I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

The elevator began to rise.

Shen Yuan's eyes moved between Fantuan and Gin's stern profile.

The moment the elevator door opened, Shen Yuan and Gin walked out at the same time.

Shen Yuan spoke as if he suddenly remembered something: "Last time, Lightning ate a steak of yours..." His voice was particularly clear in the empty corridor, "My cooking skills are pretty good, do you want to... have dinner together?" Gin's eyes moved slightly.

He remembered the self-righteous look on Vodka's face when he handed him the rice ball half an hour ago - "Brother, this is the most filling thing in the convenience store!" He suppressed his anger in order to maintain his image.

And - the leopard raised by this flower-growing international student.

Just when Shen Yuan thought that this cold-blooded killer would refuse, a brief "hmm" was heard.

Shen Yuan's apartment was tidier than expected.

In the open kitchen, various Chinese seasonings were neatly arranged, and the soup that Shen Yuan had just stewed on the stove was emitting an enticing aroma.

Gin stood in the living room, his sharp eyes sweeping across the room - there was no surveillance equipment, no suspicious objects, only a silver-gray cheetah lying lazily on the sofa.

Lightning smelled a stranger and immediately pricked up his ears.

But when it saw that the person coming was Gin, it jumped off the sofa gracefully and rubbed his trouser leg slowly.

Surprisingly, Gin didn't dodge.

He stood there motionless, letting the cheetah leave silver-gray hair on his trouser legs.

Even when Lightning nudged his hand with his head, he flexed and stretched his fingers slightly—a barely perceptible caressing motion.

"It's rarely so friendly to strangers!" Shen Yuan took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, "Please sit down first, it will only take twenty minutes!" Gin's fingers froze in mid-air for a moment, and the whole person seemed to be paused.

A rare flash of embarrassment flashed across those usually cold green eyes, like a criminal caught on the spot.

He quickly withdrew his hand, and his black leather glove left an almost imperceptible stream of air above the cheetah's head.

Lightning made an unhappy "whine" and chased the retreating hand with its head.

Gin didn't sit down.

He stood by the kitchen island, watching Shen Yuan chop vegetables skillfully.

The young man had excellent knife skills. The green onions were cut into even thin strips, and the ginger slices were so thin that they were translucent.

"You are good at knife skills. Have you learned cooking?" Gin suddenly spoke as if to change the subject.

"I haven't learned it specifically!" Shen Yuan said without looking up. "My parents are away on field trips all year round, so I've been cooking for myself since junior high school!"

"Would you like something to drink?" Shen Yuan suddenly asked.

"Tea is fine!" Gin's voice had become calm and low, as if this could cover up his previous loss of composure.

He straightened his back again, and the muscles under his black turtleneck sweater tightened again, turning into the feared Top Killer again.

The oil in the pot was hot, and Shen Yuan slid the marinated beef into it.

With a sizzling sound, the aroma instantly filled the entire kitchen.

Gin took a deep breath calmly - the smell was many times stronger than the slop in the organization's cafeteria.

Shen Yuan was cutting vegetables with his back to him, his lips curled up slightly, but he considerately didn't turn around: "Is Longjing tea okay? I brought it from China!"

"Hmm!" Twenty minutes later, three dishes and a soup were served: beef tenderloin with green peppers, mapo tofu, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, a bowl of winter melon and pork ribs soup, and a cup of hot Longjing tea.

The rice was steamed to perfection, with each grain distinct.

"It's a home-cooked meal, don't be disgusted!" Shen Yuan served a bowl of rice to Gin.

The silver-haired man took the bowl with such grace that he didn't look like someone used to holding a gun.

He tasted the Mapo Tofu, and the spicy and fresh flavor immediately exploded on his tongue - it was much more authentic than those modified versions of Chinese cuisine in Tokyo.

"Not bad!" Gin commented briefly, but the speed with which he picked up his chopsticks revealed his true thoughts.

Lightning had squatted at Gin's feet at some point, staring at him eagerly - to be precise, staring at the beef on his chopsticks.

Gin looked at the cheetah for a second, and for the first time in his life, he picked up a piece of meat and gave it to him.

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows: "It doesn't usually eat spicy food!" As if to refute this statement, Lightning happily took away the beef, leaving no peppers.

The two men and the leopard ate their meal quietly.

Outside the window, the night in Tokyo deepens, but the apartment is filled with a rare warm atmosphere.

When the last plate was empty, Gin suddenly stood up and neatly stacked the dishes with quick movements.

Just as Shen Yuan was about to speak, he saw the silver-haired man carrying cutlery towards the kitchen, and the sound of running water could be heard.

Shen Yuan leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching Gin wash the dishes meticulously.

The hands that had been holding guns for years were now scrubbing the edge of the porcelain plate with professional techniques, even the tips of the chopsticks were not spared.

After washing, he wiped every drop of water with a tissue, as if he was clearing the scene of some crime.

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly - this was clearly an attempt to erase all traces of himself.

