I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

Through the glass wall, he could see the base's intricate internal structure: layers of laboratories, training grounds, and weapons depots, like a sophisticated beehive.

The dark room at the deepest part is the queen bee's nest.

"Authorization confirmed!" The AI ​​in the elevator issued a mechanical prompt.

Gin didn't respond, but simply pressed his palm against the biometric panel.

With a slight vibration, the elevator began to descend.

The numbers on the digital display jumped rapidly: B5, B6, B7... and finally stopped at B13.

The metal doors closed behind him one by one with a dull hydraulic sound.

With each door we passed, the smell of disinfectant in the air became stronger, eventually mixing into an unsettling, cold atmosphere.

Finally, he stood in front of the last door.

The door was completely black, without any handles or keyholes on the surface, only a biometric panel emitting a faint blue light.

The red light of the iris scanner swept across Gin's eyes, the fingerprint verification device made a slight buzzing sound, and the voiceprint recognition system captured his low voice: "Gin, authorization verification!"

"Identity confirmed, code name: Gin, clearance level: A!" A mechanical female voice sounded coldly, the tone was flat and completely unhuman.

The door slid open silently, revealing a cross-section of an alloy door panel about ten centimeters thick.

Gin walked in, his black leather shoes making no sound on the specially treated sound-absorbing floor.

The room was pitch black, with only a thin sliver of light filtering through the doorway, outlining his slender silhouette.

The air here became unusually stagnant, carrying a certain old metallic smell and a faint scent of medicine.

He stood in the light, and in the middle of the room, a black high-backed chair faced him. The back of the chair was so high that it almost touched the ceiling, hidden in the bottomless darkness.

Several pipe connections can be vaguely seen above the back of the chair, glowing coldly in the dim light.

The walls of the room seemed to be made of a special light-absorbing material, and even Gin's sharp eyesight could not distinguish the boundaries of the walls.

The entire space seemed to be compressed in this single beam of light, and the chair in the darkness was like a throne floating in nothingness.

Gin lowered his head slightly and saluted respectfully: "BOSS!" In the darkness, a mechanically synthesized voice sounded with a rustling sound of metallic friction, like an old tape recorder turning, even the tone and age were completely indistinguishable: "Gin is here!" Gin did not look up, but just kept his head slightly lowered.

"I heard," the mechanical voice continued, the pauses between each word were accurate to milliseconds, showing non-human characteristics, "you have been acting alone a lot recently!" The voice paused, and a subtle electric current noise came from the air, "Are you not satisfied with Vodka? Do you want to find a new partner?" Gin's expression remained unchanged, only the index finger of his left hand twitched slightly.

He slowly raised his eyelids, his gaze settling on the silhouette of the high-backed chair in the darkness. "Boss, I just recently found some clues about 'Lei'!" His voice was as if dipped in ice water. "I took action on my own just in case Vodka lets slip!"

"Oh?" The mechanical voice seemed to be interested, and the harsh sound of metal friction intensified. "I haven't heard the name 'Rye' for a long time.

What’s the news?”

"He's the FBI of the United States!" Gin's voice was calm and restrained, "Rye's real name is Shuichi Akai, an ace agent of the FBI.

He's now back at FBI headquarters, and I'm considering whether to go to America myself to deal with him!" The mechanical voice fell silent for a few seconds, during which only the humming sound of the equipment echoed in the enclosed space.

Gin's temples were throbbing and he could hear the sound of his blood rushing through his veins.

"Let Vermouth go!" A mechanical voice suddenly sounded, accompanied by a harsh electrical noise.

Gin frowned slightly, his silver eyelashes trembling in the darkness.

But in a flash, his expression returned to his usual indifference, as if the fluctuation just now had never existed.

"You still have work to do with the Japanese Action Team," the mechanical voice continued, and the sound waves formed a strange echo in the enclosed space, "What happens here is the most important!" Gin lowered his head, clenching and loosening his black leather gloves at his sides: "Yes, sir!" The mechanical voice did not seem to be in a hurry to end the conversation, and slowly said: "I heard that you have been taking good care of the new temporary workers in the Beika Town Science Park recently?" Gin's pupils shrank slightly, but his face remained calm.

