Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"The port area outposts have been cleared."

"Shinjuku base cleared."

"A batch of documents has been discovered at the Shibuya base and are being sorted out."

"Night Cherry Blossom Club..."

He read through them one by one, his face expressionless.

He had been lying low for years and preparing for months, all for this day.

For today's encirclement and suppression.

The operation was successful; the codenamed members were basically gone, and the remaining ordinary members were either dead or captured.

But he felt no joy; instead, he felt a sense of melancholy.

He finally brought down the organization, but his friend, the friend who had gone undercover with him, was already gone...

Messages kept pouring in. He put away his phone and looked up at the building.

Firefighters are battling the blaze. High-pressure water jets swirl in arcs, striking the still-burning window frames with a hissing sound. Thick smoke billows upwards, starkly visible in the night.

The explosion has subsided.

The fire is almost out.

Rei Furuya stood there, motionless. The cold wind blew into his collar, but he didn't feel it.

The fire was extinguished completely in no time.

He led a few people into the ruins.

The door was gone. The window was gone. Large patches of plaster had peeled off the walls on both sides of the corridor, revealing the charred bricks underneath. Underfoot was a thick layer of ash, soft and yielding, indistinguishable as charred wood or something else.

The air was filled with a pungent smell—the acrid odor of burning, mixed with some indescribable chemical odor.

Several corpses were scattered around, some unrecognizable as human, others still in the posture of fleeing.

He avoided those and looked toward the conference room.

According to Koniak, all the codenamed members are meeting here tonight, without exception.

The conference room door was leaning to one side. He stepped over and stood in the doorway.

The inside is completely unrecognizable.

The remains of a dozen or so black sofas lay scattered against the wall, the leather burned down to just charred frames.

Everything that was hanging on the wall was gone. The documents, the maps, the things that this group once regarded as gospel, had all turned to ashes, which covered the floor in a thick layer.

He took a step forward and stepped on something soft.

Bow down.

It is a hand.

Charred, curled up, it emerged from a pile of wreckage.

Rei Furuya stared at the hand for two seconds, then looked away and continued walking inside.

He saw Graba. The head of the North American branch, the man who had appeared countless times in intelligence reports. Now he lay slumped at the doorway, one hand outstretched, in the posture of a dying man's struggle.

The face was no longer recognizable; only the outline of the charred suit could be barely discerned.

Then there were Porter, Suntory, and many more people he couldn't recognize.

All those code names are lying here.

They turned into a pile of charred, unrecognizable corpses.

He walked around the base and confirmed that there were no survivors left.

Those places that should have been used to store documents and computers were given special attention, and nothing was left behind.

Rei Furuya stepped out and took a deep breath.

There was still a burnt smell in the air, but it was much better than inside.

His subordinate came up to him and handed him a bottle of water.

He took it and asked, "What's the situation with the Mori Detective Agency?"

The subordinate paused for a moment.

"We went there as you instructed."

"Then?"

"There's no one inside. Kogoro Mouri, Eri Kisaki, and Ran Mouri are all gone."

Rei Furuya remained silent for a second.

"understood."

Koniak was prepared and would not give him the chance to use Mori Ran to control him.

He turned on the water tap and took a sip.

The water was very cold, so cold it felt like it was tingling.

But this coldness made him even more lucid.

This is not the end, but the beginning of another phase.

Koniak, Gin, Vermouth, the Boss... and Drug A...

Chapter 614 You're So Cruel

The black car drove along the quiet road.

Kuroba Toichi sat in the back seat, closing his eyes and pretending to doze off.

Ahead lay the dark coastline, and behind, the city lights receded into the distance.

He opened his eyes and glanced back.

The flames still roared, illuminating half the sky in the far distance. Such a commotion must have prompted the police and FBI, who had been monitoring the organization, to take action.

With the organization's fate sealed, this great ship has utterly sunk.

He glanced at the unconscious Ai Haibara beside him, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

Organizations were not important to him. He was never a power-hungry person.

There was only one thing he cared about—to stay young forever.

As long as Shirley is alive, and as long as drug A is available, the research can continue. One day, he will achieve that result.

However, leaving the organization will inevitably slow down the research progress. There's nothing that can be done about it.

