I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, cut a small piece of Amuro Toru's special lemon crepe mille-feuille cake with a fork and put it into his mouth.

The sourness of the lemon instantly dilutes the sweetness of the cream, and the sweet and sour taste spreads in the mouth, making people want to take another bite.

Shen Yuan smiled and looked at Toru Amuro, "Mr. Amuro's craftsmanship really impressed me. It's worthy of being your special supply. It tastes even better than the strawberry cake last time!" Toru Amuro was sitting opposite drinking coffee. Hearing this, he looked up and happened to meet Shen Yuan's smiling eyes.

The sunlight shone through the glass window onto Shen Yuan's profile, shrouding him in a soft halo.

Amuro Toru was slightly startled, then he put on a polite smile: "It's my honor that Mr. Shen likes it!"

"Right, right!" Sonoko slammed the table excitedly, "Mr. Amuro's lemon dessert is one of his signature dishes! I want to eat it every time I come here, but Mr. Amuro often takes leave, so it's difficult to eat his special dish!" At this moment, Lightning came over quietly, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the remaining sandwich on Shen Yuan's plate.

It lowered its head, sniffed lightly with the tip of its nose, then opened its mouth, ready to take it away in one bite - "No!" Amuro Toru's hands were as fast as lightning. His slender fingers held up the plate steadily. With his other hand, he raised an index finger and gently tapped the tip of Lightning's nose. His tone was gentle but unyielding: "Cats can't eat desserts!" His movements were smooth and flowing, without any exaggeration or deliberate display, just like the natural reaction of someone who is used to taking care of pets.

But Shen Yuan still noticed the precision and speed of his attack - there were no unnecessary movements, not even the cutlery on the plate shook.

——Mr. Mazda is worthy of being called the “Ace of Team Zero”.

Lightning was stopped and swung his tail in dissatisfaction, but he did not get angry. He just rubbed his head against Amuro Toru's wrist, as if he was acting coquettishly.

Amuro Toru laughed and took out a small plate of specially made venison jerky from under the bar: "This is yours!"

"Ah! Mr. Amuro is so cunning!" Sonoko jumped up and grabbed the dried meat, "I want to feed Lightning too!" The scene that followed was chaotic for a while.

Lightning sat in the middle of the restaurant, accepting food from everyone like a true aristocrat.

Conan stood on tiptoe and tried to touch its ears, Xiaolan carefully combed the hair on the back of its neck, and Sonoko was busy taking pictures from every angle.

"This one must be used as the screen saver!" Sonoko turned the phone screen towards everyone. In the photo, Conan was completely buried in lightning silver-gray fur, with only a silly grin on his head showing.

Shen Yuan's cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He put down his coffee cup and took out his phone. On the screen was a message from Gin: "The report is complete, send it to my email.

"It's short and direct, and even the punctuation marks are imperative and cold."

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows and tapped the screen with his fingertips: "Done, sent.

"The message showed as read, but Gin was silent for two or three minutes.

Just when Shen Yuan thought the conversation was over, his phone vibrated again - "Are you at home?" Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes, wondering if this killer was planning to assign him some extra work temporarily.

He replied: "Eating at Beika Town.

"Almost immediately, Gin's next message popped up: "Come to the dock at five o'clock. I'll drive because my hands are not convenient.

"Shen Yuan stared at the screen and almost laughed out loud - was his personal driver absent from work? He typed slowly: "Okay, I'll be there at five o'clock.

"Just as he put down his phone, he found that Amuro Toru was looking at him, with a hint of inquiry in his purple-gray eyes: "Mr. Shen is busy?" Shen Yuan picked up the orange juice latte and took a sip, and said in a relaxed tone: "My temporary boss asked me to go over at five o'clock to deal with a work issue!" Amuro Toru was stunned for a moment, and before he could say anything, Xiaolan raised her head from the dessert, her almond eyes wide open: "Huh? Isn't Mr. Shen a graduate student? Why did you start working?"

"It's a temporary job," Shen Yuan smiled, "I earn some pocket money when I don't have classes!" Conan's glasses suddenly reflected the light, and he keenly grasped the suspicious points - Shen Yuan's usual dress and spending habits, plus the fact that he kept Lightning sleek and plump, he didn't look like a person who was short of money at all.

