Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

A poisoned hatred surged from his chest, threatening to burn away his reason.

He stared intently at Kenta Karasuma.

The man was wearing a custom-made haute couture suit, his hair was neatly combed, and a fake smile played on his lips.

He spoke eloquently into the microphone in front of the media and guests, the lights shining on him as if they were gilding him, so dazzling it was nauseating.

This is the person.

In an attempt to make money, he purchased substandard steel bars. Driven by a sense of justice and a sense of responsibility for the project, he tried to report it. However, this one action caused his life to plummet to rock bottom.

He was burdened with unwarranted breach of contract liability and a huge sum of money in liquidated damages.

The house was seized, the savings were wiped out, the mother passed away, the wife divorced him, and the daughter died in a car accident...

He had nothing left to lose in his life.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

When a person loses everything, that is when he is at his most vulnerable.

His gaze slowly swept across the banquet hall.

Five years.

He toiled for five years in this building he built with his own hands, yet he couldn't even grasp a sliver of light that belonged to him.

Meanwhile, Kenta Karasuma, along with the important figures sitting in the banquet hall, comfortably enjoyed the fruits of his labor, discarding him like trash in the darkness.

They clinked glasses, talked loudly and confidently, and the laughter, clinking of glasses, and insincere greetings felt like countless needles pricking his ears.

These people are all accomplices!

Like Kenta Karasuma, they built their wealth and status by stepping on the corpses of the poor.

They enjoy the prosperity brought by the Gate to the Sky, but they never care how much blood and tears are stained with every brick and every steel bar of this building.

He looked at the wristwatch that was in front of him.

One minute left...

One minute later, these people will feel fear.

And Kenta Karasuma, at the Sky Gate Festival, which he was most proud of, would watch in despair as his life vanished like a bubble.

This is Yuichi Nakamura's revenge against the world, a man who has lost everything!

……

For some reason, Qingze's unease grew stronger.

But I can't quite put my finger on where this feeling of unease comes from.

For some reason, the vague unease in Qingze's heart did not dissipate, but instead grew stronger.

His brows furrowed, and his gaze unconsciously swept across the noisy banquet hall around him.

Everything was normal; the guests were chatting and laughing, the waiters were moving about in an orderly manner, and the speeches on the stage were proceeding smoothly.

But that feeling of unease, like a thorn in my side, wouldn't go away.

"What's wrong, Aze?"

Ran Mouri keenly sensed that something was wrong with him, her eyes filled with concern.

Qingze shook his head, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the table. "I feel inexplicably uneasy."

"Uneasy?" Mitsuhiko, sitting opposite him, heard this word and looked up curiously.

The children at the table and Rumi Wakasa also turned their gazes over.

"Ah."

This feeling of unease can also be attributed to intuition, a kind of premonition from the unseen world.

It could be that something wasn't done well enough, and your subconscious is giving you a warning; it could be that something important is going to happen to someone, and you have a premonition; it could also be that danger is approaching...

Ran Mouri was right next to him; it couldn't be someone important who had gotten into trouble.

His gaze swept across the surroundings at lightning speed.

Their seats were at the back of the banquet hall, right next to a pillar.

Everything is normal: the tabletop, the gaps between the chairs, the overhead decorations...

He turned to look at the ordinary pillar behind him.

At the base of the pillar, a metal access panel about the size of an A4 sheet of paper, its color almost blending into the wall, now stands out conspicuously.

He knew where that unease was coming from.

This is truly like having a thorn in your side.

"Get away from here immediately!"

His expression was cold, and his tone was sharp.

Upon hearing the sound, Ran Mouri sprang back instantly.

The children, being seasoned veterans, realized something was wrong and quickly left the table. Only Matsui Hidetoshi was a beat slower and didn't react in time.

As they retreated, Qingze bent down, and the mechanical sound that had been masked by the music and conversation became particularly clear.

His eyes narrowed, and he picked up the fork on the table, gripped it in the back of his hand, and with the tines close together like cones, the metal access door was pierced through instantly, as if it were made of paper.

With a forceful pull, the metal rubbed together, producing a sharp, short, mournful sound. The metal cover tore open, leaving a jagged gash.

Inside, a cold, rough metal device clung tightly to the pipes, and crimson numbers were making their final, chilling leaps:

00:03

"run!"

Aozawa shouted sharply, and at the same time, his body turned around at lightning speed, and he grabbed Matsui Hidetoshi by the collar before he could run more than a few steps.

He grabbed Matsui Hidetoshi, then quickly protected Mouri Ran and ran forward, his figure almost becoming a blur.

00:02

Time is both stretched and compressed at this moment.

On stage, project manager Kenta Karasuma stood under the spotlight, waving his arms, his voice carrying throughout the hall through the microphone:

"...The Gate to the Sky is not just a building, but a declaration for the future! It will be another glorious chapter for the Karasuma Group..."

