I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

The most amazing thing is the continuous "clucking" sound, as if all the bones in the body are being reorganized.

Shen Yuan knew that he was about to witness a dramatic comedic performance, so he took out his cell phone from his pocket and turned on the recording mode.

In the camera, the small figure is undergoing amazing changes. The limbs are stretching at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the round outline of the childish face is gradually becoming angular.

When Conan raised his head in pain, the phone clearly captured every detail: the protrusion of his Adam's apple, the sharpening of his facial lines, and what finally appeared in the camera - the face of seventeen-year-old Kudo Shinichi.

Chapter 53: Request from the Diplomat's Wife 2

Kudo Shinichi struggled to stand up, as if every inch of his bones had been burned by flames.

He looked down at his restored palm, the knuckles distinct, slender and strong - no longer looking like that of an elementary school student.

"It's really back..." he muttered to himself, his voice a mixture of shock and ecstasy.

But there was no time to celebrate.

In the study, Heiji's faulty reasoning is leading the police in the wrong direction.

Shinichi quickly grabbed a spare coat from the closet—luckily the Tsujimura family's guest room had a variety of sizes of clothing.

He hastily threw on his shirt, not even having time to button it properly, and rushed to the door.

At the end of the corridor, the door of the study was half open, and everyone was engaged in a heated argument.

"The murderer is Tsujimura Toshimitsu!" Hattori Heiji said firmly, "He had enough time to commit the crime..." Inspector Megure touched his chin, frowned and thought: "But, what is his motive? Why did he kill his own son?" Mouri Kogoro crossed his arms, looking impatient: "Hey, hey, Hattori boy, are you sure you're not mistaken?" Xiaolan stood aside, seemed to want to say something, at this moment-"No! The murderer is not Tsujimura Toshimitsu!" A clear and familiar voice came from the door.

Everyone turned around suddenly, their eyes fixed on the boy who suddenly appeared - Kudo Shinichi.

"The murderer is not Tsujimura Toshimitsu!" Shinichi spoke again.

The notebook in Xiaolan's hand fell to the ground with a "click".

Her pupils suddenly contracted and her lips trembled slightly: "Shin... Shinichi? You... why are you here?" Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, as if she was afraid that the person in front of her was just an illusion.

Kudo Shinichi smiled at her with gentle eyes: "Sorry, Xiaolan, I'll explain to you later!" Mouri Kogoro strode over and grabbed him by the collar: "Kudo's brat?... Brat! What do you want to do by suddenly showing up?!" Shinichi raised his hands helplessly: "Uncle Mouri, I'm just here to help solve the case!" Inspector Megure coughed and interrupted: "Brother Kudo, what do you mean when you said 'not right' just now?" Shinichi nodded and turned his gaze to Hattori Heiji: "There is a loophole in your reasoning-the murderer is not Tsujimura Toshimitsu!" Hattori Heiji narrowed his eyes, looked up and down at Shinichi with sharp eyes, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You kid... are Kudo Shinichi?" He crossed his arms, "You just came and didn't even check the scene. How do you know I was wrong?" Kudo Shinichi took a deep breath and walked towards the body.

His steps were still a little unsteady, but his eyes had regained their sharpness.

"I learned the details of the case from Conan before!" He pointed to his ear, "That kid has been keeping in touch with me using the detective badge!" This impromptu lie came out of his mouth fluently, "Hattori, your fishing line technique is theoretically feasible, but you overlooked a key detail-" He squatted down and opened the inner pocket of the deceased's coat.

"Mr. Tsujimura was wearing a suit with double pockets.

The outer pocket does have traces of fishing line friction, but the inner pocket is completely clean!" Shinichi's fingers gently pinched the key ring, "More importantly, there are traces of tape on the inside of the key ring, indicating that it was indeed fixed somewhere - but not with fishing line!" He stood up, his eyes scanning every corner of the room like a scanner.

"The real locked room method is much simpler - someone locked the door with a spare key and then put the key back into the deceased's pocket during the chaos.

And the only one who can do this is someone who has the other key!" The room was silent.

Shinichi could feel Ran's burning gaze on his back, but he had to focus on the case right now.

"In other words," he turned slowly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "the murderer is among us - and just opened this door with the key himself!" The air in the study seemed to freeze.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Kudo Shinichi, who stood beside the corpse, tapping his fingers lightly on the edge of the desk, the rhythm like a countdown.

