I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

The tip of his nose was almost touching the back of Gin's ear, and his lips occasionally brushed against silver hair as he spoke.

The cold light from the phone screen reflected between the two of them, illuminating the tiny blood vessels on Gin's earlobe.

"You said..." Shen Yuan's voice became even lower, with a whisper, "Whose phone will this video eventually be transmitted to?" Gin threw the document on the coffee table casually, and the metal lighter made a crisp "click", and the flame illuminated his cold profile.

He took a deep puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled the gray mist, his voice husky with nicotine: "It seems that the FBI is about to get to know Sherry!" The smoke swirled between the two of them, and Gin's gray-green pupils looked even deeper behind the smoke: "You said-" He flicked the ash with his fingertips, and a sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, "When those messengers of justice see this miracle of 'rejuvenation', they will give priority to investigating the organization's affairs..." As the cigarette butt flickered, his sneer almost froze into ice, "Should we send the little boy to the laboratory for slice analysis first?" Shen Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers brushed across Gin's lips, snatching the cigarette away.

He leaned back lazily, took a deep breath, and the smoke rings he exhaled twisted into strange circles in the air: "The little detective's 'life-saving mechanism' is very interesting--" The cigarette butt turned between his fingertips, and the sparks drew tiny arcs of light, "Anyone who discovered his secret either became an ally..." He glanced at Gin, his smile deepening, "or inexplicably 'kept silent', don't you think? No one should report it, at least no one has reported it so far!" On the wall, the shadows of the two people overlapped due to the angle. When Shen Yuan leaned forward slightly, the shadow seemed to embrace Gin from behind, and Gin's upright outline did not move in the light and shadow, like a sword that was entangled but not unsheathed.

Smoke swirled between the two of them. Shen Yuan's knees inadvertently pushed forward, but Gin's leather shoes did not retreat at all - the toes of their shoes touched each other with neither light nor heavy force, like a silent wrestling match.

Shen Yuan chuckled, and the smoke he exhaled brushed across Gin's collar: "Boss's composure..." His toes slowly moved up, "...really admirable!" Shen Yuan chuckled, and finally withdrew the force on the tip of Gin's shoe.

He stood up and crushed the cigarette butt between his fingers into the crystal ashtray on the coffee table. The spark struggled for a moment and finally turned into a thin wisp of blue smoke.

Chapter 140: Encountering a Bad Policeman Again

At ten o'clock in the morning, Shen Yuan stood in front of the glass exhibition hall of the 4S store. The car pick-up notice sent by the customer service was still on his mobile phone: [Dear Mr. Shen, all repairs on your XC90 T8 have been completed. Please bring your ID to our store to pick up the car.

The moment he opened the door, he heard a familiar cry of surprise—"Brother Shen?!" Conan trotted over, looking up in surprise, "What a coincidence, how come you're here?" Maori Kogoro poked his head out from behind a display car, and when he saw Shen Yuan, his eyes widened: "Hey, you're not going to change cars again, are you?"

"Dad!" Xiaolan grumbled softly, folding her hands in front of her skirt and bowing slightly. "Hello, Brother Shen Yuan!" Shen Yuan smiled and nodded. "Didn't I tell you before that my car was back for repairs? I was notified yesterday that it was repaired, so I thought I'd come and drive it away today." He looked around at the brand new display cars. "Mr. Maori, are you here to buy a new car?" Maori Kogoro glanced at Shen Yuan with a half-moon eye and said speechlessly, "You really think highly of me!" Xiaolan explained, "Actually, Dad was commissioned by his senior to investigate!" She pointed to the office on the second floor. "The client, Mr. Aono, is the president of this store. I heard that customers have recently reported frequent window smashing after purchasing cars, and this has seriously affected the store's business!"

"And uncle also fantasizes that after he completes the commission, President Aono will give him a car or a 10% discount..." Before Conan finished his words, he was hit on the head.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Conan squatted down with his head in his hands.

"You're the only one who talks too much, you little brat!" Kogoro Mouri puffed out his beard and glared.

When Shen Yuan saw this scene, he felt that today was not a good sign. It was unknown whether he could pick up his car smoothly.

In the refreshment area of ​​the 4S store, Shen Yuan stirred his coffee slowly, his eyes following the backs of President Aono and Kogoro Mori in the distance.

