Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Do you feel guilty?

of course.

But what's done is done, and there's no point in feeling guilty.

Looking at the silent, trembling boy, he patted him on the shoulder.

"Conan."

His voice was deep and steady, as always.

“You did nothing wrong. Forcing a halt was my decision.”

Following Binga or trying to arrest him is not wrong.

“The taxi driver’s death is my responsibility, it has nothing to do with you, you don’t need to take the blame.”

Chapter 263 Growth is a moment of enlightenment

Shuichi Akai's voice was calm, without the slightest attempt to shirk responsibility.

“Your intuition is right. Binga is extremely dangerous. He has discovered our tracking and is luring us into a trap.”

"We simply chose the latter between 'potentially sacrificing an innocent person' and 'allowing an extremely dangerous target to escape and cause even greater casualties.'"

"This is a harsh choice that the FBI often faces when pursuing members of an organization."

He paused, looking at the taxi driver's body, his tone cold and heavy:

"That's what organizations are like. Their very existence is a vortex that engulfs the flesh and blood of innocent people."

"Today, a taxi driver died here, but if we hesitate, tomorrow ten or a hundred ordinary people like him may die."

“We will bear this sin, and we will repay it by ending the organization.”

Judy also walked over quickly. She looked at Conan's pained expression and her eyes were full of heartache.

She crouched down on the other side of Conan, gently embracing his tense body, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable strength:

“Cool Kid, Shuichi is right. This is not your responsibility; we all made the choice.”

"Self-blame cannot change what has already happened. What we can do is to carry this pain and lesson with us and move forward more firmly so that such tragedies will never happen again."

Conan's body relaxed slightly in Jodie's embrace and Akai's words, but the pain and self-blame in his eyes did not disappear; they simply settled deeper.

He understood their meaning and their position, but the guilt of personally pushing ordinary people to their deaths weighed on his heart like a heavy lead weight.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling once more on the glaring bloodstain, remaining silent for a long time.

'Shinichi...'

Ran Mouri stood there, the cold wind blowing through her carefully disguised gray hair.

Her gaze fell on Conan, who was hanging his head, and then through the broken car window she saw the driver's violent and horrific condition.

Life... was so easily taken away.

A breeze blew by, and she felt a little cold.

She witnessed the organization's cruelty in Qingze's memories.

But witnessing so closely and directly a completely innocent ordinary person being caught in the crossfire and instantly crushed simply because they were carrying a dangerous passenger... the shock and impact of this is enormous.

The organization is truly terrifying.

They regard human life as worthless and will crush any obstacle without hesitation to achieve their goals.

A strong, instinctive chill crept up her spine, making her want to flee this blood-soaked place immediately.

However, beneath this surging wave of fear, another, stronger, and more intense emotion was burning fiercely in his heart.

She was furious.

Knowing that stopping a taxi under these circumstances would endanger the driver, why did the FBI still make such a decision without hesitation?

Do these intelligence agencies really treat ordinary people as human beings?

She was unsure what role Shinichi played in it, but surprisingly, Shinichi didn't try to stop her.

He gave up the life of an ordinary person for Binga.

Has he been blinded by hatred?

So radical, so impatient...

Has that detective who always puts life first and is forever righteous disappeared?

There are also organizations.

The existence of the Black Organization is a deadly poison, the source of countless tragedies.

This taxi driver and Qingze, they should have had wonderful lives and brilliant futures, but because of the organization, their lives went in the opposite direction.

The organization must be destroyed, and these people must be defeated!

This thought was etched into her mind with unparalleled clarity.

In order to prevent such tragedies from happening again, and to prevent more innocent people from dying meaninglessly under the wheels of the organization like this driver.

This belief, like a spark ignited in the cold wind, not only did not go out in fear, but burned even more fiercely and firmly because it witnessed the extreme of darkness.

She took a deep breath, the cold air mixed with the smell of gunpowder and blood filling her lungs. It didn't bring calm, but rather, like cold water quenching fire, it made her eyes even clearer and sharper.

She took one last look at the scene, her gaze sweeping over the pained and self-reproachful Conan, the grieving Akai, and Jodie, before deftly sitting back in the passenger seat and gently closing the door.

Her voice was soft, yet carried a subtle hardness.

"Teacher, let's go."

Meanwhile, Vermouth, back in her car, glanced at her, her lips twitching slightly, but she said nothing.