He looked up and asked in an innocent childish voice, "Brother Shen, are you short of money? Doesn't the University of Tokyo offer scholarships for international students?" He tilted his head and added innocently, "And Brother Shen's watch looks very expensive..."

"Conan!" Xiaolan quickly held the boy's head. "It's very rude to ask that!" Shen Yuan sighed helplessly and repeated his usual story: "... just like that, irresponsible parents, the picky eater who destroys the house, and a broken me..." Conan's face darkened. There are actually parents more irresponsible than his own?! Thinking of his own couple, who traveled the world investigating crimes and left their son at home, he suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for Shen Yuan.

Xiaolan smiled awkwardly. Thinking about it this way, my father is still very responsible. At least he works hard to support the family... "Brother Shen Yuan!" Yuanzi suddenly slammed the table, shaking the cups and plates. "I'll pay for Lightning's meals from now on!" She took out her black card with great enthusiasm. "Isn't it just Kobe beef? It's from our Wagyu ranch under the Suzuki Group..."

"Puchi--" Amuro Toru suddenly turned his face away, put his fist to his lips, and his shoulders shook suspiciously.

The sunlight danced on the ends of his golden hair, outlining the slightly reddish earlobes.

Lightning seemed to sense the topic had turned to him. He lazily raised his head, his icy blue eyes scanning the surroundings before finally settling on the dried meat in Amuro Toru's hand. He flicked his tail gently. "Another piece?" Amuro Toru laughed and took out another piece of dried meat and handed it to him. "Your owner has worked so hard to raise you well!" Shen Yuan glanced at his watch and stood up. "It's almost time. I have to go!" He touched Lightning's head and looked up at Amuro Toru and said, "Mr. Amuro, I don't have time to take Lightning home. I'll leave him here for now. You can take him for a walk in the alley where we met before. I'll pick him up there!"

"Leave it to me, I'll let you see the intact Lightning at night!" Amuro Toru squatted down and ran his fingers through Lightning's silver-gray fur. "Isn't it, Lightning?" The cheetah rubbed his palm affectionately and made a satisfied purring sound.

Xiaolan and Sonoko also waved goodbye: "Let's have afternoon tea together next time!" Conan hugged Lightning's neck and suddenly said: "If Brother Shen's boss bullies you, let Lightning scare him!" After that, he laughed first.

"Then I'll see you tonight!" he murmured, turning and pushing open Poirot's door.

Amid the crisp sound of wind chimes, the setting sun stretched his shadow very long, extending all the way to the end of the street in Beika Town.

Chapter 25 Bloody Deal

At five o'clock in the evening at the Tokyo Bay Terminal, the setting sun cast long shadows on the containers.

When Shen Yuan walked over in the last ray of sunlight, Gin's Porsche 356A had already stopped in the shadow in the corner.

The silver-haired man leaned against the passenger window, a burning cigarette between his slender fingers, and his other hand loosely gripped a Beretta, the barrel of which shone coldly in the twilight.

His eyes were like a hawk, locked onto the direction Shen Yuan was heading - if there was any "tail" following behind him, the bullet would pierce the person's eyebrows in the next second.

Shen Yuan saw the gun pointed at him, smiled helplessly, then opened the driver's door and got in naturally, "Mr. Gin, where are we going?" He fastened his seat belt, turned and smiled at Gin, "Is this considered extra work? Is there a bonus?" Gin narrowed his eyes and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth - it was an almost vicious smile.

Then he raised his hand and pressed the cold barrel of the gun against Shen Yuan's temple.

The "click" sound of the safety latch opening was particularly clear in the closed compartment.

"See the gun," Gin's voice was colder than the gun barrel, "Aren't you afraid?" Shen Yuan didn't even tremble his eyelashes.

The setting sun shone through the car window onto the side of his face, casting the shadow of the gun barrel on the bridge of his nose, forming a dangerous dividing line.

He smelled the scent of gun oil mixed with gun smoke, and the lingering aroma of gin between Gin's fingers.

"So what if I'm afraid? I've obviously walked into a den of wolves!" He shrugged, his Adam's apple rolling, "I can't outrun a bullet!" The two looked at each other for three seconds, and Gin slowly put down his gun and put out his cigarette in the car's ashtray.

There are already three cigarette butts in the ashtray.

"Drive!" Gin's voice was hoarse with tobacco, "Port warehouse!" The Porsche engine let out a low roar, and Shen Yuan skillfully shifted gears and started.

