Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Gunshots.

Whiskey's body stiffened, and he looked down at the bloody hole in his chest. The knife slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground. He knelt down, fell, and never moved again.

Karasuma Renya watched this scene with no expression on his face.

Kuroba Touichi walked to the bedside and reached out his hand.

He grasped the oxygen tube.

Karasuma Renya looked at him.

In those cloudy eyes, there was no fear, no pleading, only an indescribable calm.

"Live well," he said, his voice as soft as a falling ash. "See for me what this world will become."

Kuroba Toichi's hand paused for a moment.

He looked at the man who had once controlled everything, the man who had made him "Brandy".

Then he pulled out the oxygen tube.

The instrument's alarm suddenly sounded.

Karasuma Renya's eyes were still open, staring at the ceiling. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Kuroba Touichi stood there, watching the ripples grow weaker and flatter.

Finally, it becomes a straight line.

Chapter 610 The ship is finally sinking

A car was parked on a secluded side road.

In the distance, a few streetlights flickered in the cold wind.

Fiano sat in the passenger seat, leaning back and looking in the rearview mirror.

There was a person lying in the back seat—Ai Haibara.

She was curled up in her chair, still wearing her lab coat, her eyes closed, unconscious. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes sunken, her lips cracked, and even in her unconscious state, her brows were furrowed, as if she were tormented by some nightmare.

Beside him, a blond man with a spider tattoo on his left eye sat in the driver's seat.

He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other twirling a butterfly knife. The blade flashed coldly in the darkness from time to time, making a crisp "click" sound as it opened and closed.

Fiano glanced at him, then turned his head to look at the villa in front of him.

The villa was hidden in the darkness, without any lights on, like a lurking wild beast.

Just a short while ago, the man got out of the car and walked into the villa.

Fiano gazed at the dark villa, his thoughts drifting back to an hour earlier.

......

An hour ago, the research institute was operating as usual.

The cold white light poured down from above, illuminating every corner without leaving any room to hide.

The hum of the instruments echoed in the enclosed space, like a never-ending buzzing of a bee.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and coffee, with an indescribable sense of decay.

He came out of the restroom and walked towards the counter.

He stood at the control panel, his fingers slowly tapping on the keyboard. The screen began to flicker, its cold white light reflecting on his face and illuminating his glasses.

He looked at the experimental records above, at the fast-forwarded video recordings, and at the faces of people struggling and in pain.

One. Another. And yet another...

The white light obscured the emotions in his eyes, leaving only his expressionless face and taut jawline.

The lines were as hard as stone, and the masseter muscles were slightly bulging, as if they were biting something hard.

After a long while, he turned off the video.

He stood up, looked around the laboratory, and finally stopped in front of the server that stored all the data to check it.

Not long after, he turned around to check on the progress of the various researchers.

The laboratory door slid open from both sides, and two figures walked in.

Upon seeing that person, Fiano's pupils contracted slightly.

The next instant, the slight contraction of the pupils was replaced by just the right amount of surprise.

Kuroba Toichi's gaze fell directly on him.

"Fiano, how's it going?"

“Sir,” Fiano bowed slightly, “we’ve already iterated to 4872, but it still needs more time…”

Kuroba Toichi frowned slightly. His gaze passed over Fiano and landed on the small figure in the corner.

Ai Haibara sat in front of the lab table, listening to the address and staring at the face, somewhat bewildered and dazed.

The spider behind him walked straight past.

He stood before Shirley, bowing slightly. The spider tattoo on his left eye stood out starkly under the cold white light, as if it had come to life.

Ai Haibara met those eyes, and then began to tremble.

Fear suddenly surged in those tired eyes, and her body went limp, sliding off the chair like a rag doll whose strength had been drained.

The spider reached out and caught her, its movement as light as catching a falling feather.

"Check her body," Kuroba Touichi said.

"Yes."

The spider's hand reached into her lab coat pocket and quickly checked her over, then pried open her mouth.

There was nothing there.

Kuroba nodded, looked at the other researchers still busy in the laboratory, and softened his tone.

"Go and rest. Don't ruin your health."

The researchers were stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. Some put down the test tubes, some turned off the screen, and some rubbed their sore necks.

They walked out one after another, their faces showing relief.

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

The research room fell silent, with only four people remaining.

Kuroba Touichi looked at Fiano.

"Take the existing drug A and all the research data. Follow me."

Fiano adjusted his glasses, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Now?"

"Now."

Fiano paused for a second.

Then he shrugged helplessly.

"alright."

Fiano shrugged helplessly and walked towards the main unit.

He glanced discreetly at the inconspicuous progress bar in the lower right corner of the screen and began disassembling the hard drive.

A minute later, he put the hard drive into the mask inside his white coat and picked up the locked box in the cabinet.

"Let's go."

As his memories returned, Fiano looked at the spider with the pure curiosity of a researcher.

"How did you knock Shirley unconscious?"

The spider glanced at him, its posture as haughty as a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

"Haven't you heard of my name?"

Fiano adjusted his glasses.

"you are?"

The spider rolled its eyes and snapped the butterfly knife shut.

“Gunter von Goldberg II. The most outstanding illusionist. Also known as ‘The Spider.’” He said, emphasizing each word. “Don’t be ignorant.”

Fiano's eyes suddenly lit up.

It's that gleam unique to researchers when they encounter a new topic—focused, burning, and with a touch of excitement that disregards the occasion.

"An illusionist?" He leaned forward slightly. "So, you used illusion magic to knock her unconscious? What are the principles behind illusion magic? What medium is used to achieve it? Is it visual manipulation or neural interference? Does it require any auxiliary tools?"

The spider stared at him, then rolled its eyes even further after two seconds.

"No comment!"

Fiano opened his mouth, as if to ask something else.

The car door was opened.

A cold wind blew in.

A person dressed in black sat in the back seat, bringing with them a damp night dew and a faint smell of gunpowder.

"Let's go."

Fiano swallowed back the questions he hadn't asked.

He glanced at the back seat in the rearview mirror. Kuroba Touichi was leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed, his fair and clean hands folded on his lap, and his face expressionless.

The car started moving slowly.

Fiano looked at those hands for a while, then turned his head to look at the face hidden in the darkness.

Where are we going?

Kuroba Toichi did not open his eyes.

You'll know when you get there.

Fiano paused for a second.

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at the dark villa.

The villa sat quietly in the night, without a trace of light or sound.

The windows were dark, like pairs of closed eyes.

No one knows what happened inside, and no one will ever know that the captain of a giant ship once lay there.

The captain died at the hands of his first mate.

The seawater was silently washing over the deck.

This cruise ship, which has been sailing for seventy years, is finally going to sink.

The black car turned the corner, its taillights flashing twice in the night before disappearing completely into the darkness.

Chapter 612: The conventional approach can no longer be used.

The night was as thick as ink that couldn't be dissolved. A car was parked in an alley 200 meters away, the engine off and the headlights off.

The five people sat in the car, and no one spoke.

The streetlights outside the window cast dim yellow light, leaving a few blurry streaks on the car window before being swallowed by darkness.

Yusaku Kudo sat in the driver's seat, holding his phone. The last message on the screen was from Koniak—it contained only an address and a access code.

Shuichi Akai leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed on the building outside the window. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were constantly moving, scanning from the first floor to the top floor, then across the surroundings, quickly memorizing the terrain by referring to the satellite map on his phone.

Sera Mari sat in the passenger seat, and so did the others.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Yukiko Kudo asked, her voice low, perhaps sensing the somewhat silent atmosphere.