Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Yukiko Kudo could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face like pearls from a broken string.

Shinichi didn't want her to take risks, but could she really bear to watch her own flesh and blood walk towards that obvious, meticulously arranged execution ground?

The suppressed, broken sobs of his wife in the back seat were like dull knives, cutting into Kudo Yusaku's heart piece by piece.

They also have an option: not to go.

But this option never existed in the first place.

He knew his son's character better than anyone else, and he knew even more deeply that behind this lay tens of thousands of precious human lives!

Kudo Yusaku took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his chest.

"Shinichi, take your medicine, change your clothes, and pack your things. We're not unprepared for this situation."

He envisioned many ways Binga could retaliate, including but not limited to a media campaign, having Shinichi's classmates and friends kidnapped to force him to show himself, or targeting him and Yukiko...

He had even considered more ruthless scenarios, such as threatening Shinichi's appearance with the lives of the masses, or even exposing Shinichi's identity...

He had contingency plans for all of these.

He had been waiting for Binga to make his move so that he could achieve his goal of completely destroying the identity of "Shinichi Kudo".

Only such a death would let everyone know that Shinichi Kudo is dead, and then all the attention focused on Shinichi Kudo would completely disappear.

In this way, the identity of Conan Edogawa can truly be kept under wraps, allowing him to rest easy.

However, correspondingly.

The risks involved are enormous; no one knows whether a "fake death" will turn into a real death.

No matter how much protective gear they put on, their heads can't withstand sniper bullets, and their flesh and blood can't withstand the flames of an explosion.

No one can say for sure what methods Binga will use to kill Shinichi.

Don't overestimate an assassin's limits; they have countless ways to kill someone.

Therefore, he had been trying to postpone the arrival of this day.

Because there is a very high chance that he will lose his son forever.

Shuichi Akai glanced at the navigation and offered a reminder:

"We're on the shortest route now, and the road conditions are good. But according to the navigation, the section near the Eye of the Sky will become congested, and you'll have to get there on your own then."

He gripped the steering wheel with both hands and accelerated to 100 km/h in the bustling city center, trying his best to shorten the distance to his destination.

The timeframe for this "invitation" is far too short; rushing there within the time limit would take up all of your time.

Binga deliberately left so little time to prevent the FBI from providing any assistance in this matter.

No one knows what kind of trap Binga set there.

Shinichi Kudo can only rely on himself.

Conan hummed in agreement, opened the medicine box, and looked at the single red and blue capsule inside.

During the last school trip, Haibara gave out three antidotes, and now there's only this last one left.

Once he takes this pill, he cannot take any more until the final antidote is developed. Otherwise, once his body develops a certain level of drug tolerance, even the real antidote will be useless to him.

I wanted to change back to see Xiaolan before, but now Xiaolan has a new boyfriend, and I haven't seen this medicine in a long time.

Using it here now wouldn't be a waste.

He swallowed the medicine with water, and in an instant, he was overwhelmed by excruciating pain as if his cells were being torn apart. His body convulsed violently, swelled, and rapidly elongated in agony.

White smoke billowed up from his body like steam.

Before long, his clothes were torn, and he had grown from a child into a high school student.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Shinichi Kudo put on his bulletproof vest, then picked up the clothes he always kept in his car and put them on as well.

This is a thick cotton-padded coat and trousers set, which is quite heavy, and the outer material is somewhat special.

This is a special material that Dr. Agasa has been developing day and night. It is fireproof, impact-resistant, and heat-resistant, and can withstand the damage from some small explosions. However, it is very expensive and has very low versatility, so only one set was made.

There was also a large skateboard specially made by Dr. Agasa, and enhanced leg strength shoes.

These power-enhancing shoes not only increase kicking power but also improve jumping ability, allowing you to leap three meters high. They also increase running speed, making them an escape tool when necessary.

With his existing glasses, soccer belt, and watch, he was fully equipped.

It was 11:40, only 20 minutes until noon.

Chapter 352 That was a very terrifying organization

Professor Agasa's Beetle had fallen behind them. Knowing he couldn't catch up, Professor Agasa simply stopped and looked out the window at the subway cars speeding past between the buildings.

His eyes were filled with heavy worry and heartache.

The lives of tens of thousands of people rest on Shinichi's shoulders.

At the age of 17, he was shouldering far too much.

Ai Haibara sat in the passenger seat, her face pale, as if she would shatter at the slightest touch.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her soft palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks of blood, but she felt no pain at all.

This blatant trolley problem, which puts tens of thousands of people hostage and forces one person to their death, creates a suffocating sense of despair.

She couldn't even bring herself to say a word of dissuasion.

A deep, cold sense of powerlessness, like the biting wind carrying ice shards that howled through her bones during a long polar winter night, chilled her to the bone.

This is what an organization is like.

They know best how to inflict pain and despair.

......

Megure Juzo was in a great hurry.

How similar is this criminal warning letter to the Dongdu Circular Line bombing crisis?

But it was more serious than that time. That time, there were only three trains running on the loop line, but this time there were a full eight!

