Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

She saw Conan glance at her, then slightly turn to Ai Haibara, and immediately understood.

She clapped her hands, successfully attracting the children's attention: "Conan is recovering well. The sun is shining brightly outside, could you please find a wheelchair so we can take Conan out to get some sun later?"

"no problem!"

Upon receiving the task, the three children immediately ran out of the ward with great enthusiasm to find a wheelchair.

The ward fell silent again. Conan turned to Ai Haibara beside him, his voice lowered slightly: "I remember what happened on the day of the explosion."

Upon hearing this, Ai Haibara slightly raised her eyes, a hint of relief flashing across them.

The recovery of his memory at least indicates that his brain condition is improving.

Yukiko Kudo, standing nearby, was overjoyed and rushed forward, her concern tinged with urgency.

"Xiaoxin, what exactly happened at the Eye of the Sky that day?"

The explosion at the Eye of the Sky occurred almost exactly at 12 o'clock, but Shinichi arrived at the Eye of the Sky at approximately 11:55, a difference of several minutes.

What happened during that time?

What exactly did Binga do to make the arrangements?

This answer had remained elusive until now, and the clouds were finally parting to reveal the truth. Her heart clenched with a mixture of anticipation and fear of hearing the details of how close her son had come to death.

"I received a call from Binga..." Conan's voice was calm as he began to narrate slowly.

Why was Binga so concerned that he knew "Koniak"?

Why did Binga ask in that tone whether he had "met" Koniak?

In that brief phone call, Binga's words implied that "Koniak" was not a distant code name, but a shadow that was close at hand and within reach.

A suspicion that he had suppressed long ago but never truly disappeared could no longer be contained and burst forth wildly.

If Koniak were really by his side, he couldn't think of anyone else besides that person.

Ai Haibara unconsciously tightened her arms around herself, her fingertips digging slightly into her forearm.

She lowered her head, her gaze falling on the empty floor, but her pupils trembled slightly uncontrollably.

She recalled the day her "radar" malfunctioned, the flickering sense of danger, and the chilling shiver that followed the other person's appearance and then vanished abruptly.

If... Koniak really is him...

"Haiyuan? Haiyuan?"

Conan called out twice before snapping her out of her near-frozen state of terror.

She suddenly looked up and met Conan's worried gaze. She took a deep breath and barely managed to suppress her turbulent emotions.

Conan turned his phone screen towards her; a video was playing. In the video, Ran was sitting alone in an empty subway car, calmly cutting something with scissors in hand.

"Can you help me find the person who posted this video? I want to know more details about what happened in the subway car that day."

He stumbled upon this video while lying in his hospital room. It gained some popularity because the girl in the video had a beautiful profile and a calm demeanor.

But because no one understood what the girl was doing, it didn't generate much online buzz.

"Huh? When was this video taken? Where was it taken?" Haibara stared intently at the screen, slightly taken aback.

None of them knew that Ran Mouri was actually on that subway train that was bombed that day, and Ran Mouri never mentioned it.

"On the day of the explosion, in the subway."

Conan's gaze fell on Ran's figure in the video, his expression complex and difficult to decipher.

"If Xiaolan hadn't defused the bomb beforehand, given Binga's malicious setup, I would have had no chance of survival."

Chapter 425 What a big fish!

Binga's design was too ruthless. He gave the bomb "hope" to be deactivated at the last second. One second was only enough time for him to press the button, and there was no way he could escape.

But doubts also arose.

He clearly heard the person's voice on the phone, so why was he nowhere to be seen in the video?

When did Xiaolan acquire such professional bomb disposal skills?

He noticed the earphone wires extending from her hair, indicating that she was likely communicating remotely and receiving instructions on how to defuse the bomb.

"Ran...was she in that subway car?" Yukiko Kudo covered her mouth, her shock and heartache intertwined.

That child bore such a harrowing experience all by himself, never mentioning it to anyone, especially Shinichi.

A bittersweet feeling welled up inside her. That child was always like that, so considerate it was heartbreaking. She knew the weight Shinichi carried, so she chose to remain silent, unwilling to add any more pressure.

"Hmm." Conan responded softly, his throat tightening slightly. "I called Ran... she told me the bomb had been defused, which allowed me to escape the epicenter at the last moment and survive..."

Ai Haibara's gaze returned to the video, settling on the girl's calm and resolute profile.

After a moment, she nodded, her voice regaining its usual calmness, but with a hint of barely perceptible gentleness: "Okay, I'll give it a try."

Conan looked at his mother and asked, "Mom, did Aozawa, the Eye of the Sky, also go after the explosion? Tell me about what happened back then."

Unsure what her son was concerned about, Yukiko Kudo shook her head helplessly, "My attention was entirely on you at the time, I wasn't paying attention to anything else."

Haibara's memories involuntarily returned to that day, following Conan's question.

She didn't pay much attention to Qingze that day, but the young man's reddened eyes were hard to ignore.

She couldn't help but fall into a state of confused bewilderment.

