Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

That will clamored for loyalty, for the supremacy of the organization, and for sacrificing everything for the organization.

His consciousness was in chaos amidst the sharp friction and tugging, his vision began to distort and spin, and familiar scenes were tinged with eerie colors.

Suddenly, he swayed as he stood up, his lips parted in a wide, manic grin, and he let out a low, hoarse laugh.

"Destroy the world—"

Chapter 304 So Sad

bang——

Flames and smoke filled her vision, and Ran Mouri suddenly opened her eyes from the darkness.

My heart was pounding wildly, madness still lingered in my mind, and the destructive urge to destroy everything raged in my chest.

Her eyes were bloodshot and glaringly red, and she was breathing heavily as she struggled to pull herself out of the deep-seated pain and madness.

She slammed her fist on the iron bed beneath her.

A piercing metallic groan instantly exploded in the quiet, dark space. The rusty iron bed suddenly sank downwards, and the icy touch and violent vibration shot straight up from my arm to my brain.

Not enough! This amount of destruction is far from sufficient!

She slammed her fists twice more, then sprang to her feet, her fists whistling through the air as she furiously pounded the cold, hard wall again and again.

The dull thud of finger bones striking concrete echoed in the cramped room, accompanied by the rustling sounds of cracks spreading and gravel crumbling.

Her joints were torn and bleeding, and warm liquid dripped from between her fingers onto the cold ground, but she paid no heed.

at last!

With an even louder roar and the groaning of twisting steel bars, a large section of the wall collapsed outwards.

The thick, oppressive feeling in his chest, which was about to explode, seemed to release a crack as the collapse occurred.

She stood expressionless in the ruin-like darkness, her chest heaving violently, each breath carrying the choking smell of dust.

A wave of dizziness washed over her, like a real tide.

She reached out and grabbed the iron gate to steady her swaying body.

This memory was so immersive that it felt as if I had become Qingze himself.

It was as if I had experienced all the things that Qingze had gone through.

Every struggle, every moment of sadness, every pain, every despair he experienced... was like a heavy lead weight pressing down on her heart, so heavy that it suffocated her.

A cool sensation came from my face.

She raised her hand blankly and touched it; her fingertips were wet.

She was already in tears.

She looked up at her watch to check the time. The digital watch lit up; seventy hours had passed since she arrived.

He took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it, the flame illuminating the dark space.

She looked at the cluster of firelight and sat back down on the now sunken bed.

Since it's already been 70 hours, staying for another two hours won't hurt.

She also needs time to calm down.

This memory is not very detailed; large sections are skipped.

The time skipped was meaningless to Qingze; it was just one day of tedious training.

But every single scene that appears is important to Qingze.

Ten years have passed, but he still vividly remembers the face of the policeman he killed.

No, he should be said to remember every single person he killed.

He was struggling to survive, forced to reap the lives of others, becoming an executioner he never wanted to be.

But he doesn't regret it.

Having made his choice, he must bear all the sins.

He was already aware of this when he pointed the gun at the policeman.

He is a sinner; there's no going back.

Ran Mouri now understands why Aozawa has been rejecting her.

Because he was too clear-headed, he knew perfectly well that there was no going back.

The tears flowed more and more fiercely. She covered her face and couldn't stop sobbing. Her heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

My body is dehydrated, and hunger is screaming, but none of these can compare to the sorrow welling up from the bottom of my heart.

The stories you hear are nothing compared to even a fraction of what you experience firsthand.

The emotions were too overwhelming; she was trapped inside and couldn't break free.

She suddenly felt a surge of hatred.

Why does Qingze have such a strong sense of morality?

Since we are already in darkness, why grieve for those lost souls? Why judge ourselves by the standards of the world of light?

She also hated herself.

She hated the morals and values ​​that had been with her for many years, which had shaped her life and the world.

Love clashed with morality, torn apart, almost splitting her in two.

I'm so sad.

I'm so sad I want to die...

Two hours passed quietly.

