I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

After Vodka turned off the flame, Gin suddenly spoke, "This operation was only confirmed this morning!" His dark green pupils were particularly sharp in the shadows. "It was Pisco who chose this method of killing. No one knows the specific location and time except Pisco and me!" Vodka, sitting in the front, wished he were deaf. How could he hear so many things he shouldn't have heard? God knows Vodka has no secrets... For his big brother, he has had it so hard.

"Brother, I'll be watching from the car!" Vodka chose to be deaf and blind, not wanting to know anything. "I'll let you know immediately if anything happens!" Gin said "hmm" lightly, pushed the door and got out of the car.

Shen Yuan followed him, and the two of them walked straight to the elevator.

Gin took out a black door card from the inside pocket of his windbreaker, swiped it lightly on the sensing area, and the elevator door slid open silently.

"Wow, VIP treatment?" Shen Yuan deliberately moved closer, his warm breath almost touching Gin's ear.

Gin ignored him and swiped his card again. The elevator went straight up. The feeling of weightlessness while going up made Shen Yuan lean towards Gin, their shoulders almost touching.

Gin didn't hide, but he didn't respond either. He just stared silently at the jumping floor numbers, his Adam's apple rolling slightly in the shadows.

When the elevator door opened again, I saw a corridor covered with thick carpet, at the end of which was an understated black door.

Gin swiped his card to open the door, and Shen Yuan followed him in. What came into view was a spacious and luxurious suite - outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the entire view of Beihu City Hotel was in full view.

Shen Yuan looked around and marveled: "Boss, I didn't expect that you would choose such a comfortable place for yourself when you were on a mission!" Gin unbuttoned his windbreaker and threw it casually, and the black turtleneck sweater outlined his slender waistline.

He glanced at Shen Yuan coldly and spat out two words: "Or else?" Shen Yuan shrugged: "I thought you would choose to lie on a rooftop waiting for the mission to end, or stay in the car smoking while waiting!" Gin placed the suitcase on the coffee table, opened it and began to assemble the equipment. Without looking up, he asked: "Do I look stupid? Do you have to endure such hardships?" Shen Yuan touched his nose, wondering if this was empiricism that killed people. When he read the original book before, Gin gave people the impression of an inflexible old antique, perfectionist, ruthless, and even a little paranoid.

But the real Gin obviously knows how to enjoy life better than he imagined.

He walked to the big bed, opened his arms and leaned back, sinking into the soft bed, and sighed comfortably: "Sure enough, it's most comfortable to work while lying down!" Gin ignored him and continued to assemble the equipment in his hand.

Soon, two high-precision telescopes were set up in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. They were detachable and could be held directly in the hands. The lenses of both were aimed at the banquet hall opposite. It was obvious who the other one was for.

Shen Yuan glanced sideways and suddenly felt that Mr. Gin, who worked silently and never sought credit, was really cute. Then he gave a warm reminder: "Boss, be careful of the reflection on the lens to attract the attention of the 'little detective'!" Gin's fingers paused slightly and replied coldly: "Special coating, non-visible light reflection!" Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows: "So high-end?" Gin did not explain any more, but adjusted the focus, confirmed the angle in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and then returned to the sofa to wait for the memorial service to begin.

Gin sat on the sofa, his long left leg casually draped over his right knee, his trouser line stretched straight, outlining the neat lines of his legs.

His posture was lazy yet sharp, like a dozing wolf. He seemed relaxed, but in fact he could suddenly jump up and bite his prey's throat at any time.

Gin took out a cigarette box from his inner pocket, tapped the bottom of the box lightly with his index finger, and a cigarette jumped out neatly.

He lowered his head and took it into his mouth. The lighter clicked, and the flame illuminated his angular jawline, casting a warm halo on his cold white skin.

Gin slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke, and the gray-white smoke ring slowly rose in the sunlight, exuding a sense of dangerous ambiguity.

When he raised his eyes, his dark green pupils appeared exceptionally clear under the light, like the surface of a frozen lake, cold and deep.

Shen Yuan sat up from the bed, walked slowly to Gin and sat down, "Boss, give me one!" After saying that, he tilted his head slightly, put his mouth close to Gin, and signaled Gin to put the cigarette directly into his mouth.

Gin looked at him, his eyes dark under his silver hair.

After a while, he sneered, but still took out a cigarette from the box and put it between Shen Yuan's lips.

Shen Yuan held the cigarette in his mouth and raised his chin, motioning Gin to light it for him.

The air pressure around Gin suddenly dropped, and the air seemed to stagnate for a moment.

Shen Yuan's expression remained calm, and he even raised his eyebrows provocatively, urging him silently.

In the end, Gin was defeated and took out his lighter with a cold face.

