I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

Chapter 117 Black Label Bar 1

Shen Yuan stood at the hospital entrance, the afterglow of the setting sun stretching his shadow very long.

He bowed slightly and politely declined Kisaki Eri: "Thank you Miss Eri for the invitation, but I still have some research materials to organize tonight, so I won't bother you anymore!" Shen Yuan declined the dinner invitations of several people and went back with lightning. After all, he had something interesting to share with his dear boss.

When Shen Yuan got home, he first cleaned Lightning's claws and then prepared dinner. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the kitchen window, dyeing the entire space a warm orange-red.

Shen Yuan was wearing a dark blue apron and flipping five thick-cut steaks in a frying pan.

The fat and gravy make an enticing sizzling sound under high temperature, and the aroma fills the entire kitchen.

"You performed very well today," Shen Yuan said to Lightning who was squatting next to him while cutting the fried steak into even strips, "so I will reward you well. Mr. Lightning, please wait a moment!" Shen Yuan spread the cut meat strips on a special ceramic plate to cool, turned around and started preparing a fruit salad for Lightning.

On the chopping board, apples were cut into small pieces, bananas were sliced, and blueberries and strawberries were dotted in between. Then Shen Yuan carefully crushed the calcium tablets that were beneficial to animal bones and hair and sprinkled them evenly on the fruits.

"Eat fruit first," Shen Yuan placed the salad bowl on Lightning's special food bowl rack and rubbed its furry head. "You have to wait until the meat is cool before you can eat it!" While Lightning was eating the fruit salad, Shen Yuan washed his hands and began to prepare his own dinner.

He first washed a handful of tender green asparagus, peeled off the old skin at the roots, blanched them quickly in boiling water, then took them out and drizzled them with a little olive oil and sea salt.

Then take out a salmon fillet, dry it with kitchen paper, sprinkle with black pepper and lemon juice, and put it into the preheated oven.

In the kitchen, the aroma of grilled fish gradually blended with the aroma of steak.

Shen Yuan leaned against the kitchen counter, looking at the darkening sky outside the window, his fingers unconsciously stroking his phone - which still contained the strange video of the "bullet turning" shot today.

Lightning finished his salad, looked up at his owner, and made a soft "woo" sound, as if asking if he could start enjoying his steak dinner.

"Wait a little longer," Shen Yuan smiled and squatted down, scratching Lightning's chin, "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry... or, hot steak?" The oven made a "ding" sound, and the aroma of salmon became more intense.

Shen Yuan put on heat-insulating gloves and took out the baking tray.

The golden fish skin was slightly bulging and the oil was still sizzling.

He plated the salmon and asparagus and poured himself a glass of iced sparkling water.

"Okay," Shen Yuan finally pushed the cooled steak in front of Lightning, "Let's eat, brave Mr. Lightning!" After Shen Yuan finished dinner, he washed the dishes one by one, wiped off the water stains, and put them neatly into the cupboard.

Lightning was already lying on his own special cushion, licking his paws and washing his face slowly.

Shen Yuan sat back on the sofa, took out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and sent a text message to Gin: [Where are you? I have an interesting video to show you.

Is it convenient for me to come find you?] Less than two minutes later, the phone rang.

Gin's reply was extremely concise: [19:40 Black Label Bar.] This meant that Shen Yuan should go to the Black Label Bar to find him at this time.

Shen Yuan saw that it was only a little after 18 p.m. and there was still more than an hour until the agreed time, so he got up and went to the bedroom, took off the sheets on the bed, replaced them with clean ones, and threw the changed sheets into the washing machine to start washing them.

Then he took the clothes he and Gin had bought at the mall off the clothesline and put them in a specially cleared closet. In the future, he would keep the clothes worn by his two identities, "Shen Yuan" and "Monk", separate.

After the washing machine's buzzing stopped, Shen Yuan stuffed the clothes he had taken off today into it and started it again.

Then he replaced the cat mat and blanket in Lightning's "bedroom" with clean ones, put the replaced cat mat and blanket into his exclusive washing machine, poured in pet-specific detergent and started washing.

At 18:50, Shen Yuan took a hot shower, dried his body, stood in front of the dressing mirror and began to change his clothes.

First, he put on Monk's mask and wig, then a black stand-up collar and three-quarter sleeves suit. The three-finger-wide leather belt just showed off his slim waistline, and his trouser legs were neatly tucked into black combat boots.

The young man in the mirror instantly transformed from a gentle graduate student into a mysterious silver-haired boy.

Then Shen Yuan put on his "MAGA" baseball cap, mask and voice changer, and Monk officially appeared.

In the underground garage, a newly purchased silver Porsche 911 Turbo S is ready to go, its streamlined body like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Shen Yuan sat in the highly enveloping sports seat and lightly pressed the start button with his fingertips - the engine made a low and powerful roar, like an awakened beast.

