Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

In the distance, there are piles of rusty shipping containers, resembling crouching iron beasts.

He dragged his heavy body forward slowly, trying to climb to the top of the dock.

Suddenly, he stopped.

A figure stood in the darkness ahead.

It was an unfamiliar face, standing there quietly looking at him, tears welling up in its eyes.

Qingze recognized her at a glance.

He quickly turned his face away, not wanting her to see him like this.

Covered in blood, with a disfigured face, he looked disheveled and unsightly.

Ran Mouri threw herself into his arms without hesitation, hot tears streaming down her face and hitting his heart.

“Aze…”

Qingze was held tightly in her arms, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and gently stroke her back, but considering that he was covered in blood, he lowered his hand.

"Why are you here? It's so late, shouldn't you be sleeping?"

He hadn't told Ran Mouri what he was going to do tonight, and she shouldn't be here at this time.

Ran Mouri's voice choked with sobs, "I had a nightmare. I dreamt that you came ashore here, that you were surrounded, that you disappeared in the flames..."

Qingze was taken aback, and lowered his gaze.

He was silent for a few seconds, then smiled with a gentleness that was almost cruel.

"A dream is a dream, and dreams are always the opposite of reality."

Qingze rubbed her head. "Go back to sleep. It'll be bad if your parents find out you're missing. Tomorrow, I'll appear before you safely in the sunset."

"I don't believe it!" Ran Mouri shook her head vigorously, her tears flowing even more fiercely.

She followed her dream and found this place; that in itself is the answer.

"Believe me, I will appear before you again, that is my promise."

Qingze cupped her face in his blood-stained hands, watching the tears rolling down her face, and gently wiped them away with his fingers.

The bloodstains stained her face.

"I still have my final judgment and curtain call to fall. I don't want you to see it. Please leave here, okay?"

"No, no! No! No!"

Ran Mouri's tears flowed more and more as she clung to him tightly, as if she were holding onto a phantom that would soon disappear.

"Trust me this once, okay?"

How can I trust you?

Qingze sighed, his breath brushing against her ear as he whispered something.

I didn't want her to see it.

But to everyone's surprise, she appeared here.

Ran Mouri's crying paused slightly, but the unease and despair in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

“Lan, you know, I’m in a state where I can’t maintain a normal life right now. I can’t get over this hurdle. If I don’t go through this, perhaps one day in the near future, I will do something extreme because of intense self-loathing, or I might just leave this world…”

Ran Mouri cupped his blood-soaked face and silenced his words with her lips.

A fierce wind crashed in from the sea, carrying with it the salty smell, the chill, and the faint light of distant flashlights.

The waves roared, the wind howled, and the night trembled.

The abandoned dock swayed, the decaying pier groaned, and the entire darkness held its breath.

Blood continued to flow from his body, and his body temperature dropped lower and lower, but his lips grew hotter and hotter.

Qingze hugged her tightly, his lips deepening as if he wanted to pour all his fear, unease, uncertainty, and desperation into the kiss.

Like the last revelry before the end of the world, like the most frenzied indulgence when death is near, like the brightest fire at the end of the abyss.

Footsteps approached, and Qingze released her.

He looked at the face covered by the disguise and seemed to see a burning, fervent soul beneath it.

"For you, I will climb out of this abyss, and please believe in my promise to reappear."

“You shouldn’t get involved in these things at all. Take this with you and leave.”

Chapter 622 I carry out my death sentence, and no one can judge me anymore!

As the police approached, Qingze pushed her into the dark shadows.

His figure flashed past the police officers' sight, but instantly attracted their attention.

The sound of running footsteps immediately drew all the officers' attention.

"Who goes there? Stop right there!"

The police chased after the suspects with flashlights while simultaneously reporting back to their superiors.

"Report! An unusual person has been spotted at the Shiodome Pier!"

Ran Mouri stood in the dark shadows, watching Aoze's figure disappear into the distance.

She held the lighter Qingze handed her, stopped her tears, wiped her face with her sleeve, and turned to leave.

The night at the abandoned dock was abruptly torn apart by police sirens.

The whistling sound came from all directions, and the red and blue police lights flashed wildly in the damp sea breeze, cutting the dark dock into a dazzling sea of ​​light.

Police cars formed a tight encirclement, from the shore to the intersection, from the open space to the pier, circle after circle, like a giant net slowly tightening, locking the entire dock in place.

The helicopter hovered in mid-air, its enormous roar overwhelming the waves, and its searchlights swept back and forth across the ground, leaving no blind spots.

Qingze stood alone atop the empty shipping container.

A raging sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, swept over him, whipping his soaked hair back and making the hem of his wet clothes flutter in the wind.

He stood there quietly, looking down at the layers of police cars, at the countless gun barrels pointed at him, at the inescapable net that had trapped him.

The helicopter's beam suddenly locked on, and a blinding white beam of light cascaded down.

In an instant, the mottled bloodstains on his body were clearly visible, shocking under the cold white light.

