Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Although he had one less person to talk to, he would talk to himself, find his own amusement, and try his best to get benefits from some soft-hearted and easy-going researchers, so he wasn't bored.

Chapter 172 I Want You to Live

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Qingze's hair turned completely white, and he became the only living experimental subject here.

He looked at himself in the mirror and leaned closer to examine his hair roots.

"Does this mean the melanin is no longer effective on my hair?"

He looked at himself in the mirror from left to right and struck a few poses.

"This white-haired look is actually quite handsome."

Watching thirteen-year-old Aozawa amuse himself in front of the mirror, Ran Mouri wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

Three years is a long time, but when condensed into memory, it feels terribly short.

The repetitive daily routine is utterly uninteresting. In the dull and numb life, the children with blurred faces gradually become silent and numb, their consciousness gradually eroded, like domesticated livestock.

Then it suddenly disappeared from the pulsating screen and never appeared again.

She watched as Qingze's hair turned white little by little, and as his emotional fluctuations gradually decreased.

My heart is aching, but I can only be a spectator, watching this past that has already happened, unable to intervene, unable to stop it, and unable to cause any impact.

"Strange, why is my consciousness fluctuating so much?"

Dr. Payton frowned as he looked at the unusually fluctuating frequency on the screen.

It's just entering the memory corridor; logically, it shouldn't cause such a large fluctuation in consciousness.

Fiano observed the state of the people in the hibernation pod; they were still in a deep sleep.

What happens if there are too many fluctuations in consciousness?

"It will emerge from this state."

Dr. Payton's fingers flew across the keyboard, and the harmonic resonator next to him emitted a wave frequency once more.

"Move on to the next memory node."

Ran Mouri's perspective changed; the boy who had been amusing himself in front of the mirror had changed his clothes.

Qingze entered a new environment.

This is a training camp located deep in the mountains.

The neck ring around his neck was not removed, but he now had a bracelet on his wrist.

The wristband can detect heart rate, blood pressure, blood oxygen, body temperature, respiratory rate, etc.

He was still a guinea pig, receiving injections of medication and undergoing a full-body check-up every week.

It's just a different experimental method.

The training camp was much simpler than the laboratory, and there were more than a dozen children besides him.

They lived together in a large dormitory, with no distinction between men and women. Everyone was addressed by a number and had no names.

The daily training load is very heavy, consisting of either physical training or combat training, and there are various punishments for not completing it.

Fortunately, food and nutrition are sufficient.

Every day, the instructors give a pep talk.

He was well-versed in PUA tactics. First, he would suppress you, deny your past, deny your value, deny your entire being, and then tell you that the organization took you in and nurtured you, and that you should serve the organization to the death.

Teenagers in their early teens are already mentally unstable, and having encountered such a great calamity and ended up here, they are easily brainwashed.

Qingze wasn't buying it.

He put on a good act, but it went in one ear and out the other.

But he takes training very seriously.

Because of the medication, his physical condition was excellent, and coupled with his fearlessness of pain, he learned martial arts very quickly.

Despite his young age, his performance on the training field is outstanding.

He discreetly gathered information about the location of the training ground, observed the guards and sentries, removed the ropes from his neck and arms, and secretly planned his escape.

Two months later, the brutal elimination process began.

The instructors' motto was: "The organization only wants elites, not useless people."

Waste has no value.

The training camp began to turn bloody, revealing its cruelty.

Food and resources are limited; only the strong can obtain them, while the weak will be eliminated.

In the third month, Qingze removed the neck ring from his neck and the bracelet from his wrist.

His escape plan began.

Ran Mouri's heart clenched.

This escape attempt must have failed; otherwise, how could Qingze still be in the organization?

But contrary to Ran Mouri's expectations, Aozawa actually escaped.

He selected two people and began to contact them.

Number 14: Physically strong and fearless during training. Qingze had observed him for a long time; he wasn't very receptive to the instructors' brainwashing, and there was a suppressed resentment in his eyes.

Number 7: Clever, good at dealing with people, has high emotional intelligence and is good at talking. He is also good at gathering intelligence, but his fighting skills are very poor and he is eliminated at the end of several times.

Qingze needs his knowledge of the camp and the guards.

On a stormy night, the rain interfered with the cameras and patrol dogs. Taking advantage of the instructor's sleep, Qingze found a blind spot in the surveillance and destroyed a weak point in the electrified barbed wire.

The three of them slipped out and disappeared into the dark rain and forest.

