Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"What good will it do me if you get arrested? The police car will be outside the building in one minute!"

Chianti steeled her resolve, grabbed the railing, and leaped down quickly.

If this gets blocked, then it's all over.

"30 seconds left."

Binga's anxious voice came through the headphones. Chianti put on a black full-face helmet and mounted a sharply modified motorcycle.

The engine emitted a deep, powerful roar that echoed through the underground parking lot.

"Ten seconds!"

A black motorcycle sped out of the parking lot, and piercing sirens blared from all directions like a tsunami.

The red and blue police lights flashed wildly, and several police cars, like sharks smelling blood, rushed out from various intersections, trying to block her way!

"whispering sound!"

Beneath his helmet, Chianti let out a cold snort and suddenly twisted the throttle!

boom--

The motorcycle's rear wheel suddenly unleashed terrifying grip, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the entire vehicle shot forward like an arrow, the powerful push almost throwing the rider off!

The motorcycle, at an almost ground-hugging angle, screeching as it squeezed through the incredibly narrow gap between two police cars that were trying to pass each other, its body scraping against the police cars' rearview mirrors and doors, leaving a trail of sparks!

"Target has broken through the blockade! Repeat, target has broken through the blockade!"

The police channel was in complete chaos.

"Chase her! Don't let her get away!"

Amuro Tooru's cold voice came through the police channel, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.

"Air units, engage her! Ground teams, plan your routes, set up spike strips at the intersections ahead! Teams B and C, flank her from the sides! Block all possible escape routes!"

The helicopter's massive rotors churned the air with a deafening roar, clinging to the sky above Chianti like a leech, its brightly colored laser beams locked onto the fast-moving black target below, guiding the ground troops behind it.

Chianti twisted the throttle to the floor, and the motorcycle engine roared like a beast.

With her familiarity with Tokyo streets and superb driving skills, she weaved wildly through the traffic.

However, no matter how she changed direction or went through alleys, police cars would always appear out of nowhere like ghosts, relentlessly chasing after her.

Looking at the relentless helicopter chasing her from above, her face beneath her helmet was contorted with rage and the pressure of the high speed.

"Damn it! Those damn cops!"

“Turn left!” Binga’s voice came through the earpiece.

She suddenly swung the rear of the motorcycle, and it made a screeching drifting sound again. Instead of turning left, it turned right onto a relatively open auxiliary lane of the expressway.

However, at the intersection ahead, a group of police cars were already on standby!

"Block ahead! Stop immediately!" came the announcement over the loudspeaker.

A fierce glint flashed in Chianti's eyes. Instead of slowing down, he accelerated again. Then, gripping the handlebars with one hand, he swiftly pulled a pistol from a holster on his thigh with the other.

boom! boom! boom!

Without the slightest hesitation, she fired several shots at the tires and hood of the police car that was blocking her way, the bullets hitting the hood and sparking.

The police officers who intercepted her were clearly surprised that she could shoot so accurately while moving at high speed, and they were even more surprised by her ferocity. They instinctively tried to evade her.

The formation became slightly chaotic.

Chianti seized the fleeting opening, lowered the car sharply again, and prepared to use the same tactic to force his way through the police cars!

However, just as she was about to squeeze through the gap between the last two police cars—

An inconspicuous white van suddenly sped out from the side!

It wasn't a police vehicle; it seemed more like the driver was startled by the chaotic chase and jerked the steering wheel in a panic.

The enormous vehicle instantly filled Chianti's field of vision.

Too close! Too fast! There was no way to avoid it!

Chianti's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and the color drained instantly from his face beneath the helmet.

"asshole!!!"

She let out a desperate roar, slamming on the brakes and twisting the car body in an attempt to avoid it.

But it was too late.

boom!

With a deafening, tooth-grinding crash, the black motorcycle, like an out-of-control cannonball, slammed into the side of the white truck.

Under the terrifying impact, the sturdy front of the motorcycle instantly twisted, deformed, and shattered.

The immense inertia flung Chianti away like a broken sack.

She traced a heart-stopping parabola through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, staining it crimson with blood.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the screeching of brakes echoed as several police cars pounced on their prey like hungry tigers, instantly surrounding the scene.

Several elite police officers got out of the car, cautiously pointing their guns at Chianti on the ground, while quickly checking her vital signs.

Kazami Yuya stood to the side and pressed the button on his headset:

"Target captured! Target captured! Target seriously injured and unconscious! Repeat, target seriously injured and unconscious!"

"Highest level security! Clear the scene and block the news! Take all witnesses and the truck driver away!" Amuro Tooru ordered over the communication channel.