The night of Tokyo was rapidly receding outside the car window.

Shen Yuan took off his hat and lowered the car window, letting the night wind blow in and mess up his silver-gray wig.

Neon lights flow on the windshield into colorful rivers, and the sound of the engine and the hustle and bustle of the city interweave into the most dynamic background music.

He nimbly weaved through the traffic, and every lane change was as precise as if it had been calculated.

The tachometer needle continued to climb, and on the straight road, the full power of this beast was briefly unleashed—"BOOM!"

"Great!" The corners of his mouth raised in a wanton arc, and his amber eyes were surprisingly bright under the blue light of the dashboard.

With his left hand casually resting on the window sill, he suddenly turned the steering wheel with his right hand, and the car body passed neatly between two trucks, causing a burst of horns to sound.

The tachometer needle was approaching the red line, and the roar of the engine was shaking my chest.

Shen Yuan's slender fingers tapped lightly on the shift paddles, and the "boom" sound of downshifting and adding gas seemed to be the most satisfying response.

At one point, he even let go of the steering wheel, raised his hands above his head, and let the mechanical beast run wildly on the straight road - until the flashing lights of a police car appeared in the rearview mirror.

"Tsk!" He grabbed the steering wheel nimbly, licked his fangs with the tip of his tongue, and showed a mischievous smile.

With a clean and sharp turn, the sports car spun into the alley, leaving the sirens far behind.

The last beautiful drift, the tires rubbed against the ground and made a sharp scream.

The silver sports car was parked sideways at a perfect angle in front of the Black Label bar, just two fingers' width away from the curb.

"It turns out that Japan's roads are very suitable for racing!" He blinked at himself in the rearview mirror, casually adjusted his wig back into a well-behaved shape, put on his hat, and instantly turned back into the harmless silver-haired boy.

Only the savagery that remained in his eyes hinted at the madness just now.

Chapter 118 Black Label Bar 2

Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the Black Label bar, dim lights mixed with the lazy melody of jazz hit you.

The bar is dimly lit, and the dark brown wooden interior has a retro luster under the reflection of the warm yellow wall lamps.

Guests were scattered in groups of three or four. Some were leaning alone at the bar, listening to the bartender telling some boring joke; some were huddled in a booth in the corner, whispering with their companions; further away, a man and a woman were exchanging ambiguous whispers in the shadow beside the piano.

Shen Yuan's eyes swept across the room, and he first noticed Chianti and Cohen at the bar.

Chianti was shaking a glass of bright red Bloody Mary and whispering something in Cohen's ear, a playful smile on his red lips.

Cohen remained silent as a stone, just mechanically sipping the amber whiskey in the glass, his eyes glancing around coldly.

At this moment, Chianti suddenly looked up and saw Monk standing at the door.

She raised her eyebrows, raised her hand and greeted with a smile: "Yo-ho~! Underage kid! Long time no see, where have you been recently?" Cohen said expressionlessly: "She says hello." Shen Yuan maintained Monk's taciturn personality, just nodded slightly, and replied in a cold voice: "Hello." After that, he walked straight to the back of the bar—Gin and Vodka were sitting in the most hidden booth.

There was an untouched glass of gin in front of the silver-haired killer, and a burning cigarette was pinched between his slender fingers, with gray smoke curling in the dim light.

Vodka was drinking beer silently. When he saw Shen Yuan approaching, he was obviously relieved, as if he finally didn't have to face his brother's low pressure alone.

Gin raised his eyes, his dark green pupils glowing coldly in the shadows, and he said nothing.

Shen Yuan didn't care about his low mood at all. He sat down next to Gin, leaned close to his ear, and whispered in a sticky voice with a deliberately drawn-out tone, "Big brother, were you looking forward to what I'm going to share today~?" His warm breath brushed against his ear. Gin's fingertips paused imperceptibly, and the ashes of his cigarette fell silently.

He turned his head and glanced coldly at Shen Yuan, but the other person's smiling eyes were full of cunning. The silver-gray wig shone softly under the lights of the bar, making the boy's face look even more innocent.

Vodka stared at the beer glass in his hand, wishing he could bury his face in the foam, and began to count the bubbles seriously - one, two, three... God knows why he had to endure this torture! Shen Yuan took out his phone from his pocket, called up the strange video, and handed it to Gin.

Gin took the phone, and the screen clearly showed the moment when Kyosuke Fudo fired the gun. When the bullet was about to hit the speedboat, it suddenly and strangely deviated from its trajectory, as if it was pushed away by an invisible hand, drawing an arc that violated common sense of physics.

Gin's pupils suddenly contracted.

He silently pulled the progress bar back to the beginning, watched it twice, and then started playing it at 0.5 times the speed.

