Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

He looked up at the eastern horizon.

It's almost bright.

Qingze also looked at the sky. He stood up and swayed slightly.

My body has reached its limit; I'm almost out of blood.

He looked at the dawn light and gave a faint smile.

The smile was faint and gentle, carrying an ultimate calm and tranquility of the soul.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Flames erupted from his body without warning, the tongues of fire greedily licking at the hem of his clothes, his skin, and the ends of his hair, and in an instant, they completely engulfed him.

Rei Furuya was startled and instinctively took two steps back.

As the dawn broke, Qingze spread his arms wide amidst the raging flames.

"The most severe punishment under the law is the death penalty. I judge my crimes and I carry out my death sentence."

Chapter 623 I've never had good luck in my entire life.

The flames burned quietly, like a purification, like a baptism.

The dawn light was a little brighter, but it was still far less bright than the burning flames.

The sirens were still blaring, and the police officers looked up at the burning bodies above, but for a moment no one spoke.

Conan stopped climbing the container and stood on a container not far away, the sea breeze carrying heat and the charred remains of flesh and blood.

That was a real heatwave, that was scorching flames.

There were no cries of pain, no screams of agony, only silence.

Rei Furuya, not far away, tried to move forward but was forced back by the heat wave.

Ran Mouri crouched outside the encirclement, sobbing uncontrollably as she looked at the cluster of flames atop the container in the distance.

She gripped the rose-shaped lighter tightly in her hand, oblivious to the fact that her lower lip was bleeding from biting it.

Qingze's consciousness had already dissipated, and a faint glimmer of light flickered in the flames at his heart.

That is Pandora.

That was a talisman his parents gave him with their lives.

It protected him, saving him from several life-threatening crises caused by medication.

"Pandora is a legendary treasure, extremely precious and special. It can grant people's strongest desires, but at the cost of the owner's life."

The witch's voice seemed to echo in my ears again.

"Your parents poured their lives into protecting you; it is connected to your body, it resides within you."

"You are now its master."

......

"You want to use it?"

"Don't be delusional. You can't afford the price of using Pandora."

"A miracle is a miracle precisely because of that tiny, almost imperceptible possibility. But for this almost nonexistent possibility, you have to gamble your entire life."

"I advise you to give up."

"To reweave the warp and weft of destiny with Pandora, besides life and determination, there is one more crucial thing—luck."

"Only good luck can bring that one miracle out of countless possibilities of failure."

......

"I have never had any good luck in my life."

"But I want to try."

"Even if there's only a tiny chance, I'll still give it a try."

"I don't want her to have a sinner as her lover."

"I don't want my child to have a sinner as a father."

"I don't want to be the biggest stain on her life."

"Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, I'll still try."

"The phoenix is ​​reborn from the ashes. I am not a phoenix, but only fire and life can cleanse my sins."

“I promised that I would go back to her.”

......

The flames continued to burn, as if purifying the sins and removing the blood little by little.

The figure in the flames grew smaller and smaller, as if its flesh and blood had been burned away, leaving only hard bones.

Ran Mouri held the rose-shaped lighter, clenched her fists, and closed her eyes in prayer.

"God, please, let a miracle happen, let him return to my side..."

A soft glow fell around her, coalescing into a pure white, translucent glass sphere.

She stared blankly at it, then picked it up with both hands.

A female voice suddenly rang in her ears, or as if it were resounding directly in the depths of her consciousness.

"What a miracle... Come find me, and I'll tell you how to bring him back..."

......

The figure in the flames finally vanished completely, without a trace, as if all the flesh and bones had been licked away by the last blaze before dawn, melting into the scorching air.

Immediately afterwards, the raging flames subsided, leaving only the container, which had been burned to a bright red, and a pile of light, floating ashes.

When the wind blows, the ashes scatter on the dock floor, mingling with the sea mist, and no trace of their former appearance can be found anymore.

Rei Furuya stared at the insignificant pile of ashes, then slowly turned his head to look at the eastern horizon.

The sky was already fully bright.

The organization that had been entrenched for a century, harboring countless dark secrets and evils, has vanished.

The person he once regarded as both a collaborator and his greatest enemy has also disappeared.

His mission was finally accomplished.

His tense mind, which had been on edge for several days, suddenly relaxed. The fatigue of the past few days washed over him like a tidal wave. He swayed violently twice, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Furuya!" Kazami Yuya's anxious and worried voice came from beside him, filled with barely concealed panic.

"Furuya, it's time for you to rest!"

Rei Furuya nodded reluctantly, picked up the walkie-talkie, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "The Japan Coast Guard will continue patrolling. Everyone else, back to base!"

As he stepped off the container, Kazami Yuya immediately rushed forward to support him, his tone firm and unyielding, and half-supported, half-carried him into the car.

