I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

"Secretary Zhou, do you still remember the news about the 'Dragon God'?" Shen Yuan's voice was as light as a feather. "It's the sunken ship that suddenly appeared carrying a billion gold!" Zhou Ming was puzzled as to why Shen Yuan brought up this matter, and nodded to indicate that he knew the news.

Shen Yuan didn't beat around the bush and said directly: "I found the gold, gold worth ten billion!" Zhou Ming opened his eyes wide and almost thought he had heard it wrong.

Shen Yuan continued, "The gold is now on a speedboat over at the port, loaded into four large bags. Find someone to transport it back!" Zhou Ming blinked. Was he asking him to transport it back to China? Shen Yuan nodded. Yes, he wanted to transport it back to China. It was his gift to the country.

The night wind suddenly became noisy, and Zhou Ming felt that his heartbeat was surprisingly loud.

He subconsciously looked around and swallowed, "Hey, what exactly happened with classmate Shen? Here, does anyone know that you took this gold? Will it bring you danger?" Zhou Ming knew that the Japanese government had been looking for this money, and he was afraid that Shen Yuan would bring him fatal disaster.

Shen Yuan shook his head. "Secretary Zhou, only my boyfriend and I know about this. There will be no danger. As for how he found it, Secretary Zhou must have heard of the name of Maori Kogoro in Japan, right?" When Zhou Ming heard the word "boyfriend", he just raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing. After all, people are free to fall in love now, and he has no right to interfere.

As for Maori Kogoro, Zhou Ming's mouth twitched. The famous detective who died wherever he went? Every day when he watched the news, he felt that it was a miracle that the Japanese population had survived until now.

Shen Yuan's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, making a rhythmic sound.

"Someone commissioned Detective Maori to find the treasure and gave a clue!" He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, "So I got the gold before them!" Zhou Ming pushed his glasses unconsciously, and his eyes behind the lenses were full of worry: "Is this... really okay?" Zhou Ming was worried that Shen Yuan would be suspected.

"Don't worry!" Shen Yuan waved his hand, his tone as relaxed as if he was discussing tomorrow's weather. "Secretary Zhou, you'll understand if you pay more attention to Detective Maori and that classmate wearing glasses, Conan.

All around them, strange and bizarre things happened one after another, and the clues to the treasure hunt seemed to be automatically delivered to them!" The night wind blew the bushes by the roadside, making a rustling sound.

Shen Yuan retracted his gaze and winked at Zhou Ming: "I didn't know them when I first came to Japan, but now I'm familiar with them!" His tone suddenly became cheerful, "If the time is right in the future, maybe I can give a few more 'gifts' to the country!" Zhou Ming was speechless for a moment, and the flickering light reflected on his glasses.

He stared at the young man in front of him who always had a smile on his face, and suddenly felt that there was an indescribable sense of mystery about him.

In the end, he could only slowly raise his thumb, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching - this was probably the most bizarre meeting in his diplomatic career.

Chapter 91 A Deep Kiss Under Wolf Fangs

At three o'clock in the morning, the streets of Tokyo were already quiet.

The vodka-fueled LAND CRUISER slowly drove into the apartment's underground garage, its tires making a dull sound as they rolled over the speed bumps.

Inside the car, Shen Yuan lazily leaned back in the seat, his fingers tapping the edge of the window intermittently.

"We're here!" Vodka stopped the car and looked back at Gin in the back seat.

Shen Yuan stretched and opened the car door. The cold night air instantly filled his lungs, making him a little more awake.

The elevator slowly rose, and the metal walls reflected a cold light.

Shen Yuan stood next to Gin, his shoulder almost touching his arm, but the two of them deliberately kept a subtle distance.

The elevator dinged to a stop at their floor, and the doors slowly slid open.

