Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Ran Mouri curiously picked up the first one and read it carefully.

Code name: Cognac (Cognac brandy)

Personality traits: [eccentric] [cold] [sinister] [ruthless] [careless] [domineering] [cunning] [sharp-tongued]...

Goodness, they're all derogatory terms.

Ran Mouri looked in shock at the person who was already lounging on the sofa, exuding a lazy air.

Are these words really describing him?

It's completely different from what she's currently aware of and understands.

"Time is tight, you'd better finish reading and memorizing all of this as soon as possible."

Qingze didn't have the habit of dissecting himself in front of others; instead, he wrote down the entire persona he had cultivated over the years.

It is all written down clearly who you meet, what attitude and expression you use, what words you say, what actions you take, and what your habitual actions are.

Ran Mouri lowered her head and continued reading. After a few pages, she couldn't help but look up.

"Mr. Qingze, you're actually a secret agent, aren't you?"

According to the information, his attitude and persona are different for each person.

Some are indifferent, some are eccentric, some are ruthless and dangerous, some are lazy, and some are loyal, obedient, and respectful.

Like an actor, she appears in front of different people with different temperaments and images, with all sorts of words mixed in, so she can't figure out what the real Qingze is like at all.

"If thinking this way makes it easier for you to accept, you can think of it this way."

"Who is this Vermouth?" Ran Mouri asked, pointing to a figure on the paper.

In this person's eyes, Qingze's character is very contradictory.

It says both that they are lazy and indifferent, and that they are deliberately provoking and causing trouble.

"Didn't I write it later? If she doesn't call you, you should deliberately provoke her and cause trouble. If she calls you, you should act lazy and ignore her. As for who she is, you don't need to know until you meet her."

Ran Mouri cautiously asked, "Does Mr. Aozawa like this Miss Vermouth?"

Otherwise, why would they do something so childish, like they're deliberately trying to get attention?

Qingze sneered, his sidelong glance filled with contempt, as if he were showing concern for a fool.

"Stop having all those random thoughts in your head. This woman is a mystic. She won't call me unless she needs something. If she does, she's calling me. Why should I bother with her?"

"As for her not contacting me after we met, that means she doesn't want to mess with me right now. That's perfect, I can have some fun with her."

"Forehead……"

Ran Mouri had nothing to say about Aozawa's behavior and logic.

This is so weird, there's a kind of annoying, cheeky vibe about him.

"Remember, my main persona is that of an eccentric and unpredictable person. As long as you don't show that outrageous, girlish side, no one will doubt you, no one will dare to doubt you."

Aoze emphasized the last sentence, and the weight of the words "no one dares" made Ran Mouri pause in surprise.

It seems that Mr. Qingze holds a very high position and enjoys great prestige within that underworld organization.

After Qingze finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued typing on the computer, while also giving instructions:

"Keep watching, and after you finish watching, practice your expressions, demeanor, and movements."

It took Ran Mouri more than an hour to carefully read through all the information Aozawa had given her. She looked up with complicated feelings, looking at the person who exuded a nonchalant air about him, completely opposite to what was described in the information.

Mr. Qingze must have a real facade in front of everyone; he must have a tough job.

Qingze could tell from her expression that she was imagining things again.

He closed his notebook, speechless.

"What kind of expression is that? People's personalities are multifaceted, and they show different expressions in different situations and moods. They cannot be summarized with simple words."

"Whether it's the personality I've written down or the personality you've seen, it's my true personality. It's not a disguise. What you need to do is disguise."

Qingze stood up, giving Ran Mouri enough time to process what he had just said.

A few minutes later, she led Ran Mouri to the dressing room.

He took out a pair of boots, a pair of combat pants with many pockets, and a black hooded jacket from the closet.

"Put on."

Ran Mouri changed her clothes as instructed.

The tall man was dressed in all black, but he didn't have the air of a gangster at all. His eyes were clear, and he looked like a trendy guy about to walk the runway, which attracted a lot of attention.

Qingze pinched his brow, feeling a headache coming on.

"Let your hair down and put on your hat."

Ran Mouri did as she was told.

"Hands in pockets, a relaxed posture, eyes looking straight ahead from under the hat's shadow, and no expression on your face..."

In the mirror, a tall man dressed in all black had some long white hair that fell outside his hat. The shadow of the hat covered most of his face, leaving only his sharply defined jawline and his undeniable scarlet eyes visible.

He stared straight ahead expressionlessly, his entire aura seemingly dangerous, carrying a chilling coldness and a sharpness that seemed to pierce the soul.

