Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The caller ID popping up on the screen made Ran Mouri frown instantly.

Bourbon? Amuro Tooru contacted Aozawa at this time?

What is he trying to do? Does he suspect that Koniak was behind this incident?

She immediately and discreetly distanced herself from Bai Yu, who was intently focused on the screen, and whispered into the hidden earpiece microphone:

"Bourbon called, should I answer?"

A clear and calm instruction immediately came through the earpiece:

"Okay. We've reached a... delicate agreement. We'll keep each other's identities secret."

"When did this happen?" Ran Mouri was instantly filled with surprise. She had no idea about it at all!

"The night before your school festival," Aozawa replied briefly.

Ran Mouri took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

When she spoke again, her voice had completely switched to Qingze's tone—cold, low, and filled with undisguised annoyance and anger at being disturbed.

“I’m really annoyed right now, Bourbon. If you keep bothering me, I’ll just go to the coffee shop another day.”

Amuro Tooru on the other end of the phone clearly sensed Koniak's coldness and extreme impatience, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Is this guy on fire? Why is he so irritable? He should be the one who's irritable right now!

Suppressing his doubts, Amuro Tooru cut to the chase, "Have you seen the news?"

"Ha." A short, sarcastic laugh came from the other end of the phone. "You think I did it? You idiot!"

Being called an idiot, Amuro Tooru's temple throbbed violently.

But this fiery rebuke actually made him feel relieved.

This proves precisely that this matter has nothing to do with Koniak.

Given Koniak's arrogant and conceited nature, if he had done it, he would have arrogantly admitted it, and might even have mocked the police's incompetence, rather than denying it.

Not Koniak! Then, the target is almost certainly Binga!

"Are you... right next to the subway tracks?" Amuro Tooru suddenly asked sharply.

He seemed to have caught the whooshing sound of a train speeding by in the background noise.

Ran Mouri felt a slight stirring in her heart, but chose not to hide it.

She didn't like Qingze being burdened with things he hadn't done for no reason.

Her voice suddenly turned cold and agitated, "Xiao Lan is on the subway. You police had better find the bomb and resolve this matter as soon as possible. If something happens to her, I'm not sure if you might do something even worse..."

After uttering this blatant and bloody threat, she hung up the phone without hesitation.

Qingze himself, who had been listening to the entire conversation through the earphones, was speechless.

What's with this feeling of "the weather is getting cold and the king is breaking up"?

He rubbed his temples. "I don't do that... Never mind..."

As the phone call ended, Amuro Tooru fell into deep thought.

Is Koniak trying to save Ran Mouri?

He was truly serious about Ran Mouri.

A mocking smile crept across his lips. So be it; the more Koniak cared about Mori Ran, the better it was for him.

The Mazda came to a stop, and he quickly boarded the waiting helicopter.

......

In a dimly lit room with the curtains drawn.

Binga sat languidly in his large chair, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, elegantly bringing it to his lips and sipping it casually.

Before him, several huge monitoring screens emitted a cold, eerie light, like several icy eyes peering into different corners.

The content on each screen is completely different:

A live surveillance video showing the perimeter of the subway tracks reveals tiny police officers, like ants, diligently conducting their investigation.

The other piece was aimed at the interior of the "death train" carriage, where passengers were methodically checking for bombs.

On the third screen, all the monitoring angles of Tokyo Sky Eye are clearly visible.

On another screen, a complex network attack interface was rapidly refreshing. He was engrossed in a deadly cat-and-mouse game with the cybersecurity department.

Watching the dots representing cybersecurity tracking on the screen futilely spinning and hitting walls in the layers of fake IP traps he had meticulously set up, Binga's lips slowly curled into an undisguised sneer.

He muttered to himself, his tone filled with condescending disdain, "Ha... cybersecurity? It's nothing special..."

He was absolutely confident that he would not be found by those so-called cyber police.

In the field of hacking, he considered himself second to none within the organization!

Moreover, with the organization's vast and advanced server resources as a springboard, the cybersecurity team can ultimately only track down the IP address of some internet cafe in some corner of the world, a smokescreen.

Moreover, they are now trapped in the labyrinth he has woven, making futile struggles...

Binga spun around in his comfortable chair, casually glancing at the police figures rushing along the tracks on the screen, a playful smile appearing on his face, as if he were watching an interesting drama.

I glanced again at the subway car where the bomb search was proceeding in a tense but orderly manner, and just as I was about to take a closer look, the camera was covered up with a piece of tape.

He frowned slightly, but didn't take it seriously.

His goal was to kill Shinichi Kudo, not to carry out a terrorist attack. He wasn't particularly concerned about what would happen on the train.

He focused his gaze on the most important screen.

That's the live monitoring footage from the Eye in the Sky observation deck.

This is the graveyard he meticulously prepared for Shinichi Kudo.

Chapter 357 Don't entrust your life to the conscience of a criminal.

