Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Chapter 353: Regarding Gin, legal procedures must be followed.

"That's Gin?" Most people know about this case; the Fukuda family made quite a fuss about it back then.

The Fukuda family members are still in detention, awaiting a public trial.

Life in the detention center was tough. Many people who had been cheated by the Fukuda family specifically requested "special treatment" for Fukuda Shin. Those days were much harder to endure than in prison. Now, Fukuda Shin was just hoping for a public trial so he could get to prison as soon as possible.

Shinichi Kudo also heard what Supervisor Kuroda said, and he was startled.

He remembered that it was a commission that Qingze posted on the dark web, and it was actually Gin who accepted it. How much did Qingze spend?

"Speaking of which, why was the arrest warrant for Gin withdrawn?" someone asked.

Inspector Megure was also thinking about this problem.

I didn't know before that the prisoner in the Fukuda family was Gin, but now that I do, I suddenly find out that the arrest warrant for him has been revoked.

Does this mean that there is also a protective umbrella for that organization within the police force?

Someone volunteered, "That was originally a provisional arrest warrant. Our chain of evidence is too weak to meet the standards for issuing a formal arrest warrant. Inspector Moroboshi also said that we cannot make an exception for the Fukuda family..."

Instantly, everyone present looked at Toshio Moroboshi, including Superintendent General Hakuba, who held the highest position.

Moroboshi Toshio's hands and feet were ice-cold, and he was covered in cold sweat.

A high-ranking official familiar with the legal process spoke up and helped Zhuxing out of the predicament.

“I also know about the case in Kyoto. Gin and that unknown woman didn’t leave any fingerprints, hair, or footprints, and the crime they committed didn’t meet the criteria for issuing an arrest warrant. It would be rejected by the court directly. The previous provisional arrest warrant was already an exception for the Fukuda family…”

"So, even if we know Gin has committed numerous crimes, there's still nothing we can do in the legal process?" Toshiro Odagiri looked intently at the police chief who had spoken.

"Even we have to follow legal procedures..."

The sound from the Metropolitan Police Department came through the earpiece, making Conan's heart sink slightly.

Even the police are often subject to various legal procedures.

Unless police witness members of the organization committing crimes on the spot, they can only keep the organization under surveillance within the Metropolitan Police Department, and cannot take further action.

But having any attention is enough.

At least, with the Metropolitan Police Department watching, Gin will have to think twice before he dares to show up so openly again.

But that's a matter for later; the immediate priority is the threat at hand.

Yusaku Kudo took his son's phone. "Inspector Megure, this is Yusaku Kudo. Please listen to what I have to say..."

......

Let's rewind five minutes.

The subway car where Qingze was located was in chaos.

Chaos ensued on the subway when the death invitation to Shinichi Kudo appeared on the subway's onboard television.

Nobody's a fool; the letter was even somewhat blunt.

"A bomb? There's a bomb on the train?!"

A mother holding her child screamed, and the baby in her arms cried loudly in fright.

"If Shinichi Kudo doesn't arrive before noon, are we going to die...?"

The young office worker was pale, gripping the handrail tightly with both hands until his knuckles turned white.

"Mom! I'm scared!"

The child didn't know what was happening, but sensed the oppressive and desperate atmosphere around him, and started crying in fear.

"Who did this! A madman! A madman!" The middle-aged man angrily pounded on the wall, his eyes bloodshot.

"Shinichi Kudo! Shinichi Kudo will appear! He will save us!" someone cried out as if grasping at a straw.

Some people scoffed, "Isn't Shinichi Kudo dead? How can a dead man save us?"

"Didn't the news say that Shinichi Kudo didn't die?"

"Who knows if the news is true or false. Even if he didn't die, would he be willing to sacrifice himself to save us? And even if he was, what if he missed the deadline?"

Desperate sobs, uncontrollable shouts, rapid breathing, and struggles intertwined, the air seeming to solidify into a heavy lead weight, making it hard to breathe.

Fear, like a tangible poisonous fog, permeated and fermented in the carriage, threatening to engulf everyone.

Qingze stood in the middle of the swaying carriage, calmly watching everything unfold.

The sound of Ran Mouri driving was coming from the other end of the earphone; she was riding a motorcycle in pursuit of speed.

He glanced at the time: 11:35.

Five minutes have passed; everyone in the carriage should know what happened by now.

The next second, he nimbly stepped onto the seat and stood on the high place.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The crisp sound of clapping, with a strange penetrating power, instantly drowned out some of the noise.

The girl stood tall and straight like a bamboo shoot, her beautiful eyes now filled with extreme seriousness and calmness, her back ramrod straight, instantly attracting the attention of most people.

"Quiet down, everyone! Listen to me!"

Her voice clearly reached the ears of everyone nearby, her powerful aura carrying an undeniable firmness that subconsciously silenced them in response to her words.

"I am the daughter of the famous detective Kogoro Mouri."

Start with a single sentence, clearly stating your identity.

Only by having a legitimate identity can one gain basic trust.

All eyes in the carriage turned to look at them.

"As you all know, the train has been bombed. I will defuse it."

Without a single wasted word, the girl's voice was steady and powerful, like a shot of adrenaline.

Like drowning people seeing driftwood, in the chaotic carriage, beams of hope, doubt, and pleading eyes all focused on the girl standing on the seat.

"Don't put your life on someone else's shoulders. For our own lives, we must act immediately and find the bomb!"

