Detective Conan: Starting with Yukiko covered in black stockings!

He stood in the center of the altar, like a ruler in the darkness, with the crucial core documents of the "Twilight Project" placed beside him.

A mysterious light emanated from the altar, a strange purple hue that seemed to hint at the eeriness and danger of the plan.

The light flickered incessantly, as if it were alive, sending chills down one's spine.

The director looked at Amuro Tooru and the others with a smug smile on his face, a smile full of mockery and arrogance.

His voice echoed across the empty altar, like the whisper of a demon: "You have come too late after all." The voice seemed to possess a kind of magic, causing a surge of despair in everyone's hearts, as if all their efforts had vanished in an instant.

Amuro Tooru glared angrily at the director, his eyes burning with fury as if he wanted to devour him: "Do you think you can succeed? Put down the documents and surrender!" His voice was firm and powerful, resounding like a bell above the altar, expressing his unwavering determination, as if to convey this determination to everyone present.

The director merely sneered, his laughter filled with disdain: "Once the Twilight Project is launched, the world will usher in a completely new order, and you so-called righteous people will be powerless to stop it!" His eyes revealed madness and obsession, as if he could already see the apocalyptic scene he longed for, a world reshaped according to his will.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, Vermouth quietly circled around to the back of the director.

She was like a black panther silently approaching its prey, her steps light and silent, each step cautious, as if afraid of making the slightest sound to disturb her prey.

Seizing the opportunity, she prepared to snatch the documents like an arrow released from a bow.

However, the director seemed to have been prepared. His keen intuition detected the movement behind him, and he turned around quickly, like a black lightning bolt, raising his weapon and pointing it at Vermouth, his eyes flashing with vigilance.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you, Vermouth,” the director said coldly, his voice filled with chilling intent, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Asking for flowers

At this critical moment, Amuro Tooru seized the opportunity and rushed forward like a tiger descending a mountain, attempting to subdue the director.

Seeing this, the director had no choice but to devote some of his energy to dealing with Amuro Tooru's attack.

In an instant, the three were caught in a chaotic battle.

Their figures flickered and intertwined on the altar, every movement filled with power and danger, every collision seemingly tearing the air apart.

Amuro Tooru and the director engaged in close combat, their fists and feet whistling through the air.

Vermouth, not to be outdone, looked for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the director.

The entire altar seemed to have become a battlefield of life and death, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

In the fierce battle, Amuro Tooru gradually gained the upper hand thanks to his excellent fighting skills.

He skillfully evaded the director's storm of attacks, like a nimble dancer twirling on a knife's edge, every movement full of beauty and power.

Then, seizing his opponent's weakness, he knocked the weapon from his hand with the precision of an eagle's claw.

The sound of weapons hitting the ground was particularly loud on the silent altar, as if it were the prelude to victory.

Seeing this, the director knew that all was lost, but his obsessive determination made him rush to the place where the documents were kept, wanting to activate "Project Twilight" at the last minute and fulfill his crazy dream.

His eyes were filled with madness and determination, as if he had lost his mind.

Chapter 361 The Truth About the Altar

Just as the director was about to touch the documents, Vermouth reacted swiftly, like a swift falcon, pouncing and knocking the director to the ground.

Amuro Tooru seized the opportunity and quickly stepped forward, subduing the director as if a mountain were pressing down on him.

They finally managed to take control of the director, but just when they thought they had thwarted his plan, an unexpected event occurred, like a demon's attack.

Suddenly, an eerie light shone around the altar, a light that resembled flames from hell and exuded a chilling aura.

The light shone with an eerie red hue, flickering and pulsating constantly, as if it were the eyes of a demon peering into the world.

The ground began to shake violently, as if the earth was groaning in pain, and cracks spread across the ground like hideous wounds.

Black smoke, carrying a pungent odor, spewed out from the crack from time to time, making people feel nauseous.

It turned out that after arriving at the altar, the director had already initiated part of the "Twilight Project" program in advance. Even though he was subdued, the plan continued to proceed automatically like a runaway horse.

Amuro Tooru and Vermouth realized that the situation was critical, as if the whole world was standing on the edge of a cliff, and the slightest carelessness would plunge them into an abyss of no return.

They must find a way to stop the plan as soon as possible, or the world will face annihilation.