The organization's power structure was too chaotic. With Rum's death, it practically came to a standstill. He spent several days sorting things out, trying to untangle the mess and get the ship moving again. However, a leaky ship is doomed to sink unless it undergoes a complete overhaul. He didn't have the time.

Too many people have their eyes on the organization. And the people within the organization all have their own agendas.

Especially Koniak.

As a tamer, he always knew that Koniak had never been tamed.

He was merely pretending. Pretending to be obedient, pretending to be what they wanted him to be. His hatred never disappeared, his loathing never ceased.

In this tug-of-war between taming and being tamed, he won.

They couldn't do anything about him, so he had those three years of rest.

As he predicted, the great ship of organization capsized in Koniak's hands.

Gin is a shrewd and astute man. He certainly won't go down with this ship.

Vermouth knows the most and is the clearest about which way the wind will blow. She will stand by and watch.

Rather than staying on this sinking ship, it's better to leave and disappear into the darkness.

This is the safest and most reliable approach.

Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

He glanced at the caller ID for a moment, then answered the phone.

Kuroba Toichi's voice was as gentle as ever, without any hint of emotion: "What's the matter so late?"

Yusaku Kudo stood at the hospital entrance, phone in hand. A cold wind blew into his collar, but he didn't feel it.

"The first thief," he said, his voice low and tense, "is still not too late to turn back now."

Kuroba Touichi chuckled softly. The laughter was short and soft, as if he were listening to a child say something innocent.

"Oh?"

The last syllable rose slightly, carrying a hint of playfulness and something indescribable.

Yusaku Kudo's fingers tightened on his phone.

You think I'm joking?

"No." Kuroba Toichi's voice remained calm. "I was just wondering when you started to become so naive."

Yusaku Kudo did not answer. He looked into the deep night, his voice as somber as the darkness itself.

"Dao Yi, I don't want to use a lose-lose approach."

Kuroba Toichi laughed again. This time, there was something more to his laughter.

"A lose-lose situation?" he repeated. "Tell me about it."

"I'll reveal your relationship with Aptx4869." Kudo Yusaku's voice was unusually decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Kuroba Toichi, who had been leaning back in his chair, leaned forward, but his voice remained perfectly normal: "Go public? Are you sure?"

"That's why I say it's a lose-lose situation." Kudo Yusaku tightened his grip on his phone.

This is the last resort.

Once it's made public, Shinichi will become a lab rat, never to see the light of day again.

However, similarly, Kuroba Toichi, Kuroba Kaito, Kuroba Chikage... all those associated with Kuroba Toichi will face global scrutiny and pursuit.

Even if he can disguise himself, he can't hide for long.

Kuroba Toichi's fingers tightened, but his tone remained unchanged, even carrying a hint of a smile: "Hehe... You can choose to go public, and so can I. With the allure of Aptx, countless people will want to get a piece of the pie."

“Even if you make it public, you won’t get the results you want.” Kudo Yusaku’s voice turned cold. “You will only become a test subject.”

Kuroba Touichi glanced at the unconscious Sherry beside him, his eyes deep. His expression remained unchanged, but he laughed, a laugh that carried a chilling undertone.

"It seems you know more than I thought." He paused. "So, were you aware that your son's friends haven't come home yet at this hour?"

Kudo Yusaku's pupils suddenly contracted.

"You arrested them?!"

"I'm just inviting them over as guests." Kuroba Toichi's tone was casual, as if he were talking about a trivial matter. "Of course, if some people do something irrational, it's uncertain whether the guests will be alright."

A deep sadness welled up in Yusaku Kudo's eyes.

“Dao Yi,” his voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing something, “when did you become like this?”

Kuroba Touichi leaned back in his chair and looked at the moon in the sky. The moon was very dim tonight, a crescent moon, hazy and indistinct.

"Perhaps... it's after dying once."

In the passenger seat, Fiano looked at the people in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

His face was expressionless, but his fists were clenched tightly at his sides, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Yusaku Kudo hung up the phone and stood there motionless.

The phone screen had gone dark, but he was still holding it, as if he hadn't realized the call had ended.

A cold wind blew in from the direction of the hospital, carrying the pungent smell of disinfectant that made one's throat tighten.

"Dad!" Conan's voice came from behind, filled with suppressed anxiety.

He heard it! He heard that Ayumi Mitsuhiko and Genta had been arrested!