"What?" The mechanical voice was a little playful. "You are optimistic about him and want to bring him into the organization?" A sharp light flashed in Gin's eyes, and disappeared in a flash.

He said calmly, "That temporary worker is an international student from the Flower Growing Family. His identity is sensitive, so I can't touch him.

However, he is good friends with the famous Detective Mori, and he always knows some secrets that are hard to find out!" He paused and continued: "It was from him that I heard about the black material about Councillor Shibasaki and President Anzai last time!" The mechanical voice pondered for a moment: "It is indeed difficult to force the people of the Flower Growing Family. If things go wrong, it may cause an international dispute. If their country's power intervenes, it will not be a good thing for us!" Gin did not respond.

"I heard that he is very talented in engineering physics!" The mechanical voice seemed a little regretful, "What a pity!" Gin remained silent.

"However," the mechanical voice suddenly changed the subject, "you can also try to see if he is interested in entering our world on his own!" Gin lowered his head slightly and responded respectfully: "BOSS, I will try!" His tone was respectful, but there was a hint of imperceptible coldness in his eyes.

"Very good!" The mechanical voice seemed satisfied, "You can leave now!" Gin saluted again and turned to leave.

The door closed silently behind him, and darkness swallowed everything again.

Under the light of the corridor, Gin's expression finally relaxed for a moment. He raised his hand to press the brim of his hat, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Walk into our world himself... He will, but not now!" he whispered to himself with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Then he strode away, his black windbreaker drawing a sharp arc behind him.

Chapter 49: Top Killer's Special Request

Shen Yuan stood downstairs of the apartment building, holding a lit cigarette between his fingertips, his eyes fixed on the window of 4502 - there had been no lights on there for five consecutive days.

"It disappeared again..." He whispered to himself, and the smoke swirled into strange shapes in the night wind.

The moonlight stretched his shadow very long, casting a lonely silhouette on the ground.

However, thinking of Gin's identity, Shen Yuan didn't care too much.

After all, he is the boss of the mysterious "winery" and a monster with tenacious vitality.

He even suspected that even if the bullet passed through Gin's head, this guy would survive by a miracle.

"Lightning, go home!" Shen Yuan put out his cigarette and shouted.

A silver-gray cheetah stepped out from the shadows of the garden, its ice-blue eyes glowing slightly in the night.

It jumped lightly onto the stairs and followed Shen Yuan into the elevator.

As soon as he got home, Shen Yuan's phone vibrated.

He raised an eyebrow and pulled his phone out of his pocket. An encrypted text message appeared on the screen: [Gin] I am in the United States now, I am injured, and I need to hide it.

Do a few tasks for me? You don't have to do them all, just pick a few "bad guys" you won't feel any psychological pressure from, and create the illusion that I'm active in Japan.

Attachment: Task List Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes and tapped the screen lightly with his fingers.

"Is Mr. Killer in trouble?" he murmured in a low voice, "He wants to create the illusion that he is active in Japan... which means that the danger he faces comes from within the organization? Who is Gin trying to hide... or who is the person who gave the task?" It seems that Gin still has secrets that he doesn't know about.

Shen Yuan did not rush to reply, but clicked on the attachment and carefully browsed the task list sent by Gin.

Director of Beika Library - Hideji Tsukawa, diplomat - Isao Tsujimura, president of IT company - Taku Itakura, banker - Hiroshi Haneda, councilman - Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi, jeweler - Yu Oki, entrepreneur - Eisaku Tokiwa, councilman's secretary - Kohei Sawaki... Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows. Many people on this list were targets that Conan and Kogoro Mouri had visited and then "accidentally died".

"It seems that Mr. Killer is lucky." Shen Yuan chuckled, tapped his fingers quickly on the screen, and sent a message to Gin: [Shen Yuan] Don't worry, boss, remember to come back and pay overtime.

After sending the message, Shen Yuan threw his phone on the coffee table and turned to walk towards the wine cabinet.

His slender fingers swept across rows of bottles and finally stopped at a bottle of whiskey - this was the bottle that Gin brought when he came to his house last time, and it has not been opened yet.

"Lightning, do you think Mr. Killer is lying in a safe house right now, bandaging his wounds and cursing at people?" Shen Yuan chuckled and tapped the wine bottle lightly with his fingertips.

