Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Shinzo Mito's voice suddenly rose, carrying an almost hysterical fervor.

"It shouldn't stay in a cold, impersonal museum, surrounded by a bunch of people who don't understand it! It should stay in the home of a Tokugawa descendant, and be properly enshrined! That's its only destiny!"

"That's museum property, it's a national cultural relic!"

Director Shinkawa shook his head in disbelief, his eyes filled with heartache.

"Even now, you still insist on this ridiculous theory of bloodline! No wonder you loved studying the history of the Edo period in college."

"I thought you were just doing it out of interest, but I never imagined you would be so obsessed!"

"Bloodline is laughable!"

Mito Shinzo abruptly sat up in bed, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild beast out of control.

"Japan originally belonged to our Tokugawa family! It was our Tokugawa family that conquered this land!"

"The Japan we live in now is nothing more than a country where our power has been usurped by villains! That sword belongs to the Tokugawa family; what's wrong with me taking it back?"

“You’re crazy,” Director Shinkawa said, shaking his head slowly as he looked at him.

His hand, which was holding the cane, trembled slightly, and his voice was filled with helplessness.
"You've really gone mad! Wake up, Mito Shinzo! This is no longer the era of the Shogunate! That's history from a hundred years ago! You can't live in the dream of the past!"

That last sentence was like a sharp knife, piercing Mito Shinzo's heart.

He froze, the madness on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by a deathly paleness.

He sat blankly on the bed, staring ahead with empty eyes, muttering to himself, "No...it's not like that...the Tokugawa family didn't decline..."

Seeing his dejected appearance, Director Shinkawa let out a sneer, a laugh filled with sorrow.
"Do you know that after I found out that you stole the katana, I was originally going to kill you?"

Upon hearing this, Mito Shinzo abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with terror.

“I hate you for betraying me, for defiling our thirty-year friendship, and for making me a sinner in the museum.”

Director Shinkawa's voice was eerily calm.
“I’ve even planned that after I kill you, I’ll turn myself in and atone for my sins with my death.”

He paused, his gaze falling on Mito Shinzo's ashen face, and slowly said...

"But looking at you now, I've changed my mind."

"I won't kill you, I'll call the police."

"You'll be arrested by the police, Shinzo Mito. You will pay the price for what you've done."

After speaking, Director Shinkawa slowly stood up, turned around, and walked step by step toward the door.

His steps were slow, and with each step, his cane would tap the floor, making a heavy, rhythmic "thud, thud" sound, like the tolling of a funeral bell, each sound striking Mito Shinzo's heart.

The sunlight fell on his back, casting a long, long shadow that made him appear exceptionally lonely.

Just as Director Shinkawa grasped the doorknob, preparing to open the door, a sudden change occurred!

Shinzo Mito, who had been in a daze, suddenly jumped up from the bed with agility that belied his weak and powerless state, which was unlike that of an old man who had just woken up from a coma.

He grabbed the glass vase from the bedside table; it still held fresh lilies, glistening water droplets rolling on the white petals.

Shinzo Mito gripped the vase tightly, his eyes bloodshot, his face contorted like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

"I can't let you destroy everything I have!" Mito Shinzo roared, using all his strength to smash the heavy glass vase hard against the back of Shinkawa's head!

The vase traced a cold arc through the air, making a whistling sound, and smashed straight towards the back of Director Shinkawa's head.

Lin Xiuyi and Hattori Heizo, standing outside the door, held their breath and pressed their faces against the door, listening to the conversation inside.

The moment they heard Mito Shinzo's roar, their expressions changed drastically, and they almost simultaneously raised their feet and kicked the ward door hard!

"boom!"

With a loud crash, the ward door was flung open, slamming against the wall with a dull thud.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The glass vase, gleaming with a deadly cold light, was only inches from the back of Director Shinkawa's head.

When Director Shinkawa heard the sound of wind behind him, his pupils suddenly contracted. He instinctively wanted to turn around, but his aged body was a beat too slow to react.

He could only barely turn his head to the side, watching helplessly as the heavy glass vase, imbued with the madness and resentment of Mito Shinzo, smashed toward the back of his head.

The shadow of death instantly enveloped him.

Just at this critical moment, a figure rushed into the ward!
It's Lin Xiuyi!

The instant the door was flung open, he had already assessed the situation thanks to his exceptional observation skills and reaction speed.

Without any hesitation, Lin Xiuyi lunged forward like an arrow released from a bow, his left hand flashing to block the back of Shinkawa's head, while his right hand went straight for Mito Shinzo's wrist holding the bottle!

"Crack!"

A sharp sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the ward.

But this wasn't the dull thud of a vase hitting someone's head; rather, it was the sound of the vase shattering against the wall after being blocked by Lin Xiuyi's left hand.

Countless shards of glass scattered in all directions, reflecting thousands of cold, icy rays of light under the sunlight.

Clear water mixed with pure white lily petals spilled all over the ground, soaking the clean floor and leaving a mess.

A sharp pain shot through Lin Xiuyi's left forearm as flying shards of glass tore his sleeve, leaving a long, bloody gash on his skin.

Blood gushed out instantly, flowing down his forearm and spreading a glaring red stain on his light-colored sleeve.

But he didn't care at all. His right hand had already firmly gripped Mito Shinzo's wrist, and he twisted the wrist sharply!
"what!"

Shinzo Mito let out a piercing scream as a sharp pain shot through his wrist, causing his fingers to involuntarily loosen.

The remaining half of the vase fell to the ground with a clatter, rolled a few times, and finally came to rest in the corner of the wall with a soft shattering sound.

Hattori Heizo rushed into the ward right after him. He reacted very quickly, taking a step forward and firmly restraining Mito Shinzo's arm from the other side.

The two worked together seamlessly; one twisted the wrist, the other locked the arm, and in the blink of an eye, they pinned the crazed old man down on the hospital bed.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Shinzo Mito struggled desperately, screaming.

But both Lin Xiuyi and Hattori Heizo were incredibly strong, and his struggles seemed so futile under their pressure. (End of Chapter)