The door to the solitary confinement cell opened, and light shone in.

Ran Mouri covered her eyes with her hand, a sharp, throbbing pain shooting through her eyeballs.

So this is what it feels like to break free from a long period of darkness and see the light.

Even in such dim light, it was blindingly bright and impossible to look directly at.

In that instant, an idea uncontrollably crept into my mind:

What is she to Qingze?

Is it like this long-lost light, seemingly a salvation, but actually just an illusion?

It was so bright and so hot that getting close would only result in being burned.

So he retreated, he stopped, he was unwilling to move forward.

She closed her eyes and adjusted for a long time, but fragmented patches of light still lingered in her vision, like the indelible fragments in his memory.

After a long while, the outline of the world finally came into focus with difficulty.

After retrieving her phone, she walked to the bathroom in a daze. The icy water poured over her head, chilling her to the bone, but it finally brought a brief moment of clarity to her almost boiling nerves.

The person in the mirror had a wet white wig, with water dripping from the ends. His bloodshot eyes were stained red, even the whites of his eyes were red.

His face was horribly pale, completely devoid of color.

Those gloomy and dangerous eyes were staring back at her blankly.

Like a ghost wandering among humans.

……

“He’s gone,” Fiano said.

Dr. Payton nodded and began collecting data on the console.

"Yes. This experiment was a success."

Was it successful?

Fiano didn't sense anything, only seeing Koniak's violent outburst and pathetic crying.

"Of course, last time he woke up at the first point of intense emotional fluctuation, but this time he didn't wake up even after going through several points."

"Too."

When do you plan to continue next time?

Dr. Payton's gaze fell on the smashed solid iron bed in the monitor, and he pressed his temples.

"That depends on when my neural harmonic interferometer is fixed."

……

Ran Mouri, who had just stepped out of the confinement room, managed to swallow some food and water, temporarily suppressing her near-collapse protests.

The phone vibrates in my palm, and the screen lights up.

Almost the instant the power-on was completed, a sharp vibration pierced the silence.

Her heart skipped a beat as she watched the name flash across the screen.

Looking through the records again, there were already hundreds of missed calls, one every few minutes, a persistent number that was alarming.

A strange tension gripped her, and for a moment, she didn't know how to pick up the phone.

Qingze must be furious and worried sick...

She's so willful...

After the connection was established, both ends remained silent.

All I could hear was the faint noise of the electric current and my own breathing.

In the end, it was the other side that spoke first.

"...Are you alright?"

Ran Mouri, who had expected to speak calmly, choked up the moment she opened her mouth:

"Not good..."

The voice on the other end of the phone became a little muffled:

"Come out, I'm outside."

These few words were like a stabilizing force in a crumbling world.

The heart that had been hanging in mid-air suddenly fell to the ground.

"it is good……"

Chapter 305 So, he was already this important.

As she walked out of the base and beyond the factory grounds, she saw a black car parked by the roadside.

Inside the car, a woman with an unfamiliar face sat in the driver's seat, waiting somewhat impatiently for her to arrive.

Ran Mouri remembered this face; she used this face when she disguised herself to go to Aozawa's house that day.

She opened the back door, got in, and pulled down her hood.

As if she had finally returned to a safe place, she took off her wet wig and relaxed completely, her face showing exhaustion and sadness that she could no longer suppress.

Qingze glanced at the soaking wet wig, then swept his gaze over the somewhat bloodied and mangled knuckles of her hand, finally fixing his gaze on her swollen and red eyes, his brows furrowing tightly.

"What happened?" His voice was tense. "Why are your eyes so red from crying?"

A simple question instantly shattered the fragile dam that had just been built.

Ran Mouri covered her face with her hands, and tears once again streamed down her face through her fingers.

"I'm so sad..."

Qingze frowned deeply, wondering if the aftereffects of this confinement were too severe.

"what happened?"

Ran Mouri opened her mouth, but a sob choked her throat, preventing her from speaking.