So the two of them quickly began to study the core information, trying to find clues from it.

Their eyes were filled with anxiety and focus, their fingers flipped quickly across the documents, and their brains were working at high speed, trying to find key information from the complex text and charts.

During their intense research, they discovered that "Project Twilight" was a mad plan to control the world using supernatural forces, and the key to activating the plan lay in a mysterious device on the altar.

The device emitted a mysterious light and was covered with strange symbols and markings. The symbols seemed to have a life of their own, shimmering with an eerie luster under the light, as if telling ancient and sinister secrets.

At this moment, the mysterious device on the altar began to emit a strong light, and supernatural power was constantly gathering, making the entire altar seem to have become a huge energy field.

The light surged like a raging sea, and the energy fluctuations distorted the surrounding air, as if space itself had lost its original shape under this powerful force.

Amuro Tooru and Vermouth knew that time was of the essence; every second was like a countdown to their lives. They had to find a way to shut down the device in the shortest possible time.

Their hearts raced involuntarily, and fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, but their eyes remained firm, showing no sign of backing down.

With her extensive knowledge accumulated in the dark world, Vermouth, like an explorer searching for treasure in the dark, carefully observed the strange symbols and markings on the device.

Her eyes revealed focus and contemplation; her brain was working at high speed, trying to decipher the meaning of these symbols.

After some effort, she deduced that these symbols might be key clues to shutting down the device.

So she and Tooru Amuro began to study the symbols carefully, trying to decipher their meaning.

Their eyes were fixed on the symbols, their brains working at high speed.

After Amuro Tooru and Vermouth successfully prevented part of the "Twilight Project" from starting, the city seemed to have temporarily awakened from a nightmare, and on the surface, it returned to calm.

The streets are bustling with traffic, and people seem to have returned to their usual rhythm of life. But beneath this calm, undercurrents of crisis are quietly surging.

After learning that the final altar might conceal an even greater crisis, Cao Yu and his team from the special operations group embarked on their journey without hesitation.

Along the way, the vehicles sped past on the streets like arrows released from a bow.

The sharp, piercing siren tore through the air, like a mournful alarm, alerting passersby to the urgency of the situation and urging them to make way.

The atmosphere inside the car was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe, as if an invisible boulder was pressing down on everyone's hearts.

Cao Yu sat in the car, his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. His gaze was fixed on the scenery outside the car window, his eyes revealing determination and anxiety.

He was fully aware of the difficulty of this mission, that every minute and every second was crucial, and that the consequences of any delay would be unimaginable, and the world might be plunged into utter ruin.

He prayed silently, hoping to reach the final altar in time and prevent that terrible disaster from happening.

Chapter 362 is chilling

When Cao Yu and the others finally arrived at the final altar, the scene before them was like a terrifying painting, making their hearts tighten. The oppressive atmosphere at the scene was like a tangible haze, almost swallowing them whole.

The Superintendent of Police and a crime syndicate leader dressed in a black robe stood silently at the center of the altar, like two ghosts from the abyss of darkness.

An eerie light flickered around them, a light unlike any commonly seen in the world. It carried an indescribable sense of distortion, as if it came from a distant and unknown time and space, exuding a chilling aura of evil, like countless dark tentacles baring their fangs and claws, trying to drag everything around them into an endless abyss.

Before them lay some ancient and mysterious artifacts, strangely shaped and with bizarre patterns. Each pattern resembled an evil rune, and under the light, they seemed to tell a story of an unknown evil history, sending chills down one's spine.

The two were intently performing the final steps of the activation ceremony, chanting incantations in a low, hoarse voice that seemed to emanate from the depths of hell, carrying endless gloom and terror, like a summons from hell that sent chills down one's spine.

Cao Yu's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the two culprits, his eyes burning with a furious flame that seemed to want to incinerate the evil before him.

At the same time, his eyes revealed a deep sense of vigilance, knowing that once this ritual was completed and the evil god awoke, the world would face a catastrophe that could destroy everything, a burden that humanity could not bear.

At this moment, the once bright sky seemed to be mercilessly covered by an invisible black hand. A thick layer of dark clouds, as black as ink, quickly gathered, and the sky instantly became dark and gloomy. It was as if the whole world was shrouded in a huge shadow, as if the whole world was mourning for this evil ritual, foreshadowing the terrible consequences that were about to come.