The bullet's trajectory is clearer in slow motion—it does indeed take an unnatural deflection in flight.

Gin went back to watch it again, once, twice, three times... His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and his slender fingers tapped the table unconsciously, the rhythm getting faster and faster.

Seeing that he was concentrating on watching the video, Shen Yuan reached out and picked up the glass of Gin in front of Gin, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The cold wine slid down my throat, carrying the fresh aroma of juniper and the heat of alcohol.

At the bar, Chianti had been paying attention to this place because Gin allowed a "minor" to sit next to him, and then he saw that Shen Yuan actually drank Gin's wine, and Gin did not stop him.

Chianti suddenly grabbed Cohen's arm: "Hey, hey! Did you see that?! That kid actually drank Gin's wine!" Her voice was extremely low, but she couldn't hide her excitement, "And Gin didn't even shoot him!" Cohen nodded expressionlessly: "I saw it!"

"This is definitely big news!" Chianti excitedly took out her cell phone, "I should post it on our communication forum!" Cohen grabbed her phone and said, "Do you want to die?" At the same time, Gin had watched the video over and over again no less than ten times.

He even performed countless ballistic calculations in his mind - wind speed, humidity, distance, gun performance... taking all the variables into consideration, there was no way this bullet could fly out of such a trajectory.

Gin: “…” The last time he was so shocked was last time.

Shen Yuan held his chin with one hand, smiling as he watched Gin's face become solemn again. He pulled his phone back and raised the corners of his lips: "So, was it a good show?" Gin pressed the burnt cigarette butt hard on the coffee table to extinguish it, and the spark left a scorch mark on the glass surface.

Vodka immediately took out a plastic bag and carefully put away the cigarette butt, not giving his elder brother the chance to vent his anger on him.

The silver-haired killer took out another cigarette and lit it, the bluish-white smoke blurring his sharp outline.

He leaned back on the sofa, his dark green pupils flickering in the smoke, as if he was wondering what was going on in this absurd world.

Shen Yuan sat aside, staring at the flickering cigarette butt between Gin's lips. Suddenly, he felt itchy in his heart, and suddenly kicked Gin's calf lightly with his toes.

Gin glanced over gloomily, his eyes full of "You'd better be busy!" The young Shen Yuan smiled and looked at the cigarette between his lips: "I want one too." Gin was silent for two seconds, suddenly reached out to take out his half-smoked cigarette, stuffed it directly into Shen Yuan's mouth, and replied sarcastically: "Underage kids shouldn't smoke." The pungent smoke rushed into Shen Yuan's throat, and he squinted his eyes, then coughed violently, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Chianti gasped at the bar, and Cohen quickly grabbed her head and forced her gaze back to the glass.

At this moment, all the real customers in the bar left, leaving only a few of them and a bartender, and the door of the bar opened again.

The crisp sound of high heels was accompanied by a lazy female voice - "Oh, it seems we have arrived at the right time~ Everyone is here!" Vermouth walked in slowly on black high heels, her long golden hair cascading like a waterfall, and a tight dark red dress outlining her graceful curves.

She held a slender lady's cigarette between her fingertips, her red lips slightly raised, and the cigarette butt flickered in the dim light.

Bourbon, who was following behind her, was wearing a casual suit. His purple-gray eyes scanned the entire room and instantly locked onto the scene in the booth: the silver-haired boy's eyes were red from being choked, while Gin was watching coldly, with the lingering movement of putting a cigarette between his fingers.

"This pervert actually forced a minor to smoke?!" Bourbon mentally made a serious note of Gin, but maintained a perfect smile on his face.

Chianti curled her lips and decided not to share the explosive scene she had just seen with the "intelligence team sisters" she hated the most - next time she would tell Kil!

Chapter 119 Black Label Bar 3

Vermouth walked gracefully to Shen Yuan's side, blowing out a perfect smoke ring from her red lips, and said in lazy English: "Little boy, want me to teach you how to smoke properly~?" Her slender fingers made a gesture to hand her lady's cigarette to Shen Yuan, but she was stopped halfway by Gin's cold gaze.

The temperature in the entire booth seemed to drop ten degrees.

Shen Yuan raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, took out the cigarette from his mouth, and gave Vermouth a polite and shy smile: "Thanks, Vermouth. I'm not used to smoking." Then he put out the cigarette in his mouth. Vodka silently raised the plastic bag for Shen Yuan to throw the cigarette butt in.

At this time, Shen Yuan had taken off his mask, and Bourbon finally saw his face clearly - it was indeed a face that was too young.

Under the short silver-gray hair, the amber eyes still had a watery gleam from the smoke, and the cheeks had the youthful contours unique to teenagers.

