Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Under the influence of money, he began his learning and imitation career.

Although he knew that his boss was involved in organized crime and had many enemies, he was afraid of being targeted for revenge, so he specifically hired a body double.

But just because the boss is involved in organized crime doesn't mean his stand-in is involved in organized crime!

He'd only ever killed fish, never even a chicken, so seeing this scene for the first time was enough to terrify him.

It was so tragic that he felt like vomiting after just a few glances.

Kenjiro Wakita was half-supported as he left, his legs weak.

He tried his best to keep a composed expression on his face, maintaining the demeanor of a boss, but inside he was wailing.

He won't die such a tragic death later, will he?

No way! He's only enjoyed himself for a few years...

……

After confirming that the explosion had ended, Rumi Wakasa peeked out from behind the solid wood table. Her hands were on the table, her clothes were slightly disheveled, and her sharp eyes quickly scanned her surroundings to assess the situation.

Immediately afterwards, Ai Haibara appeared from beside her.

Haibara was covered in dust. She quickly looked around and reached out to pull the children out one by one.

The children looked shaken and disheveled, but were not injured.

"Brother, you're bleeding a lot from your back, we need to get it treated quickly!"

Matsui Hidetoshi was anxious. He reached out to pull out the porcelain shard that was stuck in Aozawa's back, but he was afraid of causing further injury.

Qingze pressed his hand down and shook his head. "It's nothing."

Ran Mouri stared at Aoze's back, her fingers clenched, her lips pressed into a straight line, and she remained silent.

"Sister Xiaolan, are you alright?" Several children ran over.

Ran Mouri turned her gaze to them and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the children were all alright.

The bomb came so suddenly that if Qingze hadn't warned them, they would probably have been killed.

"Aze is injured, the fire has started, we have to get out of here right away!"

Ai Haibara's gaze fell on Aozawa, whose back was clearly injured by shrapnel.

His brows were furrowed, as if he was enduring pain.

Even when faced with this explosion crisis, he remained remarkably calm and showed no sign of panic.

Although she was busy away from the dining table and didn't pay much attention at the time, she clearly remembered the time of the explosion.

From the moment Qingze told them to leave to the explosion, only six or seven seconds had passed. To be able to escape in such a short time and remain so calm...

This person is truly remarkable.

Qingze spoke without room for argument, "Xiujun, you and Teacher Ruoxia take these children to the safety exit and leave this place!"

After saying that, he picked up the fire extinguisher next to him and headed straight for the fire.

Judging from the situation, there should only be three bombs. The fire is not too big at the moment, and the situation can still be controlled as long as it is extinguished in time.

He won't be satisfied until he finds the person who planted the bomb today!

Seeing Qingze's actions, Ran Mouri immediately followed.

Matsui Hidetoshi reached out, wanting to say, "You're still injured," but seeing Aozawa's back as he ran towards the flames without looking back, he ultimately let go of his hand.

He looked at the children and was about to lead them away when the children showed no intention of leaving and instead ran towards the fire extinguisher.

"Forehead……"

Matsui Hidetoshi could only look at the short-haired, brown-haired girl who remained standing there.

Ai Haibara glanced at him and followed Ayumi's footsteps.

Matsui Hidetoshi scratched his head.

Are all kids these days this brave? Don't the teachers do anything about it?

"Um, Ms. Wakasa?"

Rumi Wakasa gave him an apologetic smile. "Mr. Matsui, you should go ahead. I need to look after the children."

Matsui Hidetoshi stood there alone, unsure whether to leave or stay.

Looking at Aozawa, who was already putting out the fire with a fire extinguisher, Matsui Hidetoshi thought for a moment and then turned to leave.

Judging from the way Qingze carried him away from the explosion, his older brother was obviously quite skilled, carrying two people without even breaking a sweat.

He was well aware of his own abilities. He didn't have much athletic talent, and if something happened, he wouldn't be able to escape. Staying here would only be a hindrance.

He walked towards the emergency exit, preparing to leave and call his mother to explain the situation.

Chapter 481 It's you, isn't it?

Inside the cold ventilation ducts, dust and gunpowder smoke filled every breath.

Yuichi Nakamura stared intently through the grille at the mess below.

The once invincible Kenta Karasuma is now a disfigured and distorted corpse.

The expensive suit was charred and torn, one hand was stiffly stretched out into the void, and the cloudy eyes were frozen in the last moment of shock and fear.

"Dead..."

His chapped lips trembled, uttering a few breathy sounds, before laughter welled up from his throat.

"Ha...haha...dead...finally...dead!"

The laughter started low and hoarse, then became sharp and frantic, colliding and echoing in the narrow pipe. It was laughter, but it sounded like the last howl of a dying beast.

He dug his fingers into the edge of the grille, his whole body trembling violently, as if he wanted to release the hatred that had been building up for years and had been eating away at his flesh and soul, along with this laughter.