"Let's start from the beginning!" Shinichi's voice was low and clear, "First of all, the deceased, Mr. Tsujimura Isao, was stabbed to death by a poison needle, but the time of death was shortly before we entered the study - to be exact, at the moment when Mrs. Tsujimura patted her husband's shoulder!" He walked to the stereo, pressed the stop button, and the opera aria came to an abrupt end.

"Why is opera being played in the study? The deceased loved classical music, not opera!" Shinichi's gaze shot towards Kimie Tsujimura like a sharp arrow. "The answer is simple—to mask the screams of pain the deceased might have made when being stabbed!" Kimie Tsujimura's face turned pale instantly, but she still pretended to be calm: "This, this is ridiculous!" Shinichi ignored her protest and pointed to the pile of books on the desk: "The placement of these books is also very strange.

How could someone who is reading have books piled up so high that they completely obscure their face? Unless—someone deliberately used these books to hide the deceased’s painful expression when he was stabbed!” Hattori Heiji slapped his forehead: “I see! So the time of death is right before our eyes!”

"That's right!" Shinichi squatted down and gently parted the hair on the back of the deceased's neck. "Look here, there is an almost imperceptible pinhole, and there is a hair-thin iron needle on the floor next to it!" He looked up and looked directly at Tsujimura Kimie, "Madam, can I borrow your key ring to take a look?" Tsujimura Kimie instinctively took a step back, his fingers tightly grasping the key chain: "This, this is too rude!" Inspector Megure stepped forward seriously: "Mrs. Tsujimura, please cooperate with the investigation!" When the key chain was forcibly handed over, Shinichi showed everyone an exquisite groove on the key ring: "There should have been a poison needle hidden here, and the size is exactly the same as the pinhole on the back of the deceased's neck.

Madam, you first put your husband to sleep with medicine, and when we arrive, pretend to wake him up, but actually give him a fatal blow with the poison needle hidden in the key ring!" The room was in an uproar.

“As for the locked room technique,” ​​Shinichi continued, “it’s actually much simpler than Hattori imagined.

There are only two keys to the study. One is in the double pocket of the deceased's trousers -" he turned over the deceased's pockets and showed them to everyone, "and the other is in your hand.

After you locked the door with your key, you took advantage of the chaos to put the key back into your husband's pocket, creating the illusion that the key had always been with the deceased!" Tsujimura Kimie's hands began to tremble, and a strand of hair fell from her carefully combed bun.

"What's the motive?" Kogoro Mouri couldn't help but ask.

Shinichi’s expression became complicated: “This goes back twenty years.

Ms. Katsuragi Sachiko is actually the child of Mrs. Tsujimura and her ex-husband Kenji Yamashiro.

Mr. Yamashiro was framed by Tsujimura Isao and imprisoned on charges of dereliction of duty, and died unjustly in prison five years later!" Katsuragi Sachiko, who had been silent all this time, suddenly covered her mouth and burst into tears.

"Mr. Toshimitsu Tsujimura assisted Tsujimura Isao in the past, so you want to kill two birds with one stone, avenge your ex-husband and put the blame on the accomplice!" Shinichi's voice was filled with a heavy sigh, "Am I right, Mrs. Tsujimura?" Tsujimura Kimie's defense line finally collapsed.

She stumbled back and bumped into a bookshelf.

"Twenty years... I've waited for a full twenty years..." Her voice was hoarse like torn silk, "That man ruined my life, ruined Kenji's life, and almost ruined Sachiko's happiness! When he opposed Sachiko and Takayoshi's marriage, I knew... he recognized Sachiko as Kenji's daughter..." Her eyes suddenly became sharp, piercing Tsujimura Toshimitsu: "And you! You obviously knew everything, but you watched coldly!" Inspector Megure signaled the police officer to come forward, and the silver handcuffs "clicked" and locked Tsujimura Kimie's slender wrist.

When she was led out of the study, she suddenly stopped and looked back at the tearful Katsuragi Sachiko - her eyes were like an overturned inkstone, with the ink colors of regret and relief blended together so that they could no longer be distinguished.

Xiaolan had moved to Shinichi's side without him noticing, and her fingertips gently pinched the cuff of his shirt, the fabric wrinkling into small swirls between her fingers.

"This time... you won't suddenly disappear again, right?" Her voice was filled with an anxiety that a seventeen-year-old girl shouldn't have, and tears were still hanging on her eyelashes.

