I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

Shen Yuan leaned against the window, watching the police car and the figures of Dr. Xinchu and others gradually disappearing in the rearview mirror, his fingers occasionally stroking Lightning's ears.

"That's great!" Genta jumped excitedly, "We can finally go skiing!" Mitsuhiko has already started looking through the ski manual: "I heard that the forest ski resort has a super long intermediate ski slope..." Ayumi kindly handed Haibara Ai warm water: "Ai, you look much better!" Conan looked at the carriage that was lively again and breathed a sigh of relief.

The driver held the steering wheel with a look of despair, silently calculating in his mind how long it would take to end this thrilling journey.

Outside the window, the sunlight penetrates the clouds, and the snow-covered mountains and forests sparkle.

The bus continued along the winding mountain road, carrying a lot of laughter and joy, heading towards the snow-capped ski resort.

Chapter 96 Returning Home

Shen Yuan and his group returned to the B&B, feeling tired but satisfied.

The whole day of snow carnival made everyone's cheeks flushed - Genta fell no less than twenty times on the beginner ski slope, but still enjoyed it; Mitsuhiko was obsessed with practicing his slalom skills, and ended up having his face covered with snow foam he raised; Ayumi and Haibara Ai built a peculiarly shaped snow leopard, although it was eventually smashed into pieces by a passing ski.

Shen Yuan raced along the advanced snow track at lightning speed. The black-haired youth and the silver-gray cheetah drew graceful arcs on the snow, attracting many tourists to stop and watch.

Conan stared at Dr. Agasa in fear the whole time - the inventor who called himself a "skiing expert" ended his day's exercise by crashing into the protective net.

In the open-air hot spring of the B&B, the steaming hot air blurred the playful figures of the Young Detectives.

Shen Yuan leaned against the edge of the pool, while Lightning lay on his own rock platform, occasionally using his claws to fiddle with the snowflakes that drifted in front of his eyes.

"Would you like to try night skiing tonight?" Yuan Tai asked vaguely with his mouth full of barbecue during dinner.

"No," Dr. Agasa glanced at the clock, "We have to catch the last bus back to Tokyo!"... In the evening, the bus slowly stopped at Beikacho Station. When Shen Yuan was about to get off, Dr. Agasa tried to persuade him to stay, "Mr. Shen, you really won't have dinner with us tonight before going back?" Shen Yuan pointed at Lightning and said with a smile, "I still have to go back to get food for this ancestor, so I won't eat with you guys, Doctor. Let's make an appointment next time." Then he waved to the little ones and said, "Goodbye, little detectives. Go home early after dinner!"

"Bye, Brother Shen!" Ayumi stood on tiptoe and waved vigorously.

"Remember to feed Lightning more meat!" Genta touched his belly and yelled, "It must have consumed a lot of energy skiing today!" Conan complained in his heart, you are talking about yourself.

Amid the noisy farewells of the Young Detectives, Shen Yuan smiled and waved, then walked into the snowy streets holding Lightning's hand.

The cheetah walked gracefully, and its silver-gray fur was soon covered with fine snowflakes, which gleamed faintly under the street lights.

Shen Yuan pushed open the door of the apartment. The lights were on inside and a faint smell of tobacco wafted towards him.

He twitched his nose slightly and twirled the key around his fingertips.

"The boss is here!" He said in a cheerful tone, and threw his ski backpack at the entrance. "What a coincidence, Lightning and I haven't eaten yet!" Lightning squeezed into the house beside his legs, with unmelted snow still on his silver-gray fur.

Gin sat on the sofa, with wisps of green smoke rising from the cigarette between his fingers.

The silver-haired man looked up at him and said nothing.

Shen Yuan didn't give him a chance to speak. He started busying around as soon as he came in, and then said, "Boss, have you eaten? Please fry a few steaks so I can take a shower first. You've worked hard!" Finally, the bathroom door was closed.

The bathroom door slammed shut, leaving Gin sitting alone in the living room.

The silver-haired man stared at the closed door for two seconds, knowing that the heartless thing was playing dumb.

Suddenly he chuckled, then stood up, took out five steaks from the refrigerator, and started working resignedly.

The moment the bathroom door closed, Shen Yuan suddenly lowered his head as if deflated, his forehead resting on the cold tiles without moving.

Lightning nudged his waist with her wet nose in confusion and purred.

"I'm not a coward," Shen Yuan rubbed Lightning's head and emphasized, "I'm just covered in snow and water. It's so embarrassing, so I thought it would be polite to wash myself clean!" Shen Yuan turned on the shower; "First, I have to wash you clean!" The bathroom was filled with hot steam. Shen Yuan rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and the warm water rushed over Lightning's silver-gray fur.