Shortly after everyone arrived, the ceremony seemed to enter its most crucial and dangerous phase.

A powerful and malevolent force, like a demon that had been dormant for a thousand years, was suddenly awakened and began to gather wildly around the altar.

The air seemed to be stirred up by an invisible, malicious hand, making a whooshing sound, like the roar of a demon, making people's eardrums ache.

The cracks in the ground spread and expanded rapidly like a spider web, as if they were painful wounds on the earth. Dark energy surged from them like black smoke, carrying a nauseating stench, as if it were evil miasma overflowing from the depths of hell.

The evil god is about to awaken, and its terrifying aura has begun to spread, like a chilling tide, penetrating every corner with an all-pervasive force, making people feel their souls tremble involuntarily, as if everything becomes so small and fragile in the face of this evil power.

Cao Yu knew he could no longer sit idly by and wait for his death; he had to take immediate action, or it would be too late.

He quickly made a decision to use the artifact as a guide to try to bring the guardian's consciousness down.

Although this artifact suffered severe damage from the energy rampage after the laboratory crisis, much like a warrior who has been through the baptism of war and is covered in wounds, it still retains its powerful strength after a period of careful recuperation.

It is a mysterious power originating from ancient traditions, carrying the will and hope of countless ancestors, and is their only hope at this moment, like a faint but firm ray of dawn in the darkness.

Cao Yu gripped the divine artifact tightly with both hands. The runes on the surface of the artifact shimmered with a faint light, as if responding to his call, or as if gathering their last bit of power.

He muttered incantations in a low, firm voice, each syllable seemingly drawing upon all his strength. Veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, demonstrating the extreme difficulty of the process. Each syllable seemed to be a force squeezed from the depths of his soul, a testament to his determination to fight against evil.

With Cao Yu's unremitting efforts, the artifact gradually emitted a dazzling light. This light, like the dawn, was so bright and dazzling in the inky darkness, forming a strong and distinct contrast with the surrounding dark power.

The light grew stronger and stronger, rising like a surging tide, gradually condensing into a phantom figure above the altar. That was the consciousness of the guardian.

Chapter 363: Everyone showed expressions of shock.

The guardian's figure radiated a soft and holy light, like the warm spring sun, bringing warmth and hope. It stood out from the surrounding evil aura, like a ray of hope illuminating this corner shrouded in darkness, rekindling a glimmer of hope in the hearts of everyone present.

The Guardian's voice resounded like a great bell, each word carrying a powerful and awe-inspiring force, striking the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer: "Listen up, everyone, the Superintendent General in front of you is the current host of the ancient organization."

For years, he has used his position to meticulously plot the resurrection of the evil god in the shadows.

He colluded with this criminal group, plotting to use the world-destroying power of the evil god to realize their insane ambition to rule the world.

Their actions will bring annihilation to the world; countless lives will be lost in this catastrophe, and the world will be plunged into endless darkness and suffering!

Upon hearing this, everyone showed expressions of shock.

Amuro Tooru's brows furrowed tightly, like two mountains about to collide. A look of disbelief flashed in his eyes. He never imagined that the Superintendent General of Police, who usually represented justice and order in the public eye and was highly respected, was actually a villain hiding in the shadows, carrying out such evil deeds under their noses for many years, like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the world at any moment.

Vermouth narrowed her eyes slightly, a complex expression flashing in her cat-like eyes. A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips, as if she was already quite used to such betrayals and conspiracies. After all, she had been struggling in the dark world for many years and had seen too much ugliness and betrayal. The dark side of human nature was no longer surprising to her.

The Superintendent of Police looked at the Guardians with a disdainful sneer, a smile that seemed to be contempt for the Guardians and the others, like a demon mocking mortals: "Hmph, Guardians? Do you think you can stop all of this? This is a destiny battle that transcends time and space, destined to happen from the moment the ancient organization was born."

The awakening of the evil god is unstoppable; the world will be reshaped by its power, ushering in true order! You arrogant fools are nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot! Before the power of the evil god, your resistance is futile!

The crime syndicate leader echoed, his voice sharp and maniacal, like the hooting of an owl, sending chills down one's spine: "That's right, you so-called righteous people are nothing but making futile struggles."

