I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

On the day of the jewelry exhibition, the Mihua Art Museum was brightly lit.

In Oki Yu's private exhibition hall, the glass display case reflects the bright light. The ruby ​​worth 300 million yen is placed in the center, surrounded by a strict infrared anti-theft system.

Of course, this ruby ​​was a high-quality imitation made after discussing it with Kogoro Mouri. The purpose was to lure the snake out of its hole. The real ruby ​​was carried close to Oki, as he firmly believed that he was the safest person.

Kogoro Mouri stood beside the booth with his arms folded across his chest, looking at the guests coming and going with a serious expression.

Shen Yuan and Conan stood a little further away, looking at the suspicious people in the exhibition hall.

"Brother Shen, do you think the criminal will really come?" Conan pushed his glasses and asked in a low voice.

Shen Yuan smiled slightly: "If it's just a simple threatening letter, then it's simple.

But what if it is... " He paused, his eyes sweeping over Sato, Tanaka and Takahashi who were standing not far away, "Someone wants to use this to lure Ohki Yu over and accomplish other goals? Ohki Yu has been acting alone to prevent the theft of jewels!" Conan's pupils shrank slightly, and he was about to ask again, when suddenly - "Bang!" A muffled sound came from deep within the exhibition hall, followed by a woman's scream.

"Something happened!" Kogoro Mouri's face changed and he immediately rushed towards the source of the sound.

Shen Yuan and Conan followed closely behind.

When they rushed to the VIP lounge, the scene before them made everyone's breath stop - Okiyu was lying on the ground with an exquisite letter opener stuck in his chest, and blood soaked through his white shirt.

His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something incredible before he died.

Next to his body, the priceless ruby ​​mysteriously disappeared.

The police quickly cordoned off the scene, and Inspector Megure arrived with detectives including Takagi and Sato.

"The time of death was about 15 minutes ago!" the forensic officer said after inspection, "The murder weapon is this letter opener, and there are no fingerprints on it!" Mouri Kogoro touched his chin, frowned and thought: "Strange, the exhibition hall's surveillance clearly shows that no one has entered or left the VIP lounge, how did the murderer do it?" Conan squatted beside the corpse and observed carefully, and suddenly found that there was something strange about Oki Yu's cuffs - his cufflinks were loose, and his watch actually stopped at a specific time.

"Brother Shen..." Conan pulled the corner of Shen Yuan's clothes and whispered, "Look at this!" Shen Yuan followed his gaze, his eyes slightly condensed.

"A mechanical watch needs to be manually wound every day, but the threads of the crown are slightly worn!" At this moment, Officer Takagi suddenly shouted, "Inspector! We found this in Mr. Sato's bag!" He held up a black velvet bag, and inside was the missing ruby! "It wasn't me!" Sato's face turned pale. "I have no idea how this thing got in my bag!" Maori Kogoro immediately pointed at him and said, "The murderer is you! You must have taken advantage of the chaos to steal the jewel and then killed Mr. Oki!"

"I'm going to the bathroom!" The boy suddenly raised his voice and ran away.

Shen Yuan looked in the direction where he disappeared, with a barely perceptible curve at the corner of his lips.

When Sato was mistakenly identified as the murderer and unable to defend himself, an anesthetic needle flew through the air and accurately hit Kogoro Mouri's neck.

The famous detective staggered onto the sofa in the lounge, his head hanging in the classic "sleeping" posture.

"Ahem!" With Kogoro Mouri's signature throat clearing sound, the mystery show officially began.

Under Conan's voice-changing interpretation, the truth of the case was revealed layer by layer: "I just played a joke on everyone... So the real murderer is - Mr. Tanaka! You took advantage of the convenience of jewelry appraisal and slowed down Mr. Oki's watch for a long time to cultivate his time illusion.

Today you deliberately stopped your watch, leaving Mr. Oki alone in the lounge, thinking he had fifteen minutes to spare..."

"...As for the illusion of the jewels being stolen..." the voice in the voice changer continued to echo, "Ms. Takahashi, it was you who stuffed the jewels into Mr. Sato's bag, right?" As the truth was revealed, Tanaka and Takahashi's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

As the police handcuffed the two men, Shen Yuan retreated quietly to the shadows, and the screen of his mobile phone lit up and went out - it was an encrypted text message that had just been sent:...So Mr. Oki Yu was killed by his employees.

Chapter 51: Visit from Kansai Detective

The sunlight after the rain poured into the Maori Detective Agency through the window, painting the entire room a warm golden color.

The air is filled with the rich aroma of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, mixed with the spicy taste of shredded ginger and the fragrance of chopped green onions.

