Detective Conan: Starting with Yukiko covered in black stockings!

The news spread like wildfire through the crowd at an astonishing speed.

Whether it's busy office workers rushing around in bustling cities, their faces filled with worry as they pause their hurried work; or elderly people leisurely spending their days in quiet villages, their eyes revealing concern as they put down their farm work; or innocent children, whose pure faces also show tension; or devout believers, who pray even more fervently in the church.

Whether on the bustling, crowded streets of 330, they pause their hurried steps, clasp their hands together, and look on with hope in their eyes; or in a solemn and sacred church filled with a dignified atmosphere, they kneel down in devout prayer, murmuring words; or in a warm and comfortable corner of their homes, they close their eyes, make a silent wish, and entrust their hopes to the unseen world.

They all clasped their hands together, closed their eyes, and prayed for Cao Yu and the others.

Those clasped hands seemed to be a bridge connecting hope, conveying endless trust and support; those tightly closed eyes seemed to be gathering the most sincere and pure emotions in their hearts, placing all their hopes on Cao Yu and the others.

Each person's prayer contained a yearning for peace and a firm belief in justice, as if these prayers could converge into a powerful force that could transcend time and space to help Cao Yu and others in their predicament.

In an instant, countless forces of faith converged from all over the world like rivers flowing into the sea. Like invisible yet powerful threads, they crossed vast mountains and rivers, passed through bustling cities and villages, broke through spatial limitations, and surged toward the final altar with an unstoppable momentum.

These beliefs carry people's trust, hope, and blessings. Every bit of strength contains ordinary people's yearning for peace and their firm belief in justice, like seeds of hope taking root and sprouting on this dark land.

They gradually converged, forming an incomparably magnificent golden light.

The light, like a newborn sun, illuminated the entire sky with unparalleled brilliance, dispelling the thick, inky dark clouds that had shrouded the altar.

Under the golden light, the dark clouds melted rapidly like ice and snow under the scorching sun, making a hissing sound, as if it were the dying cry of darkness in the face of light.

The golden light continued to expand, gradually dispelling the darkness and bringing a glimmer of hope to this dark battlefield, as if tearing open a hole in the abyss of darkness to let in the sunlight of hope.

The director, who was fighting with the others, sensed this powerful force of belief. He looked up and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

But soon, this panic was replaced by madness. He sneered disdainfully, "Hmph, what can the beliefs of these lowly people do to me! Before the power of me and the evil god, everything is in vain!" However, he felt a vague unease in his heart, because he could clearly feel the power of this belief. It was a power he had never seen before, an unknown power that could threaten his and the evil god's grand plan. It was like a sharp blade hidden in the darkness, which could give him a fatal blow at any time.

Although he outwardly feigned composure, an inner unease was like a seed quietly planted in his heart. As time went by, this seed might take root and sprout, becoming a major worry in his heart.

Cao Yu felt the warmth and power brought by this belief. That power was like the warmest sunshine in spring, gently caressing the earth, and like the warmest fire in winter, giving people endless warmth and comfort.

It flowed gently through his body like a warm current, nourishing his wounded mind and body, and rekindling the flame of hope in his nearly exhausted strength.

A surge of fighting spirit welled up within him, as if rekindling the dying embers of hope, making them burn even brighter and illuminating his path forward.

Chapter 370 Final Purification

He struggled to his feet, his body wracked with pain, as if countless needles were piercing him at once, every cell screaming in agony. Yet his eyes remained resolute, burning with a flame that seemed capable of incinerating all darkness and bringing light back to the world.

With all his might, he shouted to the crowd, "Don't give up! This is everyone's trust in us. We must persevere! We are not fighting alone. The whole world is supporting us!" Although his voice was hoarse from his injuries, it was full of power, echoing across the battlefield like a booming bell. Every word seemed to carry a kind of magic, boosting everyone's morale and reviving their spirits.

Cao Yu's shout was like a thunderclap in the darkness, awakening the fighting spirit deep within everyone's hearts and rekindling their desire for victory.

Inspired by the power of his belief, Cao Yu concentrated all his energy, attempting to guide the power of his belief to merge with the power of the divine artifact.