Based on the number of subway passengers during this time period, it is estimated that there are at least tens of thousands of people!

This is a very serious matter. Most of the top officials of the Metropolitan Police Department are gathered in the conference room. The rank of inspector is only considered low-level among them.

This meeting, which is usually quite complicated, was unusually simple and got straight to the point.

He was asked to contact Shinichi Kudo.

The reason for contacting Shinichi Kudo is self-evident.

When faced with the trolley problem, most people chose the option that required less sacrifice.

In the quiet conference room, the only sounds were Inspector Megure dialing a phone and the hands-free phone in his hand.

The dialed number remained switched off, and some of the higher-ups looked rather displeased.

They subconsciously believed that this was Shinichi Kudo's way of escaping.

After all, in some people's eyes, Shinichi Kudo may have mysteriously disappeared, but in the eyes of the police, Shinichi Kudo is alive and well, and will even help them solve cases from time to time.

Fortunately, the call went through.

"Hello?" Shinichi Kudo's voice came through.

Inspector Megure felt as if the gazes of everyone were pressing down on him like a mountain.

No one offered to let Shinichi Kudo go, but they gestured with their eyes, indicating that he, the person most familiar with Shinichi Kudo, should be the villain.

"Brother Kudo, are you aware that the criminal invited you?"

Megure Juzo straightened his back, his voice tense and urgent.

Knowing the purpose of Inspector Megure's call, Shinichi Kudo took the initiative to go:

"Inspector Megure, I understand. I'm on my way there now, and I'll do everything I can to resolve this!"

Because he had just recovered, Shinichi Kudo's voice still sounded weak, but his words were strong and clear, which relieved many people.

Megure Juzo unconsciously tightened his grip on his phone, and feeling the relaxed gazes of the people around him, his face darkened as if it were about to drip water.

The mountain on my body has been removed, but the mountain in my heart has pressed down heavily.

He took a deep breath, putting his career and future out of his mind, and forcefully spoke his heart out into the phone.

"Brother Kudo, you mustn't go!"

He has been a police inspector for almost ten years. For someone like him who has worked his way up from the bottom, his promotion has reached its limit.

He knew that many people in the Metropolitan Police Department were inclined to have Shinichi Kudo follow the terms of the criminal invitation in order to protect public safety.

However, this behavior was too cowardly, making the police seem completely incompetent, as they even needed a high school student to save the people!

If Shinichi Kudo were a policeman, then needless to say, he would have no objection to sending Shinichi Kudo.

But Shinichi Kudo is just a high school student and is not yet an adult!

He's still a child!

This invitation is a blatant death trap, asking a child to sacrifice himself to save the masses—Megure could never do that!

No matter how smart or famous Shinichi Kudo is, he is still a child who needs to be protected!

He was blind and could not accept that he had gone against his own conscience and principles!

Even if saying this would mean he would never be promoted again in his lifetime.

But he will speak, he will still speak.

"Kudo, this is very dangerous. If you go, you'll die. We, the police, are already trying to find a solution; we'll definitely find one..."

Hearing Inspector Megure's urgent plea for him to stay, Shinichi Kudo felt a surge of warmth welling up in his heart, hot and comforting.

“Inspector Megure, my mind is made up. The person behind this is after me. If I don't show myself, this will happen again…”

Hearing Shinichi Kudo's calm yet resolute words, Inspector Megure took a deep breath, knowing that the situation was beyond redemption.

"Kudo, all the top officials of the Metropolitan Police Department are here now. Tell me, what organization is targeting you, forcing you to go into hiding... and who is the mastermind behind this scheme!"

There is no better opportunity than this.

If Shinichi Kudo doesn't speak up now, nobody knows if he'll ever have the chance to.

Upon hearing this, Shinichi smiled.

Inspector Megure is still Inspector Megure.

Having consistently concealed his presence from the public eye, how could Inspector Megure not have suspected anything?

It's time to let the police know about that organization.

"They are a very dangerous organization, codenamed after alcohol, and have committed numerous bombings and murders. They were responsible for several of the previous killings of members of parliament..."

"The codenames I know include Gin, Vodka, Binga, Chianti, Cohen, Vermouth, Koniak..."

"Besides Japan, they also have influence in other countries."

"The shooting at Tokyo Tower, the bombing of the Ferris wheel, and the deployment of armed helicopters were all done by Gin and his men..."

The more they listened, the more astonished the high-ranking officers of the Metropolitan Police Department became.

When did Japan develop such a terrifying, lurking organization?

Those horrific, terrorist-like atrocities were all committed by that organization?

There were even armed helicopters?

Is this definitely not a force secretly cultivated by the United States?

Those who learned of the organization's existence for the first time whispered among themselves, while others remained silent.

"In the case of the Fukuda family in Kyoto, the long-haired man who made the move was Gin."

Kuroda Hyoue clasped his hands together and voluntarily revealed this information that no one else knew.

He is the superior of Rei Furuya, who is using the alias Tooru Amuro.

On the surface, he is the superintendent of the First Investigation Division, but in reality, he is also the liaison for the undercover police officers.

Therefore, he knew the most about that organization.