Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

This person clearly harbors deep hatred and is determined to die; he no longer wants to live.

But he still possessed the most basic conscience, and in order not to implicate the children, he abandoned his suicidal act.

Qingze's fingers, which were placed at his side, curled up slightly.

To be honest, he has never cared much about irrelevant people and things, nor has he paid much attention to these love and hate entanglements.

There are so many births, aging, sickness, and deaths in this world, and so much hatred, pain, and unhappiness.

As someone who causes tragedy and hatred, he would only try to avoid such a situation.

Ignore, ignore, and don't ask. In this way, you can blind your mind and continue to eke out a living in this world.

He is a bad person, not a good person, not a kind person.

But he is also an ordinary person with emotions and desires.

The anger of almost being blown up dissipated considerably in the man's lifeless, empty tears, replaced by a sense of sullenness.

Chapter 482 You have to shout first to make a sound!

Qingze stepped on his hand, which was about to reach for his clothes, and said sarcastically:

"You're here to kill Kenta Karasuma, aren't you?"

"You think death will end everything? You think that by blowing up Kenta Karasuma, your hatred, your injustice, and everything you've endured will vanish with that explosion?"

"In everyone's eyes, you are nothing more than a terrorist who commits tragedies and indiscriminately kills innocent people, a madman."

"Kenta Karasuma is dead, but he is still seen as a 'successful person' and an 'unfortunate victim' by some people."

"And you? What are you? All that you've given up, in the end, you won't even leave behind a name, a reason."

A sharp pain shot through his hand, and Yuichi Nakamura's breathing suddenly became heavy. In the depths of his lifeless eyes, something extremely dim seemed to be struggling.

“Those debts, those sins, cannot be wiped away simply by his death.”

Qingze bent down, his voice low, carrying an almost cruel seduction:

Are you content with this?

"Don't you want what he did to be made public after he dies?"

"Don't you want to forever nail him to the pillar of shame, to make him infamous for eternity? Don't you want him to die without ever finding peace?"

Qingze stared intently into his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through flesh and blood, gripping his crumbling soul, each word clear and distinct:

"At the very least, you need to let the world know why you did this. What you went through, and what kind of person Kenta Karasuma really is."

Karasuma Group is certainly no good.

Capital is a vampire.

Moreover, the organization is a hidden weapon of the Karasuma Group.

Within such a group, what good person could someone with the surname Karasuma possibly be?

This man is so resolute; Kenta Karasuma must have done a lot of dirty work.

This might be a good opportunity to damage the reputation of the Karasuma Group.

The children looked at Qingze and were completely intimidated by his imposing presence.

They didn't know much about Mr. Qingze, and this was only the second time they had met him.

But it must be said that charm is something that cannot be hidden at all.

He sensed something was wrong, discovered the bomb, and gave them a heads-up, leading them away from the blast center.

He faced the explosion crisis head-on, and remained silent despite being injured.

While everyone else was fleeing, he chose to stay and put out the fire.

When they saw that the people had not left and were also using fire extinguishers to put out the fire, they did not scold or drive them away, but simply reminded them to be careful.

He quickly spotted the person hiding in the ventilation duct, quickly set up two tables, and pulled the person out.

It's clear that he's furious with the bomber.

But his anger was restrained, and his emotions were controlled; this rationality and stability naturally drew attention.

Compared to Mitsuhiko and Genta, Mitsuhiko is more mature and has seen more.

Although this Brother Qingze looks cold, he is not cruel.

He saw that the bomber was determined to die. Instead of offering meaningless advice and questioning, he chose the simplest approach: provoking him with what he cared about most.

He was trying to get him to tell the truth and reveal everything.

Calm, composed, steady, and reliable.

After only half a day together, he felt completely won over by this older brother.

Sensing Qingze's powerful aura, Guangyan secretly praised him in his heart.

No wonder he became Xiaolan's boyfriend.

The person who can be with Xiaolan must be just like Xiaolan!

Ai Haibara's expression grew increasingly complicated.

She really couldn't understand Qingze anymore.

Qingze's tone seemed sarcastic, but how could she not tell that it was just a rhetorical device?

His eyes held a deep pity for the man.

It is a kind of melancholy that comes after you realize that the other person has a death wish and doesn't want to live anymore.

He was trying to help the bomber.

How could someone like that be Koniak?

Qingze continued, his voice low and hoarse, like a morning bell or evening drum, striking people's hearts.

"Hatred and crimes cannot be covered up with a white cloth."

"Debts cannot be wiped out by death."

“Speak, tell me, and I will make these things known to the world, so that the sinners will be forever nailed to the pillar of shame.”

Aozawa's words were like the devil's whispers, carrying an irresistible temptation for Nakamura Yuichi.

yes?

Just dying isn't enough.

Why is it that Kenta Karasuma, even after his death, can still enjoy such a prestigious title?

The blood he concealed, the lives he crushed like ants, the families he drained of their marrow and then abandoned...

Was he simply to be reduced to ashes along with his corpse, never to be seen again?!

The truth should be exposed to the scorching sun, and suffering should be shown to the public!