Shinichi was about to speak when his heart suddenly felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand.

Pain shot through my spine like electricity, and black spots began to seep into the edges of my vision.

He saw the bulging veins on the back of his hands, and cold sweat instantly stuck his shirt to his back.

"Shinichi?" Xiaolan's exclamation seemed to come through a layer of glass, very vague.

"I'm sorry, Xiaolan..." He pulled back his sleeve suddenly and staggered back two steps. "Something urgent happened... Next time... I will definitely be nicer next time..." His words were broken in his rapid breathing.

When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Hattori Heiji's suddenly narrowed eyes. The Kansai detective was already blocking the corridor silently.

Shinichi gritted his teeth and rushed out the door, his footsteps making a messy drumbeat on the wooden corridor.

From behind, Hattori Heiji's deliberately lowered voice asked: "Kudo Shinichi! What on earth are you--" But the severe pain had already swallowed his hearing.

He pushed open the bathroom door, and the moment he locked it, he heard Heiji's palm slam against the door.

"Hey! Kudo Shinichi!" Hattori Heiji's voice penetrated the door, each syllable carrying a sharp questioning tone. "What on earth are you and the brat playing at?"

Chapter 54 Chartreuse

Shen Yuan had just returned home when a silver-gray shadow suddenly jumped out from the shadows of the entrance, and his ice-blue pupils glowed coldly in the dim room.

Lightning slammed his head against Shen Yuan's knee, making a low snoring sound in his throat, as if accusing his master of being absent for the whole day.

"Thank you for your hard work. We, Lightning, stayed at home!" Shen Yuan smiled and rubbed the cheetah's furry ears, his slender fingers sinking into the silver-gray fur. "I'll give you a snack tonight!" The kitchen light came on.

Shen Yuan tied on an apron and took out a three-kilogram piece of top-grade Wagyu steak from the refrigerator. The bright red meat had marble-like patterns under the light.

As the sharp kitchen knife cut through the plastic wrap, the lightning's tail swept across the floor, making a rustling sound.

"Don't be impatient!" Shen Yuan said without turning his head, and threw a piece of Arctic walrus cartilage chew stick over, "This is today's snack!" Lightning caught it in mid-air, and his sharp canine teeth bit on the cartilage, making a teeth-aching crunching sound.

The butter in the pan was melting, making a sizzling sound.

Shen Yuan was concentrating on frying two steaks - one weighed three kilograms and was prepared for Lightning; the other was his own dinner.

The aroma of meat soon filled the entire apartment.

When Shen Yuan placed the special food bowl filled with steak in front of Lightning, the cheetah's ice-blue eyes narrowed into slits and he was still biting his teether.

Shen Yuan poured himself a glass of Chartreuse - that was the wine that Gin gave him when they had dinner at Gin's house last time. "The most suitable wine for you!" Gin said this while biting the cigarette, his eyes under the silver hair locked on him like a scope.

The amber liquid flows in the glass, emitting a strange light blue luster under the light.

He raised his glass to the light and looked at it for a while, then took a photo and sent it to Gin: [For today's dinner, I want to experience Chartreuse in a special way.

】After sending the message, he took a sip of wine.

The top notes of cool herbs bloom on the tongue, followed by a hint of sweetness, which eventually turns into a burning bitterness.

Shen Yuan frowned. The bitter and sweet taste was really hard to accept.

"What kind of combination is this..." he muttered to himself, stood up and added more gin to the cup.

Tasting it again, the taste turned into a cold bittersweet, like poison wrapped in honey, exploding on the tip of the tongue.

Shen Yuan frowned even more tightly, he really couldn't understand the charm of this wine.

The phone vibrated.

Gin's reply was extremely concise: [.

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow, picked up his phone and continued typing: [Boss, is your hand injured and it's inconvenient for you to type? I worked so hard for you in Tokyo, and it really makes me feel disheartened to be treated like this by your boss.

After sending this message, he added: By the way, boss, Chartreuse is really not tasty. Even if GIN is added, I can’t accept it. The bittersweet feeling is like exploding on the tip of my tongue.

】Putting down his phone, Shen Yuan began to enjoy his steak.

The meat is tender and juicy, and the aroma of black pepper spreads in the mouth.

Just as he cut the second piece, his phone vibrated again.

