I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

She took the card with both hands, tapped it lightly on the card reader under the counter, then walked around the front desk and made a "please" gesture: "Please follow me here!" Her high heels made a crisp sound as they stepped on the marble floor.

She led them through the empty corridor and into the emergency exit.

There is an elevator hidden next to the emergency escape. The door panel is the same color as the wall and it is almost impossible to tell the difference without careful observation.

After the front desk swiped the card, the elevator door slid open silently.

"Have a nice day!" She bowed slightly but did not follow in.

The moment the elevator door closed, Shen Yuan heard Gin press the lighter with a "click".

The smell of burning tobacco filled the enclosed space. He subconsciously touched the cigarette box in his pocket, but before he could take it out, Gin had already stuffed his cigarette into his mouth.

Shen Yuan: "..."Okay, I'll shut up.

Gin pressed the button for the fifth floor three times, then paused and pressed it again.

Shen Yuan bit his cigarette and raised his eyebrows. He clearly felt the elevator start to descend, and the speed was much faster than an ordinary elevator.

"...Boss," he exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice unclear, "When your organization was choosing a base, did you insist on checking the option of 'playing tricks'?" The elevator door slid open silently, and dazzling white light instantly poured in.

Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes, and the world in front of him seemed to have been thoroughly washed with bleach - pure white corridors, pure white walls, and even the LED lights on the ceiling emitted a cold white halo.

Several staff members wearing fully enclosed white isolation suits hurried past, their masks reflecting an inorganic luster, and their footsteps were completely absorbed by the special material of the floor.

He and Gin were like two black stains that had strayed into this sterile world.

Shen Yuan looked down at his black jacket, then glanced at Gin's black windbreaker, which he never took off. He suddenly had an absurd illusion, as if an alarm would sound in the next second, and then a group of people in white coats would rush towards them holding disinfectant spray.

"Follow me!" Gin's voice brought him back to reality.

The silver-haired man took long steps, and his black leather shoes made clear sounds as they stepped on the white floor.

The white figures ignored them, didn't even raise their heads, and continued to busy themselves with their own things.

Shen Yuan took two quick steps to catch up and lowered his voice and said, "I say... are they really doing some T virus research here?" He deliberately bumped Gin with his arm, "What if a tyrant pops up later, you'll be the one taking the lead!" At the end of the corridor was a heavy airtight door. Gin stopped in front of the iris reader next to the door, his green eyes facing the scanning port.

The machine made a soft "beep" sound and the door slowly opened.

"Stop watching boring movies!" Gin walked in without looking back, "Follow me closely!"

Chapter 99 The Art of Disguise

The room that Gin brought Shen Yuan into looked somewhat like a laboratory or a clinic. In the enclosed space, the cold white light made the tissue samples soaked in unknown liquids glow strangely. There were several tubes connected around them, making it look very much like an illegal laboratory. However, there was also a rectangular iron bed inside, and behind the bed was a whole row of drawers with various medicine names written on the drawers.

"Gin? What's the wind blowing here today that brings you here?" The door to the inner room slid open, and the woman who came out had deep eyebrows and eyes that seemed to be outlined with thick ink. Her honey-colored skin made her amber pupils look particularly bright, and she had obvious Middle Eastern ancestry.

She was wrapped in a white coat, but around her waist was a crimson belt embroidered with gold patterns. The silver earrings hanging from her earlobes swayed gently with her movements.

Her eyes swept over Shen Yuan, and she raised her eyebrows with interest: "Who is this?"

"Call him Monk!" Gin leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. The gray smoke blurred his sharp outline.

Shen Yuan nearly choked on his own saliva—a monk? Him? Was Gin telling a bad joke? "Change his face," Gin flicked the ash from his cigarette, "so that Vermouth can't recognize him!" Arak's eyes changed instantly.

She put away her playful smile, fished out a pair of rubber gloves from her pocket and put them on, her movements so smooth and efficient that she seemed like a completely different person.

"Hello Monk, I'm Arak!" Her English has a hint of Arabic rolled tongue.

Shen Yuan looked at her appearance and thought that the name was really appropriate - Arak, an aniseed liquor unique to the Arab region, which was quite spicy and pungent.

He nodded without saying anything, letting her direct him to sit on the metal bed.

"Sit here, you are too tall and it is inconvenient for me to stand!" Arak pushed a tool cart with silicone molds, 3D scanners and biogel syringes neatly arranged on it.