The cheetah squinted its ice-blue eyes comfortably, allowing its owner to rub its body into foam with pet-specific shower gel.

"Don't move, don't shake off the water," Shen Yuan suppressed Lightning who wanted to shake off the water, and picked up a pet-specific hair dryer, "Blow it dry before you go out!" The warm air in low-noise mode hummed, and Shen Yuan's slender fingers shuttled through the thick fur.

Lightning snored in comfort, rubbing his big head against his owner's wrist from time to time.

Only when the last tuft of fur was fluffy and dry did Shen Yuan pat its butt and say, "Go!" After closing the door, Shen Yuan slowly took off his clothes. When the hot water rushed down, he breathed a long sigh of relief, as if to wash away some emotions.

Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door opened again.

In the steaming heat, Shen Yuan came out wearing a black bathrobe with a belt tied loosely around his waist, revealing a small patch of still-moist skin at his collarbone.

The wet black hair stood up in a messy manner, with a few strands sticking unruly to the forehead.

Following the aroma of steak into the living room, Lightning was already buried in his food bowl, feasting on his meal.

Gin sat across the table, the steak in front of him untouched, and he was drinking slowly from his glass.

The silver-haired man looked up at him, his gaze lingering for a moment on Shen Yuan's open collar.

"Thank you, boss~" Shen Yuan sat down opposite him with a smile, and the knife and fork twirled around deftly at his fingertips.

He cut a piece of steak and said casually, "We encountered armed robbers again on the bus yesterday. They were the same gang that attacked us at the jewelry store. What a coincidence!" Gin paused with his knife. "What were you doing at the jewelry store?"

"They're having a store anniversary promotion," Shen Yuan forked a piece of meat, his eyes drifting away. "The ad says there's a limited edition discount, so I'll go check it out!"

"Hmm!" Gin responded without comment and continued cutting the steak. His silver hair hung down, covering his expression.

Shen Yuan took a sip of red wine and said with a smile, "There were even more interesting things in the car yesterday.

I met a woman disguised as a man, and two..." He deliberately dragged out the tone, "...most likely police officers from the United States, one male and one female!" Gin put down his knife and fork, picked up the napkin and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth, looking like he was listening attentively. What Shen Yuan said had aroused his interest.

Especially the woman who disguised herself as a man, which easily reminded him of Vermouth, and Vermouth had said not long ago that she had clues about the "Wild Cat".

Shen Yuan continued, "It's because of Lightning. Lightning is usually very stable and won't show any aggression towards anyone, unless they are American soldiers!" He took a bite of meat and continued, "When I first rescued him, he was less than two years old. His parents were roasted by American soldiers, so he probably remembered the taste. He used to be aggressive towards American soldiers or people with similar professions.

That's why I guess these two people must have different identities!" Gin shook his glass, and the ice cubes made a crisp sound when they collided.

Chapter 97 Undercurrent

After dinner, Shen Yuan curled up lazily on the sofa. On the coffee table was a glass of burning green liquor - Flaming Chartreuse & Gin, which was made with gin.

Shen Yuan continued the topic just now at the dinner table, "That woman is Miss Maori's current English teacher. The man didn't communicate with her the whole time, pretending to be a stranger!" He deliberately paused and looked across with a smile, "It's just that those eyes are quite special - the same dark green as the boss's!" Gin sat on the sofa opposite Shen Yuan, his glass suspended in mid-air.

, the figure of a man with green eyes and long hair immediately appeared in my mind - Shuichi Akai.

"interesting.

"Gin slowly took a sip of wine, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "What about the woman disguised as a man? How did you tell?" Shen Yuan pointed to his head, and the collar of his bathrobe slid open a little with the movement: "It's because of the head circumference. The head circumference and body are not proportional. The long hair must be stuffed in the mask!" He shook the wine glass, "And the footsteps - the steps are much lighter than the actual height, so I think there must be a woman under the man's mask!" A playful look flashed in his eyes, "Coincidentally, this person is now the school doctor of the young detective, and pays special attention to those children!" The flame danced on the rim of the glass, making Shen Yuan's face flicker.

He continued with interest, "What's more interesting is that the English teacher seems to be very interested in this 'school doctor' and is pursuing him, while the 'school doctor' is trying his best to avoid him!" He chuckled, "Don't you think this scene is very interesting?" Gin's gaze stayed on Shen Yuan's open collar for a moment, then moved to the window. He satirized Vermouth in his heart for being so stupid. She always thought that her disguise was so powerful. If she wanted a perfect disguise, she should shave her hair so as not to hide her fox tail.

