Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

"Get out of the way!"

Kaito Kuroba let out a low shout, lunged sideways, and struck the spider's chest with his elbow.

Spider dodged with a shrug, his thick arm sweeping towards Kaito's waist at the same time. Kaito leaped back nimbly, a flash of cold light appearing at his fingertips, and two playing cards shot swiftly towards Kaito's face.

"Get out of the way!" Kaito Kuroba repeated.

Spider jerked his head to dodge the playing cards that were like hidden weapons. "Hmph, if the master doesn't want you to pass, you're not getting through today no matter what!"

"why?"

Kaito spun around to avoid the spider's outstretched arm, but his shoulder blade was struck heavily.

He stared at the surveillance camera flashing red, his jaw clenched tightly.

"Why!"

He knew he was looking here, he knew he could hear.

"Why!"

Why do such a thing! Why do you treat human life like it doesn't matter! Why did you become the person he hates most!

He had countless questions he wanted to ask, things he couldn't figure out, things he didn't understand!

I was hit in the abdomen, and acid reflux surged up.

Spiders held his hands in their grip, and he stared intently at the surveillance camera, his eyes bloodshot.

A sigh reached my ears, along with an incredibly familiar voice.

"Your father died eight years ago."

Tears welled up in his eyes without warning, and Kaito Kuroba felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck as his consciousness went dark.

Chapter 619 I Accept the Fact of Defeat

Qingze fought his way to the command center, almost covered in blood.

Standing in front of the command room, he shook the blood and water off his head, tucked his hair that was hanging down in front of his head back, and then kicked the door open.

Behind the door, Kuroba Touichi stood there, turning to look at him.

His gaze fell on Qingze's left arm and thigh, where blood was flowing continuously, yet he was unaffected.

He said with a sigh, "You were truly born to fight."

One man killed 20 of his heavily armed professional security guards.

This humanoid fighting machine is too cheating.

"That's really vulgar," Qingze sneered.

Kuroba Dao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Sorry."

"Are you being so polite because you're a magician?"

Kuroba Toichi seemed amused by Qingze's lame joke and chuckled again.

There was no trace of resentment or pain about the defeat in his expression; he was relaxed and natural, just like when he was facing a friend.

Qingze looked at Kuroba Touichi, at this man with a calm expression.

Despite all his plans being disrupted and facing a near-certain defeat, he remained calm and accepted everything with equanimity.

Qingze suddenly became very curious.

He walked into the command room and casually pulled up a chair to sit down.

How does it feel to have a loving father and a filial son?

Kuroba Toichi didn't quite understand, and it took him a second to realize what he meant.

He rubbed the coin in his hand and sighed, "That's terrible."

"I'm a little curious. You should have discovered your son's identity before he activated the sea valve, so why didn't you do anything?"

The sea valve isn't so easy to open. The submarine's surveillance system is everywhere, and it's impossible for Toichi Kuroba in the command room to be completely unaware of such activity.

Kuroba Toichi's gaze fell on the radar, where a cluster of red dots appeared, forming a wall that blocked the advancing sea.

"From the moment Kaito stepped onto the submarine, the countdown had already begun, hadn't it?"

He discovered it too late, and by the time he did, it was too late.

Since Koniak had orchestrated Kaito's plans, it was impossible for him to leave the Tokyo waters.

So he did nothing, watching Kaito emerge from the closed lounge, watching him disguise himself as a guard, distract the guards watching the children, release three children, and watch him open the sea valve and let Koniak in.

His movements were fluid and graceful, his responses were quick and agile, and he was at ease in this unknown submarine, no less capable than he had been in the past.

That child has grown up.

"You're quite clear-headed," Qingze remarked.

Kuroba Toichi is indeed a very strong opponent.

If it weren't for the card "Kaito Kuroba", he might have actually gotten away.

"Where's your son? Aren't you going to see him?"

Kuroba Touichi turned around and looked at the monitor. In the monitor, Spider was leading Kaito toward the escape pod.

“There’s nothing to see.” He said calmly.

"Hahahaha, you're so angry you don't want to see him now, right? Your own son ruined your plans, hahahaha, even God doesn't want you to have your way!"

Qingze laughed heartily.

How can losing to one's own son not be considered a father-son conflict?

"Angry? A little, I guess. I've already lost, and I accept that fact."

Kuroba Toichi's gaze fell on Qingze, on his still-bleeding wound. "As for you, are you not planning to leave here?"

