Mouri suddenly took his hand. "I'll go with Xiaowu."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Xiaolan."

Stepping out of the courtyard, Xiao Wu couldn't hide his dejection.

"These adults are really something. I'm not stupid, why do they always try to treat me like a child?"

Ran Mouri looked down at him. The little boy had clearly realized what had happened, but he didn't seem very sad.

"Does Xiao Wu know what happened?"

The child kicked a stone by the roadside and muttered, "You all look so serious, your dad must have died."

"Aren't you sad?"

"A little, but not much."

“My parents have been sleeping in separate rooms for a long time. They treat each other like guests, their relationship is distant. My father doesn't seem to care about me at all, and he's never been involved in my life. I suspect he has another child outside of our relationship…”

It's impossible not to be surprised to hear such a secret from a child.

Is this really what this family is like?

No wonder Aunt Sachiko didn't seem sad.

Matsui Toshihide, on the other hand, was greatly affected by his father's death.

The child suddenly forced a smile and spoke, with an air of detached indifference that suggested he had seen through the ways of the world.

"My father's death is actually a good thing."

Chapter 99 Who's avoiding you? You're just being delusional.

Ran Mouri stared at him blankly. For a moment, she seemed to be hallucinating what Aozawa looked like when he was a child.

Even though I've never seen him before, I just feel like this kid looks a lot like Qingze.

"why?"

“They have no feelings for each other anymore, but they have to maintain their marital relationship because of their interests. I can feel that my mother is not happy.”

Ran Mouri looked at the seven-year-old child she was leading.

Compared to Conan, this is a real kid.

But even as a child, he was not naive or stupid at all. The things that adults thought they wanted to hide from him had actually been seen through by the child long ago.

"But wouldn't we be incomplete without our father?"

As Ran Mouri spoke, she suddenly realized that she had already lost him.

“There are no perfect people in the world. My mother gave me enough love, and the role of my father in my life is now dispensable.”

The child imitated the adults' expressions, looking as if he had seen through the world and was no longer concerned, but tears were uncontrollably about to fall.

"It's strange, why do I feel like crying?"

Ran Mouri crouched down, gently hugged him, and patted his back.

"It's a normal emotion to want to cry. I would cry even if I saw a stranger die, let alone a loved one."

Her voice was incredibly gentle, like a soft breeze in the mountains, or a soothing whisper from a goddess in the heavens.

It's as if everything can be released in her presence.

The child finally lost control of his emotions and burst into tears in her arms.

......

Qingze lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.

God knows why I can't sleep. It's like I'm not used to sleeping in a particular bed; I just feel uncomfortable in every part of it.

Even though he's not picky about beds, he slept in Ran Mouri's bed without any discomfort.

But tonight, in this unfamiliar hotel room, I just can't fall asleep no matter what.

I could almost hear the sound of sirens, approaching from afar, ethereal and dreamlike, yet also real.

He opened his eyes and sat up, only to find that this was not a dream; there really was a police siren.

I checked the time; it was 11:30.