Conan was sitting at the dining table wrapped in a small quilt with cartoon patterns on it. His nose was red and he sniffed from time to time. He was blowing carefully on the hot porridge in the spoon.

"The porridge made by Brother Shen is so delicious..." Conan's voice was a little hoarse because of a cold. There was a thin layer of moisture on the lenses of his glasses, forcing him to take off his glasses and wipe them from time to time.

The preserved eggs in the porridge are cut into even small pieces, the lean pork shreds are tender and delicious, the rice grains are cooked to the right thickness, and every bite brings warmth.

There was also a small bowl of exquisite porridge in front of Xiaolan. She held the bowl with both hands and smiled embarrassedly: "I really troubled Mr. Shen to bring food to Conan!"

"It's just a piece of cake!" Shen Yuan sat aside, tapping the table lightly with his slender fingers, and the watch on his wrist shone with metallic luster in the sunlight.

Shen Yuan wore a light grey turtleneck sweater today, which made his skin look even whiter.

"I was talking to Conan yesterday, and he kept sneezing. He said he had a cold. Drinking some hot porridge is good for your body when you have a cold. I added some shredded ginger to drive away the cold!" Maori Kogoro slumped on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the horse racing program on TV, holding today's horse racing newspaper in his hand, and kept muttering: "Who knows if this guy has bad intentions..." As he spoke, he glanced at Shen Yuan warily, his eyes scanning back and forth between Shen Yuan and Xiaolan, "After all, I have a beautiful daughter..."

"Dad!" Xiaolan's face flushed instantly, and she put down the bowl of porridge in a panic, "Don't talk nonsense! Mr. Shen just means well..."

"Kindness? Humph!" Mouri Kogoro rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, grabbed the beer can on the coffee table and took a big gulp, "I, Mouri Kogoro, am a famous detective, there is no tricks that I can't see through?" Conan rolled his eyes secretly on the side, thinking that it would be great if the uncle's reasoning ability could be used in the case.

He was about to speak when he suddenly sneezed loudly and bubbles of snot came out.

Shen Yuan handed over a tissue with dark patterns on it at the right time, with a helpless smile on his face.

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"I'll go open it!" Shen Yuan stood up and walked towards the door.

As the door opened, a dark-skinned teenager wearing a baseball cap came into view.

He was wearing a dark blue uniform, his eyes were sharp as an eagle, and a confident smile played on his lips.

"Hello, nice to meet you!" the boy greeted cheerfully, "I'm Hattori Heiji, a high school detective from Kansai!"

"Hattori...Heiji? Does the detective also have a commission to see my father?" Xiaolan also walked over, looking surprised.

Hattori Heiji's gaze stayed on Shen Yuan for a few seconds, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "You must be Kudo Shinichi!" Then he looked at Xiaolan, "This is your girlfriend, right!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xiaolan's face instantly turned red to her ears, "I'm not Shinichi's girlfriend and..."

"I'm not Kudo Shinichi!"

"He is not Shinichi-san!" Shen Yuan and Conan's voices sounded at the same time.

After Conan finished speaking, he realized that he had overreacted and hurriedly pretended to cough.

Hattori Heiji had already walked into the office with a familiar look and sat down on the sofa. "Ah, you are not Kudo Shinichi..." He touched his chin and glanced back and forth between Shen Yuan and Conan. "Then where is Kudo Shinichi?"

"Brother Shinichi is investigating a case abroad!" Conan quickly interrupted, his voice sounding even more childish because of his cold.

Hattori Heiji raised an eyebrow: "Really? I heard he hasn't been in school recently..." His eyes suddenly became sharp, "Could he be in trouble?" Shen Yuan calmly handed Conan a tissue, a faint smile on his lips: "Hattori-kun came all the way from Osaka just to find Kudo Shinichi? Is there any commission? Detective Maori is also very famous!"

"Of course not!" Hattori Heiji grinned, revealing his white teeth. "I'm a detective myself, and I'm here to challenge the famous detectives of Kanto!" He looked at Maori Kogoro, who was still watching TV. "But it seems that the legendary 'Sleeping Kogoro' is more... ordinary than I thought!"

"Hey! What are you talking about, kid!" Kogoro Mouri finally shifted his attention away from the horse racing show and stood up angrily.

Conan was about to say something when he suddenly sneezed, followed by several consecutive "A-choo! A-choo!" sounds, and bubbles of snot came out.

Seeing this, Hattori Heiji grinned, pulled out a small, exquisite bottle from his pocket, and waved it in front of Conan. "Here, it seems you have a cold. This is a special medicine. Drink it and you'll be fine immediately!" Conan took the bottle suspiciously and took a closer look—"Laobaigan"?! He opened the bottle cap and took a sniff. The strong smell of alcohol hit his nose.