"I don't need you to worry about me."

"Then let's leave it at that."

Kuroba Toichi lowered his eyes and steadily pressed the red button deep inside the submarine's control panel. The cold light of the self-destruct countdown instantly flickered on the panel.

Qingze watched for a while, then closed the door to the command room and turned to leave.

……

The abandoned dock was engulfed in flames, and thick smoke billowed and spread in the night. The choking smoke, mixed with the smell of burning, made it hard to breathe.

A submarine lay aground on the shore, its cold iron hull glowing red-hot and twisted by the intense heat of the fire. It was surrounded by heavily armed police, whose shouts, the crackling of walkie-talkies, and the piercing wail of sirens mingled together, buzzing and rattling in the deathly silence of the night, sending shivers down one's spine.

She saw Qingze standing on a high, open platform, looking down quietly at the dense encirclement below.

He was covered in blood, his black clothes soaked through and clinging heavily to his body, a horrifying sight.

His gaze pierced through the firelight and the crowd, landing precisely in her direction. A slight smile played on his lips, a smile so calm it was almost serene.

"ended."

He spoke softly, his voice so soft it seemed to be carried directly to her ear by the wind, eerily clear.

Flames suddenly erupted behind him, instantly engulfing him. He slowly opened his arms, as if welcoming his final resting place, and calmly bathed in the raging flames.

Tears instantly blurred her vision as that familiar figure was gradually consumed by the flames until it disappeared completely.

Ran Mouri suddenly woke up.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my throat and shatter my ribs.

My back was soaked with cold sweat, and my face was cold and slippery.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, taking several seconds to pull herself out of the suffocating fear—it was a dream.

It was just a dream!

She was trembling all over, and with her limp body, she slowly sat up.

My fingertips reached for my phone on the pillow and I turned on the screen.

Two o'clock in the morning.

No messages, no missed calls, no text messages, just emptiness, nothing at all.

She gripped her phone tightly, curled up on the bed, hugged her knees, and scalding tears rolled down silently, landing on the back of her hand.

The wind outside the window was extremely strong, and the dry branches scraped against the glass, making a creaking sound, much like the lingering noise in my dream.

The room was pitch black, with the curtains drawn tightly shut, not even a sliver of moonlight could get in.

She sat there, listening to her heartbeat slowly calm down from its frantic pace, only to start racing again uncontrollably the next second.

She turned on her phone again.

The screen remained silent; nothing was displayed.

“Aze…”

She murmured softly, the dull, suffocating pain in her chest so vivid it seemed like a dream.

Why am I having this nightmare again?

Where is he now?

What happened to the organization?

Is he okay?

The long-suppressed worries and longings burst forth in the dead of night, engulfing her like a tidal wave.

She could no longer restrain herself.

She threw off the covers, stumbled out of bed, and hurriedly put on her clothes.

She wanted to see him.

Now, immediately, right away.

She needed to see for herself that he was safe and sound.

After changing her clothes, she pulled out a disguise mask from the bottom of her suitcase—it was a mask her teacher had made before, an ordinary face that would be easily lost in a crowd.

She slipped her phone into her pocket, tiptoed into the next room, and took the car keys her mother had casually left on the table.

In the dead of night, she quietly pushed open the villa gate, started the car, and drove down the dark mountain road.

In the rearview mirror, the familiar villa grew smaller and smaller until it shrank into a dot and disappeared into the night.

Chapter 620 The extra days I've lived have been enough.

The escape hatch was suddenly pulled open, startling the three children.

Ai Haibara was busy at the control panel when she was startled by the noise and her fingers jerked off the control panel.

She turned around and saw the spider standing in the doorway, holding Kaito Kuroba in its hand.

The boy's head hung low, his limbs swaying limply, it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

Ai Haibara's face turned pale.

The spider casually tossed Kaito Kuroba to the ground with a dull thud, and he didn't wake up.

"Little mouse, you're quite fast."

Genta, Mitsuhiko, and Ayumi almost instinctively stood in front of Ai Haibara, spreading their arms.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Don't hurt Haibara!"

We are not afraid of you!

The spider looked at the three children, who were not even as tall as his waist, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

The spider crouched down, its spider tattoo on its left eye seeming to come alive under the red emergency light. "Look into my eyes."

His voice was very soft. The three children's eyes glazed over instantly, and one after another they collapsed to the ground, their eyes still open, but they could see nothing.