The president was enthusiastically introducing the layout of the exhibition hall, while Kogoro Maori nodded seriously, touching his chin from time to time as if thinking.

The two walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor, and their figures gradually disappeared from sight.

When President Aono heard that Shen Yuan knew Maori Kogoro and his group, he "enthusiastically" invited him to the refreshment area of ​​the 4S store to have some dessert with Xiaolan and Conan, and then he took Maori Kogoro away.

Shen Yuan thought that if President Qingye waited any longer, he would probably become either a dead person or a murderer.

"Brother Shen, what's wrong?" Conan, pinching a macaron, keenly noticed the subtle change in Shen Yuan's expression. "Did you notice anything wrong?" Shen Yuan retracted his gaze and shook his head gently. "I was just thinking that running into the 'Death Gang' when I came to pick up the car today is probably not a good sign!" Conan's forehead suddenly crossed three black lines, and the corners of his mouth twitched - could this guy not show his disdain so obviously? However, Shen Yuan's premonition was soon fulfilled.

Shen Yuan and his friends had just finished a cup of tea when a shrill scream came from the direction of the finance office on the third floor.

Conan jumped off the chair almost reflexively and rushed towards the stairs like a small cannonball.

Xiaolan stood up hurriedly: "Conan! Wait for me!" She nodded to Shen Yuan hurriedly and chased after him.

Shen Yuan sighed softly and put down the teacup.

The bottom of the cup hit the porcelain plate, making a crisp "ding" sound.

He slowly adjusted his cuffs before taking a step forward to catch up.

Several shop assistants had gathered in front of the finance office on the third floor.

When Shen Yuan came in, Maori Kogoro was squatting beside the corpse with his fingers pressing on the female cashier's carotid artery.

"It's hopeless," he stood up with a sullen face, "Xiaolan, call the police!" Twenty minutes later, accompanied by the sound of rapid sirens, Inspector Megure arrived at the scene with Chiba and Jinpei Matsuda.

When Inspector Megure saw Kogoro Mouri and Conan standing next to the corpse, and Shen Yuan leaning against the wall with a calm expression, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"You..." He took off his hat and wiped the sweat off his face, "How did you appear at the crime scene so precisely this time?" Shen Yuan's gaze lingered on Matsuda Jinpei for a moment.

The bomb disposal expert was still wearing the all-black suit, and the expression under his sunglasses was full of "keep away from strangers".

Strangely enough, he was actually on a patrol with the First Investigation Division. Maori Kogoro asked directly, "Inspector Megure, weren't it Officer Takagi and Officer Sato before? Officer Sato should be fine, right? And this guy…" Maori Kogoro looked at this man, still with that delinquent, get-away-from-me look, his mouth twitching. Is this what the police force is like now? He then asked, "Isn't this the officer who helped Brother Shen defuse the bomb? Why is he here?"

"Takagi and Sato went to deal with another case!" Inspector Megure sighed, "Matsuda has been temporarily transferred to the Criminal Division and will follow me!" He turned to the corpse, "What's the situation now?" Just as Kogoro Mouri began to explain the case, Conan quietly approached Officer Chiba, "Officer Chiba, why was Officer Matsuda transferred to the First Investigation Division?" Chiba answered in a low voice, "He never wears protective clothing when dismantling bombs, and has been warned several times for illegal operations!" He glanced at Matsuda in what he thought was a covert attempt, "The psychologist at the Metropolitan Police Department said that he might have self-destructive tendencies and seek to be killed in a bomb or something, so he was transferred and came to our First Investigation Division!" Jinpei Matsuda on the side had clenched his fists.

Shen Yuan held his forehead with his hand. The "quiet voice" of this "Cleanse No. 2" was loud enough for everyone on the entire floor to hear clearly.

As Conan squatted beside the corpse and examined it carefully, he keenly noticed a scrutinizing gaze.

Matsuda Jinpei stood behind him without him noticing, "Little boy," Matsuda suddenly said, "you seem to be very familiar with on-site investigation?" Conan felt a chill on his back and hurriedly pretended to be innocent: "Ahaha... I've seen similar plots on TV! And I've seen it a lot with Uncle Mori, hahaha..." Matsuda snorted without comment, and his eyes fell on Shen Yuan again.

