I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

He pretended to be on the phone, but in fact he was keeping a close eye on the movement at the door.

At exactly ten o'clock, the target pushed the door open, looked around, and then walked quickly to the east - it was a sparsely populated path, a perfect ambush location.

Amuro Toru followed, keeping a safe distance.

Gin's voice came from the headset: "The target is moving, Bourbon, confirm the situation!"

"Target confirmed, moving along the planned route!" Amuro Toru replied in a low voice, his voice incredibly calm. "No tail, the environment is safe!"

"very good.

Chianti, get ready!" Chianti's response was full of excitement: "Roger that, the scope is locked!" Amuro Toru looked at the unsuspecting figure in front of him, his heart beating faster.

He still had two minutes to decide - to save a person who might know important intelligence about the organization, or to maintain his identity as "Bourbon"? At the moment he hesitated, the target suddenly stopped and took out a cell phone from his pocket.

Amuro Toru keenly noticed that the man's fingers were trembling when he dialed the number.

"He seems to be calling someone!" Amuro Toru said into the communicator.

Gin's voice came immediately: "Stop him!" Amuro Toru quickened his pace and took out a silenced pistol from his pocket.

Just as he was about to approach his target, the man suddenly turned around and their eyes met.

"You...are you from the organization?" The man's face turned pale instantly and his phone fell to the ground.

Toru Amuro saw the despair and fear in his eyes, which reminded him of the innocent people he had saved.

But at this moment, he must play his role well.

"Good night, Mr. Traitor!" Amuro gave a cruel smile and raised his gun.

The man's lips trembled: "Wait, I have important matters—"

"Bang!" A gunshot was heard, but it did not come from Toru Amuro's pistol.

A flower of blood bloomed on the man's chest, his eyes widened, and he slowly fell to the ground.

Toru Amuro turned his head to look in the direction where the bullet came from - Chianti was standing in the window of the opposite building, making a proud gesture at him.

"Mission accomplished!" Gin's voice sounded in the headphones, "Clean up the scene and meet at the old place in ten minutes!" Amuro Toru squatted down, pretending to check the body, but actually quickly searched the man's pockets.

In his inner pocket he found a small folded piece of paper.

When no one was paying attention, he slipped the note into his sleeve.

"Confirmed dead!" he said into the communicator, his voice calm as if nothing had just happened.

As he stood up, Amuro Toru's expression returned to that cold joy.

He took one last look at the corpse on the ground, turned around and disappeared into the night.

But deep down, a voice kept questioning himself: If I had acted a little faster, could I have saved this person? What was written on that note? These questions coiled around his heart like a venomous snake, making it almost impossible to breathe.

However, when he met Gin waiting at the next corner, the chilling smile that belonged to Bourbon returned to his face.

Chapter 29 Another Tragedy in Laboratory No. 3

The midday sun shone through the glass window onto the table. Shen Yuan slowly finished the last bite of his lunch when his cell phone screen suddenly lit up.

He casually swiped open the page and found information about the school he hadn't seen for a long time. He almost forgot that he was still a student.

I saw the professor sent a message in the group: "All members: Gather in Lab 3 at 2:00 PM. There is an important announcement.

"Shen Yuan stared at the screen, frowning slightly.

He has an appointment with Gin at five o'clock this afternoon. If the professor is delayed for a long time... the image of Gin taking out the Beretta with a cold face appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"I hope nothing unexpected happens!" he muttered to himself and closed his phone.

Before two o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Yuan stepped into the campus of Tokyo University.

He walked into the laboratory building, but before he reached the laboratory, he saw the familiar cordon and the crowd surrounding it from afar.

Laboratory No. 3 was blocked again.

Shen Yuan: "..." He stood expressionlessly outside the cordon, his ears filled with the whispers of the surrounding students: "Laboratory No. 3 again? Is there something wrong with the feng shui of this place?"

"I heard someone died again, and it seems it was another professor this time..."