Shen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief—at least no knife was involved.

Cold fingers cupped his face, and the scanner's blue light slid from his forehead to his chin.

"Relax," Arak's voice was close at hand. "Imagine you're taking a hot spring bath!" Shen Yuan couldn't help but roll his eyes—whose hot spring is in a weird laboratory? But the next second, the touch of the gel on his skin made him freeze.

It spread along the contours of his face like a living thing, Arak's fingers guiding the material to accumulate in key areas.

"Raise the brow bone by two millimeters...correct the curvature of the nose bridge..." She muttered to herself as she operated the tablet, and the data was synced to the 3D printer next to her.

The machine hummed and spit out a bionic membrane as thin as a cicada's wing.

I don’t know how much time passed, but when the last ultraviolet curing light went out, there was a stranger in the mirror.

The corners of the eyes are slightly drooping, the apple cheeks are fuller, and even the lip shape has become much softer.

Shen Yuan reached out and touched the new face, but what he felt at his fingertips was the touch of real skin.

Arak looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, gently turning Shen Yuan's face to examine it from left to right, as if he was admiring a work of art.

She nodded, then suddenly remembered something, turned and walked to the cabinet on the other side and opened the drawer - all kinds of wigs were neatly arranged inside.

"Let's change into a wig," she turned around and asked, "How long do you like? What color?" She paused, then added, "But after putting on the wig, you'd better wear a hat. After all, the circumference of your head will expose you!" She shrugged, "Although ordinary people can't see it, the boss can see through it at a glance. What if others have this ability?" Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Boss? The title has changed." He turned his gaze to Gin, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Moreover, it turned out that Gin was able to see through Vermouth's disguise because of the circumference of her head.

Shen Yuan's eyes turned and he suddenly smiled slyly.

"I want silver hair," he pointed at one of them, "the kind of doll-like hair, long enough to cover the neck!" Arak paused and subconsciously looked at Gin, but found that the silver-haired man just crossed his arms coldly, without even moving his eyebrows.

She understood instantly - there was no reaction, the relationship between these two people was indeed not simple.

She slowly stood up and took down a silver-gray neck-length wig from the shelf. The ends of the hair were slightly curled inward, with a natural curve.

"This one is made of nanofiber, it's very breathable and won't cause sweat!" She said as she put it on Shen Yuan, then picked up the scissors and carefully trimmed his bangs, "Don't worry, you won't look like some people!" Gin snorted coldly.

When the two returned to the parking lot, it was already past lunchtime.

Vodka was dozing off against the car door. When he heard footsteps, he suddenly looked up and his eyes behind his sunglasses widened instantly. It was clearly Shen Yuan who had followed his elder brother in, but the one coming out was a strange young man with smooth silver-gray short hair, the ends of which were neatly attached to the side of his neck.

...Did he really get plastic surgery? So soon?! Shen Yuan reached the car, patted his stomach, and said in a long tone, "Boss—I'm—hungry—" Gin pulled out a black leather collar from his windbreaker pocket. It had a hollow metal five-pointed star inlaid in the middle, which shone coldly in the sunlight.

"Put it on!" He threw the collar to Shen Yuan and turned to Vodka and said, "Let's go eat first!" Shen Yuan pinched the collar and raised his eyebrows: "Boss, what are you trying to do?" He deliberately spoke in an exaggerated tone, his voice was sticky, as if it had been soaked in syrup.

Gin rubbed his brows: "Speak normally!"

"This is a voice changer," he explained coldly, "for changing your voice!" Shen Yuan's eyes lit up—the same high-tech device used by Conan? He immediately put it on with great interest, and the collar automatically adjusted to the appropriate tightness.

He cleared his throat: "Vodka, I want to try Kaiseki cuisine!" A young boy's voice came out from the collar, with a bit of the youthfulness unique to the voice change period, just like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old male high school student.

Vodka's hands shook and he almost dropped his car keys.

He looked at the unfamiliar face in the rearview mirror and finally couldn't help but: "Shen...your face? Did you have surgery?" Shen Yuan touched his smooth cheek and said with a smile: "This is the permanent skin that the boss made for me~ How is it? Does it look better now or before?" Vodka's Adam's apple rolled, and cold sweat seeped out of his forehead: "Both...both look good!" This embarrassing look made Shen Yuan laugh, and he fell on Gin.

