No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

“You should have died already, but your obsession has kept you doing evil, so I have to come and help you.”

"Ridiculous! Once that drug is completed, all our struggles will become meaningless! It grants near-infinite lifespan! Why can't you understand!"

"Of course I understand what that means. The only one who doesn't understand is you. Only a finite life has meaning; an infinite life is just torture."

Karasuma Renya was clearly not as open-minded as Vermouth, or rather, he didn't have anyone around him to help him see the truth. He was just a stubborn old man who had always been alone, and now Kitahara Masaki had come to send him away.

"It's time to say goodbye, old man. Although I'd love to throw you into a desert country to experience war, I'll give you a quick death for Vermouth's sake."

boom!

Kitahara Masaki said no more, raised his hand and fired a shot. Just as the bullet was about to hit Karasuma, he turned the chair he was sitting on, and the back of the chair was actually made of bulletproof material, which deflected the pistol bullet to the side.

"You blond brat, you want to kill me!"

Karasuma pressed a button, and a layer of bulletproof glass suddenly appeared in front of him. Its strength was such that it could even stop sniper bullets, and Kitahara Masaki emptied an entire magazine without breaking a single crack.

"You will pay the price for this."

Karasuma said no more, and actually took out a flight backpack from under the table, intending to slip away through the window like Kaito Kid.

Kitahara Masaki didn't speak, but just watched as the gloomy old man stepped onto the windowsill.

"Hmph! Trying to escape? Taste my Lightning Whirlwind Slash."

boom!

The penetrating bullet produced by the system pierced through the bulletproof glass and headed straight for Karasuma's head. If it hit, he would be knocked off the windowsill by the impact and smashed into a pulp.

However, Kitahara Masaki underestimated Karasuma's trump card. Just as he was about to be hit in the head by a bullet, Karasuma suddenly unleashed a power that was not like his usual self. His body movements were completely unlike those of an old man. He actually turned his head away, allowing the bullet to hit only his shoulder.

"He! He took drug A!"

"No, that should be the improved version of drug A. He did not shrink to the size of a child, and there seemed to be no short-term side effects such as spasms after taking the drug."

Karasuma bit into the medicine inside his dentures, which restored his youthful physical abilities, allowing him to dodge what should have been a fatal bullet at the last moment.

With his flight pack activated, Karasuma soared into the skies above Tokyo, quickly attracting the attention of many.

Helpless, Kitahara Masaki and Vermouth could only obediently go downstairs; they couldn't possibly jump down with him. However, Kitahara Masaki's drone had already begun tracking Karasuma's whereabouts, and his flight backpack's fuel would soon run out. After that, he would definitely need a means of transportation to escape.

呲!

"Damn it, that old bastard!"

Kitahara Masaki's drone is a high-quality product from the system, but it also has many electronic components, meaning it can be affected as well.

Under the electromagnetic interference of Karasuma, the drone's image became blurry, making it impossible to see the surrounding scenery. It crashed straight into the glass curtain wall and died very decisively.

"Vermouth, contact Haibara and send the information about Karasuma to the networks of major intelligence agencies, and offer high prices to all bounty hunters in Japan."

"A high price? How high?"

"Anyone who dares to accept the mission will receive a deposit of one million; if you kill him, you'll receive one billion! And it won't just be one person; if it's a group kill, then each person will receive one billion!"

Potter has recovered from the brainwashing audio and has now handed over most of the organization's money to Kitahara Masaki under a combination of persuasion and threats. So, taking out such a large sum of money is not a problem at all. After all, the ultimate goal now is to kill Karasuma, and everything else can be ignored.

They had actually planned this scheme long ago, so within three minutes, Haibara placed the intelligence on the phones of all the Japanese Public Security Bureau, Japanese bounty hunters, FBI agents, and CIA agents. To make them believe the authenticity of the intelligence, she directly provided two videos: one showing Ireland killing Gin, and the other showing Kitahara Masaki and his group performing surgery on Rum.

The video only shows Rum and Gin's faces without being blurred, and I believe the people in this intelligence organization will understand that this means Karasuma is the only one left in the Black Organization!