Ran Mouri watched the three boys running in the rain. The dark forest looked like a gaping maw, ready to swallow them up.

The rather thin boy, number seven, lost his footing in the darkness, tumbled and fell, twisting his leg in the process.

Normally this would be a minor injury, but during a flight, it becomes a life-threatening one.

The disagreement began.

Number 14 didn't want to be a burden, but Qingze didn't want to give up Number 7.

If we abandon Number 7 at this point, there's only one outcome for Number 7: being taken back as a warning to others.

Qingze couldn't bear to watch him die.

He carried number 7, who was in tears during the argument, and parted ways with number 14.

The rain was still falling, and the person on his back kept crying.

Qingze was annoyed by his crying.

"Why do you cry so much, you're a man?"

"I am afraid……"

Number 7 forced herself to stop crying, but her voice was still choked with sobs.

Visibility was poor in the rainy night. Qingze carried someone on his back and held a tree branch in his hand, trying his best to make every step steady.

What are you afraid of?

"I'm afraid of dying."

"If you're afraid of dying, why did you come with me?"

“My physique isn’t as good as yours, and my fighting skills are terrible. If I stay in the training camp, I’ll just be eliminated. Running away gives me a glimmer of hope.”

"You're quite good at weighing the pros and cons."

"Put me down, I don't want to be a burden to you." The person on top of you struggled to get off.

"Aren't you afraid of dying? Why are you coming down?"

Qingze carried him a little tighter, but those who wanted to get off always found a way to get back up.

The frail Number Seven leaned against a tree, his voice still choked with sobs.

“I’m afraid of dying, but you’re a good person, and I don’t want you to die because of me.”

In the pitch-black rain and fog, his face was unusually blurry, but his words were unusually clear.

Qingze looked at him, but Ran Mouri couldn't see his expression in the darkness.

He turned his back and squatted down.

"Who says we're going to die? We'll escape. Get on!"

The thin boy shook his head, looking at the dark, seemingly endless mountain forest.

"This mountain is too big. The instructors must have discovered that we escaped and are looking for us."

“My foot is injured, and I can no longer escape. Your strength is limited; taking me with you will only lead to your death here.”

"I wanted to escape before, but after I actually escaped, I didn't know where I could go..."

The boy's face was blurry, but his sorrowful voice was exceptionally clear.

He is intelligent, able to assess the situation, weigh the pros and cons, and is well aware of their current predicament.

He was already physically weak, and he had also injured his leg, which was crucial during the escape. It was only a matter of time before he was caught.

Chapter 173 You Must Take Good Care of Yourself

The thin boy looked at Qingze, at this person he had only known for a short time, but who was unwilling to abandon him even at this moment, and revealed a smile that was more like a grimace.

"As a way of repaying you for taking me with you, I'll help delay their pursuit. If possible, let's survive together, taking my share with us."

Death isn't actually that scary.

It's a matter of one shot or one knife.

quickly.

Qingze looked at him expressionlessly.

Ran Mouri could tell that Aozawa was angry.

"I have a way to get you out of here, and I don't need anything in return!"

The scene shifts to guards at the training camp searching the mountains with hunting dogs.

The rain and fog affected the hunting dogs' sense of smell, but the footprints and other traces were still very clear.

Simply running away won't get you out.

They were unfamiliar with the terrain, and visibility was extremely poor at night; their soaked clothes would accelerate hypothermia.

Qingze chose to counterattack.

They need to acquire supplies, and the people chasing them are excellent sources of supplies.

The mountain is very large; it's impossible for everyone to gather together.

He hid in a tree, staring intently at the man below who was leading a hunting dog and holding a flashlight.

The beam of the flashlight swept around, and the sound of rain made the sounds in the forest seem indistinct.

Seizing the opportunity, the young Qingze leaped down from the tree and kicked the guard in the back with precise kicks. The guard was knocked forward and fell into the muddy water.

The moment Qingze landed, he rolled to his feet and punched the back of his opponent's neck.

The hunting dog pounced, and Qingze grabbed a flashlight and shone it into the dog's eyes.

The bright light made the hunting dogs close their eyes, but their attack momentum did not diminish.

Qingze dodged the hound's attack by flipping to the side, and the dagger in his hand flew out, accurately piercing the hound's eye socket.

This set of movements was fluid and seamless, taking only a few seconds—incredibly fast.

Without stopping, he quickly drew the gun from the unconscious guard's waist.