Gin pushed him away expressionlessly: “Vodka, drive.

Let's go to [Jinghuai Shi Jizhao]!" Shen Yuan laughed enough, reached out and patted Vodka's shoulder, and said in a brand new boyish voice: "Let me introduce myself again, my name is Monk!"

Chapter 100: A Disguised Date

In the Japanese-style room, a hasun, zori and chugoku are placed in order on the cypress low table.

Shen Yuan used a silver spoon to poke the salmon roe in the bowl, and the orange-red eggs spread out in sweet ripples in the kelp broth.

"Boss," he asked vaguely, his voice changer collar flashing slightly as he swallowed, "How should I introduce myself when I meet new friends with you?" Gin put down his chopsticks, and the porcelain spoon made a crisp sound when it collided with the lacquer bowl.

"Back from America," he stared at Shen Yuan as he licked the residue from the corner of his mouth, his eyes darkening. "Your Japanese isn't standard!" Shen Yuan almost choked on his sake—isn't this Judy Stelling's character? He lowered his head and chuckled.

When the last dish of fruit was removed, Shen Yuan glanced at his watch and said, "Boss, it's still early.

A killer should have his own rules—let’s go shopping first, and then meet people after dark!” He pointed to his dazzling hair color, “I also need a hat!” Shen Yuan grabbed Gin’s wrist and, like a cat that had found a new toy, shuttled through the maze of Ginza luxury stores.

Then he bought some gin and his clothes, and Vodka followed behind like a bag carrier.

Shen Yuan had changed into a pair of high-waisted overalls. The black fabric was tightened at the waist, outlining his slender waistline. The trouser legs were neatly tucked into thick-soled combat boots. He wore a black shirt on the upper body and a short tactical jacket on the outside.

Finally, he raised his hand and hung the black mask behind his ears. The fabric fit the contours of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes with a playful smile.

Afterwards, Shen Yuan picked out a black baseball cap embroidered with the word "MAGA" and put it on his head. Half of his silver-gray hair tips were revealed in the shadow of the brim of the hat.

"Perfect." He smiled at the mirror with satisfaction.

Gin stared at the hat and said a cold joke: "Make America Great Again?"

"I call this fitting my personality!" Shen Yuan rolled his eyes. "Isn't this in line with the fashion of the Beautiful Country?" When passing by a jewelry store, Shen Yuan suddenly grabbed Gin's wrist and said, "Let's go over there and take a look.

I saw a pair of cufflinks that would be perfect for you at a jewelry store last time and had already decided on them, but they were stolen by robbers. Let's go look again!" The lights in the jewelry store made the three people's black clothes look like formal attire, so this all-black trio didn't cause much discussion, except for the occasional discussion about couples' hair color.

The clerk wearing white gloves kept a proper distance, waiting for Shen Yuan and the others' instructions.

Shen Yuan picked out a dark green ring, "This one!" He knocked on the glass, and then the clerk took out the ring that Shen Yuan liked from the jewelry box and placed it on the counter.

Shen Yuan looked at the ring carefully. The inner ring was engraved with thorn patterns, and it glowed a faint green color under the light.

Shen Yuan held the ring up to Gin, "Gin, try it!" Gin looked at the person who had inexplicably changed his name, raised his eyebrows, but still stretched out his left hand.

When Shen Yuan pushed the ring across his joints, he felt the unique gun calluses on his hands.

The black jade is stuck on the thumb, like a seal.

"It's settled!" Shen Yuan turned to the clerk and said.

Gin pointed to the center of the display stand - there lay a gold bracelet, the links of which were studded with step-cut Colombian emeralds, and the two larger main stones at the clasp looked like the eyes of a venomous snake under the light.

At Gin's signal, the clerk took out the bracelet and said, "Try it!" Gin took the bracelet and handed it to Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan smiled and stretched out his left wrist. The bracelet was put on his hand with a "click". Shen Yuan raised his hand and looked at it. The gold was flowing with a honey-colored luster under the light.

The emerald spun slightly with his movements, and the cold light moved across his skin, like the marks left by a poisonous snake's kiss.

Gin's gaze was fixed on the white wrist bone - the bracelet clasp pressed precisely against the pulsating blood vessels, as if he could taste the taste of blood mixed with metal with a little pressure.

"Will poisonous snakes bite people?" Shen Yuan suddenly leaned forward, and the hand wearing the bracelet interlocked the fingers of Gin's left hand, and his knuckles rubbed the other's hand with the black jade ring in an ambiguous manner.