However, just when the flame was about to touch the cigarette butt, Shen Yuan suddenly turned his head away, staring straight at the cigarette in Gin's mouth. The implication was self-evident - he wanted Gin to light it for him directly with the cigarette in his mouth.

Gin paused and his eyes suddenly became dangerous.

The next second, he suddenly reached out, grabbed Shen Yuan's chin, and forced him to raise his head.

Gin leaned forward, his tall figure casting Shen Yuan in shadow, and the distance between them suddenly shortened to the point where they could hear each other's breaths.

He bit the cigarette, his thin lips parted slightly, his voice low and dangerous: "...Are you serious?" The question was ambiguous, but Shen Yuan understood it: First, was Shen Yuan serious about letting him light his cigarette with the cigarette in his mouth? Second, was Shen Yuan serious about provoking him so brazenly? As he spoke, Gin's smoke puffed on Shen Yuan's face, and Shen Yuan inhaled it, his lips filled with the scent of the other person's tobacco.

Shen Yuan chuckled softly, his thin lips slightly parted, his voice carrying a hint of provocation: "It's just lighting a cigarette, what is the boss worried about?" Gin stared at him, his silver hair hanging down, partially blocking his vision, but it couldn't hide the darkness surging in his eyes.

In the end, Gin didn't say anything more. He just put his cigarette butt against Shen Yuan's cigarette with a cold face. As the sparks flickered, their breaths briefly intertwined.

After lighting the cigarette, Shen Yuan deliberately took a deep breath, then slowly blew the smoke onto Gin's face, with a malicious and playful smile on the corner of his lips.

There was an undercurrent between the two of them, as if someone would tear this dangerous balance apart in the next second - but in the end, Gin just stood up coldly, sat back on the sofa, and continued to smoke in silence, as if nothing that had just happened had happened.

Shen Yuan chuckled softly and leaned back on the sofa, smoke lingering around his lips. The afternoon sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the two of them, casting a warm glow on this silent game.

Chapter 59 Witnessing a Miracle 1

As dusk fell, the neon lights of Beihu City Hotel lit up one by one.

Vodka's phone call broke the silence in the suite: "Brother, three bodyguard cars came into the parking lot, and some people went to the rooftop!" Gin hung up the phone and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with Shen Yuan.

Outside the one-way glass, you can clearly see several black cars driving downstairs and several bodyguards in suits and ties patrolling around.

"Tunkou Shigehiko really values ​​his life!" Gin sneered, his eyes flashing coldly under his silver hair.

As the time for the memorial service approached, guests arrived one after another.

Shen Yuan suddenly tapped Gin's shoulder: "Look, boss!" He pointed to a yellow Beetle that had just stopped, "The little boy with glasses is our 'little detective'!" Gin's eyes locked on the target like a hawk, but suddenly froze when he saw the girl with short brown hair next to Conan.

He never cared about these details before, but now - "Heh..." A low laugh escaped Gin's throat.

The corners of his mouth slowly rose, revealing a creepy smile.

Half of the face under the silver hair was hidden in the shadows, but the exposed part was twisted into an almost insane arc.

The dark green pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, like a poisonous snake that had found its prey, or like the ecstasy of finally finding a puzzle piece.

"I see..." His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it caused the temperature in the room to drop suddenly. "Shirley..." Shen Yuan had said before that the magical fate would gradually push the knife that could be inserted into the heart of the organization to the "little detective". He didn't quite understand this sentence before, but... looking at the familiar hair color and familiar hairstyle, Gin truly felt the magical fate.

Shen Yuan observed the changes in Gin's expression with great interest: "It seems that the gears of fate have begun to turn, boss!" Gin's smile became deeper, and the muscles on his face moved in an unnatural way, as if he was wearing an elaborate human skin mask.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the Beretta at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

"Interesting!" He finally uttered the word, with a thrilling joy in his voice, "Very... interesting!" Outside the window, Conan suddenly shuddered and subconsciously looked up at the hotel opposite.

But behind the one-way glass, there is only bottomless darkness.

————As the night deepened, the memorial service at Beihu City Hotel officially began.

Since Vermouth is still seriously injured, the operation tonight will be entirely carried out by Pisco.

Pisk had already painted a layer of colorless fluorescent paint on the crystal chandelier chains in the banquet hall and made the same markings on the floor below the lights.

He threatened Shigehiko Tsuguchi in advance - "If you want to live, stand in the light and wait for instructions!" At the memorial service, the guests were chatting in twos and threes.

Shigehiko Tsunoguchi looked nervous, his eyes occasionally glancing at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

When the host announced that a film clip of Sakamaki Akira's life would be played, the lights in the banquet hall slowly dimmed, leaving only the light and shadow projected by the slides.