"Hey, this is obviously wine..."

"Haha, have you been discovered?" Heiji smiled even more brightly, revealing his white teeth. "But drinking some wine to sweat when you have a cold is not bad!" Before Conan could react, Hattori Heiji had already pinched his nose with his quick eyes and hands and poured the bottle of wine into his mouth - "Gudong!"

"Cough cough cough--!" Conan's face turned red, his throat was burning, and tears came out.

"Mr. Hattori, you're going too far!" Seeing this, Xiaolan snatched the bottle of wine, her eyes wide open, "Conan is a child, how could you force him to drink!" Hattori Heiji realized that the joke was too big, and hurriedly scratched the back of his head, smiling embarrassedly: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot that this kid is still a kid..." Conan slumped in the chair in a daze, his cheeks flushed, his eyes blurred, and the whole person looked like he was steamed.

He shook his head, trying to stay awake, but with a "bang", his forehead hit the table.

Shen Yuan stood aside, his lips slightly raised, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

He knew that something "interesting" might happen next.

Just then—"Knock, knock, knock!" The office door was knocked again.

"I'm coming!" Xiaolan walked quickly over and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was an elegant middle-aged woman. She was wearing a well-fitting dark suit, her hair neatly tied behind her head, and her expression was slightly solemn.

"Hello, is this the Maori Detective Agency?" Her voice was low and restrained.

"Yes, you are...?"

"I'm Kimie Tsujimura!" The woman nodded slightly, "I'm the wife of diplomat Tsujimura Isao!" When Maori Kogoro heard it was "diplomat's wife", he immediately perked up, quickly straightened his crooked tie, and put on the posture of a professional detective: "Mrs. Tsujimura? I've heard a lot about you! Please come in!" Tsujimura Kimie walked into the office, his eyes swept over everyone, and finally landed on Maori Kogoro: "Mr. Maori, I have a commission, I hope you can help..."

"Investigate your son's fiancée?" Mouri Kogoro patted his chest confidently, "No problem! Leave it to me!" Conan raised his head in a daze and muttered drunkenly: "Fiancée...?" Shen Yuan stood aside, his eyes fell on Tsujimura Kimie's hand - her fingertips trembled slightly, and her knuckles turned white due to the force.

Chapter 52: Request from the Diplomat's Wife 1

The Tsujimura family's mansion exudes classical majesty. The tall bookshelves and dark solid wood furniture make the study look solemn and depressing.

The hostess, Kimie Tsujimura, walked in front, her high heels making a cold, hard sound on the floor, like some kind of countdown pendulum.

"My husband should be in the study, but he hasn't responded..." Her voice was calm, but there was a hint of something strange in it.

The hem of her dark blue suit swayed slightly with her steps, and the wedding ring on her left ring finger gleamed coldly under the light.

In front of the study door, Kogoro Mouri frowned and walked forward, knocking heavily on the walnut door with his knuckles: "Mr. Tsujimura? Are you there?" The dull knocking sound echoed in the corridor - deathly silence.

Gong Jiang took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and said, "Maybe he fell asleep... I'll open the door and see!" He inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it gently.

"Click!" The door opened.

In the study, diplomat Tsujimura Isao was facing the door with his head slightly lowered, as if he was taking a nap on the desk.

"Really? I actually fell asleep while working..." Gong Jiang sighed and walked towards her husband.

She reached out and gently patted his shoulder.

"Honey, wake up, Mr. Maori and others are here..." - at this moment.

Her fingers slid inconspicuously to the back of his neck, and a cold light flashed on the keychain.

Tsujimura Isao's body trembled violently, and then collapsed completely.

Gong Jiang took a step back and suddenly screamed in horror - "Husband?! What's wrong with you?! Wake up!" Maori Kogoro rushed forward and held up Tsujimura Isao's head - his face was blue and purple, his pupils were dilated, and there was a trace of white foam at the corners of his mouth.

"No, no breathing?!" Maori's face changed drastically.

Conan and Heiji rushed into the room almost at the same time, their eyes like lightning, quickly scanning the scene - the door was originally locked, and there were only two keys, one kept by Gongjiang and the other in the deceased's pocket.

The windows were closed, the curtains were motionless, and there was no sign of any external intrusion.

There were no obvious external injuries on the deceased's body, and his face was bluish purple, typical symptoms of poisoning.

Heiji squatted down to check, "This is not a natural death... It's murder!" The police arrived quickly, and Inspector Megure led the Investigation Division to quickly cordon off the scene.

The flash lights of the forensic class kept lighting up in the study, recording every detail.

