Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Silence fell over the surroundings.

Fuhesh could even clearly hear Sherry's somewhat rapid breathing.

Fear was unusually evident on her usually cool face, and her voice trembled slightly as she said, "This kind of joke isn't funny."

She seemed to understand why Fuheshel had said those strange things to her earlier.

Perhaps something really has happened, something she wouldn't even dare to imagine...

“Is that so…” If he hadn’t seen Sherry’s expression, Fuheshen might have thought she was crying. He stood up, his tall shadow obscuring Sherry. “It’s good that you think so.”

After saying that, Fuheshen turned and walked out of the restaurant.

"Sir... here is the bill." A waiter walked over with a grin, handed the bill to Fuheishen, and bowed.

As a long-time waiter, he could tell a customer's financial situation with just a glance.

It's obvious... that kind of aura, that kind of demeanor, could easily be mistaken for that of a bigwig from some conglomerate.

Shen Er glanced at it and his pupils contracted slightly. No... he only ordered a few dishes, a few steaks, and a few fried rice, how could it be so expensive?

"She'll pay for it for me," Fuheshen said coldly before pushing open the door and leaving.

After going downstairs, Vicki Schultz immediately discovered a serious problem...

His car was previously at Gin's base, but it's estimated that his peripheral members have filled it up with gas and driven it back to his villa.

So, I came here by taxi with Shirley.

Moreover, Fuheshchen never spends his own money when he goes out.

Running home from here... is a bit far.

After hesitating for a moment, Fuheshen turned around and walked upstairs with a disdainful look.

"Ah!!!" A scream suddenly rang out...

Fu Heishen turned his head slightly, and inside the restaurant, a man with a pale face lay on the ground.

"Murder! Murder! Quick, call Inspector Megure!"

"What are you shouting for? Don't you know this is Beika Town? You're disturbing my meal."

Upon sensing the man's vital signs, the scar on the corner of Fuhesh'er's mouth twitched.

Is this really the place where death resides? This man was just drunk, but he's being presumed to be a murderer?

"Huh? What happened? How did I end up here?" The man, hearing the scream, turned around and glanced around blankly.

"Hey!" sighed the surrounding crowd. "Let's disperse, let's disperse. We thought someone had died..."

Ignoring the surrounding crowd, Fuheshen walked towards Sherry.

Shirley was still sitting in her seat, her eyes red, as if she had been crying.

Heh... Fuheishen originally wanted to sneer and mock, thinking that the core members were very strong-willed, but he didn't expect them to be like this.

Indifference, fearlessness, and self-reliance—aren't these qualities expected of every member of an organization?

But when the words were about to come out, she changed them again: "Don't cry."

Shirley looked up, wiped away her tears, and forced a cold tone in her voice, "Why...why did you come back?"

"I don't have money for a taxi home," Fuheishen said without batting an eye.

Sherry:.......

She looked at the other person with a complicated expression.

Was it because of that scream, or because you were afraid I was coming back?

At that moment, she didn't know what to say.

The surrounding NPCs also looked over, watching the spectacle with amusement.

"Let's go..." Fuheshen glanced at the already paid bill, reached out and took Shirley's hand, leading her outside.

We walked in silence...

When they arrived at the Beika Town Medical Center, Sherry's voice still sounded like she was about to cry, "That's not true, is it?"

As a researcher, her status was higher than that of the regular members, but lower than that of the vast majority.

If something were to happen, she would have no power to stop it, nor would she be able to find out.

"You can think that way," Fuheshen said calmly, his dark eyes fixed on Shirley. "Besides, I told you..."

Shirley paused for a moment, the phrase flashing through her mind.

'Even more so than invincible!'

'It depends on him, and also on himself...'

“Shen Er…” Shirley didn’t use her code name. Her voice was softer, perhaps because of her emotions, and it was no longer as cold as before. “I hope it’s not true, okay?”

"As you wish." Fuheshner lit a cigarette, turned, and left…

The most painful thing is wanting to do something but being powerless to do it.

He seemed to be experiencing that familiar emotion once again.

........

The next day... Fuheishen opened his eyes from his bed.

He smelled a faint fragrance, and also, Xiaolan's scent.

Fuheishen reached out and rubbed his forehead; his body had almost instinctively reacted by going out and beating someone up.

He almost forgot that he had given Xiaolan the keys to the villa.

Although Xiaolan was a little embarrassed at first, thinking it was too impolite.

However, after learning that she would not be eating breakfast, she resolutely agreed.

He got up, washed up in the bathroom, put on a black short-sleeved shirt and trousers, and opened the door.

I saw Xiaolan wearing an apron, setting out milk, eggs, and sandwiches on the table...

"Shen'erge, you're awake?" Xiaolan said with a smile. "I've already made breakfast... but I didn't wake you up since you were still sleeping."

"Thank you so much, Lan." Fuheishen'er smiled slightly, walked to the dining table, sat down, and ate.

He really enjoys this kind of life…

"It's nothing..." Xiaolan scratched her cheek a little embarrassedly, "I just happened to get up early today."

Fuhesen nodded and drank the milk in one gulp.

"How is the milk temperature?" Xiaolan asked, looking at Shen'er with her hands behind her back.

“Just right.” Fuheishen nodded slightly.

"By the way, Brother Shen, there's a game trade fair at Paradise today, and they invited Dad to come along. Do you want to come?" Xiaolan blinked and asked.

"The Full Heaven Trade Fair?" Fuheshen'er frowned slightly, then, remembering that he had nothing to do today and that Mingmei seemed to be robbing people in a few days, his brow relaxed and he nodded, "No problem."

"That's great." Xiaolan smiled and clapped her hands.

After learning that Shen'er was lonely, the kind-hearted Xiaolan kept thinking about how to help him...

This way, he can quit gambling and also make Shen'erge less lonely.

........

"Take this! Take this!"

Conan was shaking the controller frantically, his face contorted with madness.

Snapped!

As the blood-red "game over" message appeared on the screen, Conan's expression stiffened for a moment...

"You're too weak." Fu Heishen'er's lips curled into a sneer, his eyes filled with coldness.

"Damn it." Conan scratched his head, completely baffled.

Even though we've played this game so many times with the detective team, why can't we even beat Shen Er?

Hmm...that's really strange.

According to his reasoning, a tall, aloof man like Shen Er should spend all his time training, so how could he possibly have time to play games?

This also shows that Shen Er is a beginner.

Moreover, he had played this game countless times during high school.

Why can’t I win?

"Seriously, this is supposed to be my home turf..." Kogoro Mouri leaned against the wall, looking a little drunk. "Hmm... wouldn't it be better to play some mystery games?"

"Seriously, Dad, who told you to celebrate early last night and drink so much?" Ran said, walking up to Kogoro Mouri with half-moon eyes. "Look at you now, all drunk."

"I only drank a few bottles of vodka and some gin..." Kogoro Mouri mumbled, still half-asleep.

The moment the words left his mouth, Conan, who was standing nearby, felt a chill run down his spine; his pupils contracted, and the image of the man in the top hat and black suit involuntarily flashed into his mind.

However, Gin's silver hair gradually merged with his angel's.

Conan quickly shook his head. Honestly, what was he thinking?

How could Gin possibly be Angel?

Even if it were true, he didn't believe Gin would be so kind as to save a boy on the street.

Fukuro noticed Conan's expression and grinned.

It seems Conan's mentality has collapsed from being tortured by himself. I originally thought Conan's skills were about the same as Gin's, but it turns out he's just a noob.