I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

But Shen Yuan just smiled and rubbed its chin, "It's no use acting like a spoiled child!" He got up and went to the bedroom to change his clothes.

In the night, the Volvo's engine emitted a low roar.

Shen Yuan glanced at the thermal box on the passenger seat, which contained glutinous rice and pork ribs that had just been taken out of the pot, still steaming.

The car drove towards yesterday's abandoned warehouse, and the light and shadow of the street lamps quickly passed across the windshield.

Shen Yuan held the steering wheel with one hand and tapped the central armrest lightly with the other, but his thoughts drifted to the silver-haired man - he wondered what kind of "course" would be waiting for him tonight.

Shen Yuan lowered the car window, letting the cool night breeze flow into the car and blow away the lingering glutinous rice aroma in the car.

The outline of the abandoned warehouse in the distance was faintly visible in the moonlight, like a dormant giant beast.

The car slowly stopped in front of Warehouse No. 3. Shen Yuan picked up the thermal box and felt the warmth on his fingertips.

He glanced at his watch - 19:58, exactly on time.

He swiped his card to enter the underground training room, and the sensor door slid open silently. Under the cold white light, Gin was already standing in the shooting area, his silver hair shining coldly under the light.

Shen Yuan walked over with an insulated box and placed it on the metal table beside him: "This is the tuition I brought for the boss. It's glutinous rice and pork ribs just out of the pot. Eat them while they're hot!" Gin nodded slightly and walked towards the insulated box.

When you open the lid, the steaming hot air, carrying the fragrance of glutinous rice and the aroma of pork ribs, hits you in the face.

He picked up the chopsticks beside him, picked up a piece of ribs wrapped in crystal glutinous rice, and took a bite.

The meat is tender and crispy, and the glutinous rice has absorbed the essence of the gravy, giving it just the right texture.

"It's okay!" Gin gave a stingy evaluation proudly, but his hands did not stop moving and picked up another piece.

Shen Yuan smiled and said nothing more.

He looked around and noticed some new equipment in the corner of the training room—a holographic tactical simulator and an upgraded moving target system.

"What are you practicing tonight?" he asked.

Gin put down his chopsticks and wiped his hands: "CQB!" He walked to the control console and pressed a few buttons. The lights in the training room suddenly dimmed, and the surrounding walls projected a complex indoor structure diagram - simulating the indoor close combat environment of a multi-story building.

"The rules are simple!" Gin threw him a training marked pistol, "Survive to the end!" Shen Yuan took the gun and checked it.

Although marking bullets are not lethal, they will still leave obvious marks and cause pain when they hit the body.

He looked up at Gin, who was already standing at the entrance. He was wearing a neat tactical outfit under his black windbreaker, and his silver hair was particularly eye-catching in the dim light.

"Start!" Gin's figure instantly disappeared into the shadow of the simulated building.

Shen Yuan did not rush to chase, but moved close to the wall, his ears catching the slightest movement.

The training room's sound system simulates real environmental sounds - the sound of dripping water in the distance, the hum of ventilation pipes, and even the sound of virtual vehicles passing by outside the window.

Suddenly, very light footsteps were heard from the corridor on the left.

Shen Yuan held his breath, raised his gun and aimed - "Bang!" The marking bullet flew past his shoulder and hit the wall behind him.

Shen Yuan quickly rolled to avoid the attack and turned around to fight back.

Gin's figure flashed around the corner like a ghost, and the bullet only hit the air.

"Too slow!" a low voice came from above.

Shen Yuan looked up and saw that Gin had climbed up to the second-floor railing at some point and was looking down at him.

The red laser dot of the marking pistol landed steadily on Shen Yuan's chest.

"Bang!" A dull pain came from my chest.

Shen Yuan frowned, but raised the corners of his mouth: "Come again!" Gin jumped down from the railing, and his windbreaker drew a sharp arc in the air.

The two exchanged rapid fire in the narrow corridor, and the marking bullets left colorful marks on the wall.

An hour later, Shen Yuan leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, with several marks of marking bullets on his body.

Gin stood opposite him, his silver hair a little messy, but his breath was still steady.

Gin threw the marking gun aside, and the sound of metal collision was particularly crisp in the empty training room.

He unbuttoned his windbreaker and casually threw it onto the equipment rack beside him, revealing the black tactical vest underneath.

The tight muscle lines were faintly visible under the vest, and the silver hair was slightly messy and scattered on the shoulders.

"Next, close combat!" His voice was low, and his green eyes stared at Shen Yuan, "You relied too much on your own weight yesterday, relying entirely on brute force, and lacked skills!" Shen Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, his Adam's apple rolling up and down with his breathing: "Then please give me more advice, boss!" Before he finished speaking, Gin was already approaching.

The black tactical boots were almost silent as they stepped on the training mat, but they created a sharp sound of wind when they exerted force.

