Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"How are things on your end?" Ran Mouri asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, it's a minor issue."

As a bomb expert, Qingze has made many types of bombs: timed, remote-controlled, thrown, and detonated by specific objects.

He cut the last thread and glanced at the time.

11: 56.

Shinichi Kudo arrived at the foot of the Tokyo Sky Dome building on his skateboard and looked up at the building.

This is a 200-meter-tall building. The glass curtain wall of the "Eye of the Sky" refracts the sunlight that leaks through the dark clouds into a dazzling white light, like the open pupil of a giant god.

Today, the Eye in the Sky is under repair and maintenance and is not open to tourists. The police had already communicated with the staff inside in advance to disperse them, so there was no one inside at the moment.

Shinichi Kudo ran into the building with his skateboard in his arms and took the elevator directly to the observation deck on the top floor.

The observation deck on the top floor is enclosed by a semi-circular glass wall, and the sunlight reflects off the glass, casting a beautiful rainbow halo on the ground.

In the center of the dome, there is a spherical 360-degree surveillance camera.

There was no one there, and a special device was placed at the edge.

He stepped toward the table, and suddenly his pupils contracted sharply.

On another building 400 meters away, a sniper scope gleamed.

He quickly adjusted his glasses to the telephoto mode and saw the person crouching on the top of the building, holding a sniper rifle.

Chianti!

Chapter 358 Shinichi Kudo, what do you mean by this!

Shinichi Kudo took out his phone, intending to contact Shuichi Akai.

This is an excellent opportunity to capture Chianti!

But there was no signal.

Once he entered the building, the signal was completely cut off, including the listening device on his body.

With a serious expression, he put his phone back in his pocket and walked towards the special device.

This is a device that looks a lot like a lectern, with a screen mounted at a 45-degree angle, displaying a red countdown.

There was also an old-fashioned digital keypad telephone next to it.

Standing in front of the screen, with his back to the sniper rifle, he picked up the microphone.

The call was connected; it wasn't busy.

Ignoring the sniper rifle aimed at him from behind, Shinichi Kudo spoke directly:

"I have come as you requested."

"Shinichi Kudo, do you like it here?" A male voice, almost distorted with excitement, rang out, filled with undisguised malice.

"What a beautiful cemetery, worthy of your 'heroic' end, isn't it!"

Shinichi Kudo had never heard this voice before, but his intuition told him that it must be Binga.

"who are you?"

You can call me Binga.

"Risa Yada!"

"Yes, I didn't expect you guys to find out so early. If it weren't for Rum, I probably would have been in big trouble that day."

"Rum? Is he another member of your organization?"

"Shinichi Kudo, you truly live up to your reputation as a detective; even at a time like this, you don't forget to gather information."

Binga lit a cigar with great interest, his voice full of mockery.

"Tell me, how much have you found out about our organization? Maybe I can tell you some information so you can die knowing the truth."

"It's just that I know a few code names."

What did you learn?

"Gin, vodka, Vermouth, bourbon, Cohen, Chianti, Kognac, and you."

"You know quite a lot of people, but I'm a little surprised that you know about Koniak."

Shinichi Kudo's heart skipped a beat. "Why are you so surprised that I know about him?"

Is Koniak's identity special?

Binga smiled with interest. "Heh, have you met him?"

"No."

"No..." Binga's voice immediately turned disappointed.

If you haven't seen it, then it's meaningless.

Shinichi Kudo keenly realized something and immediately became alert.

"He's right beside me?"

"By your side? I'm quite curious, where exactly were you hiding before?"

"No comment!"

"Then I have nothing to say."

Shinichi Kudo glanced at the time; it was already 11:58, with only two minutes left until noon.

Binga wouldn't reveal any information, so there was no need for him to test the waters any further.

"I've done as you asked, now you should tell me where the bomb is hidden!"

What's the rush?

Binga's voice regained that chilling pleasure, "Let's play a little game."

"See the installation in front of you? It's full of surprises and will present the most exciting fireworks show at 12 o'clock sharp."