"Boss, bye!" Shen Yuan waved, his usual lazy smile playing on his lips. "Go back and get some sleep!" He turned and took just two steps—suddenly, a huge force struck from behind! Shen Yuan reflexively tensed his muscles and instinctively lashed out with his elbow, only to be met with a cold hand that precisely grasped his wrist and twisted it hard! The next second, his back slammed heavily against the corridor wall, and a dull pain instantly spread to his spine.

"Qin——" Before she could finish calling out her name, a shadow had already descended.

Gin pressed his palm against the back of his neck with such force that it almost crushed his bones.

The other hand grasped his chin, forcing him to look up.

And then—they hit each other.

This isn't a kiss, it's a bite.

Gin's teeth rolled over his lower lip, leaving a stinging sensation on the soft spot, and the taste of blood instantly spread in his mouth.

Shen Yuan's breathing stagnated, and his fingers subconsciously clenched the collar of Gin's windbreaker, but the other party pushed him against the wall even harder, and his knee forcefully pushed between his legs, completely imprisoning him.

Silver hair cascaded down, creating a privacy barrier between the two of them and blocking out the dim light from the corridor.

The only thing left in Shen Yuan's vision was the pair of green eyes so close to him - the pupils that were usually cold were now shockingly dark, surging with dangerous desires, like a wolf eyeing its prey.

"Hmm..." Shen Yuan's protest was completely swallowed up.

Gin's tongue tip roughly pried open his teeth, and with the scent of tobacco, it went straight in, sweeping through every inch of his mouth like conquering a city.

This kiss was so strong that it almost suffocated him, as if it wanted to tear him apart and eat him whole.

When Gin's palm slid down his waistline and pinched his waist lightly through the thin fabric, Shen Yuan trembled all over.

The hand, with its scorching heat, pushed him irresistibly into the other's arms, pressing their bodies tightly together.

——Too close.

It was so close that Shen Yuan could clearly feel Gin's taut muscles, and so close that he could detect the other person's equally violent heartbeat through the clothes.

The cold breath from Gin mixed with the faint smell of gunpowder surrounded him, making him dizzy.

This realization made Shen Yuan's ears burn - Gin was serious and obviously didn't intend to give him any chance to escape.

Shen Yuan's knees went weak, but he was held tightly by the opponent, leaving him no room to retreat.

The sensor lights in the corridor flickered, casting the overlapping figures of the two people on the wall, outlining an ambiguous outline.

Their shadows were entangled together, like two wild beasts fighting for territory, or like a pair of lovers entangled in love until death.

Finally, Gin stepped back slightly, his breathing still steady, only his silver hair was slightly messy.

Shen Yuan's lips were bitten, and blood was sliding down the corners of his lips, which was particularly glaring on his pale skin.

When Shen Yuan met Gin's green eyes full of turbulent undercurrents, his heart skipped a beat and his ears started burning instantly.

He turned his head in panic, and Gin's low and hoarse voice brushed his hot earlobe, with a shuddering desire: "What are you hiding from?" The voice was like aged wine, mellow and dangerous, making Shen Yuan's spine numb.

"I, I suddenly remembered that I haven't fed Lightning yet!" Shen Yuan pushed him away in a hurry, turned around and rushed to his door. He inserted the key three times before it was right in the keyhole. "Good night, boss!" The door slammed shut.

In the corridor, Gin chuckled softly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

He slowly raised his hand to tidy up his messy silver hair, and his gaze lingered on Shen Yuan's closed door for a long time.

In the darkness, he licked the blood on the corner of his lips, and the darkness in his eyes lingered for a long time.

He didn't turn around and leave until the sensor light went out again, and the dull sound of his leather shoes on the carpet gradually faded away.

Shen Yuan slid down to the ground with his back against the door, his chest heaving violently.

In the darkness, his fingertips unconsciously touched the corner of his bitten lip, where a subtle tingling sensation still remained, mixed with a faint smell of blood and tobacco.

Suddenly, two ice-blue lights lit up at the bedroom door, like cat's eyes in the middle of the night.

Lightning approached silently with graceful steps, its silver-gray fur gleaming faintly in the darkness.