Shen Yuan was leaning against the window observing the scene. He raised his eyebrows slightly when he felt the gaze. It seemed that Officer Matsuda was paying more attention to himself than the eye-catching Conan.

Shen Yuan: “……?” The case was soon solved, and the murderer was indeed President Aono.

He invited Kogoro Mouri to his office to drink tea, but actually put a diuretic in the tea. Then, while Kogoro Mouri was in the bathroom, he played a tape of his own singing outside, pretending to have been in the office the whole time. He then rushed to the finance office next door to commit the crime, wanting to use Kogoro Mouri as an alibi.

The reason was that he embezzled public funds and even privately sold some valuable car parts that he thought were not very important to the car, causing problems with the cars sold by the store. The deceased discovered this and wanted to sue him to the board of directors for accountability. In order to protect himself, he killed the cashier.

Chapter 141 Another Bomb Crisis 1

The case was successfully solved, but this group of people had to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to take a statement.

Shen Yuan's beloved car parked steadily in front of the Metropolitan Police Department. Maori Kogoro pushed the door and got out first, stretching: "Ah - it's another day of successfully solving the case! By the way, how was the case solved..." Xiaolan smiled helplessly and said, "Dad, when you are taking the statement, you want Conan and me to supplement you. Really, why is your memory getting worse and worse!" Conan jumped out of the car and walked into the Metropolitan Police Department as if he was familiar with the way. Shen Yuan locked the car and followed them.

Matsuda Jinpei walked last, watching them find their way to the Metropolitan Police Department's statement-taking room with ease. He frowned slightly, "..." Is this right? Along the way, officers kept greeting them: "Detective Mori, are you here to take another statement?"

"Conan, long time no see!"

"It hasn't been that long, only yesterday!"

"After Detective Maori finishes taking the statement, do you want to have a lunch box together?"

"Mr. Shen is here today!"

"It seems like I haven't seen Mr. Amuro for a long time!" Matsuda Jinpei: "..." The world has turned upside down and become something I don't recognize.

——And! That blond bastard has been to the Metropolitan Police Department many times, but he has never run into him once?! When they arrived at the recording room, Officer Takagi expertly handed them hot tea and said with a smile, "Same as always, let's take the statement first?" Maori Kogoro waved his hand and said, "Hurry up, I want to go back and watch Yoko Okino's show early!" Matsuda Jinpei sat aside, watching Takagi and Chiba expertly take the statement from the few people. Without even asking any questions, Conan and Xiaolan had already explained the case clearly, not even missing any details.

Sometimes Officer Chiba would add a few words himself, but Kogoro Mouri himself didn't say much.

...This process is too practiced, isn't it? Matsuda couldn't help but whisper to Takagi, "Do they do this often?" Takagi smiled and nodded, "Yes, Mr. Mori and Conan are regulars at our Metropolitan Police Department!" Matsuda: "..." Is this really okay? ? Do these people really not need to be investigated? Did the golden-haired bastard lurk around these people because he thought they were suspicious and was therefore lurking around to investigate?! After the transcript was completed, Takagi warmly invited them to the cafeteria for lunch.

"Officer Matsuda, you should come too!" Takagi patted Matsuda's shoulder. "It's a good opportunity to introduce you two!" Matsuda followed them into the cafeteria with a blank expression. He watched as Maori Kogoro greeted the cafeteria attendant with familiarity: "Auntie, are there any fried pork cutlets today?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Detective Maori still the same?"

"Right! Another kids' meal for this kid!" Conan: "..." Takagi introduced Matsuda: "This is Mr. Maori Kogoro, the famous detective 'Sleeping Kogoro'. He often...appears at crime scenes and helps us solve cases!" Matsuda clearly sensed the strange pause when Takagi introduced him. So why did he always appear at crime scenes? Maori Kogoro snorted complacently, "Officer Matsuda, I'll give you more guidance from now on!" Matsuda Jinpei: Why do I feel that the phrase "give you more guidance" is not very auspicious? And why does he always appear at crime scenes so accurately? ? "This is Mr. Shen Yuan, an international exchange student at the University of Tokyo. I guess... well, there have been a lot of cases around him lately?" Takagi spoke with a tone of sympathy, looking at Shen Yuan with some uncertainty. He really must have been infected by Detective Maori! Shen Yuan smiled, rubbed Conan's head and said, "Officer Takagi, I was actually implicated too!" Haven't you ever thought about it? When a case happened to Maori Kogoro and me, we had one thing in common: this guy was always by our side! Conan: "......?" Why did you pound my head when you were talking? I suspect you were cursing me in your heart.

