Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Everyone's attention was focused on the big screen.

On the big screen, the image slowly appeared.

The dock was unusually dark before dawn, and a figure dressed in black with silver hair stood on top of the stacked containers.

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.

Heavy background music begins to play.

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.

Gin felt a sharp pain in his teeth looking at the scene.

As expected of Koniak.

Even their suicide attempts are made to look like a stage play.

Is your death not grand enough to justify it?

Binga was dumbfounded when he saw this encirclement.

"Holy crap! Did Koniak kill the Japanese Prime Minister? Why are so many police officers being deployed?"

At this scale, the only thing missing is deploying the Self-Defense Forces.

"This... he's definitely going to die, isn't he?" Chianti couldn't imagine how Koniak could survive in this situation.

"Lord Rum, what do you think?" Odeton, who had been relatively quiet, looked at Rum, who hadn't said much.

Rum didn't want to say anything. He had been shut down by Koniak and had little interest in seeing Koniak's fate.

Moreover, this was clearly a farewell arranged by Koniak for himself. This noisy manner could not give him any pleasure in seeing Koniak die; on the contrary, it would only make him feel more frustrated.

Look, Rum was killed by an unknown man in a corner where no one knew, while Koniak, under countless gazes, arranged for himself the grandest and most passionate death.

The contrast is so stark it's almost heartbreaking.

"What a pity," Vermouth murmured.

"What's a pity?" Fryward tilted his head slightly to look at him.

Vermouth did not answer.

On the other side, the members of the red team were also watching this scene.

Apart from the Kudo father and son who were present at the scene, most people had never seen this scene before.

Kogoro Mouri's expression was solemn.

He had heard Inspector Megure mention this scene before, but this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

I feel a dull ache in my heart, and I'm not feeling well.

“Ozawa…” Eri’s heart clenched.

Having spent quite a bit of time with Qingze, she naturally liked this son-in-law very much.

Seeing such a scene at this moment, how could one not feel heartbroken?

Even knowing that he was the utterly wicked Koniak, knowing is one thing, feeling is another.

Moreover... there were those scenes we saw before.

That child didn't really have a choice.

Beside her, Kogoro Mouri reached out his hand, and Eri Kisaki took it.

Sonoko Suzuki initially thought the scene was quite cool, with that kind of desolate feeling that villains in movies have.

But when she saw the searchlight illuminating the bloodstains and gunshot wounds on Qingze's body, her expression suddenly crumpled.

"Ouch! Lord Kid! How much does that hurt?!"

It looks painful to her!

Kaito Kuroba: "...?"

Excuse me, why would she believe such an absurd claim as Aozawa being the Phantom Thief Kid?

And at this time, they still firmly believed it...

Shinichi Kudo turned his gaze over, puzzled.

The fact that Qingze was Koniak was already unacceptable enough to him, so when did he start pretending to be Kid?

Does Kidd himself have no objections?

Kaito Kuroba met his gaze and silently looked away.

He tacitly approved of it, so what else could he do?

Kyogoku Makoto, who had barely spoken beside Sonoko, watched the screen with an unusually grave expression. "He's badly injured."

He was shot in the arm and in the thigh... Judging by the amount of blood loss, it's impossible to know how long he's been bleeding. It's truly a miracle that he can still stand upright with such injuries.

Ai Haibara watched silently, without uttering a word.

She was equally shocked when she learned of Koniak's identity, but seeing this scene now, she didn't want to make any comments.

She chose to die in the dark depths of the ocean, a place unknown to anyone.

Koniak, on the other hand, chose the center stage under the spotlight.

Just like Koniak.

He was arrogant and flamboyant; even when he left the stage, he wanted to make a dazzling exit.

This was the first time Shuichi Akai had ever seen this scene.

He was chasing Gin when he went out to sea and was unaware of what had happened, nor did he know about Koniak's fate.

What was he thinking when he looked at the moon?