The cheetah lay lazily on the sofa, its ice-blue eyes half-closed, its tail wagging gently, seemingly having no interest in its owner's mumbling.

Shen Yuan shook his head, picked up his phone and called Conan.

"Hello, Conan-kun?" He said in a relaxed tone, with just the right amount of anticipation, "My boss has been on a business trip recently, so I, a temporary worker, can finally take some time off.

Mr. Maori is a famous detective. I'd like to take part in a few commissions and experience the Japanese detective culture. Is that convenient? Conan on the other end of the phone was stunned at first, then his eyes lit up - he had long wanted to compete with Shen Yuan in reasoning ability! He always noticed details that others overlooked. If they could solve cases together, they might learn a lot.

"Of course you're welcome!" Conan's voice was filled with joy, and he even raised his voice unconsciously. "When is Brother Shen free? We can work together with Uncle Maori to complete his commission!" Shen Yuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and his eyes swept over the task list sent by Gin, and he chuckled and said, "I'm always free.

"What interesting commissions has Mr. Maori received recently? Conan-kun can let me know, and I'll bring Mr. Maori some wine as a gift!" Conan couldn't help rolling his eyes on the other end of the phone - this gift really touched Uncle Maori's heart, and he would definitely warmly welcome Shen Yuan to join.

"Okay!" Conan agreed readily. "It just so happens that Uncle Maori is going to meet a client tomorrow. It seems to be an investigation into a jeweler. Brother Shen, do you want to come with us?"

"I couldn't ask for more!" Shen Yuan chuckled, "See you tomorrow then!" After hanging up the phone, Shen Yuan's gaze returned to the task list, his fingertips lightly tapping the name of "Jeweler Omu Yu" - it seemed that tomorrow's "detective activity" would be very interesting.

Lightning jumped down from the sofa, walked to his feet, looked up at him, as if asking: "What are you going to do?" Shen Yuan bent down and rubbed Cheetah's head, whispered: "Go to bed early, tomorrow I will complete the commission issued by Mr. Killer, this is to help you please the sponsor!" The steaming water mist in the bathroom blurred the mirror. Shen Yuan stood under the shower, and the warm water meandered down along the well-defined lines of his back.

The water droplets slid across the concave curve of the shoulder blades, paused briefly at the tight waistline, and finally disappeared into the mist.

He suddenly chuckled, raised his hand and brushed his wet hair back, revealing his smooth forehead.

The water droplets rolled down the eyelashes, reflecting tiny rays of light in the warm hazy light.

This action stretched his neck into a graceful line, and his Adam's apple rolled gently with his laughter.

"How interesting..." His voice was mixed with the sound of water, with a lazy hoarseness, "Is Mr. Killer hiding pitifully in a safe house licking his wounds now..." The water slid over his collarbone and accumulated into a small puddle on his chest.

Lightning crouched outside the frosted glass door, the tip of his tail wagging gently.

Through the hazy glass, you can see the owner's slender figure sometimes stretching, sometimes bending, like a dynamic ink painting.

Shen Yuan turned off the shower and the sound of water stopped abruptly.

He casually grabbed a bath towel and tied it around his waist, then pushed open the glass door while still damp with moisture all over his body.

The light in the bathroom cast a soft glow on him, and water droplets slowly slid down the grooves of his abdominal muscles, leaving dark water marks on the edge of the bath towel around his waist.

He was brushing his hair in front of the mirror, and suddenly he leaned close to the mirror and stroked the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

The pair of eyes that always contained a gentle smile were now slightly narrowed, revealing a gin-like dangerous aura.

"Mr. Killer's expression..." He imitated Gin's usual sneer, but broke it the next second, and his shoulders shook slightly, "It turns out it still doesn't suit me!" Water droplets fell from the ends of his hair, leaving several winding traces on the mirror.

Lightning came over and rubbed his calf, and when Shen Yuan bent down, the bath towel loosened a little.

He rubbed Cheetah's head, a smile still lingering in his voice: "What? You also think I can't play that gloomy guy well?" Suddenly a car light flashed outside the window, and the windows of Room 4502 were still dark.