He noticed that the mileage on the dashboard was abnormally high. In the rearview mirror, the outline of the dock gradually faded away, replaced by a dense cluster of containers along the coast of Tokyo Bay.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a rusty warehouse.

Gin took out the silencer from the glove box and slowly screwed it on the pistol.

"Wait!" He pushed open the car door, and the hem of his black windbreaker drew a sharp arc in the twilight.

Shen Yuan adjusted the seat back and watched through the windshield as Gin's figure disappeared through the side door of the warehouse.

The moon had just risen, casting jagged shadows across the shipping containers.

A wild cat ran past the front of the car, suddenly its fur stood on end and it screamed and ran away - almost at the same time, a muffled sound was heard from the warehouse.

The sound of a silenced gunshot.

Five minutes later, Gin reappeared.

The moonlight shone on half of his face, while the other half was immersed in shadow.

When he opened the car door, Shen Yuan smelled the fresh smell of blood.

"Bang!" A silver briefcase was thrown into the back seat.

Gin sat in the passenger seat and wiped his face casually - this action stretched the blood on his right cheek into a hideous red finger mark.

"Do you want to try calling the police?" He suddenly raised the gun again, waved the muzzle in front of Shen Yuan, and spoke in a frivolous tone as if he was discussing the weather.

Shen Yuan sighed, and his fingertips tapped a regular rhythm on the steering wheel: "Mr. Gin, let me emphasize again--" He turned his head and looked directly into Gin's eyes, "I really don't care whether there are deaths in Japan!" There was silence in the car.

"Well, how should I put it?" Shen Yuan tilted his head, "I think almost all Japanese people have sinful blood flowing through their veins.

It's only a matter of time before the people here are killed. It doesn't make any difference who dies first or later!" Gin's pupils shrank slightly.

In the moonlight, Shen Yuan could clearly see the tiny gray lines in his irises, like cracks beneath the surface of a frozen lake.

Silence spread in the carriage.

The sound of a cargo ship's whistle came from afar, long and sad.

"I really hope so - Shen," Gin finally put away the pistol, with a disdainful arc at the corner of his mouth, "You will always say this in the future!" Shen Yuan shrugged and started the car: "Then let's wait and see!" When the Porsche drove away from the warehouse area, Shen Yuan glanced through the rearview mirror.

The moonlight illuminated a small pool of liquid at the door of the warehouse, creating an eerie reflection.

He calmly withdrew his gaze and turned up the air conditioner by one degree.

"Next place?" he asked, his tone as casual as if he was asking what's for dinner.

His fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, as if everything he had just witnessed was just an insignificant movie.

Gin picked up the silver safe from the back seat, and the metal buckle made a crisp "click" sound.

He took out a tablet computer, and the blue light of the screen shone on his stern profile, making the bloodstains appear purple.

"Roppongi," he swiped the screen to bring up the map, "Hills Tower underground parking lot!" Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Such a high-end place? It seems that the target this time is more tasteful than the one in the warehouse!" The Porsche drove into the bustling night of Tokyo.

The neon lights of Roppongi flowed on the windshield like spilled paint.

Shen Yuan noticed that Gin was checking the magazine, and the bullets were shining with a cold brass light in the moonlight.

"What do you want me to do this time?" Shen Yuan stopped at a red light, "Continue to be a driver, or..." He glanced meaningfully at the holster on Gin's waist.

Gin threw the tablet into the back seat: "Just watch!" The underground parking lot of Hills Tower was empty and silent, and their footsteps echoed in the concrete structure.

Gin took Shen Yuan through the fire escape on the B3 floor and stopped in front of a metal door marked "Equipment Room".

"Thirty seconds later," Gin took out a silenced pistol, and the metal parts collided with each other, making a cold "click" sound.

He unbuttoned his suit with one hand, revealing a spare magazine on the inside holster. "Someone will come to get something!" His bony fingers tapped the password box, and the leather gloves made a slight rustling sound when rubbing against the metal box. "You stand here and do nothing!" Shen Yuan leaned against the wall, watching Gin disappear into the shadows. His silver hair was almost invisible in the dim light, and only his green eyes occasionally reflected the glimmer of a cold-blooded animal.

He smelled the distinctive odor of an underground parking garage—tire rubber, motor oil, and a faint musty odor wafting from the ventilation ducts.

In the distance, the elevator dinged and a middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked out. The company logo on his briefcase was that of a well-known technology company.