She didn't want Xiaolan to see such a scene, and she didn't want Xiaolan to be exposed to these things.

She wanted Xiaolan to live in a sunny and happy place, to be a kind angel.

However, the world is not perfect; shadows always exist beneath the light and continue to encroach upon it.

Danger could strike at any moment.

The world outside the ivory tower is cruel.

But Xiaolan's perseverance exceeded her expectations.

Sometimes, growth is just a moment of sudden enlightenment.

She felt both relieved and saddened.

The pink Beetle silently slid into the traffic, like a silent ghost.

……

The truck was abandoned on the side of the road, and Vodka got into Cohen's car with the injured Binga.

"Help me stop the bleeding!"

Even without Binga saying anything, vodka was already doing it.

Binga was badly injured, suffering a concussion, a broken right hand, a gunshot wound to his left scapula, multiple cartilage contusions, and was almost completely exhausted. Half of his body was covered in blood, and he looked extremely disheveled.

Chianti, in the passenger seat, made a sarcastic remark, much to the dismay of her colleagues, saying, "You've made quite a mess of yourself."

"Heh, try being chased by Ray and see what happens."

That's Ray! Gin suffered several major losses at his hands! Not long ago, Osprey was almost crippled by a single shot, and now he's mocking him?

"Tch~" Chianti scoffed, but didn't say anything more.

She has self-awareness; if it were her, she probably wouldn't have fared much better.

"Shinichi Kudo must have cooperated with the FBI, and Kogoro Mouri should also be involved."

Binga calmly recounted the information he had obtained, a dangerous glint flashing in his face, which was contorted with pain.

He'll remember this loss he suffered today.

Shinichi Kudo, Rey, Kogoro Mouri, Conan Edogawa...

They must pay a hundredfold!

"Shinichi Kudo? The high school detective who was once called the savior of the Japanese police?" Chianti had heard of him.

"Yes. He's not dead."

"What do you mean he's not dead? Does that mean he died before?"

Binga no longer had any intention of capturing Shinichi Kudo to embarrass Gin; he only wanted to kill Shinichi Kudo!

The earpiece in his ear was still connected to the communication system. The sirens on Gin's end had stopped, so it seemed that Gin had shaken off the police.

He immediately began to recount what he had found out about Shinichi Kudo.

Chapter 264 Koniak's love interest is Ran Mouri.

"Gin once fed Shinichi Kudo APTX4869, but Shinichi Kudo didn't die; instead, he went into hiding..."

“He appeared once about six months ago, attended school for half a day, and has been in contact with some people.”

"You mean he went to school?" Gin's voice suddenly came through the headphones.

It was chilly, and carried a sense of anger at being fooled.

Koniak!

He knew perfectly well that the Shinichi Kudo that Vodka saw that day was not a fake Shinichi Kudo at all, but the real Shinichi Kudo himself!

This hothead, it was one thing to go back to school half a year ago, but he actually dared to go back to school to participate in a school trip!

And he actually suspected it was a trap because the whole thing was so outrageous.

He didn't believe that Koniak hadn't realized it was really Shinichi Kudo!

And Koniak, for the sake of Ran Mouri, foolishly let Shinichi Kudo go.

"Vodka, are you sure you saw Shinichi Kudo tear off his disguise that night?"

Vodka was taken aback when his older brother suddenly called out his name, but he immediately realized which day his brother was referring to.

He quickly recalled the memories of that day in his mind.

“That’s right! I saw it with my own eyes, and Vermouth saw it too, besides me.”

Although it was night, the headlights of the two cars shone into the forest, and the light was enough for him to see clearly what was happening.

Gin's expression remained unchanged.

It's just a disguise mask; there are plenty of people who can do disguises.

"How many shots did Koniak fire?"

"One shot, to the heart."

"Ah……"

Gin let out a chilling laugh.

A heart attack?

Koniak aimed for the heart, not the head?

What is this if not releasing water?

Haha, he even killed his love rival.

This is more like letting your love rival go!

"What did Koniak do?" Rum's mechanical voice suddenly came through the communication channel.

At this point, Gin certainly had no intention of hiding anything from Koniak.

The experience of being chased by traffic police happened just a moment ago.

All he wants now is to kill Koniak!

"Haven't you always been curious about what he's doing? He's in a relationship, and his girlfriend is Shinichi Kudo's childhood friend, Ran Mouri."