"Yes!"

Binga heard a muffled thud through his communication headset and the news that Chianti had been captured.

His face was unusually pale, so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

boom!

The table shook violently.

"They're still alive? They're incredibly resilient!"

Chapter 361 Whether alive or dead, they are all detestable.

The train stopped at the platform, and as soon as the doors opened, passengers poured out.

Reporters and police surrounded the platform; some people gave interviews, while others explained the situation to the police.

By the time they wanted to find Qingze, they could no longer find any Qingze people.

Qingze, carrying a lunchbox, quickly walked to Ran Mouri and Baiyu's side.

Looking at his own body, the sunglasses on his face, and Bai Yu's red-rimmed eyes, Qing Ze's brows furrowed deeply.

Ran Mouri cried, which scared Shiratama into crying too. What kind of situation is this?

Seeing him, Ran Mouri felt as if she had found someone to rely on, and her nose tingled, almost bringing tears to her eyes again.

"I'm so glad you're alright!"

Seeing that Ran Mouri was alright, Bai Yu breathed a huge sigh of relief, and his heart finally settled back into his stomach.

God knows how scared she was when she saw Qingze cry.

Thank goodness, she was just overthinking it.

Although she was curious about why Qingze was crying, she wisely refrained from asking further questions.

Maybe it's lingering fear...

For someone who almost never cries to shed tears, it must mean he was extremely frightened.

Qingze said to her, "Baiyu, you should go back first. We have other things to do."

"Are we going to kill Binga?" Bai Yu's eyebrows furrowed, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

Although Aozawa also wanted to kill her, Ran Mouri was still there.

I'll change back tonight.

He waved the lunchbox in his hand, "I'm going to deliver lunch to my dad..."

Bai Yu: "..."

Having just experienced an explosion crisis, do you really still have to deliver food to your father?

Ran Mouri also said, "Thank you for your help today. Go back and rest now; your eyes are bloodshot..."

"it is good."

Bai Yu knew the two had something to say in private, so she nodded and left with the drone.

In just half an hour, under the intense search, her brain was a bit overloaded and she definitely needed a rest.

Bai Yu is gone, and there are no outsiders left in this remote corner.

Seeing Qingze's tightly furrowed brows, Ran Mouri felt a lump in her throat.

Qingze took a step forward and reached out to remove the sunglasses from her face.

His eyes were red-rimmed and moist behind his sunglasses.

If I keep crying, my eyes will get swollen again.

Ran looked down at him, reached out and hugged him tightly, burying her head in the crook of his neck.

She hugged him very tightly, so tightly that Qingze felt a little pain.

The sound of crying came from beside me, and tears soaked my clothes.

As Qingze let Ran Mouri hold him, his thoughts drifted away.

If you count carefully, this should be the fourth time Ran Mouri has cried in front of him.

The first time was right after they switched bodies; the pent-up emotions and anxieties made her burst into tears at the dinner table.

The next two times, it was because of his memory.

But this fourth time was because of Shinichi Kudo.

Shinichi Kudo... Shinichi Kudo!!

What an annoying person.

Whether alive or dead, they are detestable!!

He reached out and patted her back reassuringly, his voice calm and even:

"Since you're worried, then go and see. You need to know whether they're dead or alive."

"Is it okay?" Ran Mouri's voice was muffled, with a heavy nasal tone and trembling.

"There's nothing wrong with that, but you need to control your emotions and not let it become a scene like 'Qingze' having an emotional breakdown and crying uncontrollably."

He paused for a moment, then added:

"It's not that you can't cry, but you have to know your limits. I have no relation to Shinichi Kudo. It's okay to have tears in my eyes because of a hero's sacrifice, but you can't cry your eyes out. That's too unsightly and will arouse suspicion."

It's okay to cry in front of the police or people close to Shinichi Kudo; tears can sometimes be used as a weapon.

Without knowing his identity, seeing "Aozawa" shed tears because of Shinichi Kudo's "death" would only make them think he is sentimental, which would actually increase their goodwill towards him.

He needs to carefully prepare how "Ran Mouri" should cry.

It's not so easy to just cry whenever you want.

After putting the lunchbox in the car, Qingze straddled the motorcycle and put on his helmet.

Ran Mouri was in the back seat, and she reached out to hug him.

She pressed her body against the girl's back, her head against the cold helmet, as if trying to draw warmth from it.

The motorcycle sped along, quickly heading towards the Eye of the Sky.

The explosions have stopped, and the Eye of the Sky is now completely surrounded by police cars.

The elevators are out of service, and the 67-story building can only be climbed by manpower.