His voice was loud and clear, and his face radiated a sense of pride in controlling the future.

Inside the ceiling ventilation duct, Yuichi Nakamura stared intently at Kenta Karasuma, his fists clenched, his eyes bloodshot, and his expression contorted with rage.

00:01

00:00

boom!!!

A burst of fire and a deafening explosion erupted, sending shockwaves mixed with shattered marble tiles and metal fragments spraying out in a fan shape. The heavy tables and chairs nearby were completely overturned and torn apart!

As Qingze shielded the two of them and rushed out of the choking smoke and blast of air, he felt something pierce his back.

At the same moment, the stage exploded.

Without any warning, dazzling flames and thick smoke instantly engulfed the impassioned figure, utterly crushing his unfinished words and all his grand ambitions.

boom!

At the main entrance of the banquet hall, an exquisite crystal chandelier suddenly crashed down.

The heavy door was twisted and deformed, and the flames blocked the most conspicuous escape route!

In an instant, the entire banquet hall seemed to be gripped and shaken by a giant hand!

Screams, cries, and collisions surged forth like waves, smoke filled the air, and flames ignited.

Panic and fear were the only emotions present.

As Aozawa, who had just escaped the explosion, released his grip on Matsui Hidetoshi, who was struggling to breathe, his lips twitching.

What kind of jinx is Lan?

What kind of low-probability event is it that you rarely encounter even once?

Look at this explosion, is this even acceptable?

Chapter 480 He won't die such a miserable death in the future, will he?

The roar of the explosion was gradually replaced by an even more piercing noise, thick smoke billowed and filled the air, carrying a pungent smell of gunpowder and burnt matter, and visibility dropped sharply.

The rant was fleeting. Qingze steadied himself amidst the aftershocks of the shockwave, tightened his arms, and looked down to check on Ran Mouri's condition.

"orchid?"

"Cough, cough... I'm fine!"

Ran Mouri lifted her head from his arms, her eyes quickly regaining their clarity despite her initial shock.

The more explosions you experience, the faster you adapt to them.

She grabbed Qingze's arm and looked him up and down urgently. "Are you alright? Are you okay?!"

Qingze was the closest at the time and was the most vulnerable to injury.

Her gaze suddenly fixed on his back, and her pupils contracted sharply.

Several sharp pieces of broken porcelain from the dinner plate were deeply embedded in his suit.

Two or three pieces pierced the fabric and embedded themselves in the flesh, with dark red bloodstains quickly seeping from the tears, staining the dark fabric.

"Brother! You're bleeding from your back!"

Matsui Hidetoshi was still in shock when he saw Aozawa injured, and he was at a loss for what to do.

Qingze did feel something strange on his back, but based on his experience, it was just a minor injury.

"It's just a superficial injury, nothing serious."

As he spoke, his gaze swept quickly across the entire room.

There were three locations where the explosion occurred: the pillar from earlier, the stage, and the entrance.

He had caught a glimpse of the bomb's structure earlier; the emulsion bomb used in engineering blasting was simply wrapped together with duct tape and connected to a rudimentary timing device.

The emulsion bombs were of varying sizes, as if they had been collected from different places. The way they were wrapped and connected was also very crude, suggesting that it was not a deliberate attack by any force, but rather the work of an individual.

The stage area was now a hellish scene.

Flames licked at the shattered remains of the decorations, thick smoke billowed upwards, and the man who had once stood there giving his impassioned speech died a gruesome death.

The entrance was blocked by flames, and the crowd scattered like a frightened tide, leaving the entire banquet hall in chaos.

Where they were originally standing, the cylinder had been blasted into a large crater, exposing cement and steel bars, with cracks spreading out and extending all the way to the top.

If it weren't for his intuitive warning and quick reaction, he would probably have ended up like the people on stage by now.

His expression was somewhat cold.

No one would be happy to almost be blown up for no reason.

He looked at Kenjiro Kyoda in the crowd.

Several well-trained security personnel formed a tight human wall, separating the crowd with almost brutal efficiency, and escorted Wakita Kanenori and his companions as they quickly retreated to the side emergency passage.

Neither Kenjiro Wakita nor Champagne were in any trouble; they were quite lucky.

What does it feel like to see someone blown up just meters in front of you?

Kenjiro Wakita can answer this question.

He was so scared he almost peed his pants!

Although his boss was involved in gangsters, he wasn't!

He was just an ordinary stand-in.

A few years ago, he was working as a food deliveryman, braving wind and rain every day, making sure he was well-fed and his family wasn't hungry.

Suddenly, a boss took a liking to her, saying that she looked a lot like him and wanted her to be his stand-in.