"It's you again, Brother Mori..." Kogoro Mori touched the back of his head and laughed dryly: "Hahaha, Inspector Megure, it's not me who caused the trouble this time! Mrs. Tsujimura entrusted me to investigate the character of her future daughter-in-law. Who knew that we would encounter a murder case..." Inspector Megure sighed, glanced across the room, and was slightly stunned when he saw Hattori Heiji.

"Who is this?"

"Hattori Heiji, a high school detective from Kansai!" Heiji grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "Please give me your guidance, Inspector!" Inspector Megure's eyes twitched: Another high school detective... Are all the kids these days so fond of getting involved in murders? His gaze continued to wander, finally landing on Shen Yuan, who lay silent in the corner.

"Mr. Shen is here too... You'd better be careful not to be infected by Brother Mao Li's misfortune!" Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth curved up: "Inspector, you are joking.

But..." His eyes swept over Maori Kogoro, "If there really is such a 'bad luck', I'm very interested in its transmission mechanism!" Maori Kogoro on the side immediately jumped up and down: "Hey hey! Inspector Megure, what do you mean by this? And Shen Yuan, you kid..."

"Okay, okay," Inspector Megure quickly raised his hand to stop Mori from exploding, "I was just joking!" He lowered his voice and said to Shen Yuan, "But seriously, every time Brother Mori appears at the scene, a murder always occurs..." Shen Yuan nodded, his eyes fell on the corpse in the study: "Like this time's murder in a locked room?" Inspector Megure followed his gaze and couldn't help but sighed, "Yes, another locked room... Looks like I have to work overtime tonight!" At this time, Officer Takagi hurried over: "Inspector! Preliminary examination revealed needle marks on the back of the deceased's neck!" Hattori Heiji stood in the middle of the room, his hands in his pockets, a confident arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Inspector, I already know the murderer's method!"

"The murderer had tied a thin iron needle to one end of a fishing line and taped the other end to the inside of the key ring.

When committing the crime, he first stabbed the poison needle into the back of the victim's neck, then stuffed the end with the iron needle into the victim's coat pocket and passed the fishing line through it!" He picked up the key on the table and gestured.

“The murderer then made the deceased sit on a chair while he walked out of the room holding both ends of the fishing line and locked the door.

Then he would tie the fishing line to the key and give it a tug—the key would be pulled through the crack in the door by the fishing line and fall into the dead man’s pocket!”

"Finally, the murderer only needs to continue pulling to retract the entire fishing line, creating the perfect illusion of a locked room where the key is in the deceased's pocket!" Heiji's sharp eyes swept over everyone, finally stopping on Tsujimura Toshimitsu, the deceased's father.

"And the only person who could have done this was Mr. Tsujimura, who was wandering alone on the second floor at the time! Based on the time, he was the only one who had enough opportunities to commit the crime!" Conan stood aside, frowning: No... He stared at the double-pocket jacket on the deceased, and calculated rapidly in his mind: It is impossible for the key ring and the key to enter the double pocket smoothly with this method! The fishing line will be stuck in the inner fabric during the pulling process, and the key will not be able to fall in at all! He opened his mouth to refute, but at this moment - "Ugh...!" A familiar sharp pain suddenly exploded from his body! Conan suddenly covered his chest, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back: Oh no... The same pain as when he was shrunk... Could it be... Without time to think about it, he gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence: "Sister Xiaolan... I'm too sleepy... I'm going to take a nap next door... Call me home after you solve the case..." Without waiting for Xiaolan to respond, he stumbled out of the room.

"Conan!" Xiaolan's exclamation echoed in the corridor. Just as she was about to chase after him, an arm blocked her way in time.

Shen Yuan smiled slightly: "Ms. Xiaolan, I can't help you here, so I'll go take care of Conan!" Xiaolan hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.

Shen Yuan turned around and left with light steps, like a black cat wandering in the dark night.

He followed the direction Conan disappeared and soon found the closed bedroom door.

I put my ear against the cold door and heard suppressed moans of pain and the rustling of clothes.

Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly observed the layout of the corridor.

His eyes were fixed on the next room, and he gently pushed the door open and walked in.

Shen Yuan walked straight to the window and pushed open the window frame smoothly.

He supported himself on the windowsill with one hand, and his slender figure swung out of the window as agilely as a cheetah.

"Click!" His fingers clasped the relief decoration on the outer wall, and his whole body moved close to the wall, finally hovering above the target window in an upside-down posture.

Through the gap in the curtains, the scene inside the room was clearly visible: Conan was curled up beside the wardrobe, his small body trembling violently.

His fingers left a few white marks on the floor, and his cheeks flushed unnaturally.