"Could he be poisoned again? Last time..." Shen Yuan rubbed his temples, feeling nothing inside, and even wanted to laugh.

Sure enough, the next second, he heard a familiar loud voice - "Why did another professor die at the University of Tokyo? And it's in this Laboratory No. 3!" Maori Kogoro put his hands on his hips and looked around with disgust, "Is the aura of this place bad? The dean of the University of Tokyo should go to the shrine to worship!" Shen Yuan: "..." He took a deep breath and walked in.

Mao Li Ran was the first to notice him and said in surprise: "Mr. Shen? What a coincidence, you are here too?" Conan looked up suddenly, and a sharp light reflected from the lenses of his glasses. He thought to himself: "No way... It's his mentor again?" As soon as Mao Li Kogoro saw Shen Yuan, he immediately pointed at him and yelled: "Why are you here again, little brat! Xiao Ran, are you very familiar with him?" Mao Li Ran awkwardly tugged at her father's sleeve: "Dad! Don't be so rude! Sonoko, Conan and I met Mr. Shen before, and we encountered two cases in which you were not there... We even added each other as friends!" Shen Yuan laughed dryly and raised his mobile phone: "I received a group message at noon. The professor asked us to come to the laboratory at two o'clock!" Conan: "..." Sure enough, the deceased was Brother Shen's mentor again.

Kogoro Maori crossed his arms, looked Shen Yuan up and down, and said with a sigh: "It seems that your luck is not very good. Another mentor died!" Shen Yuan: "..." Mr. Maori, is it possible that people died here because you came to Tokyo University?

Just then, there was a quarrel outside the door.

Everyone turned around and saw Inspector Megure walking in with a man and a woman.

As soon as Inspector Megure saw Shen Yuan, his eyes widened instantly: "Shen, Mr. Shen? Could the deceased be..." Shen Yuan nodded, his tone calm but with a hint of helplessness: "Yes, it's my new professor!" Inspector Megure: "..." Inspector Megure's mouth twitched, he adjusted his hat, sighed deeply, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen a little.

He turned to Officer Takagi and whispered, "This is the second one... Do you want to suggest to the higher-ups that we give Mr. Shen some psychological counseling?" Officer Takagi suppressed his laughter and responded in a low voice, "Inspector, I think the person who needs psychological counseling more may be the dean of the University of Tokyo..." Their conversation was heard by Officer Sato who was standing by. She nudged Takagi lightly with her elbow, but the corners of her mouth rose uncontrollably.

Inspector Megure turned to Kogoro Mouri and introduced: "Brother Mouri, these two are also students of the deceased!" The man and woman stepped forward. The girl's eyes were slightly red, obviously she had been crying, while the boy had a gloomy face. His eyes stayed on Shen Yuan for a moment, then quickly moved away.

Conan was keenly aware of the subtle atmosphere and his eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses.

The forensic personnel lifted the white cloth, revealing Professor Nakajima's pale face.

The front of his white coat was torn by a sharp weapon, and four knife wounds formed a strange cross shape on his chest. The deepest one ran across his neck, severing the aorta.

Blood spurted across the lab table, forming dark red streams on the white tile floor.

"The wound has very special characteristics!" Officer Takagi, wearing rubber gloves, carefully measured the length of the wound. "The first three cuts accurately avoided the vital parts, and the last cut..." His fingers stopped at the fatal cut on the neck.

Officer Sato added, "The murder weapon should be a single-edged knife with a blade length of about 10 cm. Judging from the angle of the wound, the murderer held the knife in his right hand and was between 170 and 175 cm tall!" Inspector Megure opened the notebook and said in a heavy voice, "The deceased is Kenichi Nakajima, 45 years old, a professor in the Department of Biochemistry at the University of Tokyo.