He murmured to himself, as if it were just a casual remark, or perhaps a genuine expression of curiosity.

There were also several shots of the moon in the previous music videos.

The moonlight then illuminated his lost ordinary life, carrying the regret of his inability to return to ordinariness; the moonlight now represents the final reckoning with his life of killing.

“He’s thinking that he wants to be free,” Yusaku Kudo said softly.

True, unfettered freedom of the soul.

The video continues to play.

Rei Furuya jumped out of the helicopter and landed in front of him. Their conversation was clearly audible to everyone.

"Why must we have a major war... I've always said I'm a pacifist, but nobody believes me..."

"My youth was relatively happy... but later I became a burden, deprived of my freedom..."

"...After all, I was the one who killed him, so it should be recorded..."

Qingze looked at the scene and grimaced.

"Having wet hair really doesn't look cool enough. I should have worn a red scarf. When the sea breeze blows, the red scarf flutters behind me, becoming the only bright spot in the darkness. The imagery and sense of destiny... tsk tsk..."

Qingze felt increasingly cheated, as the ending wasn't perfect enough.

Ran Mouri was so moved that tears were falling from her eyes. When she heard this, she almost laughed in anger.

That was self-immolation! And he's here regretting not having a red scarf!

Ran Mouri grabbed the soft flesh of his waist and pinched it hard in annoyance.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

Everyone remained silent as they listened to the conversation between Koniak and Furuya Rei.

A dying man's words are often true.

At this moment, Koniak sheds any of his cynical pretense, revealing a distant and faintly lifeless self beneath all the masks he wears.

"Gin, how many people have you killed?" Chianti suddenly asked.

Gin's face remained expressionless. "I don't know. I never remember dead people's faces."

"So, you and he are completely different people."

Vermouth sighed; she really wanted a cigarette.

Gin chuckled. "He said I'm a born villain, and I think so too."

Anyway, he felt nothing when he killed people.

The flames rose up without warning and engulfed him in an instant.

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."

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

The figure in the flames finally vanished completely, leaving only a pile of light 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.

The video finished playing, and no one spoke for a long time.

Vodka looked at it and felt pain all over his body.

"That's really ruthless..."

Chianti rubbed his goosebumps, a chill running down his spine. "She's really insane, actually setting herself on fire..."

He was ruthless to others, but he was even more ruthless to himself.

Self-immolation, is that something a human being would do?

"Why is he so calm? Doesn't he feel any pain?" Fryward asked, puzzled.

It's one thing that he could stand up despite being seriously injured, but it's quite absurd that he could still talk so much. However, the fact that he calmly died from being burned by flames is just too bizarre.

“He has analgesia,” Rum said coldly, revealing a corner of the secret.

"Huh?" O'De Tang exclaimed in surprise, "How can someone with painlessness be so skilled???"

Under normal circumstances, people who do not feel pain will not avoid attacks and injuries because their bodies do not receive pain feedback, so they will not subconsciously dodge.

But he had seen footage of Koniak fighting an entire base by himself, and the bullets aimed at him seemed to have eyes, not a single one hitting him.

"Practice."

Gin spoke casually, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that there's more to it than meets the eye.

How many injuries must one have suffered to develop the instinct to dodge danger?

“Honestly, I’m starting to admire him a little…” Binga began, his tone unusually sincere with admiration. Then, his tone shifted, “But, good riddance…”

If I killed him back then, wouldn't I still be dead now?

He said he would wait for him in hell.

Now I'm in this strange place, but at least I've finally arrived.

Vermouth looked at him, then silently turned her head away, without revealing the fact that Koniak was alive again.

Eri Kisaki's tears fell uncontrollably, Kogoro Mouri's eyes also reddened, and Sonoko Suzuki cried even harder.

Even the usually composed and reserved Makoto Kyogoku was secretly wiping away tears.

Qingze gently patted Ran Mouri's back, letting her tears soak his shoulder.