He slowly closed his eyes, focusing intently, as if isolated from the world, concentrating only on the surging power within him.

The artifact seemed to sense his will, and its light shone brightly. The golden light intertwined with the artifact's original radiance, reflecting each other and becoming even more dazzling.

The light, like a dazzling star, not only illuminated the entire battlefield and dispelled the darkness, but also brightened the hearts of the people, bringing them hope and courage, and allowing them to see a glimmer of light in this dark world.

With the help of this power, Cao Yu charged towards the dark realm of the evil god.

Under the impact of the golden light, the dark realm melted away rapidly like ice and snow, emitting a series of cracking sounds, as if the barrier of darkness had crumbled in the face of the power of justice, and pieces of darkness fell down like shattered glass.

The dark fog gradually dissipated, revealing a clear sky that seemed to proclaim to everyone that light was about to triumph over darkness and that justice would surely prevail.

The collision of golden light and dark power produced intense light and energy fluctuations, as if it were a fierce battle between light and darkness, and the entire space trembled under the impact of this power.

At the same time, the Guardian's consciousness sensed this powerful force of belief, and its connection with Cao Yu became even closer, as if the red thread of fate tightly bound the two together, inseparable.

As if drawn by some mysterious force, the two eventually merged into one.

Cao Yu's body emitted a sacred, purifying light, which was even more powerful than before. It seemed to gather all the justice and hope in the world, like a huge pillar of light that shot straight into the sky and illuminated the entire world.

The light contained a sacred and inviolable power, as if it could cleanse the world of all evil, save the world from the abyss of darkness, restore light and peace, and bring back life and vitality.

The appearance of the purifying light bathed the entire battlefield in a sacred glow, bringing hope of victory to everyone, as if it were a blessing from God, giving them the power to overcome the darkness.

Asking for flowers

With a purifying light, Cao Yu rushed towards the director like a burning meteor.

His figure appeared so tall and resolute in the light, as if he were the embodiment of justice, carrying the hopes of the whole world.

The director sensed the threat posed by the purifying light. His face instantly turned extremely gloomy, like the dark clouds before a storm, so black it was terrifying. A hint of fear flashed in his eyes—an instinctive fear of an unknown power.

But he quickly calmed down and used all his power as an evil god to try to resist the powerful purifying light.

Darkness and light collided violently in mid-air, producing a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing in that instant.

Enveloped in the purifying light that combined the power of faith and the brilliance of the divine artifact, Cao Yu, like a shooting star burning with justice and hope, charged toward the director with unstoppable momentum.

At this moment, the director resembled a trapped beast that had been driven to the brink of despair but still stubbornly resisted.

When the overwhelming threat of the purifying light struck like a heavy hammer, his face instantly darkened like the darkest clouds before a storm, so black it was chilling, as if it could devour all the surrounding light inch by inch.

In his eyes, a trace of fear flashed by like a shooting star across the night sky—a deep, instinctive dread that welled up from the depths of his soul when facing an unknown and powerful force.

Chapter 371 Stings the Eyes

However, as the culprit who colluded with the evil god and attempted to overthrow the entire world, his inner pride and madness were like an untamed beast that would never allow him to submit.

Almost instantly, he forced himself to calm down and mobilized every bit of evil power in his body. Those powers surged wildly around him like dark tentacles.

He exerted all his strength to unleash the power of the evil god, attempting to use this dark power to resist the purifying light that was capable of destroying all his ambitions.

Darkness and light collided fiercely in mid-air, and in an instant, the entire world seemed to be swept into the core of a storm capable of destroying the world.

The deafening roar, like rolling thunder, exploded from the point of impact and continued to spread outwards, as if it would shatter the entire universe.

A powerful energy wave emanated from the point of impact, spreading outwards in concentric circles, causing the ground to tremble violently as if struck by a magnitude 10 earthquake.

The sturdy trees that were originally deeply rooted in the earth were uprooted by this terrifying force and were tossed about in the air like helpless fallen leaves by the gale.

