Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

The next second, another window shattered with a loud crash.

Almost simultaneously, two more windows shattered with a loud crash.

There was a dull thud from the stones, or the muffled sound of someone entering, mixed with the shattering of glass and the screeching of furniture tipping over. All sorts of sounds crashed and jolted through the empty villa, only to be stirred up by the sea breeze.

Fryward clenched his teeth and gripped the gun tightly with his fingers.

The other party deliberately created a maze, making it impossible for her to tell where she entered from. It was like a cat playing with a mouse, full of mockery, trying to terrify her and make her struggle.

Chapter 544 You can call me Agate

Without knowing how many enemies there were, Fryward didn't think too much and withdrew.

withdraw!

As long as he doesn't die, he'll have plenty of opportunities to get revenge on Ran Mouri in the future.

If she stays here and waits for the enemy to appear, she will die!

As for the original idea, it has been completely forgotten.

She turned sharply, no longer holding onto the stairwell, and decisively retreated to the depths of the second floor.

However, just as she rounded the corner, a figure emerged from the shadows of the wall, carrying an almost tangible sense of oppression, and blocked her path.

The moonlight slanted in through the broken window at the end of the corridor, outlining the man's neat short hair and upright figure.

Her face was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly, but the dark muzzle of the gun was instantly pointed at her.

Danger!

boom--

Gunshots exploded violently in the confined space, deafeningly loud! Hot bullets tore through the air and hurtled towards them!

Fryward's pupils contracted sharply. Her intuition, honed through countless brushes with death, surpassed her thinking. She suddenly twisted and dodged around the corner to the side!

The bullet grazed her shoulder, the scorching air burning her skin, tearing her clothes and leaving a trail of blood on her shoulder. A burning, stinging pain instantly followed.

Almost simultaneously, she swung her gun, sending bullets whistling towards the area in the corridor where the silhouette under the moonlight was located!

Without the slightest hesitation or concern about whether he had hit the target, Fryward decisively retreated, speeding back towards the stairwell he had come from!

Her intuition told her that the woman on the second floor was dangerous, and it would be very unwise to continue fighting her on the second floor.

So, only the first floor is left!

Koniak was tied up with her mission and had no time to spare. She couldn't believe that Ran Mouri could have such a capable companion!

She moved with incredible speed, reaching the top of the stairs in a few steps, grabbing the handrail of the curved staircase, and leaping down from the second floor.

The moment he landed, a side kick, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, swept over him.

Fryward's pupils contracted sharply, and in his haste, he could only barely raise his arm to block.

boom!

The heavy force slammed into his forearm, causing the bones to groan under the strain, and the pistol flew out of his hand.

The force sent Fryward flying backward, crashing heavily into the living room display cabinet.

The cabinet tipped over, scattering its ceramic ornaments and books all over the floor, dust floating in the dim light.

In a corner of the living room, a digital clock emitted a dim, eerie green light. In this faint glow, Flaward made out the attacker before him.

Ran Mouri was still dressed the same as she had been that morning, her long hair flying behind her as she moved, and her gentle eyes were now fixed on her.

The oppressive aura emanating from him was no less than that of the woman on the second floor!

“Ran Mouri!” Flaward spat out the name through gritted teeth. “I really underestimated you!”

The excruciating pain spread from my forearm to my whole body, but even more intense was the fury of being fooled and driven to desperation.

Upon seeing this face, all pretense and mockery crumbled, leaving only the most primal killing intent.

Fryward's ferocity was completely ignited, and his adrenaline surged.

Before she could regain her balance, she grabbed a heavy metal bookend with her left hand and hurled it at Ran Mouri's face!

At the same time, his left leg swept towards Ran Mouri's supporting ankle, the attack was vicious, continuous, and without reservation.

Ran Mouri's eyes narrowed slightly as she turned her head to avoid the flying book block. She then leaped lightly into the air, using the momentum of her fall to strike directly at Fryward's shoulder and neck with her right leg!

Fryward retreated hastily, barely dodging the fierce slash. He then grabbed a hardwood picture frame lying on the ground, its edges sharp, and used it as a short blade to stab at Ran Mouri's waist and abdomen!

Instead of retreating, Ran Mouri advanced, dodging the thrust while grabbing Fryward's wrist and twisting it sharply backward.

A crisp snapping sound rang out, and ignoring the pain in his arm, Fryward suddenly exerted force with his waist and abdomen, kicking Ran Mouri hard in the abdomen with both legs.

Ran Mouri let out a muffled groan and staggered backward.

In the brief moment that the distance widened, Fryward pulled out another gun from his person.

Just as she pulled the trigger—

"puff!"

A gunshot rang out from the top of the stairs! It was Bai Yu! She had reached the edge of the second-floor staircase, her gun steadily spitting out flashes of fire!

The bullet struck Fryward precisely in the left forearm of his gun-wielding hand!

The sudden, sharp pain and impact still made Flaward's left hand tremble, but she still gripped the gun tightly.