It made a low purring sound in its throat, like the vibration of the engine of some high-end sports car, and its warm body rubbed lightly against Shen Yuan's knees.

Shen Yuan reached out and rubbed Lightning's head, his fingers sinking into the soft hair.

The cheetah's wet nose touched his wrist, as if asking a silent question.

"It's okay..." Shen Yuan muttered to himself, not sure if he was talking to Lightning or comforting himself.

He stood up by holding on to the door, dragged his feet into the bedroom, and threw himself onto the soft bed.

The quilt was rolled up into a messy ball. He pulled it over his waist and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep.

——The feeling of Gin's silver hair brushing against his cheek.

——The hand clasped around his waist was so strong that it was impossible to refuse.

——The smell of tobacco lingering between lips and teeth.

Shen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the pillow to cover his face in annoyance, and kicked his legs hard on the bed twice.

"Why did I run just now!" His voice was muffled in the pillow, with a bit of gritted teeth, "I should have counterattacked!" Lightning jumped lightly onto the bed, found a comfortable position beside him and lay down, his ice-blue eyes narrowed slightly in the darkness, as if mocking his master's incompetence.

Shen Yuan turned over and buried his face in Lightning's warm fur, mumbling in a muffled voice: "Next time... Next time I will definitely..."

Chapter 92 The Unlucky Robber 1

The afternoon sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the jewelry store, reflecting tiny spots of light on the glass counter.

Shen Yuan stood in front of the counter with one hand in his pocket, his eyes casually scanning the various accessories on display.

"Sir, do you need any recommendations?" The clerk came forward with a smile.

Shen Yuan shook his head, his eyes suddenly drawn to a pair of cufflinks - the dark green gems were set in a platinum base, showing a deep color under the light, like a forest in the dark night, or like... someone's eyes.

He tapped his fingertips on the glass counter, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Here, take it out and have a look!" The clerk put on white gloves and carefully took out the pair of cufflinks.

The dark green gemstones looked even more intense on the velvet tray, as if they could absorb all the light around them.

"You have a good eye. This is a natural emerald with a very special color!" the clerk introduced. "It's very suitable as a gift for important people!" Shen Yuan picked up one of them and turned it towards the light.

Tiny points of light flickered inside the gem, reminding him of a rainy night when a silver-haired killer stood at the entrance of an alley, his dark green pupils glowing dangerously in the darkness.

Shen Yuan was very satisfied with the cufflinks. He put them back on the tray and added, "This is it, in a dark gift box!" The clerk smiled even more deeply: "Do you need engraving service?" Shen Yuan shook his head.

The clerk took the cufflinks to be packaged.

At this moment, the door of the jewelry store was suddenly kicked open! Four robbers dressed in black and wearing masks rushed in, revealing only a pair of fierce eyes.

The leading robber raised his hand and fired a shot. The bullet hit the ceiling, causing the crystal chandelier to shake violently and fragments to fly everywhere.

"Everyone, don't move! Raise your hands above your head!" Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes and stood still.

One robber had already begun smashing the display cases with the butt of his rifle, while the other two deftly swept the jewelry into black cloth bags.

Diamond necklaces and gemstone rings were stuffed in there like garbage, making harsh clash sounds.

In the corner, a young clerk quietly reached for the alarm button under the counter - "Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the clerk screamed and covered his bleeding arm.

The robber who fired the gun said coldly: "If anyone moves again, the next shot will be in the head!" At this moment, the cell phone in Shen Yuan's pocket suddenly rang.

The sudden ringing of the bell was particularly harsh in the silent store.

All the robbers turned their guns towards him in an instant. One of them strode over and pointed the barrel of his gun directly at Shen Yuan's temple: "Hold your head and kneel down! Now!" Shen Yuan looked at the gun muzzle so close to him and sighed.

In a flash, Shen Yuan grabbed the gun barrel with his left hand like lightning and lifted it up, then slashed the robber's wrist with his right hand.