Judging from the temperature of the body and the degree of rigor mortis, and considering that the deceased had sent a message before his death asking you to report to the laboratory at two o'clock, the time of death was approximately between 12 noon and 14:00!" He looked around at the three students, "Please explain your whereabouts during this period, and any other relationship you had with the deceased besides being a teacher and student!" The girl (Michiko Matsumoto) wiped her eyes, her voice choked with sobs: "Senior Kishimoto and I... We were eating in the cafeteria, from 11:30 to about 1:30, the cafeteria aunt can testify!" The boy next to her (Sho Kishimoto) nodded with a gloomy face: "Yes, we were always together!" Inspector Megure recorded and turned his gaze to Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan spread his hands helplessly: "My alibi... maybe it's my big cat? I was always at home!" Everyone: "......?" Conan's eyes flashed dead, and he complained in his heart: "How can that cheetah testify for him?!" Shen Yuan continued: "I was always at home. I'm not familiar with the professor. It's only been a short time since I was transferred to his name, and I've seen him twice!" Kishimoto Xiang sneered, suddenly pointed at Shen Yuan, and said to Inspector Megure: "Mr. Police, what else is there to investigate? He is the murderer, right? He has no alibi, and--" He glanced at Shen Yuan with a gloomy look, "Professor Nakajima has clearly stated that he is very dissatisfied with this student who was suddenly transferred to his name. I think he is very suspicious!"

"Huh?——" Everyone "No!" Conan and Maori Kogoro almost simultaneously denied Kishimoto's accusation in their hearts.

"The murderer should be among this man and woman!" Conan pushed his glasses, and the lenses reflected a cold light.

"But they were able to testify against each other perfectly, and the cafeteria aunt also confirmed it... We must have overlooked something!" Kogoro Mouri touched his chin and looked around the scene with a rare serious look.

"Inspector Megure, could you please allow us to check the scene again?"

Chapter 30 The Covered Time of Death

When everyone stepped into the laboratory again, Conan's eyes swept across every corner like a sophisticated scanner.

He squatted down and gently pressed the livor mortis on the back of the corpse with his fingertips - there was almost no fading, and it had entered a fixed period.

"The degree of fading when pressed is less than 20%," Conan pushed his glasses, and the lenses reflected a cold light. "According to the development pattern of livor mortis at normal temperature, the time of death should be at least 8-10 hours ago!" He carefully turned over the eyelids of the deceased. "The corneal turbidity has also reached a moderate level, which is obviously inconsistent with the initial judgment of the time of death!" - The murderer deliberately delayed the changes in the corpse, thereby misleading the time of death... A low temperature environment is necessary.

The time of death was actually earlier, possibly in the early morning or even last night! But ordinary air conditioners can't achieve this effect... Conan looked around. Stress curves of various metal samples were hung on the walls of the laboratory, and precise micrometers and laser calibrators were scattered on the workbench.

A three-meter-long wind tunnel test device occupies most of the space, and there are indeed no refrigeration facilities commonly found in biological laboratories.

"Brother Shen!" Conan suddenly grabbed the corner of Shen Yuan's clothes, "Does your laboratory have a large freezer? One that can..." He made a gesture to accommodate a human body.

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow and looked around the metallic laboratory. "This is the physics and engineering lab. The main equipment is..." He pointed to the precision instruments in the corner. "Material fatigue testing machine, laser interferometer, and over there is a vibration table!" His slender fingers traced across the workbench. "We rarely use even conventional experimental reagents, let alone large-scale refrigeration equipment!"

"Um..." Matsumoto Michiko suddenly interrupted timidly, pointing her finger outside the door, "There is a small refrigerator in Professor Nakajima's personal office, just diagonally opposite..." Conan's eyes lit up, he thanked her and rushed out.

But when he breathlessly opened the 50cm-high mini refrigerator, his hopes were instantly shattered - several bottles of reagents and lunch boxes were neatly arranged inside, and even a child could not fit into the largest compartment.

When I returned to the lab, I heard Maori Kogoro slamming the table and saying, "...To delay the transformation of the corpse, either use air conditioning or a freezer! Forensic Science Department, check the electricity usage records of all the refrigeration equipment on this floor!"

"Uncle, I've checked," Conan said dejectedly, "The office refrigerator is too small, it's impossible..."