The sea breeze was biting, the lights were blinding, and I was trapped in a desperate situation with no way out.

Yet he remained standing casually on the high place, his back straight, without the slightest sign of dishevelment or embarrassment, as if he were not the one being surrounded, but rather the long, dark night.

He looked up at the moon in the sky.

It was nearing dawn, and the previously hazy moon was now exceptionally clear.

Conan got out of the police car and looked at the figure on the top of the container in the distance with a complicated expression.

Koniak had no intention of running away, nor did he intend to live.

He destroyed the organization; now, all that's left is to destroy himself.

He strode toward that side; he didn't want to see the other person die.

Why must one die?

Life is so precious, why choose death?

The police and Conan got out of the car, leaving it empty. Kaito Kuroba glanced at the people on the container, sat in the back seat, took out his phone, and opened a video.

The video was sent to his email while he was unconscious; it was a recording, and the person in the video was his father.

As for who posted it, there's no need to elaborate.

He didn't play any sound, but he could clearly make out the lip movements and see the coin his father was stroking in his hand.

He saw his father press the self-destruct button, saw the command room door close, and saw the explosion that obliterated everything.

Everything was just like that escape magic show eight years ago.

That time there was still a chance of escape, but this time, there is no chance of survival.

He covered his face, tears streaming down his face.

......

Rei Furuya sat in the helicopter, looking at Aozawa standing on the container, his expression serious and somber.

He didn't see that behind him, Kazami Yuya was looking at the person who seemed to be surrounded by the world, his eyes dark and complicated.

"Should we fire or make an arrest?" came the question through the earpiece.

"The other side may have self-destruct weapons. Don't make any rash moves!" After giving the order, Furuya Rei looked at the helicopter pilot and said, "Land. I need to communicate with him."

The helicopter lowered a ladder over an open area, and Furuya Rei grabbed the ladder and jumped onto the top of a container not far from Aozawa.

Behind him, Kazami Yuya followed closely.

Furuya Rei looked at Aozawa under the lamplight, but he didn't look at him. He just took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his face little by little.

"Kazami, you wait here."

Kazami Yuya nodded, gripped his gun, and aimed it at Aozawa, standing up for his superior.

Rei Furuya leaped over several containers and was only a few meters away from Aoze.

Qingze finally wiped the congealed blood off his face, revealing his complete and distinct features beneath the bloodstains.

My fingertips gently traced the still-healing wound on my face. The cut was still slowly oozing blood, but it was probably almost dry, as the blood was no longer flowing as it had before.

Inspector Megure stood not far below, looking up at the figure on the container, staring at that face, momentarily stunned and bewildered.

"This person... why does he look so much like Qingze?"

Yusaku Kudo had already walked slowly to his side, his gaze complex as he looked up at the sky, and spoke softly:

"He was Qingze's twin brother. He was secretly replaced with a stillborn baby at birth, and from then on, he fell into that organization's clutches, becoming a test subject. It was he who personally destroyed that organization..."

Inspector Megure was speechless with astonishment, and when he looked at Aozawa again, his gaze became complicated and indescribable.

The police officers around who heard these words also turned serious.

They had already personally experienced the organization's madness and danger during that night's encirclement and fierce battle.

And at this moment, the person who ended it all stood alone on the high place, facing the incessant wailing sirens and countless eyes like searchlights.

It was as if they were welcoming a grand yet lonely death.

Tired of standing, Aozawa sat down, casually resting his legs on the edge of the container, looking at Furuya Rei in front of him.

Rei Furuya looked at him with a complicated expression, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Are you here to judge me, or to say goodbye?" Qingze spoke slowly. He had little strength left, but his tone remained calm, showing no sign of distress.

“I thought we were going to have a big fight,” Rei Furuya said.

"A major war? Why would we need a major war? I've said I'm a pacifist and don't like fighting and killing, but unfortunately, nobody believes me..."

Rei Furuya didn't believe it before, but now he does.

Given Qingze's current state, he has no intention of surviving.

"My whole life..." Qingze had just started to speak when the phrase "My whole life has been like walking on thin ice" suddenly popped into his mind, making him smile.

"I was quite happy in my youth, born into a wealthy and noble family. Power and status were within my grasp from birth... Perhaps it was a case of rising to the top and then declining. Afterwards, my family was destroyed, I became a burden, and I lost my freedom."

Rei Furuya had read Aozawa's mother's diary and the disciplinary records from the solitary confinement cell, and knew about Koniak's experiences and encounters within the organization.

It could be said that he was the one who understood the person in front of him best among those present.

He listened quietly without interrupting.

“I’ve killed 327 people, that’s a lot, right?” Without waiting for Furuya Rei’s reply, Aozawa chimed in, “I think that’s a lot too.”

"You counted them all?"

“I counted them.” Qingze looked up at the moon in the sky. “After all, I killed them, so I have to keep a record.”

Regardless of whether it was out of his own volition or whether he was willing, he killed someone else; that is an established fact, and there is no denying it.

Furuya Zero remained silent.