Sand and stones flew everywhere, obscuring the entire sky and making it impossible to open one's eyes, as if the world had fallen into a chaotic apocalyptic scene in that instant.

The forces of darkness and light are like two giant dragons locked in a fierce struggle, intertwining and clashing wildly.

Each collision unleashed a dazzling light so intense it was impossible to look directly at it, like a supernova exploding, stinging the eyes. At the same time, it triggered a shockwave powerful enough to overturn everything. Wherever it passed, mountains and rivers seemed to be wantonly crushed by the palm of a giant, trees instantly turned to dust, and the remaining dark energy also let out mournful cries under the impact of this power, as if it wanted to reshape the entire world.

The light of purification, like an incomparably sharp blade meticulously forged from justice and hope, gradually tore through the Director's dark defenses with an unstoppable and overwhelming force.

Under the fierce impact of the purifying light, the dark defenses became as fragile as paper, quickly developing shocking cracks.

These cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, as if the dark fortress was beginning to crumble under the light of justice.

Upon seeing this, the director let out a roar filled with anger and resentment, a roar mixed with a deep fear of failure and an endless greed for power.

He strained every last bit of strength in his body, trying to maintain the power of darkness and attempt to salvage the already doomed defeat.

However, under the relentless and overwhelming onslaught of the purifying light, his dark defenses eventually crumbled like dominoes, collapsing one after another.

His body trembled violently and uncontrollably in the light, every inch of his skin seemed to be mercilessly burned by raging fire, making a "sizzling" sound, as if he were enduring the most painful torture in the world.

The hissing sounds were like the death throes of his dark power under the light of justice, as if proclaiming the defeat of darkness to the world.

In the end, the light of purification struck the director with great force, a blow that seemed like the hammer of fate, falling precisely and powerfully.

He let out a piercing scream, a cry that seemed to come from the deepest depths of hell, filled with endless pain and resentment, as if he were venting all the despair he felt after his life's evil and ambitions were shattered.

His body flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the altar.

The altar, unable to withstand the powerful impact of his strike, developed shocking cracks, as if it too was about to collapse under the force of this devastating power, foreshadowing the complete annihilation of this dark conspiracy.

As the director collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, the terrifying evil power that had been shrouding the battlefield began to dissipate rapidly.

The dark clouds in the sky, which were originally as black as ink and oppressive, making it hard to breathe, melted away completely like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

The warm and bright sunlight, like a blessing from God, shone on the earth again, gently shining on everyone, as if it were a beautiful blessing for their hard-won victory.

Cao Yu and the others looked at each other, their eyes filled with relief at surviving the ordeal.

Although their faces were covered in dust and blood, and their bodies were exhausted, as if they had undergone a baptism of purgatory, each of them had a victorious smile on their face.

Chapter 372 The Corner Shrouded in Darkness

They knew they had succeeded.

In this battle concerning the survival of the world, with unwavering faith, indomitable will, and the overwhelming power of belief from countless ordinary people, they successfully safeguarded world peace and pulled the world back from the brink of darkness.

However, Cao Yu's body was overwhelmed by the excessive use of his strength in this battle, and he fell into a deep sleep once again.

He lay quietly on the ground, his face as pale as paper, devoid of any color, his breathing as faint as a whisper, as if he might vanish from this world at any moment.

Upon seeing this, Amuro Tooru and the others hurriedly swarmed around Cao Yu, their eyes filled with worry and concern as they looked at the sleeping man.

"How is he?" Vermouth asked anxiously, a rare hint of tension and panic showing in her usually calm eyes.

In the process of fighting alongside Cao Yu, she developed a different kind of feeling deep in her heart for this person who disregarded everything for justice.

This feeling, like a glimmer of light in the darkness, illuminated a corner of her heart that had once been shrouded in darkness.

Amuro Tooru shook his head slightly. Although he said, "He just overexerted his power and fell into a deep sleep. He should be fine, just need time to recover," his tightly furrowed brows betrayed his deep-seated worry.

He knew that Cao Yu had expended a tremendous amount of energy this time, far beyond what was usually possible, and it was difficult to predict whether he could recover smoothly.