He doesn't need anyone's judgment, nor does he need hypocritical forgiveness, but he must let the world know about Kenta Karasuma's sins, and about the injustices that are easily erased by power and money!

You have to shout first before you can make a sound.

He wanted to ruin that man's reputation and condemn his soul to eternal damnation!

Yuichi Nakamura's stiff body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

A massive torrent of emotions, long suppressed and finally finding an outlet, surged through his body. His eyes were red, and tears streamed down his face, filled with the pain and resentment of countless days and nights.

Aozawa released his foot from under Nakamura's hand, took out his phone, turned on the video recording, and steadily pointed the camera at Nakamura Yuichi's twisted and painful face.

Under the camera's lens, this man, silent as a rock and determined to die, trembled violently, finally tearing open the scab that had sealed him off from his self-imposed isolation.

"My name is Yuichi Nakamura, and I'm a construction worker at the Gates of Heaven..."

His gaze began to focus, no longer unfocused, but instead filled with a deeper, more intense pain.

"Five years ago, I personally drove the first pile into the ground. At that time, I thought, it was worth it to be able to participate in such a big project in my life."

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. “I’m in charge of part of the structural supervision… Although I’m just a foreman, I know that for a building to be sturdy, the materials can’t be substandard.”

His tone gradually became agitated.

"But... the steel bars are wrong! The grade is wrong, the specifications are outdated! Those are the materials used for load-bearing walls and the core tube! I reported it... I thought it was responsible, that it was good for the project, and that it was good for this building!"

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, looking at the camera in Qingze's hand, as if he were looking at a non-existent judge.

"But what did I get? I was fired! They said I 'maliciously framed and sabotaged the project'!"

"They turned around and accused me of having shady dealings with the procurement I was in charge of, and demanded that I pay an exorbitant penalty for breach of contract!"

He was breathing heavily and his body was trembling.

"All my savings, the house I bought with a loan... all gone! Gone overnight!"

His voice suddenly dropped, carrying a nightmarish disorientation, "My mother was already ill, but we didn't have the money for treatment, and it dragged on for half a year...and then she passed away. Before she died, she was clutching my hand, her eyes wouldn't close..."

"My wife divorced me..."

"It's just me and my daughter left, relying on each other for survival..."

"I'm not satisfied. I'll appeal, I'll contact the media, and I'll contact the regulatory authorities. I believe there's always a place where justice can be served!"

His eyes suddenly turned incredibly ferocious, and hatred surged forth as if it were a tangible force.

Chapter 483 I apologize to you with my life.

"...My daughter, she was only seven years old, on her way home from school, was hit by a car that suddenly came out and flew into the air...she died on the spot!"

Tears streamed down his face, but Yuichi Nakamura seemed oblivious, clenching his teeth and uttering words that seemed to bleed with anguish.

"The police said it was an accident, the driver fled the scene, and they haven't found him. Ha...they haven't found him?"

"I know who it is! It's Kenta Karasuma! He's the one who ordered it! He's warning me to shut up, to shut up forever! He wants to crush this scurrying ant like me!"

As Yuichi Nakamura was still narrating, he suddenly slammed his fist on the ground, his thin, bony hand instantly turning red.

"I have nothing left, I have nothing left that I can't afford to lose!"

"I want him dead! I want him to die, along with his bloodsucking building, at the height of his glory and success!"

He paused for a moment, then slowly stood up, looked around, and spoke with an unusually sarcastic tone.

"How beautiful this building is, a new landmark of the city, a gateway to the future... But beneath this gateway to the future lies the blood and tears of countless people like me..."

"In order to meet the construction deadline, Karasuma Group's safety measures were inadequate... Three of my coworkers fell from a height and died. The company bribed their families to shut them up, saying that they had violated regulations."

"With so much dust, the protective gear is practically useless."

"Several old buddies coughed so hard their lungs felt like they were going to come out, and then they couldn't work anymore, so they were kicked out, and now nobody knows if they're alive or dead..."

"Someone reported it, and the inspectors came a few times, but they just made a token appearance and left, and things went back to normal."

He glanced at the lavish decorations around him, his eyes filled with scathing irony.

"In the eyes of those big shots, our lives are not even worth as much as a bottle of wine at a banquet!"

“These crystal chandeliers, these marbles, these carpets on the floor… beneath which of them lies our sweat, our blood, even… our lives?”

"them……"

He pointed to the now empty and chaotic banquet hall, his expression growing increasingly mocking.

"Those big shots sitting here, laughing, drinking, and talking business, they all know! They know how this building was rushed out of construction, and what materials were used! But they don't care!"

"They just want the building to be built quickly, to make money quickly, and to become their political achievements and merits!"

"We're just consumables; once we're used up or broken, we just throw them away."

"No one cares what the consumables think or what they have lost."

"The future? Hah... The future of the big shots is not our future."

"This Gate to Heaven doesn't need a future!"

The banquet hall was silent, with only Yuichi Nakamura's voice echoing in the air.

He pained his heart, harbored resentment for years, and suffered tormented his soul, tearing each word out of his chest.