Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

He quickly picked up his detective badge and tried to contact them, but no matter how he called, there was silence and no sound came through.

The same applies to eyeglasses.

He picked up his phone and called Ayumi's parents. Hearing their anxious voices on the other end of the line, his heart sank to the bottom.

The cold winter wind blows in from all directions, seeping into the collar, the cuffs, and every crevice.

He stood in the wind, his hand holding the phone slowly dropping to his sides.

They were too late for the lab; Haibara was taken away... Ayumi, Genta, Mitsuhiko—he didn't give them much advice, and they were also arrested...

He always seems to fall behind, and he keeps hurting the people around him...

A heavy sense of powerlessness enveloped me, spreading through my limbs and bones, making even breathing difficult.

Yusaku Kudo did not watch Detective Conan.

He looked up at the moon in the sky.

The crescent moon was curved and hazy, as if veiled, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

He tried to threaten Dao Yi with mutual destruction. But Dao Yi simply said, "Those three children are in my hands," and all his chips were thrown back.

At times like these, it comes down to who is more ruthless, who is more willing to sacrifice, and who is more willing to put their life on the table as a bargaining chip.

Theft One, Theft One, you're so cruel...

How did Chapter 615 end in destruction?

Qingze tapped the steering wheel lightly, his gaze fixed on the direction of Asada Hospital.

It's been a while since the explosion at Base One. And there's been no news from the hospital.

Last time, he gave Ai Haibara a high concentration of catalyst in the lollipop; if it reacted with certain special chemical reagents in the lab, it would trigger an explosion. According to the plan, the hospital would explode at the same time as Base One.

Once the FBI gets the address, they'll rush in and rescue Ai Haibara amidst the chaos.

But what's the situation now?

He opened his phone's location tracking app, and a signal point was moving steadily toward the coastline.

"Tsk."

As expected. Kuroba Toichi wasn't so easy to deal with. He guessed that Kuroba was going to cause trouble and took Sherry away beforehand.

The hospital didn't panic at all; all his preparations were for nothing.

A slight smile curved his lips.

"However, I don't only have one plan A."

His gaze returned to the moving signal point.

He left the hospital at 11:00 AM, stopped for fifteen minutes at a secluded spot around noon, and then continued walking towards the coastline. Fifteen minutes. What was at that spot? What was he doing there for fifteen minutes?

He started the car and drove towards that location.

The car was parked beside a dark grove of trees.

Deep in the woods, there was a villa with its lights off. The villa looked quite ordinary.

Qingze scaled the wall and landed silently. He pushed open the unlocked side door and went inside.

It was very empty inside. It didn't look like a place for people to live; it looked more like a sanatorium.

There were traces of medical equipment in the corridor, and the air was filled with the heavy smell of medicine and disinfectant, as if it had been solidified for decades.

He walked down the corridor. The stairs led to the basement, where the lights were dim and grew increasingly dark.

At the deepest part of the basement is a special hospital room.

An old man was lying in the hospital bed.

Skin and bones, sunken eyes, high cheekbones—he looked like a dried-out specimen. The oxygen tube had been pulled off his mask and dangled beside the bed, still emitting a faint hissing sound.

He is dead.

Beside him, an old man lay on the ground, a gaping hole in his chest, the blood drained away. A katana lay beside him, its blade still stained with blood.

Qingze stood by the hospital bed, looking at that withered face.

Karasuma Renya. That old monster who lived for countless years, that person who treated countless people as expendable resources and the entire organization as a life-extending tool—is dead.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up, looking somewhat eerie in the dim light.

"What's this? Your grandson pulled out your oxygen tube?"

"Your family, the elders treat the younger generation like experimental materials, and the younger generation doesn't even treat the elders like human beings. You're really too unfilial."

He made a few sarcastic remarks, then pulled a bomb from his pocket and threw it aside.

A moment later, he carried a gas tank to the villa entrance, unscrewed the cap, and poured gasoline on the porch, windows, and base of the wall.

Gasoline flowed in the night, gleaming with a dim light, trickling down the steps and seeping into the grass.

The gas tank was empty. He tossed it aside, pulled a lollipop from his pocket, tore off the wrapper, and popped it into his mouth.

He took out a gasoline lighter, lit it, and threw it away.

The moment the flame landed on the pool of gasoline, the entire villa seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.

Flames leaped up from the porch, climbed up the wall, burst through the windows, and sprang out from the roof.

Thick smoke billowed upwards, accompanied by explosions, turning half the sky a dark red.

Qingze leaned against the car, a lollipop in his mouth, watching the firelight.

Burn it. Burn that old man to ashes, burn him until nothing is left.

He stood there for a long time, so long that the lollipop was finished, leaving only a bare stick.