Gin's reply was still brief: [Add honey or lime juice to mix.

Shen Yuan chuckled, his fingers tapping rapidly on the screen: [Boss, today Detective Maori received a commission from the wife of diplomat Tsujimura Isao. Detective Maori and I went to the diplomat's home, and the diplomat died mysteriously. Isn't that incredible?] After a while, Gin's reply came: [You did it?] Shen Yuan's lips curled up with a playful smile, and he replied: [How is that possible?

The diplomat's wife avenged her ex-husband who was wrongfully killed twenty years ago by hiding a poison needle in a key ring and committing the crime in public... The message showed that it had been read, and the chat interface was silent for a full two minutes.

Shen Yuan could even imagine Gin frowning at the screen in the safe house.

After a while, the phone message sounded, and the reply was still concise: [.

After dinner, Shen Yuan cleaned up the table. He placed the washed red wine glass upside down on the drain rack. Water droplets slid down the wall of the glass, reflecting tiny spots of light under the warm light in the kitchen.

He wiped his fingers and sank lazily into the sofa. Lightning immediately rested its furry head on his lap, its ice-blue eyes half-closed.

"It's time to share something interesting with our Mr. Top Killer..." He slid his slender fingers across the phone screen, a playful smile on his lips.

The notification tone of the message being sent was particularly crisp in the quiet living room: [Let me show you a particularly magical video.

】Then he sent the video of Conan’s transformation today.

The attachment transfer progress bar quickly reached the end.

Shen Yuan imagined Gin clicking on the video in a safe house somewhere - the always calm silver-haired killer's shocked expression when he saw the reversal process of the APTX4869 experimental subject. Just imagining it made his throat tighten.

Then Gin sent a message [The video is blank, there is nothing.

】Shen Yuan sat up straight abruptly, whimpering in dissatisfaction.

Shen Yuan opened the local video again - the picture was so clear that it was dazzling: Conan curled up on the carpet and twitched in pain, the "crackling" sound of his bones stretching was teeth-grinding, and the whole process of his final transformation into Kudo Shinichi was perfectly presented, even the tears oozing from the corners of the young detective's eyes were clearly visible.

"This is interesting..." He narrowed his eyes and clicked send again.

This time Gin's reply was quick and still concise: [.

Shen Yuan's fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of the sofa, and the rhythm gradually quickened: "Is the will of the world protecting its protagonist?" He whispered to himself, and suddenly laughed out loud, "Or..." The laughter stopped abruptly, and Lightning's ears suddenly stood up, and its silver-gray fur exploded.

A low-pitched snoring sound rolled out of the cheetah's throat before the attack, and its ice-blue pupils shrank into needle points.

Shen Yuan followed its line of sight to the floor-to-ceiling window—the night view of Tokyo flowed on the glass like a river of stars, but at a certain moment, the window frame seemed to be twisted into an unnatural angle, as if the space itself was twisted by an invisible hand.

He lowered his head and typed quickly: [Wait until you come back to see if you can see the video.

The video is normal in my phone, but I can't send it out.

】The moment the send button was pressed, the crystal chandelier suddenly flickered, casting fragmented light and shadow in his pupils.

"Shh..." Shen Yuan pressed down on Lightning's tense back and felt the trembling of the muscles under his palm.

The distortion disappeared in an instant, and the bustling lights were still outside the window, as if the abnormality just now was just an illusion.

Putting down his phone, Shen Yuan looked out the window at the night view of Tokyo and whispered to himself, "A mixture of bitterness and sweetness...it's truly a destined match!"

Chapter 55 The Secret of APTX4869

When the morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains, Conan suddenly jumped up from the bed.

He subconsciously touched his throat - under the smooth skin, the feel of his Adam's apple had disappeared.

"Back...back again..." He stared at the sleeves of his child-sized pajamas, memories of last night flooding back.

The murder in the secret room of the diplomat's residence, the sudden onset of severe pain, and the face of seventeen-year-old Kudo Shinichi that he saw in the bathroom mirror.

"That bottle of wine!" Conan ran out barefoot without even having time to put on slippers.

In the kitchen of the Mori Detective Agency, the bottle of "Laobai Gan" brought from Hattori Heiji was still placed on the bottom shelf of the cabinet. The liquid in the transparent glass bottle was shining coldly in the morning light.

Conan got the wine and when he unscrewed the bottle cap, a strong smell of alcohol came out.