Every exertion Cao Yu made in battle felt like burning his own life force; his unwavering determination to protect the world drove him to give his all in the fight.

At this moment, the other team members did not bask in the joy of victory, but quickly took action and began to search the surrounding area carefully, hoping to find clues related to "Project Twilight".

They carefully explored the area, which was ravaged by the battle, leaving no possible corner unexplored.

This area, which may have been a peaceful and tranquil place, is now filled with the traces of war, with broken stones, twisted trees and lingering darkness everywhere.

Every broken stone seemed to tell of the ferocity of the battle; every twisted tree seemed to bear witness to the clash between darkness and light; every lingering trace of darkness reminded everyone of the difficulty of this battle.

Finally, in a hidden corner of the altar, they discovered a secret compartment.

The hidden compartment was cleverly concealed and would be difficult to find unless everyone searched carefully.

With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, the team members opened the hidden compartment.

The hidden compartment contains some ancient scrolls and documents detailing the "Twilight Project".

These documents detail the ancient organization's heinous and evil plans, including how they colluded with evil gods over countless years, meticulously planning every step in their scheme to use the power of those evil gods to rule the world.

Each page of information seems to tell the story of a great crisis that the world once faced.

From the secret rituals in which the ancient organization made a pact with the evil god, to how they laid out plans around the world in an attempt to awaken the power of the evil god, and how they planned to enslave humanity and drag the world into a dark abyss after the evil god's arrival, every detail is chilling.

"It's good that we found these documents. As long as we destroy them, Project Twilight will never be able to make a comeback," a team member said, his eyes shining with determination.

He knew the importance of this information and was determined not to let it fall into the hands of any other people with ulterior motives.

This information is like a time bomb; if it falls back into the hands of dark forces, the world will once again be plunged into crisis.

Everyone nodded in unison, their eyes filled with determination.

They quickly lit a large fire in the open space and threw the scrolls and documents containing their evil plans into the flames.

The flames roared and greedily devoured the evil-infused papers.

As the flames leaped, the evil plot of "Project Twilight" gradually turned to ashes.

As the documents gradually disappeared into the flames, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if a potential threat to the world had been completely buried.

The flames roared in the wind, as if cheering for the victory of justice, while the ashes drifted away on the breeze, symbolizing the complete annihilation of "Project Twilight".

Meanwhile, the Metropolitan Police Department also launched an investigation and arrest operation against the mole within the organization.

Chapter 373 The Road Full of Light

Based on previously gathered clues and subtle evidence discovered during the battle, the police quickly identified the moles who were colluding with the ancient organization.

These traitors, like malignant tumors hidden within the ranks of justice, have been secretly providing intelligence to the ancient organization and assisting them in carrying out their conspiracies.

Their betrayal has endangered countless innocent lives and created a loophole in the defense of justice.

After careful planning, the police launched a meticulous operation.

During the operation, the police acted like divine intervention, swiftly and decisively capturing all the moles.

When these traitors were arrested, some showed fear on their faces, their eyes filled with despair for the future; others still clung to hope, trying to make excuses and escape. But in any case, their acts of betrayal finally received the punishment they deserved.

The Metropolitan Police Department underwent a thorough cleanup, and those corners that had been eroded by darkness were restored to their former clarity and justice, once again becoming a solid fortress protecting the people.

The Metropolitan Police Department building gleamed in the sunlight, as if proclaiming the victory of justice, and the order that had been disrupted by the mole was gradually being restored.

On this battlefield, Amuro Tooru and others silently guarded Cao Yu, who had fallen into a deep sleep.

They took turns resting, keeping a close eye on Cao Yu's condition. Every subtle change was noticed by them as they waited for him to wake up.

Time passed slowly in silence. One day passed, then two... Cao Yu remained asleep, but no one showed any impatience. They firmly believed that Cao Yu would eventually wake up.

Because Cao Yu was not only their comrade-in-arms, but also their hope and a symbol of justice.

In this silent wait, time seemed to stand still, with only Cao Yu's faint breathing, like the drumbeat of life, resonating in everyone's hearts.