Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

He didn't know how to face that person, the person he had once regarded as a role model and a source of faith...

But after learning what he had done, he could not stand idly by.

So he came here.

……

The manual hydraulic pump was pulled down, and the sea valve opened silently in the dark depths of the sea. Qingze slid in through the narrow passage.

As the seawater filled the container and the water pressure gradually balanced, the front cover slowly flipped inward.

A narrow gap, just wide enough for one person to pass through sideways, was revealed. It was dark inside, with only a faint emergency indicator light emitting a cold glow.

Qingze entered, flipped over and landed on the ground, kneeling on one knee on the metal floor, seawater gushing down his body.

Looking around, he stood up, casually removed his wig, revealing a head of equally white hair underneath.

The pale white light from the incandescent bulb cast a bluish glow on people's faces, and on the soaking wet body, made him look like a water ghost coming to claim his life.

that's the truth.

He came here to take lives.

Kaito Kuroba looked at him, his emotions complex and difficult to conceal.

This person wants to kill his own father, and he is actually helping him.

"only you?"

"Otherwise what?" Qingze retorted.

Kaito Kuroba wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth, he ultimately said nothing.

Qingze pulled two Glock pistols from his waist, shook off the water, checked the magazines, and walked forward without looking back.

“Here’s a suggestion,” his voice drifted from the front, “Get out of this submarine within fifteen minutes.”

Kaito watched his retreating figure and suddenly spoke:

"Besides Ai Haibara, there are three other children on this submarine."

Qingze paused, then turned around. His scarlet eyes appeared even more unfathomable under the stark white light, like two glowing embers.

"so what?"

Kaito pursed his lips and didn't answer. Aozawa looked at him for two seconds, then looked away and continued walking forward.

The corridor was narrow, and Qingze's boots made a splashing sound with each step on the floor, which carried far in the enclosed space.

He made no attempt to conceal his presence, acting as if he were at home, his gaze calmly sweeping over the entire environment.

The surveillance camera overhead was pointing directly at him, its red light flashing like a pair of invisible eyes.

Qingze stopped, looked up at the camera, and slowly curved his lips into a bright smile.

"Hello, dear Brandy. Are you happy to see me?"

Kuroba Toichi calmly looked at the face on the surveillance screen.

Those scarlet eyes looked at him through the screen, a bright smile on their faces, as if they were talking about something very pleasant.

He held the coin in his hand, his thumb slowly rubbing the edge.

After watching for a while, he sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"My old rival, Yusaku, didn't beat me," he said softly, his tone carrying an ambiguous meaning. "But you, you were a step ahead of me..."

His gaze fell on another surveillance screen. There, Ai Haibara was leading three children running towards the life pod.

Four children held hands as they walked through the narrow corridor.

Kuroba looked for two seconds, then reached out and pressed the alarm.

A piercing shriek instantly echoed throughout the entire submarine.

Chapter 618 Your father died eight years ago

Qingze raised his gun.

With a bang, the camera exploded, shards flew down, and a spark flashed in the darkness.

The corridor was half dark, with only the distant lights still on, casting a stark white glow on the straight metal passageway.

Heavy footsteps approached quickly, growing louder as they drew nearer.

Qingze pulled out a grenade, shook off the water, and threw it directly around the corner from which the sound came.

The clanging of metal was particularly noticeable inside the submarine, mixed with screams of terror and sounds of frantic escape.

boom!

The explosion was amplified countless times in the confined space, shaking the entire corridor. Qingze continued walking towards the corner without stopping.

Amidst the flames and thick smoke, the sound of bullets whistling through the air could be heard.

boom!

The bullet struck the back of the head of the person who was turning around and running away.

His forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, and he collapsed forward, blood gushing out and staining the ground red.

With a blank expression, Qingze walked past the bodies of those killed in the explosion, past the man groaning in pain before the grenade, raised his hand, and shot him, ending his suffering.

He walked past the corpses and continued forward.

The red lights flashed, and the alarm sounded like a death knell, carrying an extreme sense of oppressive panic.

Sparks flew from the submachine gun as bullets hurtled towards him. Qingze weaved through the gaps between the bullets, his movements so fast that they were too fast for the naked eye to follow; only a fleeting black shadow could be seen.

A bullet grazed his body, drawing blood, but he seemed oblivious, his speed undiminished.

Bang! Qingze raised his hand and fired, the bullet flew out, and another person died from the gun.

"Is this... even human?"

The guards, armed with submachine guns, were shocked and terrified.

How could someone dodge such fast and dense bullets? Especially in such a confined space.

Are we really in the same world?