Then, he threw the sugar stick into the fire with a forceful throw, opened the car door, and got in.

The phone screen was lit up; the location signal had reached the coast.

He glanced at it, started the car, and drove into the night.

The villa behind us was still burning, the flames growing smaller and smaller as they receded into the distance.

......

The car was parked at the alley entrance, and five people sat inside, none of them speaking.

The streetlights outside the window cast a dim yellow light, leaving several blurry streaks on the car window.

After reading the message on his phone, Shuichi Akai broke the silence:

"We just received news that the organization's base has been bombed. The vast majority of codenamed members are dead. Japanese police have launched a simultaneous raid, and the organization's influence in Japan has been completely wiped out."

The carriage was silent for a moment.

"So fast? Complete annihilation?" Conan's voice came from the back seat, carrying an unreal, hollow quality.

That's it... complete destruction?

The behemoth that he had chased for so long, hated for so long, and thought would take many more years to shake, has just been destroyed?

He hasn't done anything yet.

He didn't even have a clue how big the organization was, how many people it had, or how many strongholds it had...

That's it... complete destruction?

“Hmm.” Shuichi Akai’s voice was flat. “However, Gin, Koniak, Vermouth and the others have not been captured yet.”

Conan's fingers tightened on his knee.

They're alive. Those people are still alive.

The person he had been chasing the longest, the one he most wanted to catch, Gin, was still alive and had not yet been captured.

“Toichi is alive, and key figures like Gin haven’t been captured.” Yusaku Kudo shook his head. “The organization can’t be considered destroyed; it’s just gone into hiding.”

“That’s right.” Sera Mary nodded, her voice heavy with suppressed emotion. “We didn’t get the antidote, and our bodies haven’t recovered. What kind of victory is that?”

The air inside the car seemed to sink again.

The streetlights outside the window flickered, as if due to unstable voltage. The sound of police sirens drifted in from afar, growing louder before fading away.

Conan leaned back in the back seat, staring at the roof of the car.

Haibara is in the hands of Toichi Kuroba. Ayumi, Genta, and Mitsuhiko are also in the hands of Toichi Kuroba.

Where is Kuroba Toichi...?

And then there's Kaito Kuroba, the second-generation Phantom Thief Kid... Do you know that your father has become like this?

“The next question is,” Shuichi Akai’s voice came from the front seat, “how to find them.”

Yusaku Kudo didn't answer. He took out his phone, turned on the screen, and looked at the number in his contacts that had no name but belonged to Koniak.

He wasn't sure if Koniak would still answer his calls after the organization was declared destroyed, but he wanted to try anyway.

He pressed the dial button and held the phone to his ear.

The familiar voice came through the receiver, as always with a hint of mockery: "Looks like we couldn't save anyone."

The carriage was so quiet that the sound leaked from the phone, and every word was crystal clear.

Shuichi Akai's fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.

Yusaku Kudo sighed, his voice filled with barely suppressed exhaustion: "We were a step too late. She's been taken away."

If Koniak had given them the location sooner, Haibara would never have been taken away. But there are no "what ifs" in life.

"That's none of my business." The voice on the other end of the phone remained lazy, as if it had no intention of helping anymore. "I've already given you the location."

“Brandy is still alive.” Kudo Yusaku paused. “The BOSS is still alive.”

Koniak chuckled briefly, a laugh that carried an indescribable meaning.

“The boss is dead.” He spoke as if correcting a common-sense error. “His good grandson pulled the plug himself.”

Silence fell over the carriage once again.

Conan was bewildered.

BOSS, Karasuma Renya is dead too?

The person who was hiding in the shadows and controlling everything, whom he had never even met... just died like that?

"Gin, along with Vodka and Cohen, is leaving Japan by ship," Koniak's voice came through the receiver again, tinged with amusement. "Don't blame me for not warning you."

He paused, and the slight smile in his voice faded a bit.

"Alright, I've given you so much information, I've done more than enough."

The receiver carried the sounds of wind and waves crashing against the shore.

His voice trailed off, becoming as soft as if it had been blown away by the wind.

"After tomorrow, we'll probably never see each other again."

Chapter 616 What does he mean by this?

The phone hangs up.

Silence fell over the car again.

Conan frowned as he listened to the words that were mixed with the sound of waves and wind.

What does he mean by that?

Are you planning to leave Japan? Or... leave this world?

He remembered Koniak's melancholy departing figure in the snow that day...

Lonely, alienated, melancholic...

His intuition told him it was most likely the latter.

The thought of the latter possibility immediately made him anxious. "Dad, let's go to the beach quickly!"

Although it's unclear exactly where Kokniak is, you can always find it by following the coastline!