Bourbon: "..." Gin, that bastard! He actually forced minors to smoke! He even induced minors to commit crimes! He's a scumbag! A scum! A cancer on society! He deserves to spend the rest of his life in jail! Bourbon cursed madly in his heart, but the smile on his face became gentler.

His purplish-grey eyes narrowed slightly, and he was already considering whether he could apply for a witness protection program for the teenager.

Vermouth watched Vodka's actions thoughtfully.

This burly man, who always obeyed Gin's orders, was actually being so attentive to a "newcomer" at this moment? Vermouth parted her red lips, slowly exhaling a wisp of smoke, her eyes flickering between Gin and Shen Yuan.

She tapped the cigarette with her fingertips, her tone lazy and a little teasing: "Gin, why aren't you working as a model worker outside?" She glanced out the window meaningfully, "Instead, you're hiding here--" When her eyes fell back on Shen Yuan, she smiled meaningfully, lowered her voice a few degrees, with a vague ambiguity: "Teaching children to smoke?" She deliberately paused, and opened her red lips slightly, "Why, are you preparing to...make a cocktail?" Vodka buried his head even lower, wishing he could get into the beer glass.

Chianti grabbed Cohen's shoulders and laughed so hard that he fell backwards, pounding the bar with his fists.

A hint of coldness flashed in Bourbon's eyes, but he immediately put on a perfect smiling mask, only his knuckles clenched slightly at his sides.

Shen Yuan blinked his amber eyes, with an innocent and confused look on his face—pretending not to understand Vermouth's suggestive Japanese.

Gin simply ignored her advances, relit a cigarette, and spoke coldly through the pale smoke, "You and Bourbon are here, are you clued in to Rye?" Vermouth pursed her red lips. Was Gin tacitly agreeing with her speculation, or was he simply too lazy to respond? She flicked the ash gracefully and decided to get down to business first.

"Hmm~" she drawled out her voice, twirling her blonde hair with her fingertips, "He did come to Japan, and he brought a beautiful female FBI agent with him!" She sighed with pretended regret, "Poor Akemi who died tragically for him... Men, to find a new love so soon~" Suddenly she changed the subject, a teasing glint in her eyes: "But the interesting thing is, they seem to be looking for our escaped 'wildcat'?" Her red lips curled up dangerously, "What is this? Unforgettable first love?" Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, and the gray-white smoke ring slowly spread in the air.

He stared at Vermouth, his dark green pupils like a venomous snake stalking its prey: "Haven't you been looking for Sherry? What's the result?" His voice was low and cold, "And that female FBI agent—where is she?" Vermouth's cigarette paused slightly, then she chuckled softly, her red lips curled up in a perfect arc: "Sherry already has some clues~ As for the Rye gang..." She deliberately dragged out her tone, "Wait a little longer, I want to confirm the news first!" Gin: "..." Vermouth was hiding the truth? She was obviously a colleague of that female FBI agent, and they had both gone to Teitan to work, which meant that they had confirmed the man's current identity, but she chose to conceal it? Why? Gin felt that he had to re-evaluate this Vermouth. It seemed that she was no longer a loyal servant of Crow.

This realization gave him a hint of cold excitement.

Would the organization's "Thousand-Faced Witch" also bare her fangs at her master? He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, but his voice was piercingly cold: "Vermouth, I hope your 'wait'... won't disappoint us!" Vermouth met his gaze, her smile undiminished: "Of course not~" Chianti slammed the table, breaking the stagnant atmosphere in the bar: "Hey kid! (Minor) I heard your sports car roaring when you arrived. Let's go for a ride! Bourbon, you in?" Bourbon's lips curled up elegantly, and a hint of interest flashed in his purple-gray eyes: "Of course. Monk, care to join us?" Shen Yuan immediately pretended to be obedient, tugged at Gin's sleeve, and raised his face and asked in a boyish voice: "Big brother... Can I go play?" - Vodka stared at the tip of his shoe, afraid to see something he shouldn't see.

—Chianti whistled and jab Cohen with his elbow.

——Vermouth raised her red lips slightly and observed Gin's reaction with interest.

Gin stubbed out his cigarette expressionlessly, and Vodka reflexively raised the plastic bag.

"Vodka, clean up this place and go back!" the silver-haired killer said coldly.

Five minutes later, the engine roared at the door of the bar - Chianti jumped into her matte black Dodge Challenger Hellcat, and the 6.2L supercharged V8 engine roared like a beast.

Cohen silently fastened his seat belt.

Bourbon gracefully opened the butterfly doors of the Maserati MC20 for Belmode and sat in the driver's seat.

The streamlined body glowed pearly white in the moonlight.

Gin walked straight towards Shen Yuan's Porsche 911 Turbo S, the silver-gray body of which was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

Shen Yuan smiled as he got into the driver's seat, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers. His silver-gray wig swayed slightly in the night breeze. "Boss, please fasten your seatbelt!"