His right hand gripped Shen Yuan's wrist like an iron clamp, his thumb pressed accurately on the pulse point and twisted it, while his right knee pushed into the vulnerable triangle area of ​​the opponent's knee.

Shen Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his body stiffened for half a second due to nerve reflex.

This flaw was enough for Gin to lift him up and slam his back onto the training mat.

Amid the dull thud of the collision, Gin placed one knee on his waist, clamped his wrist with his left hand and pressed it against his head, while his right hand pressed against his throat.

A cold breath with a faint smell of gunpowder blew in his face, and silver hair fell down, sweeping across Shen Yuan's cheek.

"The first key point," Gin's voice was close to his ear, with a faint smell of tobacco, "To defeat the enemy, you must first defeat the joints!" He suddenly increased the force of his thumb and pressed on the ulnar nerve groove on Shen Yuan's wrist, "Here, it can make people lose their ability to move for three seconds!" Shen Yuan tried to struggle, but found that Gin's pressing point was extremely precise. His knuckles spasmed uncontrollably, making him completely unable to exert any strength.

He looked up at Gin's stern face so close to him, and suddenly smiled: "Isn't this posture a bit dangerous?" Gin narrowed his eyes, and his green eyes shone coldly in the shadows.

He increased the strength of his hand, and his thumb dug deeper into Shen Yuan's wrist bone: "Focus!" His deep voice contained a warning, but it inexplicably made the air between them even hotter.

He suddenly loosened his grip, and when he stood up, the fabric of his black tactical pants brushed against the side of Shen Yuan's legs, causing a slight friction sound.

Taking a step back, his silver hair swayed slightly in the cold air of the air conditioner: "Come again!" In the second confrontation, Shen Yuan took the lead.

He aimed his right fist at Gin's throat, but Gin dodged sideways just before it hit him.

Gin's hand knife darted out like a poisonous snake and accurately chopped the ulnar nerve groove on the inside of Shen Yuan's elbow joint.

"Ugh!" Shen Yuan's entire right arm was instantly paralyzed. Before he could react, Gin was already pressing against his back.

One arm locked his neck horizontally, and the other hand grabbed his waist and hips, pressing him hard against the wall.

"The second key point," Gin's breath sprayed behind his ear, the hot breath mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, "take advantage of the opponent's inertia!" His chest pressed against Shen Yuan's back as he spoke, and every breath made the temperature between them rise.

Shen Yuan suddenly laughed.

He relaxed his body and leaned back, his head almost touching Gin's shoulder: "The boss teaches so seriously..." He tilted his head slightly, his lips almost brushing Gin's jawline, "Should I pay some extra tuition?" The red light of the surveillance camera flickered on the metal wall, stretching and deforming the overlapping figures of the two.

Gin did not let him go immediately, but instead increased the force of his throat lock, forcing Shen Yuan to raise his head, exposing his fragile throat.

"Tuition?" Gin's voice was flat, but carried a dangerous rhythm. "How about paying with your life?" Gin snorted coldly, and suddenly bent his knees to push against his knee.

Shen Yuan groaned and knelt on one knee. Gin's hand had already grabbed the back of his neck, holding him down tightly.

"The third point," Gin's voice was still cold, but with a hint of imperceptible patience, "Don't be distracted!" Shen Yuan turned his head with difficulty. From this angle, he could see Gin's taut jawline and slightly rolling Adam's apple.

He panted and laughed: "Then it's the boss's fault..." Sweat slid down his temples, "The boss is too... ahem... too good... that's why I was distracted..." Gin loosened his grip, and when he stood up, his tactical boots rolled over the scattered corners of Shen Yuan's clothes, and he glared down at him condescendingly: "You talk too much nonsense!" The lights in the training room cast their shadows on the wall, overlapping each other, like some kind of secret dance.

"Keep going!" Gin said lightly, "Until you can fight back!" For the next two hours, the training room echoed with the dull sound of flesh colliding.

Shen Yuan was knocked down again and again, and got up again and again.

Gin's silver hair gradually became soaked with sweat, with a few strands sticking to the sides of his neck, drawing silver arcs on his black tactical uniform as he moved.

In the end, Shen Yuan lay on his back on the ground, his chest heaving violently, and he couldn't even lift his fingers.

The training suit was completely soaked with sweat and stuck to the body.

His vision blurred and focused on the ceiling vents, and he felt like his lungs were on fire.

Gin stood beside him, frowning at the timer: "Two hours and twenty-seven minutes!" He kicked Shen Yuan's calf, "You're too weak!" Shen Yuan raised his arm with difficulty to cover his eyes, his voice hoarse: "Boss..." He was panting like a stranded fish, "I... am just an ordinary graduate student... It's okay as long as I can save my life..." He barely propped up his upper body, looking at Gin who didn't even sweat: "Who wants to... compete in physical strength with a... pervert like you..." Gin snorted coldly, took a towel from the shelf next to him and threw it in his face.

