I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

"It's just because Asuka Shibasaki and Ema Anzai's father is powerful!" Shen Yuan continued, his tone still as calm as if he was discussing today's weather. "Akechi Eri tried the formal channels. She consulted a lawyer, contacted the media, and even submitted a petition to the parliamentarians.

What's the result?" The temperature in the room seemed to drop as he spoke.

"Let's take a step back and say that even if the report is successful, what's the point of those two people going to jail?" Shen Yuan's eyes were still fixed on the ceiling. "Japan does not have the death penalty. After a year or two, when public opinion has calmed down and their father puts a little pressure on them, these two people will be allowed to serve their sentences outside prison for 'good behavior', or simply be released with a reduced sentence!" He turned his head and looked at Amuro Toru: "Tell me, what should Akechi Eri do? Continue to wait for a justice that will never come?" Amuro Toru clenched his fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white.

Every word Shen Yuan said stabbed his heart like a knife, not because the words themselves were so sharp, but because he could not refute any of them.

This country is his "lover" whom he is willing to protect with his life, but its shortcomings are exposed so nakedly.

What's even more ironic is that he knows that what Shen Yuan said is true - a fact that happens every day in some corner of this country.

Silence filled the room like a substance.

The light from the snow outside the window reflected in, drawing a bright dividing line between the two people.

After a long time, Amuro Toru took a deep breath and looked directly at Shen Yuan with his purple-gray eyes: "So, Mr. Shen, do you think it is right for Miss Mingzhi to kill people?" There was an almost imperceptible hint of nervousness in his voice.

As a public security policeman, he has seen too many people who have fallen into darkness because of their disappointment with the system.

He didn't want Shen Yuan's name to be written on the arrest warrant one day.

Shen Yuan finally sat up and looked into the eyes of Amuro Toru.

The sunlight shone from behind him, giving his outline a golden edge but hiding his expression in the shadows.

"Mr. Amuro," he said softly, a slight smile on his lips, "I don't think Miss Akechi should kill anyone.

I just feel hopeless about the laws of this country!" He stood up, walked to the window, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Amuro Toru.

The snow-capped mountains in the distance shine with dazzling white light in the sunlight.

"It is the laws of your country that leave these Avengers with no choice.

But that's just a matter for people in your country. I won't face such troubles, right?" Amuro Toru's pupils shrank slightly.

There was no anger or extremism in Shen Yuan's words, only a suffocating calm awareness.

This is more powerful than any vehement accusation.

"The law... is certainly not perfect!" Amuro Toru finally admitted in a low voice, "but it is our best option at the moment.

If everyone takes revenge privately like Akechi Eri, society will fall into chaos!" Shen Yuan smiled noncommittally: "I didn't say I wanted to overturn the law, Mr. Amuro.

I'm just stating a fact - when the system fails to provide fairness, people will seek fairness themselves, no matter how extreme the method!" He turned around and picked up the teacup on the bedside, gently rubbing the rim of the cup: "Just like this cup, if it always leaks, people will naturally look for other containers to drink water.

You can blame them for using a broken bowl, but the root of the problem is the leaking cup!" Amuro Toru looked at Shen Yuan's profile in silence, and suddenly realized that this seemingly indifferent man was much more complicated than he had imagined.

Shen Yuan is not indifferent, but he sees things too clearly; he is not ruthless, but he has his own way of understanding the world.

"I will try my best to make that cup stop leaking!" Amuro Toru finally said, with a firm promise in his voice.

Shen Yuan glanced at him and smiled: "Then I am looking forward to Mr. Amuro's efforts!" The sound of footsteps outside the paper door and Xiaolan's voice calling Conan broke the solemn atmosphere between the two.

"It's time to have dinner!" Shen Yuan opened the paper door, and sunlight instantly poured in, illuminating the entire room.

His expression returned to its usual gentleness, as if the conversation just now had never happened.

Amuro Toru looked at Shen Yuan's back, with complicated emotions surging in his heart.

He was both saddened by the country's shortcomings and worried about people like Shen Yuan.

But more importantly, he was more certain of the path he had chosen - he would fight all crimes and make this country a better place. The two of them walked towards the restaurant one after the other...

