Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

With the computer hanging up, Qingze stood up and stretched.

I feel really sleepy.

"Do you want to sleep in the master bedroom?" Ran Mouri asked somewhat awkwardly.

Qingze glanced at her sideways, "If I don't sleep in the master bedroom, am I supposed to sleep in the guest bedroom?"

"I haven't changed the sheets yet..." Ran Mouri's eyes darted around, looking a little guilty.

Actually, it has already been changed.

However, some things, once done, leave you feeling guilty.

Qingze lowered his eyes and glanced at her silently, then turned and went upstairs under Ran Mouri's increasingly guilty gaze.

"I'll sleep in the guest room."

Seeing that Qingze had left and hadn't teased her about it, Ran Mouri breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed.

She glanced at the computer, turned off the light, went upstairs to wash up and go to bed.

……

Binga walked to the computer with a cup of hand-ground coffee and sat down.

I logged into a one-time email account that I had created after setting up several VPNs.

He found a new email in his inbox, and when he opened it, he saw the photo in the email.

The photo is dimly lit, showing a blood-soaked corpse in a cave, illuminated by the diffused light of a dim flashlight.

The body had many bullet holes, and blood stained the clothes and the ground red.

He saw the corpse's face clearly.

Kogoro Mori.

He smiled with satisfaction.

"Hmph, it's still not quite right if you don't do it yourself."

So what if he's a famous detective?

You'll still fall for it eventually.

It was worth it for him to specifically choose a group of assassins known for their cautious and reliable methods.

Four people can kill one person. No matter how skilled Kogoro Mouri is, it doesn't matter.

Flesh and blood can't withstand the muzzle of a gun.

Now Kogoro Mouri is dead, and he died quietly alone in the mountains.

The next step is to eliminate these killers.

He tapped his fingers on the keyboard and sent a reply.

I will place the remaining payment next to utility pole number 322 at 401 Tokyo Metropolitan Road before midnight tomorrow.

In addition, a plan to kill Shinichi Kudo can also be arranged simultaneously.

He picked up his phone and made a call.

"Chianti, is the device I asked you to install installed?"

Chapter 349 A Terrible Trap

Sunlight streamed into the hospital room through the gaps in the curtains, and Kogoro Mouri, who had been woken up, frowned.

The anesthesia had worn off, and he felt a throbbing pain in his wound.

The pain from the wound and the noise of conversation were incredibly irritating.

He sat up, looking displeased.

"Can't a person get some sleep this early in the morning?"

The ward fell silent, and several pairs of eyes turned to him.

"Honey, you're awake." Eri Kisaki walked to the bedside and handed him a glass of water.

Kogoro Mouri took the water and looked at the people in the ward.

Besides Eri, the ward also contained Conan, Professor Agasa, Professor Agasa's children, Conan's parents in disguise, Inspector Megure, and Subaru Okiya.

Kogoro Mouri's eyes drooped into crescent shapes. With so many people, no wonder it's so noisy.

All eyes in the room were on Kogoro Mouri, filled with polite, apologetic, and worried expressions.

Kogoro Mouri found it a bit annoying to be stared at like that. He looked around but didn't see his daughter.

"Where's Xiaolan?"

"I'll take care of you here, that's enough. I've sent Xiaolan home. Does your wound hurt? Do you want some painkillers?"

"Is it okay for Ran to be home alone?" Kogoro Mouri frowned, looking worried.

"It's okay. I just called her and she said she's making lunch and will bring it over later."

As Eri Kisaki spoke, she squeezed out the painkillers from the medicine box and handed them over.

"Brother Mori, we've interrogated that assassin," Inspector Megure said.

The commotion just now was because of this issue.

Kogoro Mori quickly swallowed the medicine with water and his spirits lifted.

"Who are they?!"

"It's an assassin organization that takes on jobs on the dark web. Someone contacted them and wants to kill you..."

"Isn't he from that organization related to alcohol?"

Kogoro Mouri was a little confused.

Besides this organization, who else wants to kill him?

When did he offend someone to the point that someone wanted to kill him?

Inspector Megure shook his head. "We've interrogated them too. They've heard of that organization, but they're not members of it."

They really wanted to join that organization, and their words implied a strong longing for it.

However, it did teach them a few code names.

"Brother Mori, I'm relieved to see you're alright. I have other things to do, so I'll be going now."

"Thank you for your help, Inspector Megure."

After Inspector Megure left, the ward became noisy again.