Shen Yuan's eyes went dark, and the damp cloth with a faint cedar scent covered his entire face.

"Practice more next week!" Gin's voice was accompanied by the sound of receding footsteps, "I will break your legs if you dare to be late!" When Shen Yuan pulled off the towel, he only saw Gin's back as he walked towards the locker room.

His silver hair looks like a drawn sword against the black tactical uniform, and even the faintly visible old scar on the back of his neck exudes a sharp beauty.

He lay back down, looked at the ceiling and smiled silently.

Chapter 39 Bourbon’s temptation

In the dim bar box, Vodka sat alone in the corner, drinking a glass of whiskey.

This was already the third glass of wine he had drunk tonight. The ice cubes in the amber wine had melted into small pieces, just like his patience that had gradually worn away after being "abandoned" by his eldest brother in the past few days.

Bourbon shook the wine glass in his hand, and a trace of inquiry flashed in his purple-gray eyes under the light.

This Gin follower has been acting alone for two consecutive days and didn't even stay with Gin for tonight's routine report.

Did Gin have a special mission? Or was he... deliberately avoiding everyone? "Vodka, why have you been out alone lately?" He asked casually, a faint smile on his lips. "Has your big brother finally abandoned you?" Vodka paused, and the ice in his glass made a slight clinking sound.

Vermouth leaned back on the sofa, a thin cigarette held between her slender fingertips. Her red lips parted slightly, letting out a wisp of curling smoke: "Yeah, this is really strange!" She chuckled, "Vodka didn't even follow behind Gin as a shadow?" Chianti sat at the bar with his legs crossed. He sneered when he heard this: "Is he being disliked?" Cohen wiped his pistol silently, and without raising his head, he added: "Maybe his driving skills have regressed!" The veins on Vodka's forehead jumped, and he clenched the wine glass.

He remembered Gin's cold warning: "If you dare to say one more word of nonsense, I will send you to the Pacific Ocean to feed the sharks!"

"...What nonsense!" He swallowed the complaint that was about to come out of his mouth and said with his neck stiff, "I am the most loyal little brother of the big brother. How could the big brother abandon me? He just... needs some time alone recently!" He felt guilty after saying this, let alone convincing others.

Vermouth leaned back on the leather sofa, her long legs crossed, and a champagne gold lighter fluttered between her fingertips.

She slowly exhaled a smoke ring, her red lips faintly visible behind the mist: "How strange~ Our Top Killer needs to be alone, so little Vodka has to learn to be independent now!" The flickering light of the cigarette butt illuminated her playful eyes, "Could it be that... he is being disliked?" Vermouth raised her red lips slightly, the smoke blurred her playful eyes: "Or... Gin is in a relationship recently? So he drove away you, the light bulb?" The box was silent for a second, and then burst into laughter.

"Ha!!" Chianti slammed the table, laughing so hard that tears were about to flow out, "That frigid guy? If he knew how to pick up girls, Rum could go dance Swan Lake!" She deliberately puffed out her chest, "Do you think everyone is like you, in heat all day long?" Chianti put one foot on the bar stool, and the tequila in her hand shook violently, "Maybe he scratched Gin's car when he was reversing?" She grinned maliciously, "I said that the antique should be eliminated!" Cohen silently wiped the parts of his sniper rifle, and without raising his head, he added: "Or maybe he always takes the wrong road!" The clicking sound of metal parts colliding seemed to beat the rhythm of this sentence.

Vermouth calmly flicked the ash from her cigarette, her eyes sweeping across Chianti's flat chest with a hint of meaning: "Little sister, this is the charm of a mature woman~" She stretched her waist lazily, her silk dress outlining a breathtaking curve. "You... are really hard to understand!"

"Who the hell are you calling little sister?!" Chianti jumped up and picked up the bottle to smash it, "You old witch!" Cohen quickly grabbed her wrist: "Calm down!" Calvados sat aside, feeling torn. He liked Vermouth, but Chianti was his good friend.

He stole a glance at Vermouth, then looked at the grumpy Chianti, and finally chose to lower his head and gulp down the wine.

Bourbon narrowed his eyes, knowing that the topic had been diverted and further questions would only arouse suspicion.

He chuckled and raised his glass: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about gin anymore, otherwise he will shoot us when he finds out. Let's drink!" Vodka breathed a sigh of relief and secretly felt lucky to have escaped.

However, he didn't notice that Bourbon's eyes were still fixed on him thoughtfully.

“Come to think of it,” Vermouth suddenly turned to Bourbon, her blue eyes flickering through the smoke. “Could it be that Gin has found a clue about rye?” She curled her red lips slightly. “Want to deal with the rats on his own or something…”

"Crack!" The glass in Bourbon's hand suddenly cracked.