But he said nothing, just handed me a clean towel.

"Thank you for the treat!" Gin put the last plate back in its place, his voice returning to its usual coldness.

He walked towards the entrance with quick and decisive movements, but paused imperceptibly when passing by lightning.

The cheetah was lying on the carpet, its silver-gray tail gently brushing against his leather shoes.

The door opened and closed.

There was no goodbye, no polite talk about meeting again.

Chapter 11: An attractive high-paying part-time job

The early morning sunlight poured into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains. Shen Yuan rubbed his eyes and reached out to turn off the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Today is his last day working part-time in Dr. Agasa's laboratory.

After washing up, he glanced at Lightning who was lying on the windowsill basking in the sun.

The cheetah's silver-gray fur shone with a metallic luster in the morning light, and it lazily swung its tail when it heard the noise.

"Don't cause trouble today. If you are free, go out for a walk by yourself, or climb the stairs, but don't go out of the apartment and scare others!" Shen Yuan rubbed Lightning's head, "I'll be back later!"————Dr. Agasa's laboratory was as messy as ever.

Various invention parts were scattered on the workbench, and several half-finished robots were piled in the corner.

"Mr. Shen, thank you so much!" Dr. Agasa wiped the sweat from his forehead. "If it weren't for your help, I don't know when this quantum entanglement demonstrator would be completed!" Shen Yuan finished debugging the last section of code, and a beautiful data waveform immediately appeared on the screen: "There is no problem now.

But doctor, is this device really just for teaching demonstrations?" Dr. Agasa's smile froze for a moment: "Of course! Hahaha..." Dr. Agasa thought of his little inventions that always had accidents and didn't dare to say a word.

Shen Yuan smiled noncommittally and did not ask any further questions.

He packed up his tool kit and said, "If you need help with anything in the future, feel free to contact me!"

"Of course, of course!" Dr. Agasa rubbed his hands. "By the way, Ai said the mapo tofu you made was delicious. Next time..."

"Doctor!" Haibara Ai's voice came from the second floor, with obvious embarrassment and dissatisfaction.

Shen Yuan blinked knowingly: "If I have the chance, I will bring some snacks from the Flower Growers' House, and we can have a meal together then!" After returning to the apartment, Shen Yuan turned on his laptop and browsed the part-time job website again.

Although the numbers in his bank account can still support him for a while, in Conan's world where time has stopped, he must make long-term plans.

"Tutoring... No, the hourly wage is too low!" He muttered to himself as he screened the information. "Night shifts at a convenience store... No, either. If I don't come home too late, lightning might destroy my house!" The job postings on the screen kept scrolling.

Suddenly, an inconspicuous advertisement caught his attention: [Yika Town Library Ancient Book Restoration Room Recruitment of Temporary Assistants] Requirements: meticulous and patient, those with experience in cultural relics restoration are preferred Hourly wage: 4000 yen Contact: Hideji Tsukawa Shen Yuan's fingers tapped lightly on the touchpad.

When he was studying for his master's degree in China, he did participate in the ancient book restoration project of the school library. This job was tailor-made for him.

Just as he was about to click to apply, Lightning suddenly jumped onto the desk, and his claws "accidentally" pressed another tab - a recruitment announcement for the Beika Town Science Park: [High Salary Recruitment] Quantum Physics Researcher Salary: 100000 yen per hour + bonus *Note: Background check required Shen Yuan's mouse pointer hovered over the astonishing number - 100,000 yen per hour.

This is equivalent to an average part-time worker's weekly income, but now only requires one hour of work.

The crow logo quickly flashed through Shen Yuan's mind. After all, in the Conan world, all high-paying jobs are related to this organization.

But the hourly wage was really attractive. "Temporary researcher..." He read the job description softly, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the touchpad.

Lightning came over to the desk at some point, staring at the work with his ice-blue eyes, and a low snoring sound came from his throat.

Shen Yuan rubbed its ears: "Are you trying to stop me?" Shen Yuan quickly calculated that even if he only worked ten hours a week, it would be 4 million yen a month, enough to eat Kobe steak for a whole year, and still... "No, what am I thinking!" Shen Yuan suddenly shook his head, and his black hair swayed slightly with the movement.

He opened the browser and searched for the latest scientific research trends of the Karasuma Group.

A bunch of high-sounding press releases popped up on the page: new drug research and development, quantum computer investment, artificial intelligence cooperation... "Could it be that in addition to immortality through drugs, you also want to cultivate digital immortality? But..." His gaze fell back on the tempting number, "I'm just a temporary worker, I shouldn't have access to core secrets!" Lightning nudged his wrist with his head, with such force that it almost knocked the mouse away.

Shen Yuan grabbed its front paw helplessly: "I know, I know, I'll think about it again!" The hourly wage was really attractive. Shen Yuan comforted himself that this job was for temporary workers and should not involve any core insider secrets.