Shigehiko Tsunoguchi looked down and saw a faint fluorescent mark on the floor.

He swallowed and stood as instructed.

Piske stood in the shadow of the corner and pulled out a silenced pistol from the inside pocket of his suit. The muzzle of the gun was covered with a purple handkerchief - it could both mask the firelight and prevent his hands from reacting to the smoke.

He narrowed his eyes and aimed at the key nodes on the crystal chandelier chain that were also painted with fluorescent paint.

"Bang!" An almost inaudible gunshot.

The bullet hit the chain precisely, and the moment the metal broke, the huge crystal chandelier crashed down! "Bang!!" The crystal chandelier smashed hard into Shigehiko Tsukouchi, shards of glass splattered, and blood spread across the floor.

Screams broke out instantly and the crowd scattered in panic.

In the hotel suite across the street, Gin witnessed everything through a telescope, a cold smile curled his lips: "Mission accomplished.

It seems the little detective wasn't very effective!" Shen Yuan stood beside him, his eyes fixed on the little boy wearing glasses in the chaos. Conan was staring intently at the remains of the crystal chandelier, his glasses reflecting a cold light, and he had obviously noticed something.

"Boss," Shen Yuan chuckled, "It seems that the 'little detective' doesn't intend to let this matter end like this!" Gin narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Let's see how much he can find out!" Gin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the telescope's field of view locked on everything in the chaos.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated and the screen lit up.

Pisco: [GIN, guess who I found? Sherry! It looks like your mission has failed.]

The air pressure around Gin suddenly dropped, his knuckles turning white from the excessive grip. His eyes beneath his silver hair were frighteningly cold. Gin thought of Pisco, who had seen Shirley as a child. Did he think he had found something to defeat him? Shen Yuan approached without hesitation, glanced at the content of the message, and raised an eyebrow. "Boss, your colleagues seem to have some opinions about you?" He said playfully, "This tone is full of accountability, and even gloating!" Gin sneered, swiped his thumb, and the screen went out.

The corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm, and his voice was low and dangerous: "You are just a good-for-nothing who relies on his age to bully others. He thinks he can tell me what to do just because he has lived a long life!" Shen Yuan laughed softly, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Don't worry, boss!" He leaned back to the window lazily, his eyes cast towards the restaurant opposite, "With the little detective here, this matter is still worth watching!" Gin glanced at him sideways with a cold look in his eyes.

Shen Yuan smiled meaningfully: "This old Mr. Pisk..." He paused, "I don't think he can escape the curse of the 'God of Death'!" Gin was silent for a moment, then raised the telescope again, his voice low and: "I am also curious, now that he has found Shirley, how will the 'little detective' who has won the favor of the God of Destiny keep his 'sharp knife'!" Conan had already squatted down opposite, his fingertips gently rubbing the fluorescent marks on the floor, his eyes suddenly fixed - found it! In the end, Conan found traces of fluorescent agent and bullet marks, proving that this incident was not an accident, so the Metropolitan Police Department quickly dispatched to seal off the scene, and the suspects were locked in among Nanjo Mika, Sanpei Yasuo, Tarumi Naoya, Tawara Yoshiharu, Masuyama Kenzo, and Mugura Naomichi.

Watching the plot unfold through a telescope, Shen Yuan spoke up, "Look, boss, first of all, the mystery of this planned accident has been uncovered by the little detective, and our Mr. Pisk has been detained for the time being.

How do you think it will develop next?"

Chapter 60 Witnessing a Miracle 2

In the banquet hall, Conan hid in the dark and used an anesthetic needle to put Kogoro Mouri into a deep sleep, and then began his reasoning using a voice changer.

"Everyone!"

The voice of "Mouri Kogoro" was particularly clear in the chaotic scene. "This is not an accident, but a carefully planned murder!" He ruled out the possible perpetrators one by one - "Mr. Tawara Yoshiharu was standing directly under the crystal chandelier and couldn't aim at the chain at all!"

"Although Mr. Sanping Kangfu was carrying fluorescent paint, he was under the watchful eye of other guests the entire time and had no chance to fire his weapon!"

"As for Mr. Naomichi Mugura, Ms. Mika Nanjo, and Mr. Naoya Tarumi, they were either photographed by reporters as not being present, or they had no motive at all!" A cold light flashed across Conan's lenses: "So, the only person who could have accomplished this murder is Mr. Kenzo Masuyama!" As soon as he finished speaking, the whole audience was in an uproar.

In the suite of the hotel opposite, Gin's phone vibrated again.

The screen lit up, and an order from the boss suddenly appeared - [Get rid of Pisk immediately.