Conan's family came over to check on Kogoro Mouri. When Kogoro saw Conan, he punched him on the head without any regard for his parents.

"I almost died of pain on the operating table because of the strong resistance to the anesthesia!"

Conan was initially a little aggrieved at being suddenly hit, but after hearing these words and taking the solid punch, he didn't dare to utter a sound.

The Kudo couple stood there dumbfounded, not daring to speak, while Professor Agasa guiltily walked to a corner.

Eri Kisaki looked at the Kudo family with reproach in her eyes, but didn't say anything directly.

The Kudo family has connections and influence, and you never know when you might need to rely on them, so you have to maintain some semblance of adult dignity.

Let them know the consequences of their son's actions, and they will weigh for themselves how much they owe their family.

Ai Haibara glanced at Conan, who was looking down, then turned to look out the window.

There was no sun today; the sky was overcast, and the thick clouds, though clearly visible in the sky, seemed to weigh heavily on my heart.

She sometimes felt that this great detective was quite contradictory.

Does he not know that excessive use of anesthetic injections can lead to drug resistance?

With his knowledge base, he absolutely knew.

But when he needs to deduce, he can act without hesitation, as if he has forgotten this point.

It can only be said that humans are contradictory beings.

Just like her...

For her own sake and that of her sister, she had also indirectly acted as an executioner.

She suddenly felt a sense of oppression, as if the organization's dark cloud had once again descended upon her, or as if it had always been overhead, never moving away.

She felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.

While dealing with the Kudo family's warm greetings, Kogoro Mouri picked up the remote and turned on the television on the wall.

Rather than listening to meaningless pleasantries, I'd rather watch TV.

After switching channels several times without finding them interesting, he idly switched to the news channel.

The news channel was broadcasting everyday news when suddenly the TV froze for a moment.

The original news footage suddenly turned into a blood-red mess, with lines of text rapidly appearing on it.

[To Shinichi Kudo:]

The offering from hell has boarded the never-ending Beika-Shibuya Line train. You are cordially invited to attend this blood-soaked one-act play.

If you question the sincerity of this agreement—

As the bell tolls, the long needle will melt into crimson iron tears, falling upon the mortal world of ants!

Before the midday sun pierces the eye of heaven, step into the court of judgment where gears mesh.

Under the twelve rays of light, witness the true face of the gift from hell.

Warning: When the wheel speed drops below 50 km/h, the death knell is about to toll!

—If you are absent, the midday bells will turn into Tokyo's lament.

On the television screen, the background color, like congealed blood, and the pitch-black declaration text pulsed silently.

The air in the ward seemed to freeze instantly.

One minute later.

As if it had appeared abruptly, the blood and text on the screen vanished instantly. The scene switched to a live view of the Beika Clock Tower.

It is the location mentioned in the notice.

The camera zooms in, focusing on the huge clock face.

You can clearly see that the hour, minute, and second hands are melting, the entire dial is burning, the metal is twisting and melting under some incredible high temperature, and the red-hot molten iron is flowing down, like hot blood and tears flowing from a clock tower.

The TV station seemed to realize what was happening, and the footage was abruptly cut off. The news anchor who reappeared on the screen was pale and incoherent. The broadcast was quickly cut to commercials.

The deathly silence in the ward was broken.

Ai Haibara noticed the time.

11:31 minutes.

Kogoro Mouri gripped the remote control tightly, his knuckles turning white. He stared at the screen, forgetting even the pain from his wound.

"You bastard! This is intimidation! Blatant intimidation! Threatening the lives of everyone on the train! How arrogant, how despicable!"

It must be that organization. They're so arrogant and unscrupulous. He can't think of anyone else but that organization that uses alcohol as its code name!

Eri Kisaki's expression was also extremely solemn, her gaze behind her glasses as sharp as a knife.

"This is no joke, they really did it."

The people behind the scenes have used the clock tower to prove the authenticity of the invitation.

This means that if Shinichi Kudo does not appear as he requests, the subway line from Beika to Shibuya will explode!

"It seems like there's a train every 5-10 minutes on this subway line, meaning there are currently 8-10 trains running on the tracks at the same time. Did they plant the bomb in one of the trains, or in all of them?"

They can't stop, which means the police can't get on the vehicle to conduct investigations.

If the bomb was planted on the tracks, even if the trains slowed down, the capacity of ten trains wouldn't allow the police much time to search the railway.

This situation is simply unsolvable!