In Detective Conan: Intercepting Miwako Sato at the Start

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He didn't speak, he just stared at him quietly, and an invisible, heavy pressure instantly enveloped the narrow connection, as if the air itself had frozen.

The color drained from the man's face at a visible speed, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He could even hear his heart pounding wildly.

"roll."

Yuuki Takada glanced coldly at the group, his fierce gaze like an icy blade, carrying an undeniable destructive power that struck the three men's eardrums with clarity.

The three men seemed to have been struck by an invisible thunderbolt. They scrambled and crawled, almost shoving each other, as they staggered back to their carriages, not daring to look back.

At the connection point, only Yuki Takada remained, along with the faint noise coming from the distant carriages.

He stood still, took another deep breath, and tried to suppress the anger surging in his chest.

Yuuki Takada knew that he had just revealed something he shouldn't have shown to outsiders.

He straightened his cuffs, making sure his expression had returned to its usual indifference, before taking a step to return to his seat.

Just as he turned around, his gaze inadvertently swept over the connecting area between the next carriage—

At that moment, time seemed to have been paused.

Two figures stood in the dim light at the connection between the two carriages, separated by two carriage doors and a narrow passage in the middle.

A tall, burly man wearing sunglasses, with a blank expression and a slightly stocky build appeared before him.

The other one was equally tall and had a rare head of long silver hair that gleamed coldly in the light filtering through the crack in the door.

The blade was aimed directly at him, revealing a sharply defined yet extremely cold face, with a cold, straight line seemingly habitually pursed at the corner of his mouth.

The black trench coat wrapped around his entire body, exuding a more refined and pure aura of darkness than that of Yuki Takada.

The silver-haired man's gaze seemed to be casually sweeping across the passageway, just as Takada Yuuki raised his eyes.

In the confined space, separated by a distance of more than ten meters and with the swaying carriages, they collided!

boom--!

A chilling current shot from Yuki Takada's tailbone to the top of his head in an instant!

His muscles tensed to their limit in an instant, and his blood seemed to freeze.

My heart was pounding heavily and violently in my chest, almost bursting through my ribs!

Gin!

The organization's top assassin, a ruthless cleaner!

Why is he here?

Why would he be on this ordinary Shinkansen train bound for Kyoto?!

Chapter 31 Shinkansen Train Explosion (Please continue reading)

After a brief period of malfunction, Yuki Takada's brain immediately began working at an overloaded speed.

wrong?

Why is Gin here at this time?

Could it be... that something happened within the organization while I was undercover in the Metropolitan Police Department?

He took out his phone and glanced at it. Apart from the text messages he had edited for the organization and found many experimental subjects, there were no other messages.

Yuuki Takada didn't want to get involved in the series of missions Gin was carrying out, and it was a rare opportunity.

Yuuki Takada felt his body instinctively wanting to enter battle mode, every cell releasing a restless, burgeoning energy.

Regardless, Gin is arguably the strongest fighter in their organization, capable of single-handedly supporting the entire organization.

However, Yuki Takada's strong willpower suppressed his instinct to challenge the other at the critical moment.

The premise is that the other party must not discover any clues about it.

He can't move!

No unusual behavior is allowed!

……

Just by making eye contact with him, one could clearly feel the cold, sharp gaze in his eyes; any slight flaw could lead to a fatal blow.

Even worse, Miwako Sato was still inside the train car!

She knows nothing!

Yuki Takada forced himself to maintain the cold expression that came from being provoked by those thugs.

However, the lingering resentment between his brows seemed to have intensified.

Instead, it became the best disguise at this moment. From a distance, he looked no different from an ordinary passenger who had been provoked by some thugs and was in a bad mood.

Without pausing his gaze to Gin, Yuuki Takada glanced casually in an insignificant direction before continuing his journey toward his carriage door.

Gin seemed to sense something and glanced behind him.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Vodka asked softly beside him.

"I don't know why?" Gin glanced at them coldly and said, "I have a feeling that someone is watching us from behind?"