Ran Mouri's chest heaved violently as she assumed a karate defensive stance, staring intently at Flaward.

Bai Yu did not continue firing. With both of his arms crippled, Fred had lost the ability to continue firing.

Seeing that the two had paused their attack, Fryward curled a mocking smile.

She gripped the almost uncontrollable gun, her body swaying like a torn sail in a storm, yet she still struggled, slowly lifting herself up until she stood up, albeit unsteadily.

The living room's floor-to-ceiling window had a large hole in it, and the curtains were being blown high by the sea breeze.

The moonlight shone through, outlining her appearance at that moment.

One arm hung limply, like a broken puppet part; on the other arm, blood gushed from the bullet wound, meandering down the pale arm and quickly soaking through the sleeve.

The red was strikingly bright, flowing and gathering in the dim light, dripping onto the light-colored carpet on the floor, spreading into ever-expanding dark flowers.

Severe pain, blood loss, dizziness... a jumble of sensations assaulted her.

Fryward knew that she could not leave here today.

She stared intently at Ran Mouri, her gaze seemingly trying to pierce through her skin and peer into the deepest recesses of her soul.

Blood dripped from her fingertips, her voice hoarse, yet carrying an almost admiring, chilling calm:

"Ran Mouri...who...who are you?"

Ran Mouri stood there quietly, moonlight streaming in through the broken window behind her, outlining a cold silhouette around her.

Her gaze was like the frozen surface of a lake at night, clearly reflecting Flaward's current predicament and stubbornness.

After a moment of silence, she spoke:

"You can call me Agate."

"agate……?"

Fryward paused for a moment, then a huge and absurd realization swept over him.

She first chuckled softly, her shoulders shaking, and then her laughter grew louder and louder.

"Ha...hahaha...what a beautiful agate!!"

That woman, who was so skilled and subdued her in just a few moves, was actually the little girlfriend that Koniak had been carefully protecting behind her, and whom she, Freward, regarded as someone she could easily manipulate!

"Hehehe, they all thought you were just an ordinary high school student... They've really been completely fooled by you and Koniak..."

The laughter gradually subsided, turning into a long sigh filled with complex emotions.

"It's not unfair... I lost to you, it's not unfair of me to lose."

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to have exhausted her last bit of strength, her body swayed, and she collapsed to the ground.

Blood quickly seeped out beneath her, a horrifying sight.

With astonishing will, she slowly and laboriously raised her blood-stained hand again and pressed it against her heart.

Realizing what she was about to do, Ran Mouri's pupils contracted slightly, and her body almost uncontrollably took half a step forward.

But then, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Fryward looked up at her; although she was in terrible condition, her eyes shone with an astonishing light.

"You win, but I will only die by my own hand."

boom--

Gunshots rang out, and blood splattered everywhere.

Chapter 545 She Has Changed

Fryward died, in front of Ran Mouri.

An uncontrollable urge to vomit surged from her chest; Ran Mouri felt like throwing up.

This wasn't the first time she had witnessed someone die; in fact, she had seen many deaths in Qingze's memory... but this was the first time she had done nothing when she could have saved her.

She took two steps back and leaned against the wall, trembling slightly.

Noticing that something was wrong with her, Bai Yu rushed over.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

Ran Mouri shook her head and used the wall for support to prop herself up.

"I am fine."

Bai Yu checked her over and, after confirming that she had no external injuries, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why don't you go out and rest for a bit? I'll take care of things here."

Fryward's body doesn't need to be removed; it can be left here for the police to find. But the hair, footprints, bullets, and other things they left behind absolutely cannot be left here.

As for fingerprints... they were wearing gloves.

Ran Mouri nodded, and somewhat dazedly walked out of the villa to the beach.

The sea breeze, carrying the salty and cold memories, enveloped her.

She walked step by step toward the beach, toward the dark sea that stretched endlessly into the night.

The sand beneath our feet was rough and the sea breeze was damp and cold.

She gazed at the deeper darkness where the sea met the sky in the distance, listening to the unchanging sound of the tides.

The last gunshot fired by Fryward still seemed to echo faintly in my ears.

The splattered blood, along with the crimson of Qingze Laboratory in his memory, and his desperate figure as he walked into the sea... countless fragmented images and feelings mingled together, surging and colliding.

She felt neither the ease of victory nor the satisfaction of eliminating the threat.

There was only a deep, chilling weariness and a desolate sense of loss.

She has changed.

If it were the old Ran Mouri, the girl who grew up in the sunshine of Beika Town, who firmly believed in the sanctity of life, and who would rush to the aid of strangers in danger without hesitation...

She would do everything in her power to stop her death, even if the other party was an enemy, even if the hope was slim.

She couldn't bear to watch a life slip away before her eyes.

But just now, she was just watching.

Nothing was done.

When did it start?

Has he personally experienced too many life-or-death conspiracies?

Have you experienced the inhuman despair and madness in Qingze's memories?

Is it the realization that in this shadowy world, the cost of "survival" and "protection" is sometimes far more cruel than imagined?