Officer Takagi introduced Conan and Xiaolan again. Matsuda paid more attention to Conan. He was more interested in this extremely smart child than the girl next to him.

Takagi wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to introduce: "This is Officer Jinpei Matsuda, with the rank of deputy inspector, the same level as Officer Sato!" He glanced at Matsuda's face and spoke faster unconsciously - "Officer Matsuda was the squad leader of the explosive ordnance disposal team. He is very good at disassembly, assembly, and repair. It is said that Officer Matsuda can dismantle most bombs within three minutes. Officer Matsuda is good at boxing, um..." His eyes lingered on Matsuda's messy curly hair and sunglasses that kept strangers away for a moment, and he said with a stiff upper lip: "He may look like he has a bad temper, but he... won't hit people casually!" After the few of them finished lunch in a slightly weird atmosphere, Maori Kogoro yawned and walked in front, Xiaolan walked behind holding Conan's hand, and Conan kept his head up and talked to Shen Yuan.

As they walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department gate, the sun was shining brightly. Shen Yuan took out his car keys and prepared to send Maori and others back to the detective agency.

Just as he was about to press the unlock button, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something strange out of the corner of his eye.

There was an almost imperceptible silver light in the gap of the car door.

Shen Yuan's fingers paused in mid-air, his eyes suddenly fixed.

He leaned over slightly and took a closer look - it was an extremely thin fishing line, almost transparent, extending from the edge of the car door to the bottom of the car. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't even notice its existence.

"...Wait!" Shen Yuan raised his hand to stop Kogoro Mouri who was about to open the car door.

Maori Kogoro was stunned: "What's wrong?" Shen Yuan did not answer directly. Instead, he slowly squatted down, his eyes following the fishing line down, finally stopping at the shadow under the car, and then he said, "Hey, we encountered a bomb again!"

"Again?!" Kogoro Mouri widened his eyes in disbelief. It had only been a short time since the last bomb appeared. He scratched his hair, his expression gradually becoming helpless: "Brother Shen! Is your car very attractive to bombers now?" Conan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his sight quickly locked onto the almost invisible fishing line.

He turned around and ran to the Metropolitan Police Department. His voice came from afar: "Brother Shen, I'm going to find Officer Matsuda!" Shen Yuan stood there with a calm expression, just squinting his eyes slightly, staring at his car.

—Have the bombs been popping up too frequently lately? Could it be that "that thing" realized that ordinary murderers couldn't hurt it, and armed robbers couldn't do anything about it, so... it just upgraded? Wanted a forced plot kill? Less than a minute later, the doors to the Metropolitan Police Department were flung open.

Jinpei Matsuda strode out, his eyes sharp behind his sunglasses, a toolbox in his hand.

Inspector Megure, Takagi and Sato followed closely behind with serious expressions.

"What's going on?" Matsuda walked to Shen Yuan and asked in a low voice.

Shen Yuan pointed at the driver's door and said, "Just when I was about to open the door, I found something wrong. There was a fishing line, which should be the trigger device, and the other end was under the car!" Matsuda said nothing more, put on special gloves, and crawled under the car with his tools.

Inspector Megure opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed.

Takagi clenched his fists nervously.

——Matsuda once again began his bomb disposal operation without protective clothing.

Chapter 142 Another Bomb Crisis 2

Matsuda Jin lay flat on the bottom of the car, his fingertips as steady as welded steel.

The mercury column swayed slightly in the transparent glass tube, and the bomb would explode instantly as long as the car body vibrated slightly.

Jinpei Matsuda held his breath, clamped the balance device with special pliers, and carefully cut the copper wire connected to the fuse with his other hand.

Beads of sweat slid down his forehead to the edge of his sunglasses, but his hands didn't even tremble.