Bang! A bloody hole appeared on his forehead, and his terrified expression was frozen in time.

The gunfire temporarily ceased. Qingze glanced at his bleeding left arm, completely unconcerned.

"Five now."

He glanced at the surveillance camera; the screen was physically black. He then continued walking forward.

Footsteps came from the end of the corridor, more frequent and heavier, at least seven or eight people.

His pace quickened abruptly, and his figure flashed, as fast as a shadow.

The boots made a sticky sound as they stepped into the pool of blood. Half a head peeked out from around the corner; he fired a shot, and the head retreated, leaving a pool of blood on the ground.

Before the person around the corner could react, bullets suddenly rained down.

One, two, three...

The bullets were incredibly accurate, as if they had eyes.

The remaining men reacted quickly, firing wildly forward. Bullets swept across the walls, the ground, and the ceiling, scattering metal fragments and concrete debris, filling the air with smoke.

Qingze didn't retreat; bullets flew over his head, under his armpits, and past his side...

One tear ripped his hem, one grazed his thigh, and one passed by his cheek, leaving a bright red line of blood on his cheekbone.

He neither dodged nor slowed down.

"Nine...ten..."

Qingze silently counted, like the Grim Reaper descending, reaping one life after another amidst a hail of bullets.

"Eleven."

The gunfire stopped, and he paused, glancing at himself in the reflection of the metal wall.

He had a lot of blood on him, some from bullets grazing him, but most of it was from the enemy.

He reached up and wiped the cut on his face. The cut was quite deep, and the blood flowing out stained half of his face red, making him look particularly terrifying.

"Tsk, he's disfigured. Luckily, she can't see it."

He muttered something, touched his hair, and the blood from his hand stained his hair, instantly turning his snow-white hair a red patch, making it look much more harmonious.

He walked past the corpses lying haphazardly, removed the empty magazine, replaced it with a new one, and continued forward.

The boots made a sticky sound as they stepped into the pool of blood, one step after another, going deeper and deeper.

Kaito Kuroba ran towards the escape pod at the stern of the submarine. The sound of bullets came from behind him, muffled and distant, like someone beating a drum from a great distance, several layers of bulkhead.

One, two, three. Each strike hit his heart.

He ran very fast, his footsteps echoing in the narrow corridor, mingling with the gunshots.

Halfway through the run, he stopped, stood still for two seconds, then turned and ran in the opposite direction.

He can't just leave like this; he has to go to the command center. That person must be in the command center.

At the very least, we should ask him why.

In the command center, Kuroba Toichi sat in a chair, looking at the monitor screen.

The screen is divided into several sections, some of which are already black, while others are still lit.

On the lit screens, you can see people lying in the corridor and blood splattered on the walls.

He watched Kaito walk through the passage, then turn around and head in his direction.

He looked at it for a while, then looked away. He looked down at the coin in his hand.

This is a special brass coin with a white dove engraved on it.

His thumb slowly rubbed the edge, which had been worn smooth and had a warm sheen.

This was given to him by Kaito when he was a child. Back then, Kaito was still young and somehow got hold of a coin, saying, "Dad, take this, it's a lucky charm."

He held onto it for over a decade.

He picked up the walkie-talkie beside him. "Spider, forget about Shirley and go to the aft auxiliary engine hatch."

Spider was taken aback. "Wasn't Koniak in the front cabin?"

“It’s not Koniak, it’s someone else.” Kuroba Dao paused for a moment. “Stop him, but don’t hurt him.”

The spider frowned.

What do you mean?

Soon, without needing explanation, he saw who had come.

Kaito Kuroba has shed his Fiano disguise. The young man's face is seven-tenths similar to Toichi Kuroba, but his temperament is completely different.

Upon seeing the spider, he stopped, assumed a wary stance, and pulled out his playing card gun.

The voice came through the earpiece again, "Send him to the escape pod, you can come with him too."

Spider's expression immediately changed. "Sir, what about you? Aren't you leaving?"

"No, it's come to this, I accept this ending."

Silence fell on the other end of the headset. Spider gripped his gun tightly, his face extremely grim.

"Young Master!" he gritted his teeth as he uttered the title, "It's you! It was you who brought Koniak here, ruining the Master's plans!"

"Don't call me that!" Kaito Kuroba was extremely disgusted by this form of address.

What young master?

This spider originally wanted to kill him, but now it's calling him "Young Master"?

nausea!

He flashed forward, and a spherical smoke grenade exploded at his feet. In the smoke, the playing card, accompanied by the sound of wind being cut, attacked the spider's wrist.

Spider wanted to fire, but he gritted his teeth, put the gun away, and used his body to block the narrow hatch.