"Damn it!" Kogoro Mouri punched the wall, causing the safety regulations box on the wall to rattle.

Conan bit his lower lip, his nails unconsciously digging into the pad of his thumb.

"Something must have been missed... What method did the murderer use?" His eyes swept across every corner of the laboratory and suddenly stopped at the emergency equipment behind the door - there stood a silver metal tank marked "liquid nitrogen" quietly.

"Standard equipment for a physics laboratory!" Shen Yuan's voice rang in his ears. He had stood behind Conan without him noticing when, and pointed his slender finger at the tank. "It's used for quick freezing of superconducting materials. The capacity is 200 liters, just enough..." Shen Yuan was already a little impatient. He glanced at his watch and frowned slightly.

It's already 16:15 and Lightning hasn't been fed yet. I also have an appointment with Gin at 5 o'clock, so time is very tight.

Shen Yuan tapped the ground with the tip of his shoe, "These water stains on the floor are interesting.

Even though it's been wiped, you should be able to see the crystalline patterns left by evaporation under the UV light!" Conan immediately lay down on the ground, his nose almost touching the ground.

At a certain angle, he did see subtle fan-shaped water marks - special patterns formed by rapid thawing.

These spider-web-like patterns were reflected on Conan's lenses, and he quickly constructed the crime process in his mind: the murderer put the body into a liquid nitrogen tank for quick freezing, and after creating an alibi, he took out the body and arranged the scene.

Although the water stains caused by rapid thawing were wiped off, the traces of crystallization... "I see!" Conan looked up suddenly, a sharp light flashing in his eyes, "The murderer used a movable..." He suddenly realized something and quickly put on a childlike innocent expression: "Haha, Brother Shen, you should talk to Uncle Maori about this, I'm just a child..."

"I know you are a child!" Shen Yuan interrupted bluntly, with a meaningful smile on his lips, "But Mr. Maori seems to have some... special ideas about me!" He glanced meaningfully at Maori Kogoro who was secretly glancing at them not far away - ever since Xiaolan took the initiative to greet Shen Yuan, Maori Kogoro looked at Shen Yuan as if he was guarding against a thief.

Conan's eyes suddenly turned dead, and the funny image of Uncle Maori holding a sign that read "Keep away from my daughter" appeared in his mind.

He sighed: "Then Brother Shen, I will go talk to Uncle Maori!" Under Conan's guidance, the forensic personnel indeed detected a blood reaction on the inside of the handle of the liquid nitrogen tank.

More importantly, there was a fresh frostbite mark on the base of Sho Kishimoto's right hand, which appeared a unique bluish-white color under the ultraviolet light - this is a typical symptom after contact with ultra-low temperature metal.

"You came to the professor last night to talk about the plagiarism of your theoretical paper, right?" Maori Kogoro's sharp eyes pierced Kishimoto Sho, "Professor Nakajima took the research results of your three years of hard work and signed the first author in a core journal!" A cold light flashed in Kishimoto's glasses, and his right hand unconsciously touched the frostbite scar.

"Theory?" He suddenly sneered, his voice trembling with suppression. "That bastard said that for a mediocre person like me, being listed as the second author was already a favor!" His fingers twitched nervously. "When I took out the original experimental data, he actually... actually threw it into the shredder right in front of me!" Kishimoto ripped open the collar of his shirt, revealing a scratch on his collarbone. "The first cut was an accident... I used it to scare him. When he pounced on me, I... I couldn't control myself." His pupils contracted violently, as if he saw the scene again. "But watching him fall, it suddenly occurred to me - since it's already like this..."

"So you used liquid nitrogen to slow down the changes in the corpse," Conan whispered, "to give yourself time to create an alibi!" When the case came to an end, the sun was already setting.

Xiaolan was packing her belongings and suddenly gave Shen Yuan a bright smile: "Mr. Shen, we are going to have dinner together. Do you want to join us? I just happened to get a coupon for a nearby restaurant!" Maori Kogoro's ears pricked up instantly. He pretended to adjust his tie but was actually eavesdropping blatantly.