Vodka listened, glanced behind him but didn't see anything unusual, then turned to Gin and said, "Brother, are you being too sensitive? I didn't notice anything wrong."

Gin scoffed, "Let's go."

Yuki Takada's steps didn't change at all, maintaining the same rhythm, each step steady and powerful.

Only he knew that the back of his shirt had been soaked with cold sweat in just a few seconds, clinging to his skin, cold and sticky.

Pushing open the door to my carriage, the familiar noise and light flooded my ears.

He walked straight to his seat without looking to the side, each step feeling like walking on a knife's edge.

Miwako Sato was looking out the window when she heard the noise. She turned around with a relaxed smile on her face.

"Takada-senpai, so fast? Is it those guys...?"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Because she could clearly see that the moment Yuuki Takada sat down, the lines of his profile were taut, and his jawline was so clear it looked as if it had been carved with a knife.

His eyes were unfathomable, no longer filled with the helplessness and coldness of before, but with a kind of extreme, suppressed fear she had never seen before, like the stillness of a sea before a storm.

Something she couldn't comprehend was churning inside—was it vigilance?

Is it alertness?

Or perhaps... a barely perceptible sense of apprehension?

"Takada-senpai?"

Sato Miwako's expression unconsciously turned serious. She asked with concern, "What's wrong? You look terrible. Is it because of those people..."

Yuki Takada didn't look at her. His gaze seemed to be on the back of the seat in front of him, but in reality, all his senses were highly focused on the door separating the carriages behind him.

Penetrating that layer of metal, I sensed whether the chilling gaze that could freeze one's soul still lingered on the other side.

He took a slow breath, the rise and fall of his chest almost imperceptible.

Then, he spoke in an unusually deep voice, keeping it extremely low so that only Sato Miwako, who was standing very close, could hear him:

"Sato."

"Hmm?" Sato Miwako immediately moved closer, her heart pounding.

“From now on…” Takada Yuuki said coldly, each word carrying an undeniable weight, “Listen to me, don’t ask why, don’t look around. Keep quiet. From now on, no matter what happens on the train, we’d better remain silent.”

Sato Miwako's pupils suddenly contracted.

I have never heard Yuki Takada speak so seriously, or even so sternly.

This is not a joke, nor was it intentional.

Sato Miwako's keen police instincts instantly triggered the highest level of alarm.

She didn't ask any further questions, but nodded vigorously. The relaxed smile on her face vanished without a trace, her body tensed slightly, her eyes became sharp and calm, and her hands rested seemingly casually on her knees.

She was still wearing her youthful Japanese-style school uniform, but at this moment, the oppressive heat completely enveloped her entire body.

She didn't know who the enemy was or where they were.

But Miwako Sato unconditionally chose to trust her senior, Takada.

Yuki Takada still didn't look at her. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes again.

This time, however, his body showed no signs of relaxation.

Instead, it's more like a bow drawn to its limit, every inch of its muscles brimming with power.

Be prepared to deal with any fatal blow that may come from behind or from any direction.

The Shinkansen was still traveling at high speed, and the sun was shining brightly outside the window.

But in this seemingly ordinary carriage, the air had frozen, and danger, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, flicked its cold tongue.

Just as the suffocating silence was about to engulf the two of them—

"Boom!!!"

A deafening, heart-stopping bang ripped through the air without warning!

It wasn't from the carriage where Gin was in front, but seemed to be closer to the middle of the train.

The entire carriage seemed to be gripped and tossed up by an invisible giant hand.

The enormous impact swept in like a tsunami.

In an instant, the world lost its sound, leaving only a piercing, ringing buzzing sound.

Immediately following was a deafening, terrifying noise of metal twisting and tearing apart!

In the instant the explosion occurred, Yuki Takada's body reacted instinctively, even faster than his thoughts.

He suddenly turned to the side, not to dodge, but to use his entire body as a thick protective shield, forcefully knocking down Sato Miwako next to him and pinning her beneath him!

The two fell heavily into the narrow space under the seats.

"Crash—snap—!"