Once the evil god descends, you will all become its sacrifices, witnessing the world's reshaping in agony! Your justice is nothing but a joke before absolute power!

Cao Yu gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with a resolute flame that seemed capable of incinerating all evil. He shouted, "Your conspiracy will not succeed! Whether this duel is destiny or a conspiracy, we will not let you harm this world! We will protect justice and peace! Even at the cost of our lives, we will never back down!"

With the arrival of the Guardian's consciousness, a destiny-bound battle that transcends time and space has officially begun.

Cao Yu launched the first attack. With the help of the divine artifact, he chanted an ancient and mysterious incantation. The artifact shone brightly, and beams of light shot out like arrows, rushing towards the Superintendent General and the crime syndicate leader.

These lights possess a powerful purifying force, seemingly capable of dispelling all darkness in the world, like light declaring war on darkness, carrying a sacred mission.

Seeing the situation was turning against them, the Superintendent General and the crime syndicate leader reacted swiftly, their figures flashing like ghosts, appearing and disappearing in the darkness as they dodged the attacks of the light.

At the same time, they also unleashed their respective dark powers to fight back. The dark power surged towards Cao Yu and the others like a black storm.

The crime syndicate leader swung his hands in the air, letting out a sharp whistling sound that cut through the air like a blade.

Instantly, countless black tentacles sprouted from the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced towards Cao Yu and the others.

These tentacles, seemingly alive, writhed and emitted a nauseating stench. Wherever they passed, the ground was mercilessly torn apart, solid earth was easily ripped apart like tofu, and trees were uprooted and thrown into the air. It was as if the whole world was trembling under the ravages of this evil force.

Chapter 364 A chill ran through me

Cao Yu's teammates reacted quickly. Some raised their shields to try to block the tentacles' attack. The shields collided with the tentacles, making dull thuds, and each collision left cracks on the shields. Others swung their weapons and slashed at the tentacles with all their might. The weapons hit the tentacles, splashing black liquid, but they could only leave shallow marks and could not cause any effective damage. These tentacles were exceptionally tough, as if they were forged from dark steel.

Amuro Tooru seized the opportunity and decisively led the public security forces to flank them from the side.

Their weapons spewed flames and bullets; the flames, like ferocious fire dragons, roared towards the enemy with intense heat; the bullets, like dense raindrops, poured towards the enemy with deadly force, attempting to disrupt their attack rhythm.

But the Superintendent General remained calm. He chanted an ancient and obscure incantation in a low and eerie voice, as if it were a summons coming from 330 depths of hell.

Instantly, a dark shield formed around him, its surface shimmering with an eerie light, like countless evil eyes watching over him, seemingly mocking the attacks.

Each time an attack hits the shield, it makes a piercing sound, as if the dark forces are mocking their futile efforts. The sound is like the laughter of a demon, sending chills down one's spine.

Vermouth moved like a ghost along the edge of the battlefield, her figure appearing and disappearing in the darkness as if she were one with it.

With keen eyes, she observed the situation like a black panther lurking in the darkness, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. No subtle change escaped her notice.

Suddenly, she noticed that the leader of the criminal organization (BFDI) had briefly created a defensive gap behind him due to his intense focus while unleashing his dark tentacle attack.

Without hesitation, she flashed forward like a black lightning bolt, rushing towards the crime syndicate leader at a speed so fast that it was almost imperceptible.

As she approached her target, a sharp dagger appeared in her hand without her noticing. The dagger gleamed coldly in the dim light, like the scythe of death, and she plunged it viciously into the leader's back.

Sensing the danger behind him, the crime syndicate leader quickly turned around, relying on the keen intuition he had cultivated over the years in the underworld.

He blocked Vermouth's attack with his arm. The dagger sliced ​​across the leader's arm, leaving a deep wound from which black blood flowed out like ink, emitting a pungent, fishy smell, as if it were dark venom.

The leader roared, his voice filled with rage and pain, like the howl of a wild beast, and swung his palm at Vermouth.

This palm strike contained powerful dark energy; the air whistled sharply as it was being torn apart by the force of the palm strike.

Vermouth dodged to the side, but was still struck by the palm strike. Her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.