The gold bracelet swayed gently with his movements, and the green light reflected by the main stone wandered around Gin's collar, like a mark of some kind of danger.

"My precious..." He lowered his voice, the English word lingering between his teeth, and the ending tone disappeared between Gin's suddenly tightened fingers.

The clerk's white gloves froze in mid-air.

Vodka suddenly became very interested in the fire sprinkler head on the ceiling, and his eyes behind his sunglasses were sore that they hurt.

"Check out!" Gin pulled his hand back, his voice like the wind blowing across the Siberian tundra.

With a biting chill.

...Vodka drove his black Porsche through the warehouse district of Tokyo Bay, the tires making a slight sound as they rolled over the puddles.

In the distance, a rusty abandoned warehouse stood alone next to berth 23, and the faded words "Showa Suisan" were faintly visible in the twilight.

Following Gin's habit, Vodka parked the Porsche in a secluded corner three hundred meters away from the destination. Through the car window, he could vaguely see the abandoned warehouse lurking in the night like a sleeping beast.

Shen Yuan was playing with his newly bought Rubik's Cube, and the colorful blocks made slight clicking sounds between his fingers.

He suddenly poked his head out from the gap between the front seats and said, "Hey, Vodka, tell me about the friend I'm meeting tonight so I can have a general idea of ​​him!"

"Uh... the friends I want to meet..." Vodka adjusted his sunglasses and chose his words carefully, "Let's talk about Vermouth first, a beautiful lady with long golden hair and a great figure.

She always seems to be smiling, but…" He paused, his voice unconsciously lowered, "She pursues mysticism and is good at disguise. She may not necessarily appear in public as someone else!" Shen Yuan propped up his chin with interest: "Sounds like she's an acquaintance!"

“Then there’s Chianti,” Vodka continued, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror to observe Gin’s reaction. Seeing that he didn’t object, he continued, “A woman with short red hair, whose temper is more…direct.

Her partner, Cohen, always wears a knitted hat and doesn't talk much, but he's a very accurate shot!"

"And Bourbon... he's a blond, dark-skinned, mixed-race guy, quite handsome, and seems pretty easygoing.

But…" He glanced at Gin through the rearview mirror, "Brother said it's best not to believe everything that guy said!" Shen Yuan smiled and looked at Gin and said, "It seems there is someone I know!"

"Finally, it's Kiel," Vodka spoke faster, "a woman with long black hair who looks very capable. Her official identity is Rena Mizunashi, the host of Nichimi TV!" Shen Yuan asked curiously, "Didn't you say last time that your boss transferred a guy named Ireland, who always makes trouble for your eldest brother? Why didn't you introduce him?" Vodka glanced at Gin again, and then said, "That guy failed in his last mission and was transferred from Tokyo to Fukuoka!" Shen Yuan nodded thoughtfully, and the Rubik's Cube turned out a complete white side in his hand: "Blonde beauty, red-haired hottie, silent sniper, smiling tiger, radio host..." He turned his head and winked at Gin, and the voice changer changed his tone into a light boyish voice, "Boss, your friends are really interesting!" Gin didn't answer, but just glanced at his watch.

The moment the second hand pointed to twelve, the red light on the top floor of the warehouse in the distance lit up, like a wild beast opening its eyes.

"It's time!" Gin pushed open the car door, and the night wind rushed into the car carrying the smell of the sea.

Chapter 101 A Disguised Meeting

Shen Yuan and Vodka got out of the car together and walked towards the abandoned warehouse with Gin. The lights on the second floor of the warehouse shone through the broken windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Shen Yuan noticed that Gin's pace was half a step slower than usual, as if he was deliberately leading him.

Vodka's huge body blocked his right side like a wall.

When they pushed open the rusty iron door, five pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.

Vermouth's red lips curved up in a dangerous arc, and her fingertips gently twirled the lipstick, the metal shell gleaming coldly in the dim light. "Ah, Gin actually brought someone new?" She deliberately stretched out the ending of her voice like a venomous snake. "I gathered everyone together this time just to introduce this... new friend?"

"I'm Monk!" a young boy's voice sounded.

When Bourbon heard this voice, his pupils shrank slightly, and he cursed inwardly: Is this organization harming minors? They don't even spare minors. They are a real cancer on society! Bourbon became even more determined to destroy the organization.