He was photographed.

】Short, cold, and unquestionable.

The scene of Kenzo Masuyama shooting at the chain was just captured on camera.

It has now spread like wildfire outside, so Uramaru Renye needs Pisik to shut his mouth forever and never discuss the secrets of the organization with others. After all, this old minister has served him and knows some of his secrets.

Gin stared at the message, a sarcastic arc appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Shen Yuan leaned against the window, his eyes swept across the screen of his mobile phone, and he chuckled: "Boss, the first magical turning point is here!" He said playfully, "Once Pisco dies, no one will be able to threaten the 'Shirley' you just mentioned!" Gin put away his phone, his eyes cold and deep: "That kid..." Shen Yuan smiled meaningfully: "The little detective can continue to explore the secrets of the organization!" Hearing this, Gin slowly pulled out a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

He raised his head slightly, his dark green pupils beneath his silver hair shone with a predator-like sharpness under the light, his jawline was taut, with a condescending arrogance.

"Then let's try and see what this so-called 'miracle' can do!" His voice was low and cold, yet it revealed his absolute confidence in controlling the overall situation.

It seemed that in his eyes, the so-called fate was nothing more than a child's play that could be crushed at will.

Gin turned and walked towards the sofa, his black windbreaker still draped over the backrest.

He reached out and grabbed the clothes, threw them over his shoulders and put them on in one smooth motion.

Then he walked towards the door without looking back, his leather shoes making a dull sound on the carpet.

Shen Yuan was stunned: "What are you going to do?"

"Didn't the boss ask me to silence him?" He sneered, his head tilted slightly as he placed his hand on the doorknob, half his face hidden in the shadows, only the curve of his mouth was as sharp as a knife. "Pisk will definitely use that 'secret' to save his life!"

"I'm curious—" He paused, his voice filled with dangerous interest, "If I showed up at the scene and caught that 'rat', how would the 'fate' you mentioned... be reversed?" Shen Yuan looked at the empty doorway and suddenly laughed out loud. His laughter echoed in the empty suite, carrying a bit of unbridled joy.

"Ha!" Tears welled up in his eyes. "Of course... fate said you would get hurt!"

"Now it's time to watch a good show~" Shen Yuan hummed a tune and returned to the window, picked up the telescope, and looked forward to the interesting live broadcast.

When Gin pushed open the heavy wooden door of the wine cellar, Pisco was facing away from him, his trembling fingers typing frantically on his laptop.

Hearing the sound, the old man turned around abruptly, and the cold figure of the silver-haired killer was reflected in his turbid pupils.

"GIN..." Pisco's Adam's apple rolled, cold sweat sliding down his wrinkles, "Did the boss ask you to come?" Gin didn't answer, Beretta glowing coldly in his hand. Pisco suddenly rushed to the computer, the blue light of the screen reflecting his pale face: "You can't kill me! I discovered a big secret! About the one that the boss is pursuing-"

"Oh?" Gin raised his eyebrows, the muzzle of the gun remained motionless, "Tell me about it!" Gin was expecting Pisco to tell him about Shirley becoming smaller. He wanted to know if "fate" could really protect the "little detective".

But "It will be loaded soon... It will be loaded soon..." Pisker just stared at the progress bar and kept silent about the secret. The sound of police searching could be faintly heard outside the door. "Wait another minute... No, forty seconds..." Gin glanced at the progress bar that reached 37%, then looked at his watch.

He truly felt the fun of "fate". On the surface, Pisker was the chairman of a car company, and his computer was definitely of top-notch configuration, but today his computer was stuck like an antique. He chuckled and pulled the trigger.

"It seems that fate wants you to die today!" When Piske fell down with his eyes wide open, the bloody hole in the middle of his forehead was still emitting green smoke.

When Gin bent down to pick up the computer, he suddenly heard a metallic friction sound from the ventilation fan on the top of the wine cellar.

"Interesting!" Gin narrowed his eyes and looked at the progress bar that had only reached 43%.

The noises in the ventilation duct became more and more obvious, and he knew that the secrets in the computer would not be revealed to him today.

Gin was curious about what would happen next, so he followed the voice to the rooftop. The moment Gin pushed open the iron gate, he saw the brown-haired girl holding the railing and gasping for breath.

The moment their eyes met, Shirley's pupils contracted violently.

"Sherry, I didn't expect that we would meet in this situation. So... how can fate help you this time?" Gin slowly raised his gun, his silver hair flying in the wind.

He deliberately slowed down his movements, wanting to see how the so-called "fate" would intervene.

The sound of breaking air came without any warning.

When Gin turned sideways, the anesthetic needle had already pierced his right arm - with his keen sense, he should have been able to detect the ambush.