The snow had stopped, and the night sky over Tokyo was as dark as ink.

Lightning had curled up on the carpet between the two of them without them knowing, his ice-blue eyes half-closed, his tail occasionally brushing against Gin's leather shoes.

When Gin cursed Vermouth for showing her fox tail, he thought of the real "fox" sitting opposite him. He saw Shen Yuan raised his head and drank the wine that extinguished the flame in one gulp. His Adam's apple rolled up and down as he swallowed, and there was a little crystal wine stain on the corner of his lips.

"What are you thinking about, boss?" Gin looked at Shen Yuan's red face, and thought that he had drunk quite a bit of wine during the meal just now. He didn't want to pay any attention to the drunkard, and was just about to light a cigarette when the aroma of alcohol suddenly approached.

When Gin came back to his senses, Shen Yuan was already standing in front of him, and the next thing he did was sit on the armrest of the sofa.

Shen Yuan rested his arms on the backrest, trapping Gin in a small space.

The bathrobe opened up as she moved, revealing a section of her fair and firm thighs, with the faintly visible light blue veins on the inside of her knees clearly visible.

Gin narrowed his eyes, his gaze slowly moving upwards from that piece of skin, finally settling on Shen Yuan's drunken black eyes: "Get out!"

"No, I have something to say," Shen Yuan moved closer, with the collar of his bathrobe completely open, revealing a large area of ​​his chest that was pink after the bath.

Gin raised his eyes and met Shen Yuan's drunken eyes - those usually clear black eyes were now covered with a layer of mist, with an alluring blush at the corners of his eyes, like smudged rouge, with a delicate luster under the light.

"Are you using alcohol to give yourself courage?" Gin raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically, and a dangerous glint flashed in his green eyes under his silver hair.

Shen Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand and covered Gin's mouth with his palm.

His fingers were long and warm, with a faint aroma of wine.

The other hand suddenly grabbed the strand of silver hair and pulled it downwards, forcing Gin to tilt his head back.

"I think..." Shen Yuan leaned over, his alcoholic breath spraying on the other's lips, his voice low and hoarse, "Mr. Gin's beauty..." His thumb gently stroked Gin's jawline, "It's really mouth-watering!" Gin was about to take action, but Shen Yuan had already kissed him hard.

This kiss carried the herbal scent of Chartreuse and the sharpness of Gin, so hot that it seemed to melt people.

The tip of the tongue pushed open the teeth and plundered the warm mouth wantonly, not missing any sensitive area.

Gin opened his thin lips slightly, allowing the other party to invade.

Under her long eyelashes, her green eyes half-closed as she stared at the drunken eyes so close to her - Shen Yuan's eyes were half-closed, and in her hazy gaze there was a hint of coquettishness that she would never normally reveal, like melted dark chocolate, sweet and dangerous.

The wet black hair fell down and brushed against Gin's cheek, making him feel itchy.

Just when Shen Yuan stopped and wanted to look up, a big hand suddenly pinched his waist and exerted force, and Shen Yuan knelt directly on Gin's thighs.

The hem of the bathrobe spread wider because of this action, revealing a large area of ​​skin.

He subconsciously grabbed Gin's shoulders to steady his body. He parted his lips slightly and lowered his head in confusion, but was stunned when he met those deep green eyes.

"Go on!" Gin's voice was terribly hoarse. He pinched his chin with his other hand and rolled his thumb hard over his lips that were swollen from the kiss.

Lightning had somehow wisely retreated into the bedroom, leaving only the sound of intertwined breathing in the living room.

Shen Yuan leaned over again, this time more fiercely and urgently than before, not caring at all when his teeth knocked against his lips.

He seemed to want to tear the person in front of him apart and eat him whole. When his tongue swept across his palate, he felt Gin's breathing noticeably stagnate.

Gin's hand naturally reached into the open bathrobe, and rubbed his palm against the waistline. The rough calluses of the gun scraped against the sensitive skin, and he felt the skin under his palm instantly tighten.

"Ugh...!" Shen Yuan suddenly increased the strength of pulling on Gin's black sweater, and his knuckles turned white.

The bathrobe was completely opened, revealing a large area of ​​pink chest.

Alcohol and lust coursing through his veins made him bolder and more out of control than usual.

"Um... Boss..." Shen Yuan's voice suddenly became soft, and the originally fierce kiss gradually lost its strength.

His eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably, and his body softened little by little... Shen Yuan's head slowly drooped onto Gin's shoulder, and his breathing became long and even - he actually fell asleep like that.