Chapter 46 Return

The five people sat in Toru Amuro's car and drove towards Tokyo. The atmosphere in the car was as subtle as frozen cream soup.

Conan sat in the middle of the back seat. On his left was Shen Yuan, who was leaning against the window looking at the scenery. On his right was Amuro Toru, who would occasionally steal glances at Shen Yuan.

"I say..." Conan pushed his glasses and glanced back and forth between the two of them, "You two have been acting weird since this morning!" Amuro looked at Conan with purple-gray eyes and smiled gently, "Conan, you're worrying too much. It's just that Mr. Shen is not in good spirits and I don't want to disturb him!"

"Yeah!" Shen Yuan responded without raising his head, tapping lightly on the edge of the car window with his fingers, "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night!" Conan's eyes half-mooned.

What a liar.

It was obvious that something was wrong between these two people after their conversation last night, and this morning they even avoided looking at each other.

But before he could ask further questions, the car had already stopped in front of Poirot Cafe.

"We're here!" Amuro Toru's voice was lower than usual.

Xiaolan unbuckled her seat belt and turned to look at Shen Yuan: "Mr. Shen, don't you want to come up and sit for a while? Have a cup of tea before you go!" Shen Yuan shook his head: "I still have to go to Dr. Agasa's house to catch Lightning and see if he has caused any trouble for the doctor!" He stood on the side of the road and bowed slightly: "Mr. Maori, Mr. Amuro, Miss Xiaolan, Conan, goodbye!" Conan leaned on the car window, watching Shen Yuan's back gradually go away, "Brother Amuro..." Conan was about to speak when he was interrupted by Amuro Toru.

"Conan-kun!" Toru Amuro turned his head with a perfect smile on his face, "Some things are better not to be delved into!" The temperature in the car seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.

Even the slow-witted Maori Kogoro noticed something was wrong: "Hey, hey, what are you guys talking about?"

"Nothing, uncle!" Conan laughed dryly.

————Shen Yuan sat on the sofa in Dr. Agasa's house. The silver-gray cheetah stood quietly beside him, its ice-blue eyes slightly narrowed, as if it was happy about the upcoming journey home.

"Did the trip go well?" Dr. Agasa asked with a smile, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.

"It wasn't too smooth!" Shen Yuan reached out and rubbed Lightning's head, his tone calm, "Two people died!" The doctor's smile froze for a moment, then he sighed: "Alas, young lives withered away just like that..." Huibara Ai sat on the sofa, flipping through a magazine in her hand, and said without raising her head when she heard it: "Sure enough, I felt that your trip would not be smooth sailing!" She paused, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "How could there not be deaths where that 'Death God Elementary School Student' is?" Shen Yuan chuckled and did not refute.

Huiyuan Ai closed the magazine and looked up at him: "What kind of case is this time?"

"Revenge!" Shen Yuan answered briefly, "...The murderer is an old acquaintance of the deceased. Because an unjust case five years ago killed her sister, and the deceased had no remorse, so the murderer chose to end it himself!" Huihara Ai was silent for a few seconds, and then said lightly: "The laws of this country sometimes really leave people speechless!" There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone, "Evidence can be covered up, the truth can be distorted, and powerful people can always get away with it!" Shen Yuan glanced at her and didn't respond, but there was a subtle recognition in his eyes.

The doctor scratched his head, trying to ease the atmosphere: "Um... Mr. Shen, do you want to stay for dinner? I just bought some fresh ingredients..."

"No!" Shen Yuan nodded slightly, "I still have to go to the supermarket to buy some groceries for tomorrow, so I have to go back early!"

"Oh, I see..." Dr. Agasa felt a little regretful that he couldn't taste Shen Yuan's cooking, but he still smiled and waved his hand, "Then I look forward to the next dinner together!" Shen Yuan nodded in agreement, then left the doctor's house with Lightning.

The lights in the supermarket were very bright. Shen Yuan pushed the shopping cart and slowly selected ingredients.

Lightning followed him quietly, occasionally attracting the attention of passers-by, but they were soon scared away by its cold eyes.