As the man approached the equipment room, Gin appeared like a ghost.

There was no conversation, no threats, not even time for the target's pupils to contract - three muffled sounds were heard almost in a line, and the gunpowder gas from the silencer formed three fleeting gray mists in the air.

The first shot hit the heart, the second shot hit the eyebrow, and the third shot hit the left chest, leaving him no chance of survival.

The man collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, and the back of his head hit the concrete floor with a dull thud that made his teeth ache.

Blood gushed out from the bullet hole in his chest, forming three gorgeous flowers on his light-colored suit.

His right hand still held the briefcase, his knuckles stiff with sudden death, and the expensive crocodile leather bag didn't even make a sound when it slipped off.

"Now," Gin dragged the corpse into the equipment room. He grabbed the corpse's tie and checked the trademark. After confirming that it was made of silk, he began to wipe the handle of the safe with the back of the tie. "Put the box in the elevator!" When Shen Yuan bent down to pick up the box, he noticed that a magnetic tracker had been attached to the bottom of the box.

The moment the elevator door slowly closed, he saw through the gap that Gin was wrapping the barrel of the gun with the dead man's tie - the dark blue Hermès tie had now become the most convenient cleaning tool.

The corpse's suit was unbuttoned, and Gin took out his wallet from the inner pocket as skillfully as if he was taking out his own belongings.

The fluorescent light suddenly flickered, casting a strange shadow on Gin's lowered profile.

The last thing Shen Yuan saw was a pair of black-gloved hands putting a wedding ring back onto the corpse's gradually stiffening ring finger.

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows. Is Gin setting up the crime scene?

Chapter 26 Bloody Memory

On the way back, Gin suddenly asked, "Is this the first time you've seen someone die?" Shen Yuan turned the steering wheel and drove onto the main road: "No!"

"Oh?" Gin's voice was playful, "When?" Shen Yuan's knuckles turned slightly white on the steering wheel: "Twenty-one years old, Syria!" The Porsche drove past a faulty street lamp, and the flickering light cast mottled shadows on his face, "After the beautiful army's air strike, my parents and I went to be medical volunteers!" The heat wave of memory hit him.

He seemed to see the ruins of the bombed-out hospital again, with flies buzzing around rows of body bags in the scorching sun.

A local little girl tugged at the corner of his clothes tightly, and her cracked lips moved as she asked him why he couldn't save her mother.

"Forty-three bodies were collected on the first day!" Shen Yuan's tone was terrifyingly calm. "There was a pregnant woman... When we found her, everything below her abdomen was shattered, but she was still alive!" The Porsche unconsciously accelerated, and the engine emitted a low roar. "My father performed the Caesarean section, and the baby lived for six minutes!" Gin's breathing paused imperceptibly for a moment.

The moonlight filtered through the car window, revealing the frozen coldness in Shen Yuan's eyes. It was a look that only someone who had truly experienced hell would have—not anger, not sadness, but a deeper, almost nihilistic indifference.

"How ridiculous," Shen Yuan suddenly sneered, "A country that wants to be the 'world police' keeps launching wars of annihilation against weak and completely harmless countries, as if this can prove its strength!" Gin took out a cigarette case from the inner pocket of his windbreaker, and the flame of the metal lighter danced in the darkness.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep puff, the smoke blurring his angular profile.

Shen Yuan's words reminded him of an "old friend" in the FBI - that idiot who always talked about "justice". After all, wasn't he also trying to get promoted in the organization and get that "secret" so that he could kill people without mercy?

"They are all greedy guys!" Gin blew out smoke rings, his voice colder than the night.

The atmosphere in the car froze for a moment.

Shen Yuan glanced at the rearview mirror. In the moonlight, Gin's silver hair shone coldly, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

It suddenly dawned on him – this was the first time Gin had actually shown interest in him.

Gin doesn't like pure white people.

If he didn't meet his expectations... perhaps, this killer would personally blacken him? Thinking of this, Shen Yuan smiled.

Gin turned his head to look at him, a hint of doubt flashed in his green eyes, as if asking: "What are you laughing at?" Shen Yuan shook his head and said nothing.

The Porsche eventually stopped in front of a secluded bar.

The neon sign read "Black Label", but the letter "B" had gone out, leaving only "lack Label" flickering in the night, like some kind of ironic metaphor.