But that maniacal laughter only lasted for a short ten seconds.

Like a string stretched to its limit that suddenly snaps.

The laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by a sob that broke down after being suppressed to the extreme.

Hot tears streamed from his eyes, washing over his dirty, sunken cheeks.

"Dead... Waaah... Dead..."

He repeated it, his voice broken and fragmented.

Having avenged his great grudge, the hatred and obsession that had sustained him through countless agonizing days and nights shattered in that dazzling burst of fire.

What follows is not liberation, but a deeper emptiness.

The last bit of strength in my body seemed to have been drained away with the explosion and my tears.

The target has disappeared.

The reason for living also disappeared.

A weariness, a bottomless boredom, spread from the very marrow of my bones.

He released his fingers from the grille, curled up in a dark corner in a posture of complete abandonment of support, and fell into a deathly silence.

So be it.

pretty good.

boom!

The ventilation duct opening was suddenly opened, and the dark ventilation duct was instantly illuminated by the beam of a flashlight. A cold voice entered the ears.

"So you're the one here, crying and laughing, right?"

Standing on two stacked tables, Qingze looked up and coldly stared at the people inside.

Yuichi Nakamura closed his eyes briefly to ease the discomfort, then slowly turned his gaze to the people below.

The young man had a cold expression and sharp eyes like a knife, making people afraid to look him in the eye.

Nakamura Yuichi panicked for a moment, but calmed down quickly.

They've been discovered...

Then let them find out.

He didn't speak, but a faint smile appeared on his lips, conveying a sense of indifference as if nothing mattered.

The next moment, a hand reached in, grabbed his collar, and pulled him out of the ventilation duct like a rag.

Qingze held him by the collar with one hand, standing on the round table. The person in his hand was so thin that he looked like a tattered rag, and even when he was being held like this, he didn't react much.

Looking at the lifelessness in his eyes, Qingze loosened his grip, and the man fell from the height with a muffled groan, curling up into a ball.

He huddled up, his eyes unfocused, lost in the desolate ruins of his revenge, indifferent to everything around him, even himself.

Qingze leaped down from the table and stood looking down at him.

Ran Mouri protected Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Genta, stepping back slightly with a wary expression.

While they were putting out the fire, they heard sounds coming from the ventilation ducts, a mixture of laughter and crying, which was clearly not normal.

Now it seems that this person is probably the culprit behind the explosion.

Ai Haibara stood next to Rumi Wakasa, with half of her body hidden behind Rumi.

Her gaze quietly fell on Qingze, filled with barely concealed fear.

Although the radar didn't react, the man's cold expression made her uncontrollably hallucinate Koniak.

so similar.

The feeling isn't very noticeable when you're laughing, but when you get angry, the feeling is exactly the same.

In her memory, Koniak never displayed a furious demeanor; the angrier he was, the calmer and more indifferent his expression became.

Back then, he walked into her laboratory with a blank expression, grabbed her neck with a blank expression, and tightened his grip little by little. His eyes were as cold as if he were strangling an ant, not a person.

I experienced phantom pain in my neck, as if I had returned to that day, when death was drawing ever closer, and I could hardly breathe.

Aozawa ignored Ai Haibara's frightened gaze, looking down at the person at his feet, his face expressionless.

"Did you plant the bomb in the banquet hall? To kill Kenta Karasuma?"

Upon hearing the name, Yuichi Nakamura's empty eyes twitched slightly, but he kept his mouth tightly shut, showing no intention of speaking.

He reached out and slowly pulled open the front of his coat.

A corner of the bomb strapped to his body was visible.

This was the way he had prepared for his own death.

Qingze's gaze fell on his swollen belly, and his voice was no longer indifferent, but rather filled with doubt, a genuine sense of bewilderment.

If he wasn't mistaken, the man not only had a bomb strapped to his body, but also a detonator; pressing the button would cause it to explode.

"You want to die? Here? And drag more people down with you, including these children who just happened to be here and have nothing to do with your hatred?"

Yuichi Nakamura's movement of tugging at his clothes suddenly stopped.

For the first time, his unfocused gaze truly focused, slowly shifting towards Qingze's back.

He saw the children being protected by Ran Mouri. The children were covered in dust and dirt, having narrowly escaped being killed by a bomb, and had just helped put out the fire.

They looked at him with genuine concern and worry in their eyes.

The child... an innocent child?

His mind, which had been burned into a wasteland by hatred and despair, seemed to have been struck by a cold stone.

He thought of his child.

His children were about the same age as them, but... a deliberate car accident ended everything.

His fingers, which were tugging at his clothes, twitched and loosened slightly in a weak manner.

Tears streamed silently down his face as he lay on his side, staring blankly at the sunlight and blue sky outside the French windows.

Qingze watched him cry.

The man's face was rough, his cheekbones were sunken, and his complexion was sallow and ashen; he looked like a dry rag that had been wrung out.