"Beef, tofu, vegetables..." Shen Yuan muttered to himself as he put the items into the shopping cart one by one.

After paying the bill, he walked out of the supermarket carrying the bag. It was already completely dark.

Shen Yuan looked up at the window of Room 4502 downstairs in the apartment building - the light was on.

"Oh? Is this Mr. Killer coming back?" He whispered to himself, with a slight smile on his lips.

The elevator slowly rose, Lightning's tail swayed gently, and a low purring sound came from his throat. He seemed to smell a familiar scent, and his claws scratched the carpet lightly with excitement.

"Ding——" The elevator door had just opened, and before Shen Yuan could take a step, Lightning had already "whooshed" out, and the silver-gray figure rushed towards Room 4502 opposite like a flash of lightning.

"Hey, Lightning--" Shen Yuan was about to call it, but the cheetah had already raised its claws and scratched the heavy wooden door twice, making a "click-click" sound.

The door opened.

Gin stood at the door, his slender figure against the light of the entrance hall. His stern face was less aggressive under the warm light, but still as sharp as a knife.

He was wearing a black turtleneck slim sweater that outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The lines of his suit pants were straight and neat. He was wearing a pair of black leather house slippers on his feet and holding a bottle of red wine in his hand.

Lightning leaned over without hesitation, rubbed his head against his leg, and let out a satisfied purr from his throat.

Gin glanced down at Cheetah, then raised his eyes to look at Shen Yuan who was standing in the corridor, his cold eyes softening slightly.

Shen Yuan was stunned for a moment, then raised the shopping bag in his hand, a gentle smile on his lips: "Boss, do you want to come for dinner?" Gin stared at him for two seconds, pursed his lips, then stepped aside to make way, his tone indifferent: "...Come in!" Shen Yuan shrugged, knowing that Mr. Killer meant to cook at his house.

Chapter 47 A vague understanding

Gin stepped aside to make way for Shen Yuan, who walked in with the shopping bags. Lightning followed him in as if he knew the place well. His silver-gray figure was particularly eye-catching in the cold-toned apartment.

Gin's apartment still had the gray and black minimalist decoration, cold metal furniture, and no unnecessary decorations - except for the cabinet full of guns.

There were two black leather single sofas and a long sofa in the living room. There was a laptop and half a glass of red wine on the coffee table. Apart from that, the whole space was as clean as if no one lived there.

Shen Yuan walked straight to the kitchen, put the shopping bag on the counter, and began to organize the ingredients.

While sorting the vegetables and meat, he said without looking up: "Gin, could you please go to my house to get two steaks? I want to make dinner for Lightning later!" Gin didn't say anything, but walked to the refrigerator, bent down and opened the bottom layer, and said coldly: "How many pieces?" Shen Yuan looked up, his eyes passed over his shoulder, and saw two rows of steaks neatly stacked on the bottom layer of the refrigerator - A5 thick cut, the brand that Lightning always ate.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Then Gin will have to pay for it!" His tone was very light, and the ending tone was slightly rising. He was just calling Gin's name in a normal way, but it inexplicably carried a hint of teasing.

The air pressure around Gin dropped several degrees in an instant, and his dark green eyes glanced at him coldly, but Shen Yuan ignored him and started to process the ingredients on his own, and added: "Mr. Gin, please steam a pot of rice, I will cook first!" Gin stared at his back for two seconds, and finally said nothing, turned around to wash the rice and cook.

Shen Yuan tied on an apron and began to prepare dinner skillfully.

The kitchen soon rang with the rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables, and the sharp blades tapped out a light rhythm on the chopping board.

Gin leaned against the kitchen counter, a wisp of smoke rising from the cigarette between his fingers, but his eyes always followed the hands that were preparing the ingredients.

"Borrow a plate!" Shen Yuan stretched out his hand without raising his head.

Gin was silent for a while.

Then he opened the cupboard, took out a white porcelain plate and handed it over.

Their fingers touched briefly when they intersected, and then they separated as if nothing had happened.

The kitchen was gradually filled with the aroma of food.

The spicy taste of black pepper beef tenderloin, the fresh and fragrant garlic shrimp, the freshness of stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and the mellow flavor of pork rib soup are intertwined together.