After sprinting downstairs, the two continued their pursuit of Karasuma based on information provided by their subordinates.

However, no one knew that Karasuma had arrived at the gate of Teitan Elementary School. Afraid to go to the hospital, he went directly to the infirmary, knocked out the school nurse, and used the school's medical equipment to treat his wounds. The gunshot wound on his shoulder was no longer visible after he put on his white coat. Just as he was thinking about how to escape from Japan, there was a knock on the door.

"Doctor! Someone's injured! Is anyone inside?"

Karasuma Renya had no choice but to open the locked door to avoid arousing suspicion. He then saw four little devils. The largest one had a bruised and bleeding knee, and it took three little devils to move him.

"Hey! Where did the doctor go?"

"Oh, he had to rush home because of something, so I'm temporarily watching the medical room for him."

"I see—"

The anxious Karasuma didn't notice the unexpected glint in the eyes of the boy in the blue suit.

Chapter 369 The Grand Finale: Death Has Disappeared

"Oh dear, doctor, were you treating anyone just now?"

Conan tried to use his childish charm to get information out of Conan, but Karasuma ignored him completely. He simply said that he was just temporarily watching over the infirmary, gave Conan some bandages and disinfectant alcohol, and then left them alone.

Conan looked at the person who looked like an old man, but whose figure and movements were similar to those of a middle-aged person or even a young person.

In short, this adult whose age is hard to discern is highly suspicious. After all, Conan has never seen him at school before; it's as if he suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It's also unclear whether the real doctor truly had an emergency and left.

Unlike Conan, Karasuma was too lazy to pretend to be anything. He knew very well that although he had medical knowledge, he didn't want to treat a bunch of kids, especially not now. He didn't have the time for that.

Karasuma, who was pondering how to escape from Japan, felt a wave of exhaustion. As he sat down in his office chair, he accidentally bumped the wound on his shoulder, causing his face to contort in pain, which Conan noticed.

Yawenyi, Vermouth, Bourbon, Kiel, and Porter are all untrustworthy, so only two snipers who will only follow orders are available. But what he needs now is someone who can help him escape from Japan, not someone who can assassinate!

So he made an extremely difficult decision: to ask the local gang for help. Although it was incredibly beneath him, the leader of a black-clad organization, to ask the local gang for help to escape, he couldn't care less about that now.

Karasuma, who opened his phone and logged onto the dark web intending to hire a gang, was dumbfounded. His photo had spread throughout the entire dark web forum, and now the Japanese underworld was thinking about catching this guy named Karasuma Renya and then going to the wealthy client to collect a reward of one billion yen.

"Uncle, you look terrible. Did something happen?"

Karasuma looked up and saw Conan smiling broadly; the kid was even trying to see what was on his phone screen.

Having already experienced the ups and downs of life, Karasuma almost slapped the pen into Conan's fur. After taking a deep breath to calm down, Karasuma simply waved at Conan, indicating that he should get out of the way.

However, after Conan finished treating Genta's wound, he stayed in the infirmary and kept asking Karasuma Renya questions, which annoyed Karasuma so much that he just threw Conan out of the infirmary, just like Uncle Mori.

However, neither of them realized that the other was their lifelong nemesis. If it weren't for Karasuma, Conan wouldn't have become Conan; and Karasuma didn't understand that if it weren't for Conan, Kitahara Masaki's affairs wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

Karasuma sat in the infirmary, pondering how to contact members of his organization outside of Japan. He reasoned that once he left Japan and returned to the United States, these traitors from Japan would be no threat at all.

"Hmph! Shinichi Moriyama, you just wait!"

"Oh? I'll wait here now."

what!

As Karasuma turned around, he saw Kitahara Masaki climbing in through the window. This man, whom he hated so much, had unknowingly come to his side again.

"How is this possible! How could you have found this place?"

"What else could it be? Someone who has been shot wouldn't have gone far, nor would they have gone to a hospital or clinic. So the only remaining options are pharmacies and the school health clinic, which have medicine to treat wounds. After ruling out all other possibilities, what's impossible about finding you?"