Chapter 10 This is a personal symbol

Qingze circled around Ran Mouri and nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, that's right. This is my usual look. Remember to wear your hat."

Ran Mouri isn't used to wearing hats, as it not only affects her activities but also obstructs her view.

Why do you have to wear a hat?

"Personal identity, you know?"

“I understand. Once an image is fixed, it forms a stereotype. Once you break free from the stereotype, others may not recognize you, and it won't cause trouble in your daily life.”

"She still has some brains."

Ran Mouri steals a glance at Aozawa.

Mr. Qingze deliberately created this fixed image, which also means that he does not want to get deeply involved in that so-called dark quagmire.

We don't know what he went through.

"But Mr. Qingze's appearance in such an environment must be dangerous, wouldn't the hat be an obstacle?"

For example, if your view when you turn around is mostly blocked by your hat, you won't be able to see if danger is coming from behind.

"This is a matter of strength."

Qingze spoke casually.

He can sense where danger is coming from even with his eyes closed.

The hat is no obstacle.

"Am I going to do something bad the day after tomorrow?" Ran Mouri nervously clutched the hem of her clothes.

She wouldn't do anything bad, not even while using Qingze's body.

Qingze looked at him with pity. "You're overthinking it. You're going to be a guinea pig."

"what?"

"What do you mean 'huh'? You think you can skip it? I can't skip it either."

Qingze sat down on the shoe-changing stool next to him, looking at Ran Mouri. His expression was like a pie chart, with three parts annoyance, three parts complexity, three parts pity, and one part schadenfreude.

"It can't be that scary, can it?" Ran Mouri shrank back and hugged her hands.

"They wouldn't dare do anything too serious, like drawing blood or taking medicine."

"What medicine should I take?"

Could it be drugs or something?

That was horrible.

"Some drugs that stimulate the body's potential, but they're not exactly good stuff."

"Ah..." Ran Mouri felt that the road ahead was extremely dark.

Being a guinea pig is really scary.

Why would your organization make you a guinea pig?

He clearly seems to have a high status.

"You're asking too many questions. If you're really curious, go and find out for yourself."

Qingze revealed a wicked smile, as if mocking the pathetic creature who, out of curiosity, was about to step into the abyss without realizing it.

"Alright, watch my expression, demeanor, and movements."

Qingze displayed his various expressions one by one.

His thin lips curled up at the corners, and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were about to toy with someone, exuding a strong sense of wickedness.

When he looks at people with a blank expression and a cold gaze, he exudes a sense of danger from the inside out, which is extremely creepy.

When he lowered his eyes and drooped his brows, his whole being seemed to fall into a deathly stillness, as if he had no interest in anything, and no world could attract his attention, carrying a strong sense of world-weariness.

Besides these, there were also somber and desolate ones...

All of this led Ran Mouri to look at her own face and put on a spectacular face-changing act.

Qingze's performance had many expressions, but none of them were gentle.

Those cheerful expressions weren't genuine happiness; they were more like a fleeting excitement from seeing something amusing.

"Remember?"

Ran Mouri nodded.

"Now, show me one by one."

……

It was already evening when Aozawa returned to the Mori office.

Conan and Kogoro Mouri, who were staying there, have already returned. Seeing that Ran has only just returned, they couldn't help but go up to her and ask how she was doing.

"Xiao Lan, why did you go out when you're sick?"

"Sister Xiaolan, where did you go? I called you but you didn't answer."

Qingze changed his shoes at the door and put them in the shoe cabinet.

"I felt a bit stuffy in the room, so I went out for a walk to clear my head, and now I feel much better."

Seeing Conan approaching, she took out her flip phone from her pocket and said with a hint of helplessness.

"This phone has been used for too long, and the battery died quickly. Sorry, Conan, I missed your call."

Conan looked at the phone and realized that Ran's phone was outdated.

He got a touchscreen phone for himself, but didn't think to get one for Xiaolan too.

Qingze looked at his phone with a dejected expression.

"Perhaps it's time to get a new phone."

Conan looked up at Ran.

He felt a sudden sense of panic, as if Xiaolan was referring to more than just a cell phone.

Was it because of that phone call?

However, that phone call seemed no different from any other.

Qingze had no idea what kind of feelings the child staying with had for Ran Mouri; he disliked the flip phone more and more than anything.

The screen is small, the response is slow, it can't be touched, and it lacks many functions. Holding this thing feels like going back to the early 2000s.

Make up an excuse now, and buy a new phone in a few days.