Moreover, he is a member of the Flower-Growing Family, and the people he joins in the Japanese criminal organization are also Japanese, so he has no psychological pressure. Moreover, this organization will probably not suspect that he is an undercover agent when they see his Flower-Growing Family background, and will not assign him any inhumane killing tests.

He opened his resume document and the cursor hovered over the "Send" button for a full three minutes.

Outside the window, dusk gradually enveloped Tokyo, and the neon lights of Beika-cho in the distance lit up one after another.

Finally, a crisp click sounded in the room.

"I've already applied!" Shen Yuan closed his computer and stretched. "At worst, I'll just run away if I find something wrong during the interview!" Lightning let out an unhappy "wow" and slammed its tail on the table, sweeping the pen holder to the ground.

"Don't be so angry!" Shen Yuan bent down to pick up the scattered stationery, "If you are really accepted, I will buy you that pure gold necklace.

And the silver-haired gentleman you’re interested in is an employee of this company, and a top-performing Top Killer.” The cheetah’s ears immediately pricked up, but quickly lowered them in alertness.

It jumped off the desk, picked up its own leash and placed it at Shen Yuan's feet. Its ice-blue eyes were filled with "Don't say anything else, let's go for a walk now, right now."

Chapter 12: Night Encounter

At 9:15 in the evening, Shen Yuan put a special black leash on Lightning.

At this time, there should be few people in the small park downstairs of the apartment building.

He took Lightning out without causing too much commotion.

"Just a half-hour walk!" He rubbed Lightning's head, "Be quiet, don't howl or cause trouble!" The cheetah swung its tail impatiently, its silver-gray fur shining with metallic luster under the light from the entrance hall.

It hadn't been out all day and was now scratching at the door handle with its claws.

The early autumn night wind was slightly chilly, and Shen Yuan tightened his coat.

Lightning walked beside him, his steps as light as a silver shadow.

They deliberately avoided the main roads and walked along the alleys in the residential area.

The street lights stretched the shadows of the man and the leopard very long.

When turning the third intersection, Shen Yuan suddenly felt the traction rope tighten.

Lightning's ears perked up, his icy blue eyes fixed on the corner ahead.

"What's wrong?" Shen Yuan asked in a low voice.

He was answered by a burst of rapid barking of dogs.

Immediately afterwards, a small white dog rushed out from the corner and froze in place the moment it saw the lightning - "Woof... Woo..." The puppy's barking turned from barking to whimpering, its whole body trembling, and its tail tightly tucked between its hind legs.

"Hello?" Toru Amuro's voice came from the other end of the alley, and footsteps were getting closer and closer. "What's wrong?" Before Shen Yuan could react, Hello had already broken free from the collar and ran away in the direction he came from without looking back.

When Amuro Toru appeared at the alley entrance, his right hand was already quietly pressing on his lower back.

His blond hair shone softly in the streetlight, but his purple-gray eyes were filled with vigilance.

He carefully maintained a safe distance, his eyes fixed on Shen Yuan.

"Good evening!" Shen Yuan greeted them proactively and tightened the leash to let Lightning sit down. "Sorry for scaring your dog!" Lightning walked from the shadows to the light and sat down. Amuro Toru's eyes fell on Lightning, and his pupils shrank slightly: "Is this... a cheetah?" It was the silver cheetah he had seen by chance that day.

"It's a legal pet!" Shen Yuan showed the license he carried with him. "It's very docile and won't attack!" Lightning yawned at the right time, revealing his pink gums, and indeed looked harmless.

But Toru Amuro did not let his guard down, as he knew too well how dangerous this large cat was.

"It's a very unique species!" Amuro Toru said with a smile, his voice gentle and polite, but his posture still maintained a state of being ready to draw his gun at any time, "It's rare in Tokyo!"

"Rescued from Africa!" Shen Yuan spoke fluently according to his prepared words, "It has received professional training!" There was a brief silence between the two.

Toru Amuro's eyes swept over Shen Yuan's hands - there were no signs of holding weapons, nor were there calluses from years of holding guns.

It seemed that Shen Yuan was not in danger, and Amuro Toru finally put away his posture of being ready to attack at any time.

"Hello, I'm Toru Amuro!" He showed the gentle smile unique to the staff of Poirot Cafe and stretched out his hand, "I was just walking the dog, but I didn't expect it to be scared away by this big thing of yours!" Shen Yuan shook his hand: "I'm Shen Yuan, a flower grower, and I came to Tokyo as an exchange student for a year!" The moment they shook hands, Toru Amuro's fingertips sharply brushed across Shen Yuan's knuckles and fingertips - there were fine calluses there, not gun calluses, but more like traces left by holding a pen or using precision tools for a long time.

"What is Mr. Shen studying?" Amuro Toru asked casually, his purple-gray eyes flashing with curiosity under the street light.

"A graduate student in physics!" Shen Yuan released his hand and said calmly, "Sometimes he makes some small inventions!" Shen Yuan also knew the dangerousness of this guy, but he didn't care and didn't intend to provoke his sensitive nerves.