With a crisp "click" sound and a scream, the pistol fell into Shen Yuan's hands.

Without pausing, he raised his hand and fired three shots - the first shot knocked the second robber's weapon away; the second shot hit the third robber's gun arm; the third shot grazed the fourth robber's ear as a warning.

Before the robber whose gun was taken away could react, Shen Yuan had already kneed him in the abdomen, then turned around and hit him on the back of the neck with the butt of the gun. The robber collapsed to the ground like a rag.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining three robbers grabbed the half-full cloth bags and fled without even caring about their companions.

The sound of sirens was getting closer and closer. When Inspector Megure and his men rushed into the jewelry store, they saw this scene: the robber was lying unconscious on the ground, his wrist bent at an unnatural angle. The scene before him made the corners of his mouth twitch uncontrollably.

Shen Yuan, who was standing in the middle of the mess, was slowly and methodically straightening his messy collar, without even his hair being messed up.

When he saw the police coming, he waved his hand friendly: "Inspector Megure, long time no see!" Inspector Megure adjusted his hat and sighed silently in his heart.

He thought of Kogoro Mori's physique that was likely to cause death wherever he went, and then looked at the young man in front of him who was no less ill-equipped. He suddenly felt that the future of public security in Tokyo was really worrying.

"Mr. Shen..." Inspector Megure hesitated to speak, and finally just waved his hand tiredly, "Take the statement!" After taking the statement, it was already dark. Shen Yuan walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department and took out his mobile phone, and found three missed calls on the screen - all from Conan Edogawa.

He raised an eyebrow and called back.

The call was answered almost immediately.

"Brother Shen!" Conan's voice came through the receiver, "Why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

"Ah, a little accident!" Shen Yuan said lightly, glancing at the robber who was being carried into the ambulance. "Jewelry store robbery, just finished taking the statement!" There was a sudden silence of two seconds on the other end of the phone.

"...Brother Shen, are you okay?" Conan's voice was filled with subtle helplessness.

"I'm fine. The robbers caught one person and three got away!" Shen Yuan shrugged, even though the other party couldn't see. "So, what do you want from me?" The chattering of the Junior Detectives came in the background. Conan seemed to hold his phone away. "Quiet! ... Professor Agasa is taking us skiing next week. Do you want to come? You can bring Lightning!" Shen Yuan's mouth curled up slightly: "Okay, when exactly?"

"Next Saturday!" Conan said. In the background, Yuan Tai was shouting "I want to eat snow mountain barbecue." Conan continued, "The doctor rented a snow mountain villa and can stay for two days and one night!"

"Okay, I've got that!" Shen Yuan paused, then added, "Conan, remember to call me in advance to remind me. I'm afraid I'll be too busy to remember!" In Conan's world of chaotic timelines, he didn't dare to gamble with his sense of time.

"I know," Conan's voice suddenly became higher, "I will call you a day in advance to remind you... Yuantai!... Brother Shen, I'm hanging up first!" At the same time, in the Polestar Club, the dim lights shrouded each booth in private shadows.

The female singer on the stage was humming a jazz song; her hoarse voice mixed with the melody of the saxophone flowed in the smoky space.

Gin leaned back in the leather sofa, his silver hair still eye-catching in the dark.

On the table in front of him lay the black briefcase from which the transaction had just been completed, and between his slender fingers was an unlit cigarette.

Vodka sat opposite, his eyes behind the sunglasses carefully observing his elder brother - Gin's gaze seemed to always stay in a certain direction.

Vodka looked in that direction and saw a female singer chatting and laughing with several men in suits in the VIP area next to the stage.

He immediately averted his gaze, staring intently at his wine glass, cold sweat almost soaking the back of his shirt - what are you looking at, brother? I don't see anything!!! At this moment, a man dressed as a bartender approached with a tray.

"Gentlemen, this is a gift from the lady over there!" The bartender placed two amber martinis on the table and pointed in the direction of the female singer.

Vodka was about to turn around when Gin suddenly moved.