His smile remained unchanged, but a murderous intent surged in his eyes: "Rye!" The name was squeezed out from between his teeth. "Of course, I'll handle it!" Shuichi Akai! The murderer of Jingguang! Vermouth chuckled softly, her nail-painted fingers tracing Bourbon's tense jaw. "Rye is truly sinful~" She said meaningfully, "He has made our Top Killer obsessed with him, and now he has captured Bourbon's soul..." Her red lips moved close to his ear, "Even I'm jealous!" Bourbon instantly withdrew his murderous intent, and as if changing his expression, he raised a suave smile.

He grasped Vermouth's wrist with his backhand, his thumb caressing her pulse affectionately. "Speaking of allure..." His purplish-gray eyes were full of affection. "Who can compare to Miss Vermouth?" He sighed in feigned distress. "It's a pity that Miss always keeps something from me... She won't even reveal her age!"

"Age is a woman's secret," Vermouth pulled back her hand, the cigarette butt dangling dangerously in front of his tie: "And secrets make women more charming~" Bourbon's gaze followed Vermouth's retracted wrist, his purple-gray pupils flashing with inquiry in the dim light.

He shook the glass gently, and the sound of the ice cubes hitting the wall of the glass was crisp and rhythmic.

“Secrets are indeed fascinating,” he leaned forward slightly, his voice low and magnetic, “but being too mysterious will only make people more curious!” He looked at Vermouth meaningfully, “For example... the relationship between Miss Vermouth and that gentleman?” Vermouth’s red lips curled slightly, smoke swirling from her fingertips, blurring the look in her eyes: “Bourbon, being too curious is not a good thing!” She gently exhaled a puff of smoke, her smile dangerous and charming, “Especially in the organization!” Bourbon smiled indifferently, tapping the bar lightly with his fingertips: “I just think that people like Miss Vermouth must know much more than us!” He asked casually, “For example... why did Gin suddenly start to be alone?” Vermouth chuckled, her long legs elegantly crossed: “Are you asking me for information, Bourbon?”

"How come?" Bourbon spread his hands, smiling innocently, "I just want to know more, so I don't accidentally step on a landmine one day.

You know, Gin has a bad temper, and I just want to reduce conflicts!"

"Really?" Vermouth narrowed her eyes slightly, a sharp hint flashed in her blue eyes, "Then why don't you explain first why you have been contacting Rum frequently recently?" Bourbon's expression remained unchanged, and his smile even deepened: "It's just a work report!" He took a sip of wine, "After all, I am a conscientious intelligence expert!" Vermouth snorted without comment, obviously not believing his words.

But she did not continue to ask questions. Instead, she leaned lazily on the sofa, the cigarette burning slowly at her fingertips.

"Don't let Bourbon be sold out by Rum!"

"Well, thank you beautiful lady for your kindness!" Bourbon raised his glass in greeting.

Bourbon's smile cooled as he lowered his head.

He looked down at the wine in the glass, a hint of coldness flashing in his purple-gray eyes.

——It seems that exploring the organization’s secrets still requires long-term planning.

Chapter 40 Hot Spring Tourism Incident 1

Early in the morning, just as Shen Yuan finished combing Lightning's hair, his cell phone started vibrating continuously.

[Lan: Shen-kun! I won two free nights at Hakone Onsen, for five people. Sonoko couldn't go due to something urgent. Would Shen-kun like to come with us? Mr. Amuro will be there too.]

We're leaving this afternoon and will be back the day after tomorrow afternoon! (＾▽＾)] Then came Conan's message: [Conan: Brother Shen, the doctor said Huibara is very willing to help take care of Lightning! Lightning is with the doctor, and we can go out and play for two days~] Shen Yuan had just finished reading when his phone vibrated again. This time it was Sonoko wailing in the group: [Sonoko: Ahhh, I'm so angry! Our family is suddenly having a family gathering! We missed the opportunity to appreciate the handsome guys in the hot springs! ! Xiaolan, you must take more pictures of Brother Shen Yuan and Mr. Amuro in yukata for me! !] Then came Amuro Toru's message: [Amuro: It wouldn't be bad if Shen-kun came along too.

I'm sure you haven't tried a hot spring since coming to Japan. Hakone's hot springs are definitely worth a try.

Shen Yuan's fingers paused on the screen, and his eyes unconsciously glanced out the window - the killer next door suddenly disappeared and had not returned for three days.

He is indeed a bit bored these days.

He rubbed Lightning's head and said, "How about I send you to the Doctor's house for two days?" Lightning tilted his head, his ice-blue eyes shining in the sunlight, and his tail swept the ground lightly, as if he was very satisfied with this choice.

Shen Yuan smiled and replied in the group: [Shen Yuan: Thank you very much for the invitation, Miss Xiaolan.