Lightning had crouched at the kitchen door without him noticing, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the kitchen counter.

Gin suddenly said, "You haven't been home this week. Where have you been?" Shen Yuan paused while cutting vegetables.

A week? He was only gone for three days.

Is this another time-space glitch in this world? He calmly piled carrot slices onto his plate. "I went on a hot spring trip with some friends I met during the case."

Heavy snow blocked the road for several days, and during that time, two murders occurred!" While he was stir-frying beef in the wok, he briefly recounted the story of the daughter of Councillor Shibasaki and the daughter of President Anzai, who were drug traffickers and framed their classmates for death, as well as the revenge of the victim's sister.

Gin listened, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the phone.

The screen lit up, and the latest task email was clearly visible: [Collect dirt on Councillor Shibasaki and President Anzai - BOSS] He raised his eyebrows, and a hint of amusement flashed in his dark green eyes.

Last time, the professor from the University of Tokyo who embezzled the organization’s funds was killed right after the execution order was issued; this time, we need some dirty laundry from the political and business circles, and Shen Yuan just happened to bring back such a story... Suddenly I feel that Shen Yuan is very magical.

"What's wrong, Mr. Gin?" Shen Yuan put the fried beef tenderloin on a plate and turned to ask.

Gin put his phone back in his pocket. "See if there's any related news!" Shen Yuan chuckled and took out the steamed garlic shrimp. "How could there be? The councilor and the president are still in their positions. The scandal has long been suppressed!" He sprinkled chopped green onions on the food. "The murderer has been brought to justice. Who would still care about the victim's actions? Maybe..." He paused meaningfully. "Councilor Shibasaki is preparing a speech, trying to use his daughter's death to win votes!"

"'Having lost his beloved daughter, he vowed to eradicate crime' or something like that?" Gin sneered and took a bottle of juniper gin from the liquor cabinet.

"Maybe they'll set up a 'memorial foundation'!" Shen Yuan shrugged and brought the last dish of soup to the table, "and then embezzle all the donations!" The two looked at each other and smiled ironically.

Shen Yuan started to fry steak for Lightning, and at this time the rice that Gin had stewed was also ready.

Shen Yuan rinsed the fried steak with water and cut it into pieces of appropriate size. He asked Gin to wait for him for a while, then ran home to get Lightning's special food bowl and set dinner for Lightning.

Then he sat down opposite Gin.

Gin poured wine for Shen Yuan himself. The amber liquid flowed in the glass, reflecting a hazy halo.

Shen Yuan's slender fingers gently lifted the bottom of the glass, slowly raised the glass to his lips, lightly touched the tip of his tongue to the wine, and then tilted his head back to drink it.

His Adam's apple slid up and down as he swallowed, and a drop of wine slid down the corner of his lips and was casually wiped away by his thumb.

"It's GIN, it tastes good!" Shen Yuan shook the wine glass, with a slightly rising tone at the end, with a bit of deliberate teasing.

Gin narrowed his eyes, and the air pressure around him suddenly dropped, but Shen Yuan just looked at him with a smile, and the swaying wine in the glass was reflected in his eyes, as if it was filled with tiny starlight.

Outside the window, the lights of Tokyo are still bright, and the neon lights between the high-rise buildings dye the night sky purple-red.

The light of Tokyo Tower in the distance penetrates the night, interweaving with the dim lights in the apartment.

After eating, Lightning curled up at Gin's feet, his silver-gray fur shining like a metallic under the light.

The two drank in silence, neither of them spoke again.

But in this quiet night, an invisible tacit understanding is quietly forming.

Chapter 48 Crows in the Shadows

On the outskirts of Tokyo, the Black Organization's Base No. 1.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the metal floor was completely absorbed, and the entire corridor was so quiet that only the faint hum of the ventilation system could be heard.

Gin's fingers unconsciously stroked the Beretta inside his coat, and the cold metal touch made him highly alert.

As he turned the corner, he noticed the security camera slowly panning along with his movements.

The sneer on Gin's lips deepened a little - in the organization's core base, even he had never been fully trusted.

The elevator door slid open silently, and Gin stepped into the transparent cube.