Ultimately, Kitahara Masaki believed in the laws of science, so Karasuma would definitely escape to Teitan Elementary School. As for escaping to Teitan Elementary School, it was naturally for the sake of the infirmary's medicine.

"You...you want to use a gun here? Aren't you afraid of your identity being exposed? You're probably going to bury the identity of Shinichi Moriyama and continue living in Japan under the alias Masaki Kitahara, right?"

Kitahara Masaki looked at the man in front of him, who looked no different from a middle-aged man, but was nothing more than an old man who was afraid of dying. He thought to himself that this guy had really stayed in the shadows for too long, and probably couldn't even figure out what a normal person was thinking.

Kitahara Masaki didn't say anything more, but slowly moved forward. When he realized that death was approaching, he finally didn't have the pearl and shouted loudly, just like an old man who was afraid of death.

"Aaaaaaah!!!! Help me!!!"

However, Kitahara Masaki's knife was equally swift, slicing through his throat and then shooting him in the forehead. Finally, not content with that, he injected him with a potent poison made by Ai Haibara.

Only after doing all this did he jump out of the window and leave the infirmary.

Conan, who heard the screams, naturally ran back to the infirmary. When he pushed open the door, he only saw a corpse lying on an office chair.

"Conan, what's wrong?"

"Damn it! Someone's been murdered! The killer just left! Evelyn, you have to call the police right now!"

"What! I understand!"

Vermouth was the one who lured Conan away so that there would be no one in the way when Kitahara Masaki killed Karasuma. As for excuses, there are plenty to come up with; Kitahara Masaki doesn't need to worry about Vermouth's acting skills.

When Vermouth saw the BOSS lying lifeless in the chair, she ran to the bathroom after calling the police, splashing cold water on her face repeatedly, thinking that the Black Organization was completely finished.

Conan, who was sitting in the infirmary looking at the crime scene, was unaware of this. He thought it was just another ordinary murder case he had encountered. However, this case was also his 'last case'.

Kitahara Masaki, who had already returned to the Metropolitan Police Department, posted the information about Karasuma's death on the dark web. Bounty hunters were devastated, realizing their billion-dollar bounties had vanished. However, for the various intelligence organizations, verifying the authenticity of this news became the most important task.

They all disguised themselves, basically acting as reporters, and rushed towards Teitan Elementary School. Amuro Tooru and Akai Shuichi met directly at the school gate, but neither of them had any intention of continuing the fight. They simply went to the infirmary together and saw the middle-aged man who had been slit in the throat, blown in the head, and poisoned.

No one knows what happened that led to an unknown person killing Karasuma. However, Kitahara Masaki and Vermouth rented the entire Beika Grand Hotel that night and hosted a banquet for all their acquaintances. At the end of the banquet, they announced their marriage and set off fireworks specially made by Professor Agasa to celebrate.

A few months later, Conan was surprised to find that he was no longer a first-year student, but had actually moved up to the second year, and Ran had become a senior in high school.

Masaki Kitahara, using his connection to the Metropolitan Police Department, erased all traces of his presence in the Black Organization. Meanwhile, Vermouth became Mrs. Kitahara, opening a laboratory specifically for Ai Haibara's experiments and bringing Akemi Miyano back to Japan from South Korea.

After the Black Organization disappeared, Ireland became a security guard at the Detective Guild, while Chianti and Cohen inexplicably became sniper instructors for the US military. The FBI was sent back to the US by the Public Security Bureau led by Amuro Tooru. Akai Shuichi was still thinking about investigating Kitahara Masaki when he saw Miyano Akemi standing beside him, smiling brightly. Afterwards, Akai Shuichi also returned to the US to continue the search for the remnants of the Black Organization.

What surprised everyone the most was that, although Beika Town still occasionally experienced a few large explosions, the usual cases had changed from murder and robbery cases back to the petty theft that was common a few years ago, as if the Grim Reaper had disappeared.

That's right, Death has disappeared.