"Haibara, what's wrong?"

Haibara's expression was complicated. "That day, I saw his eyes were red, and he was crying because of you."

"what?"

Conan was bewildered.

......

Poirot Cafe.

The evening sunlight lazily spread across the window frame, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of coffee beans.

"jingle--"

The doorbell rang softly, and a tall, aloof figure pushed open the door and entered.

The long black trench coat carried the chill of the outdoors, and the black knitted hat covered his hair, leaving only shadows on his temples and the back of his neck. The silhouette of Shuichi Akai carried a chilling sense of oppression, instantly breaking the leisurely atmosphere in the store.

The laughter and chatter of the guests at several tables abruptly ceased as their gazes were drawn to the tall figure, only to be quickly averted upon encountering his cold and sharp aura.

Behind the bar, Amuro Tooru's professional smile instantly froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and his sharp gaze was fixed on the person who had just arrived.

He strode forward, blocking Shuichi Akai's path. His gentle waiter aura vanished, leaving only Bourbon's sharp, piercing presence.

"Akai Shuichi!"

Amuro Tooru's voice was extremely low, with a cold, hard quality like the friction of steel, "How dare you show your face here?!"

Shuichi Akai glanced indifferently at Tooru Amuro's taut jawline, looking into those eyes that suppressed hatred and anger, and a provocative smile curved his lips.

His gaze casually swept across the store, then he ignored Amuro Tooru blocking his way, strode out, pulled out a chair by the window, and sat down, completely ignoring the person in front of him.

Provoked like this, Amuro Tooru's anger surged up, and his knuckles cracked as he clenched them.

If it weren't for the customers in the store, he would have already punched him.

Suppressing his surging killing intent, Amuro Tooru walked to the table and coldly said, "You are not welcome here!"

Shuichi Akai ignored him and reached out his hand, which was wearing a thin black leather glove, to pick up the drink menu on the table.

Amuro Tooru's gaze fell on that hand, and his eyes narrowed.

Shuichi Akai's fingers slid silently across the pages, his knuckles tapping lightly on a picture of a particular coffee before tossing the drink menu onto the table.

The meaning is obvious: order.

Amuro Tooru's brows furrowed tightly.

Why isn't this person saying a single word?

Is it because you don't want to talk, or because you can't talk?

Why is he here, in his true form as Shuichi Akai, sitting in such an obvious spot by the window?

Who exactly is the person in front of me?

Suppressing his disgust and anger towards Shuichi Akai and calming his turbulent thoughts, Tooru Amuro regained his professional demeanor and turned to walk towards the bar.

He wanted to see who was behind that face and what they were doing here.

Soon, a steaming cup of black coffee was placed on the table by Amuro Tooru.

With a loud thud, the bottom of the cup hit the table with considerable force.

Shuichi Akai didn't seem to care. He slowly stirred his coffee with a spoon, looking out the window, showing no intention of drinking it.

The jeep stopped downstairs at the office building. The door opened, and Ran Mouri jumped out first, followed by Sonoko, Sera, and Hondo.

"Would you like to come upstairs for a bit?" Ran Mouri asked, turning around, sunlight dancing on her hair.

Sera Masumi was about to agree when her gaze inadvertently swept over the Poirot Cafe on the street corner.

The next second, she froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, her pupils contracting violently.

"Xiu...Brother Xiu?!"

Her voice trembled so badly it was almost incoherent as she stared intently at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the coffee shop, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

How could her deceased brother be here?

Ran Mouri and Eisuke Hondo followed her gaze and also showed expressions of shock.

“Mr. Akai?” Ran Mouri murmured softly, her brows furrowing unconsciously.

Wasn't he disguised as Subaru Okiya? Why is he here at this time? Or is he using his original identity?

Hondo Eisuke pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses becoming sharp.

He clearly remembered that it was this FBI ace investigator who appeared with Conan in his sister's hospital room.

He probably knows a lot about his sister's death.

Seeing that familiar face, Sera Masumi couldn't help but start walking quickly toward the coffee shop.

Every step she took felt like walking on cotton, unreal and superficial.

Inside the coffee shop, Gin raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly.

He really didn't expect that he would actually catch fish when he just came over for a walk and thought he would go fishing.

The person's lip movements clearly indicated that they were calling out "brother".

Upon closer inspection, this person really does look somewhat like Shuichi Akai, especially his eyes with single creases under his lower eyelids.

Not to mention that he was just standing with Ran Mouri.

What a big fish...

Gin's lips curled into a sickly smile, and a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Chapter 426 Who exactly is this person?

Aozawa slowly got out of the car, and when he saw "Akai Shuichi" by the window, his eyebrows rose high.

"You're pretty quick..."

He muttered to himself, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

I just got the mask from Kaito Kid last night, and I'm already using it today.

Even though he's wearing Shuichi Akai's skin, his Gin-like aura is impossible to hide.

Tsk tsk.

I thought Gin would use his face first.

It seems he still cares more about that "arch-rival".

sad.