"And this screen in front of you is connected to the detonation program for the subway bomb. In the last three seconds before the explosion, it will mercifully display the train number and exact location of the bomb..."

"If you press the stop button at the last second, the people in the subway will be saved."

"certainly……"

Binga abruptly changed the subject, his tone becoming devilishly seductive, "You can also choose to turn around and leave now. I guarantee you can leave here."

Shinichi Kudo clenched his teeth.

How vicious! Absolutely vicious!

What do you mean by leaving?

Leaving in death is also a form of leaving; he had no other choice at all!

"Alright, you have one more minute, so say goodbye to your family and friends properly!"

Binga's voice tolled like a death knell, "Goodbye... to your world!"

The phone was abruptly disconnected, leaving only the busy tone ringing in the dead silence.

The scarlet countdown ticked silently on the screen, like a concrete representation of life slipping away.

Shinichi Kudo stared at the ever-decreasing numbers, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The bomb can only be defused at the last second, it seems... I'm doomed today.

He had long been prepared for death.

Seeing the score jump to 59, he took a deep breath and pressed the number he already knew by heart.

The parents have already said goodbye.

The most important person left is her...

Qingze stood by the car window, looking in the direction of the Eye of the Sky.

Because of the distance, it wasn't very clear.

He was waiting for the explosion there, and also for a phone call.

To be precise, it was Ran Mouri who was waiting.

If this were the last minute of Shinichi Kudo's life, she would want to hear Shinichi Kudo say goodbye.

Aozawa also wanted to see if Shinichi Kudo would call out.

After all, if the protagonist were to have a farewell before dying, it would definitely be a call to the female lead.

He, a person who never takes the subway, got on the subway, and it just so happened to be the one carrying the bomb.

The fate of the entire train rests on the protagonist's shoulders.

It's as if the invisible hand of fate has bound the male and female protagonists together in the same event.

However, fate is not immutable.

Just like those three bombs that he had already defused, there was absolutely no chance they could be detonated again.

Just like the male and female protagonists have already gone their separate ways.

Will the protagonist die this time?

Qingze was somewhat looking forward to the answer.

The call came in as he expected. Qingze turned on speakerphone so that Ran Mouri on the other end of the line could also hear it.

He was the only one in the entire carriage at the time, so he didn't have to worry about being overheard by others.

"Ran..." Shinichi Kudo tried to make his voice light and cheerful, but he couldn't hide his deep hoarseness and trembling.

"Shinichi..." Aozawa's voice was filled with worry as he quickly got into the zone.

“We’ve known each other for so many years, from kindergarten to now. We grew up together, went to the same school, were in the same class, and we’ve hardly ever been apart.”

He chuckled at this point, followed by a deep self-deprecation.

"The time since I moved out of your house has probably been the longest I've been away from you..."

Qingze originally wanted to act out a sad scene, but he couldn't continue acting because of what he heard.

Shinichi Kudo, what do you mean?

What do you mean!

Hearing the silence on the other end, Shinichi Kudo gave a bitter smile.

Is Xiaolan still angry with him?

So I haven't messaged him.

He didn't know why, even though he should have known about the side effects of the anesthetic injection, it was as if this awareness was blocked by something every time he used it.

All I wanted to do was to anesthetize my uncle as soon as possible and solve the case.

Only then did he belatedly realize how many selfish and foolish things he had done.

"I deeply regret doing so many things that hurt you without realizing it. Those were not my intentions. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry to say goodbye to you. Xiaolan, you must be happy and become the person you want to be, do the things you want to do."

"If you can, don't forget me..."

Chapter 359 Miss Lan, is she dead?

Aoze could clearly hear Ran Mouri's sobs coming through the earphones, which she was trying to suppress but couldn't completely stop.

His eyes turned cold, and with lightning speed, he pulled out a voice changer, pushed it with his thumb, and switched back to his cold, hard voice, mercilessly cutting off Shinichi Kudo's tender farewell.

"We are on the subway. All three bombs on the train have been found and defused."

"If someone threatens you with this, you can choose not to accept the threat."

His tone was direct and carried a hint of coldness.