The subway car was unusually noisy, but the noise wasn't from passengers crying in distress; it was from people rummaging through things, walking quickly, and talking.

Qingze used tape to block the camera along the way to prevent Binga from spying on him from behind the camera.

As the drone flew by, a smile appeared on his lips.

Having comrades-in-arms makes things so easy.

If he were alone on this subway, his first choice would be to jump off.

"A bomb! There's a bomb in this black bag!"

Someone pulled a black canvas bag from under the seat. When opened, the bright red countdown timer made one's legs go weak.

Hearing the sound, Qingze quickly parted the crowd, came to the backpack, and took the bomb out of the backpack.

The bomb was very heavy, with coils of different colored wires wrapped around it. It had a transmitter and a signal receiver, making it a remote-controlled bomb.

Qingze estimated that the explosive force was enough to kill half the people in the train car.

He was somewhat speechless.

What kind of bad luck is this?

Of all the trains on this line, it was his train that was targeted by a bomb.

However, these passengers were quite lucky; at least they didn't die.

Qingze's gaze was like the most precise probe, sweeping over the bomb casing, the exposed circuit board, and the antenna interface.

This is a rather complex bomb with multiple detonation modules.

The most important components are the signal detection module and the remote control module. Once the signal is detected to be missing, the bomb will be detonated immediately.

It's a bit complicated to disassemble.

He raised his hand to check the time.

11: 49.

"Does anyone have scissors?" he shouted.

A moment later, several pairs of scissors were handed to him.

Qingze selected the sharpest one, put the bomb back in his bag, and strode towards the last carriage at the rear of the train.

At the same time, he shouted as he walked:

"Keep searching! Send all the bombs you find to the very last carriage! After checking all the carriages, move to the carriages ahead! Get as far away from the back of the train as possible!"

Everyone watched as the girl walked away carrying a backpack containing a bomb.

The girl's attitude was clear: if she couldn't defuse the bomb, she would minimize casualties.

Tears welled up in some people's eyes, and they grabbed the girl's clothes.

"Don't dismantle it. You'll die if you cut the wrong wire. We can put all the bombs in the last carriage... Besides, Shinichi Kudo is already gone, so the bombs might not detonate."

Her daughter is about the same age, and she can't imagine how heartbroken her parents would be if something happened to her child.

Qingze sensed the person's good intentions, removed the other person's hand, and shook his head with a smile to refuse.

“I won’t entrust my life to the probability of a criminal pressing the remote control. You can’t expect a criminal to keep their promise. Now that the bomb has been found, I’m going to try to defuse it. If I’m going to die, let me die alone.”

"I'll start trying to defuse the bomb in the last 5 minutes. You guys keep searching. If any of the hidden ones aren't found, then it'll be dangerous!"

The girl's clear voice echoed through the carriage as she "tragically" walked towards the last carriage amidst the complex gazes of the crowd.

As he walked, Qingze continued to repeat what he had just said, and more and more people stared at him, some even bursting into tears.

Qingze was speechless.

Although this was a deliberate act of him going to his death, don't make it seem like he's really going to die.

Ran Mouri should really thank him; he's really boosting her reputation.

When she becomes a star, those who were saved by her will definitely become her die-hard fans.

Soon, Qingze arrived at the last carriage. Besides the bomb on his back, there was also a handbag on the floor of the last carriage, which had been found and contained another bomb.

He told everyone in the carriage to move forward, then took two bombs to the back of the carriage, sat down on the floor facing the crowd staring at him from the carriage connection.

Soon, the third bomb was delivered.

The last carriage was completely emptied, leaving only Qingze and the three bombs that exuded an aura of death.

Panicked crowds thronged the connecting passageway near the rear of the vehicle.

Everyone craned their necks, looking through the several meters and the not-so-wide connecting passageway at that solitary figure deep inside the last carriage.

The cold, incandescent lights in the carriage outlined the girl's slender yet unusually upright figure.

She sat on the cold, icy floor, three bombs surrounding her. She studied the bombs, her beautiful profile showing focused concentration.

Despite the imminent threat of death, she seemed oblivious, standing firm like a rock in the wind and snow.

A mixture of fear, shock, and an indescribable sense of awe gripped everyone.

Many people took out their phones to film and record the girl meticulously defusing the bomb.

Many people realized that they would probably never forget this scene for the rest of their lives.

Beside the tracks, Bai Yu closed her sore eyes and rubbed her temples.

The intense screening process, which lasted for more than ten minutes, left her eyes and brain extremely exhausted.

Fortunately, the investigation is complete.

"How is it?" Ran Mouri asked.

Bai Yu opened her bloodshot eyes and revealed a relaxed smile.

"The search is complete; there are no bombs on the tracks."

Ran Mouri visibly radiated joy.

The most dangerous situation has been ruled out; now only Qingze's side remains.

"Did you hear that? There are no bombs on the track!"

"I heard you," Qingze replied briefly while defusing the bomb.