Gin: "..." The living room fell into an eerie silence.

Gin looked down at the defenseless young man sleeping in his arms, his bathrobe wide open revealing his entire chest, his lips still tinged with the vibrant color of having been ravaged.

After a long time, a helpless sigh sounded in the quiet living room.

“…little bastard!”

Chapter 98 Interlude

Shen Yuan opened his eyes in the morning light and stared at the ceiling for a while.

The memory of last night came back clearly—he had clearly wanted to use the alcohol to assert his dominance! He remembered sitting astride Gin's legs, tangling his fingers in his silver hair, and biting his lips forcefully.

He remembered the warmth of Gin's palm as it touched his lower back, and how his thigh muscles instantly tensed when he deliberately rubbed them with his knees.

I even remembered... that I actually fell asleep in the middle of the night! "Tsk!" Shen Yuan pulled the pillow over his face, his ears burning.

He clearly wanted to avenge his previous humiliation! The memory of being pressed against the wall and kissed until his legs went limp was still fresh in his mind. He finally got the chance to strike back, but ended up falling asleep at the crucial moment... He sat up abruptly and ruffled his already messy short black hair.

Although he didn't smell like a hangover, he was in dire need of a shower to sober up.

Shen Yuan walked out of the bedroom barefoot.

The morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting fine shadows on his well-defined abdominal muscles. The outline of his broad shoulders and narrow waist appeared and disappeared with his steps.

Ten minutes later, Shen Yuan came out of the bathroom with a bath towel tied loosely around his waist. Water droplets slid down his neck, across his collarbone, and disappeared at the edge of the bath towel.

He was drying his hair while thinking about making breakfast for Lightning, but he froze the moment he stepped into the living room - Gin was still there.

The silver-haired man sat carelessly in the middle of the sofa, his long legs draped across the coffee table, and was slowly and methodically wiping a Beretta with a velvet cloth.

Lightning squatted aside, with half of the meat still left in the food bowl in front of him. When he saw his owner coming out, he blinked his ice-blue eyes and flicked his tail lightly - he looked calm as if to say, "You got up late."

"Boss..." Shen Yuan tried to remain calm, but his fingers quietly tightened the bath towel a little, "Why are you still here?" Gin finally raised his eyes, looked at Shen Yuan's little movements, and slowly raised a metallic sneer at the corner of his mouth - that smile was like the cold light reflected when a blade was unsheathed, both dangerous and full of mockery: "After dinner!" He loaded the magazine with a "click", "I'll take you to meet a few people!" The sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating the steaming breakfast on the coffee table - for two people.

After Shen Yuan got into Gin's favorite car, he slowly turned his head and asked, "Boss, who are we going to meet so early in the morning? Even if we are going to meet someone, they should hide during the day and come out at night, right? What kind of bad guys would have a party during the day?" Gin, holding a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at Shen Yuan and said sarcastically, "Why, are you willing to let your current identity be labeled black?" Shen Yuan shut up knowingly, knowing that the person Gin took him to meet must be someone he had seen before. He probably knew what was going on. Gin probably wanted to get him a set of disguise equipment.

Vodka glanced at the two people who were talking in guise in the back seat through the rearview mirror, silently moved his gaze back to the front, and continued to play his role as the "mute".

He didn't want to delve into why the temporary worker's lip was broken! The car turned into the underground parking lot of a building. Before the car drove down, Shen Yuan looked up and caught a glimpse of the company's sign - the neon sign that read "ニューフェイス株式会社" was particularly eye-catching.

He opened his eyes wide and suddenly turned his head to look at Gin: "Wait a minute, boss! Even if I want to change my face to meet people, there is no need to do it like this, right?" Gin got out of the car silently and took Shen Yuan into "New World Co., Ltd.". The pure white walls were matched with light gray marble floors, a few green plants were dotted in the corners, and there was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

The sofa in the reception area is a low-saturation beige. Several magazines are neatly placed on the coffee table. The covers of all of them are "New Self" without exception.

Titles like "Metamorphosis and Rebirth".

The receptionist had exquisite makeup, a neat uniform, and a smile as perfect as if it were 45 degrees measured with a protractor.

She bowed slightly: "Good morning, how can I help you?" Gin didn't say anything, but took out a pure black card from the inner pocket of his windbreaker, held it between two fingers and handed it to the front desk.

Shen Yuan noticed that there was no text or pattern on the card, only a thin dark silver line burned on the edge.

The receptionist's smile froze slightly for a moment, then quickly returned to a perfect arc.