Shen Yuan looked at the coupon in Xiaolan's hand, and caught a glimpse of Uncle Maori's eyes that were about to spit fire, and couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks for the invitation!" He shook his phone, and a close-up of Lightning's grinning face appeared on the screen. "But if I don't go back to feed this big cat, he might tear down the apartment!" He added: "If there's a chance next time..."

"You dare to do it again?!" Maori Kogoro finally couldn't help but jumped out. Before he could finish his words, his daughter hit him on the back of the head with a knife, and he fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Then let's make an appointment next time!" Xiaolan waved, with her father, who was seeing stars, standing at her feet.

Conan, who had witnessed the entire process, instinctively covered the back of his head, his inner alarm bells ringing wildly: Absolutely, absolutely, I must not reveal my identity! I will die! I will really die! But...Brother Shen is so smart, should I say he is worthy of being a top student at the University of Tokyo?

Chapter 31 Belated Greetings

The Tokyo Tower had just lit up its orange-red lights in the twilight, and Shen Yuan's Volvo XC90 T8 slowly drove out of the Tokyo University parking lot.

The space gray body of the car glows with metallic luster in the sunset, and the Nappa leather seats exude a unique faint aroma of hand-tanning.

"Tokyo time 16:40!" the in-car AI announced calmly in a British accent.

Shen Yuan's slender fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel to the rhythm of Debussy's "Moonlight", and his slightly furrowed brows were reflected in the rearview mirror.

The phone screen lit up, and the text message from three hours ago was still lying alone in the dialog box: [Gin: 17:00, Warehouse 3] Shen Yuan quickly typed with one hand: [Boss: Just saw the message, will be late, Lightning needs to be fed].

The message showed as read but no reply. He seemed to have seen the silver-haired man's sharp white teeth showing when he sneered.

When Shen Yuan pushed open the door of the apartment, only a warm yellow wall lamp was on in the room.

There was a "pat-pat" sound of footsteps at the entrance, and Lightning jumped lightly down from the cat climbing frame, his ice-blue eyes sparkling in the dim light.

"Are you hungry?" Shen Yuan casually threw the key into the ceramic bowl, and the metal collision made a crisp sound.

He took off his shoes and rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his well-defined forearms with a few shallow scratches on them. "Pat Lightning's forehead and I'll make you dinner right away!" Shen Yuan took out the beef that had been thawed in the morning from the refrigerator. The red and white texture looked particularly fresh under the light.

"Let's have steak and pumpkin today!" Shen Yuan said to Lightning who was rubbing against his leg while cutting beef.

After heating the frying pan, pour in a little olive oil. When the beef is put into the pan, a "sizzling" sound is made and the aroma immediately spreads.

Lightning's tail was raised high and the tip of its nose kept twitching.

After the medium-rare steak was fried, Shen Yuan cut it into small pieces suitable for quick eating and steamed a small piece of pumpkin and mashed it into a paste.

When the food was put into Lightning's special stainless steel bowl, the cheetah couldn't wait to use its claws to pull at his trouser legs.

"Eat slowly!" Shen Yuan rubbed Lightning's furry ears, "Just eat your meal well, I have to go out and fight for your food expenses!" Lightning's ears suddenly trembled, and when he looked up, there was gravy on the corners of his mouth.

Its ice-blue pupils stared at Shen Yuan's back as he walked towards the entrance, and the steak in the food bowl suddenly lost its appeal.

"Click" - Shen Yuan had just opened the shoe cabinet to change his shoes when he felt his trouser leg being gently bitten by sharp teeth.

Looking down at Lightning's persistent gaze, he sighed, "I said we're going to work, not play!" The cheetah loosened its mouth and rubbed its head against his knees, whimpering like a puppy in its throat.

Shen Yuan held onto the wall with one hand to maintain balance, and reached for his shoes with the other hand, but was swept away by Lightning's tail.