He issued instructions quickly, his words concise and clear:

"First! Everyone, immediately check your personal belongings, backpacks, and handbags! See if anyone has secretly put anything else inside!"

"Second! After checking the luggage, immediately check our carriage! Pay special attention to under the seats, corners of the luggage racks, carriage connections, air vents... anywhere you can hide something!"

"Third! Those without luggage or who have not been checked, immediately go to other carriages and convey our current situation and action requirements!"

Tell everyone, fifteen minutes! Find the bomb within fifteen minutes, or we'll all die if it explodes!

"But... what if the bomb was planted on the tracks? There's no use looking for it on the train then!"

Some people have already taken action. A bespectacled man, his voice trembling, questioned, expressing the fear that was swirling in the hearts of many.

Qingze's expression remained unchanged, and the girl's voice was still calm and steady, carrying a sense of confidence in controlling the situation.

"I have just contacted the police, and the train is now slowing down within a safe range. The police will search the track area that the train is about to pass through as quickly as possible; they are in charge of handling the track bombs."

"But the bomb in the car can only be dealt with by ourselves!"

"Time is running out. This concerns the lives of every one of us. Everyone, act immediately! Spread the word! Check the carriages!"

The crowd's will to survive was ignited, and they sprang into action.

"Quick! Check the bag!"

"Let's go to the front carriages and inform them!"

"Look under the seat! Look under the seat!"

"Luggage racks! Look closely at the luggage racks!"

The weeping mother wiped away her tears and quickly searched for the stroller; the angry man stopped hitting the child and crouched down to check the gaps in the seat; the young commuter took a deep breath, turned around, and rushed to the next carriage, shouting as he ran:

"Someone knows how to defuse bombs! Everyone, quickly check the luggage and carriages! Look for the bomb! Hurry!"

Qingze watched the crowd mobilize to save themselves, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

That's how it should be.

Don't wait for a savior to descend from heaven; learn to find your own way in life.

Chapter 354 Rum won't have any objections

Listening to the voices and actions on the other end of the earphone, Ran Mouri's heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, seemed to be gently supported by an invisible yet steady hand, and slowly calmed down.

As expected of Qingze.

With him around, even in the most dangerous situations, people feel safe and secure.

She has already contacted Bai Yu by phone.

At this moment, Bai Yu was already waiting anxiously downstairs.

The motorcycle came to a precise stop in front of her, like a black whirlwind. Ran Mouri didn't even take off her helmet; she simply waved her hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Yu nimbly straddled the back seat, gripping his clothes tightly with both hands. As soon as she was settled, the engine roared up again, and the motorcycle shot off like an arrow, tearing through the air.

The strong, cold wind blew in my face like countless icy blades.

Bai Yu sat in the back seat, her brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep knot.

She didn't actually know about the news on TV because she didn't watch TV at all.

The phone call informing her that something had happened was like a bucket of ice water being poured over her head.

When he learned that Ran Mouri was on the train that was most likely to be bombed, a chill ran down his spine and up to his head!

Rescue plans flashed uncontrollably through my mind: break a window? Jump off the train? Disrupt the train? ...

However, every proposed solution seemed to hit an invisible iron wall, ultimately pointing to the same harsh reality:

Either way, it's almost impossible to avoid Ran Mouri getting hurt.

After all, it was a steel behemoth speeding along the tracks, surrounded by open or obstructed track areas, making it impossible to drive a car parallel to it and create a safe escape window for Ran Mouri.

A sense of oppression, like cold vines, coiled around her heart.

This made her unable to suppress the murderous intent she felt towards the person behind the scenes.

"Is it enough to just check for bombs on the tracks?" Bai Yu's voice was muffled by the wind, but it was filled with deep worry. "What if... the bomb is planted under the train?"

She had to consider this worst-case scenario, the most deadly possibility.

"It's not under the car." The young man's voice, coming from inside the helmet, was unusually calm and confident.

Ran Mouri herself has also thought about this issue.

After the initial tension subsided, she forced herself to calm down and carefully analyzed Binga's purpose and methods.

First and foremost, Binga has only one core objective: to kill Shinichi Kudo.

He used the lives of tens of thousands of passengers as a bargaining chip, simply to force Shinichi Kudo to show himself, rather than to create a purely horrific explosion.

Secondly, assuming the bomb is indeed installed under the train... that would be almost equivalent to the bomb being impossible to defused.

Because the environment under the vehicle is extremely hidden and difficult to access, the possibility of dismantling it while it is in motion is virtually zero.

This completely contradicts Binga's fundamental purpose of using controlled threats to force Shinichi to appear.

Finally, and most importantly: if such a horrific train explosion were to occur, causing immense casualties, the severity and audacity of this heinous incident would ignite the police's fury.

They will spare no effort and resources to dig deep and find the mastermind behind this.

This was extremely disadvantageous and foolish for Binga, who only wanted revenge and needed to hide his whereabouts.

"It seems... you already know who did it?" Bai Yu's voice came from behind, carrying a hint of understanding.

"Binga".

The voice from ahead uttered the name, its calmness carrying a hint of sharpness, "He suffered a terrible defeat at the hands of Shinichi Kudo before, almost dying. This is his meticulously planned revenge."

"He caused such a commotion... Doesn't Rum have any objections?"

Bai Yu was puzzled, but her brows remained furrowed.