Chapter 50 Commission from the Jeweler

At around nine o'clock in the morning, sunlight streamed in through the glass windows of the Poirot Café. When Shen Yuan pushed the door open and walked in, the wind chimes made a crisp sound.

He looked around and found that Amuro Toru was not there today. Only the three of them were standing there.

"Ah! It's... Mr. Leopard from last time..." The man was very handsome, and he couldn't help but frown.

Shen Yuan smiled helplessly: "Miss Xiaozi, I introduced myself to you last time. My name is Shen Yuan!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shen!" Shen Yuan shook his head and pointed upstairs: "I'm here to visit Mr. Maori!"

"Ah, Mr. Shen, please!" The man was so handsome that he couldn't help but smile.

In front of the door of the detective agency on the second floor, Shen Yuan just raised his hand to knock on the door when it creaked open.

Conan raised his head, his eyes behind the glasses flashing with excitement: "Brother Shen! You're here! I just heard the sound downstairs and I thought it was you!"

"Sorry to bother you!" Shen Yuan smiled and nodded.

In the center of the room stood a large solid wood desk, its surface littered with newspapers, empty beer cans, and leftover lunch boxes.

An old rotary telephone was squeezed into the corner, with a golden sign that read "Sleeping Kogoro" next to it.

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting stripes of light and shadow across the tabletop, revealing the deep and light coffee stains and scratches on the wooden surface.

In the center of this chaos sat Kogoro Mouri, his black office chair tilted back at a dangerous angle.

He was wearing a wrinkled suit, no tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone.

He crossed his legs and pointed the soles of his leather shoes towards the door.

"Do you think I'm free? You still want to participate in my commission!" He pouted and spoke, and the stubble on his chin trembled with his muscles.

The pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray on the table proved that he had already smoked half a pack of cigarettes this morning.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of tobacco, alcohol and cheap hairspray, the typical smell of a middle-aged single man's office.

The only tidy place was the reception area in the corner, which Xiaolan cleaned regularly. There was a glass coffee table between two sofa chairs facing each other, with today's morning paper on it.

Shen Yuan calmly raised the wine in his hand - a bottle of beautifully packaged Yamazaki 25-year-old single malt whisky, the amber liquid shone with an attractive luster in the sunlight.

"I know my request is presumptuous. This is a thank-you gift for Mr. Maori!" Maori Kogoro's eyes lit up instantly. He rushed over to take the bottle of wine, and stuck out his tongue exaggeratedly: "Look at you, Brother Shen, you came here and brought wine. This... I would be so sorry if I don't accept it!" He caressed the bottle of wine lovingly, as if he was holding a rare treasure.

Conan showed his half-moon eyes at the side: "Uncle, you are really a two-faced person..."

"Damn brat!" Kogoro Mouri punched Conan on the head, and the latter squatted in the corner, covering the fresh bump.

"Dad! Don't always bully Conan!" Xiaolan came out of the kitchen with a tea tray and couldn't help frowning when she saw this scene.

When she turned to Shen Yuan, a gentle smile immediately appeared on her face: "Mr. Shen, welcome to my home. I don't have anything special to offer you, but come and have a cup of tea!" Shen Yuan thanked her and sat down. The tea brewed by Xiaolan exuded a faint fragrance.

Maori Kogoro pretended to clear his throat and put his fist to his mouth: "Ahem, since Brother Shen is so interested in my work, I will introduce this commission to you today!" He turned around and picked up a document from the desk: "The client is Oki Yu, a famous jeweler in Beika Town.

Three days ago, he received a threatening letter saying that someone was going to steal his most valuable treasure at the jewelry exhibition this Sunday—tomorrow: a ruby ​​worth 300 million yen!" Conan came over and added: "What's even stranger is that this threatening letter was made up of words cut out from magazines, just like the kidnappers in TV dramas!"

"Hmph, playing tricks!" Maori Kogoro snorted disdainfully, "I've already investigated, and the most suspicious ones are three of Oki's men: Sato, who's in charge of security, Tanaka, the jewelry appraiser, and his secretary Takahashi.

I'll be there in person at the jewelry show tomorrow to find out who's behind this!" Xiaolan poured more tea for everyone. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a brilliant streak of light on the whiskey bottle.

Shen Yuan picked up the teacup, and the hot steam blurred the meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.