"Leave the rest to me. If you keep pushing yourself like this, you're really going to die from overwork!"

Looking at his usually rigid but now anxious friend and subordinate, Rei Furuya's lips curled into a faint smile, his tone carrying a hint of helpless compromise:

"Okay, okay, I'll take a break."

He really needs to rest.

Once you relax, fatigue spreads wildly through your limbs and bones. Your eyelids feel as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and they keep fighting each other. Even your breathing becomes slow and heavy.

Kazami Yuya handed over a bottle of water that had already been opened, speaking softly, "Have some."

Rei Furuya took the bottle and, without hesitation, gulped down half of it in one go. The icy water slid down his throat, but it couldn't quell his weariness.

Kazami Yuya silently took the water bottle from his hand, gently put the cap on, and a barely perceptible dark glint flashed in his eyes.

"have a rest."

Rei Furuya nodded, unable to hold on any longer, and slowly closed his eyes. His breathing gradually became calm, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The car door closed gently, shutting out the morning light from the outside world.

Kazami Yuya stood outside the car window, gazing intently at the figure resting with his eyes closed, a cold and eerie smile curving his lips.

Rest now, you will never wake up again.

Holding the half-empty bottle of water, he turned and walked towards the sea, raising his hand to slowly pour the water into the surging waves.

Water droplets merge into the seawater, just like a life about to vanish, silently.

Police vehicles gradually withdrew, and the sound of sirens faded into the distance. The once bustling abandoned dock became empty and silent again, with only the howling sea wind carrying ashes.

Kazami Yuya walked to a secluded, shadowy corner of the dock and slowly tore off the disguise mask from his face.

A beautiful face briefly appeared in the morning light, only to be covered by another ordinary face.

Vermouth looked up, glanced back at the container that had once burned fiercely, bearing witness to the end and demise, then glanced indifferently at the car that contained a "sleeper," turned around, and walked into the distant light and shadow without looking back.

"Bourbon, if you have someone to blame, blame yourself for knowing too much..."

The sound dissipated in the sea breeze, mingling with the dawn's light, and no one heard it.

Chapter 624 He couldn't escape the fate of being a villain.

The light of dawn cleaved the horizon, casting a cold, white glow across the entire cargo ship.

A salty wind carried the smell of gunpowder as Shuichi Akai and Gin stood facing each other on the stern deck.

Both men were wounded, and blood seeped from where the bullets had grazed their clothes, staining them deeply.

Shuichi Akai's grip on the gun remained as steady as a rock, his expression cold and stern, like a bullet yet to be fired.

"Gin, you can't leave."

Gin's long silver hair swirled in the morning breeze. He chuckled softly and casually tossed aside the pistol with its empty magazine.

He faced the dark muzzle of the gun without flinching or dodging, a hint of cold appreciation even appearing in his eyes.

"You think there are still bullets in your gun?"

Shuichi Akai remained silent for a moment, his knuckles tightening slightly outside the trigger guard, before finally putting the gun away.

From the moment he intercepted the news that Gin was trying to leave the country, he mobilized all available resources to catch up with the cargo ship that had already left the port before dawn.

After a fierce battle, both men had fired their last bullets, like two trapped beasts, forcing each other into a corner with no way out.

"Big brother, it's done." Vodka, clutching his shot-injured left arm, staggered out of the cabin, his tone tinged with a hint of smug satisfaction.

Shuichi Akai's pupils constricted sharply, "Cameron!"

He instinctively tried to turn around, but Gin had already closed in. His silver hair drew a sharp arc in the air, cutting off his escape route and forcing him to face him head-on.

The gunfire ceased, but the real hunt had only just begun.

Gin's attacks were fierce and ruthless, each move aimed at vital points and wounds. Shuichi Akai also became ruthless, his hatred for the deaths of Akemi and Jodie gushing out without holding back.

The fist struck the bone with a dull thud, and the sole of the boot scraped against the iron plate with a piercing screech.

Sweat mixed with blood droplets fell onto the deck, tinged with a dark red by the morning light.

Vodka stood by, gun in hand, but couldn't find a moment to aim—the two figures were locked in a fierce battle, like two trees with their roots intertwined, indistinguishable from one another.

"Big brother!" he called out urgently.

Gin did not respond, nor was he available to respond.

He had been fighting this "arch-enemy" for a long time, and had been at a disadvantage against him several times. Even in this final departure, he was caught up by him.

"Shuichi Akai, you will lose today."

Shuichi Akai stared at him with sharp eyes, a chilling aura emanating from them.

"Ha, my dear nemesis, it's barely dawn and you're already talking in your sleep."

Upon hearing the word "darling," Gin's expression twisted for a moment.

He feels physically nauseous whenever he hears that word.