"It's a mercury switch!" The magnetic clamp in the toolbox accurately attracted the loose parts. "It's a very sophisticated device!" Takagi swallowed nervously, and Sato Miwako bent down and stared at Matsuda's movements.

Inspector Megure paced back and forth outside the cordon, wiping the sweat from his forehead from time to time.

"Done!" Matsuda slid out from under the car, holding the detonated device in his palm.

Takagi was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Matsuda suddenly pinch a metal part - a folded piece of printed paper was stuck inside the bomb.

[I have prepared bigger fireworks at noon in 72 hours. If you want a hint, let's play a game - the unfulfilled promise from three years ago.] Matsuda's knuckles turned bluish-white, he slowly took off his sunglasses, his eyes frighteningly cold.

"Officer Matsuda?" Takagi called out tentatively.

Matsuda held up the note in his hand and said, "This matter is not over yet. This is the bomber declaring war on us!" Inspector Megure took the note and saw the words "unfinished agreement three years ago" written on it, "Could it be that person from three years ago?" Maori Kogoro looked at the two people playing charades and said strangely, "Three years ago? What happened? Could this be a habitual criminal?" Matsuda Jinpei nodded, "Yes, it's the person from three years ago. Three years ago, I don't know what happened to the criminal. Suddenly, it exploded without any result and it happened again.

"And this time the bomb is upgraded!" Seeing that no one was answering his question, Maori Kogoro asked again, "Can anyone tell me what happened three years ago?" In the special meeting room of the Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Division 1, a projector magnified the contents of the note inside the bomb onto the white wall.

Jinpei Matsuda stood in the shadows, his sunglasses reflecting a cold light.

"Seven years ago?" Mouri Kogoro suddenly slammed the table and stood up, "Wait! This madman blew up a policeman seven years ago? Now he's installing a bomb at the door of the warning station. Is he targeting the police?" Inspector Megure nodded heavily, "Seven years ago on November 7, although the bomb in the Haido Shopping Plaza was successfully dismantled, it suddenly exploded a second time a minute later, causing Squad Leader Hagiwara who was present at the time... He suddenly fell silent and glanced at Matsuda.

The conference room fell into an eerie silence.

Miwako Sato slammed her coffee cup on the table: "The criminal who was there three years ago has reappeared and placed countdown bombs in three different locations.

But the strange thing is... she pointed to the case record on the screen, "Only the first bomb was detonated, and then the person disappeared, as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth, and the bomb incident also ended without a trace!" In the meeting room of the Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Division 1, everyone was discussing clues about the bomber, when suddenly, the fax machine made a harsh sound.

Takagi walked over quickly and took out the fax he had just received. He looked a little strange and slowly read out the content: "I am the main hitter in the major leagues, and this overtime game is about to begin."

The competition will officially start at noon and end at 3 pm.

Even if I prepare high-quality brakes, it will be a waste of effort. I will eventually come back and win.

If you want to stop this game, just come to me.

When you guys come to the bases covered in blood, I'll be waiting for you in the steel batter's box.

"Huh?" Maori Kogoro snatched the fax paper. "Did this guy send the wrong place to ask his friends to play baseball?" He shook the paper and shouted, "'Steel Batting Box'? Does he think he's a Koshien player?"

"No!" Two voices sounded at the same time, "This is the secret code clue given by the bomber!" Matsuda Jinpei adjusted his sunglasses and glanced at Conan who was also in a reasoning posture.

The schoolboy detective immediately pretended to scratch his head.

Jinpei Matsuda paused with his hand holding up his sunglasses, and his brows wrinkled slightly beneath his sunglasses.

Inspector Megure said solemnly, "If this is really related to the bomber, then we must decipher the location as soon as possible!"

"It has to be Tokyo Dome!" Officer Chiba suddenly stood up. "Tomorrow afternoon at 1:00, there's a game between the Yomiuri Giants and Hanshin!" Sato Miwako shook her head. "'Steel strike zone...' The outfield fences at Yokohama Stadium are all made of steel!"

"Could the brake refer to the emergency brake of the Shinkansen?" Takagi suddenly had an idea: "The Nagoya Stadium where the Tokaido Shinkansen passes..." As the arguments continued, Matsuda's eyes were always fixed on the words "the blood-stained bases."

Conan's glasses reflected the cold light, and his mind was rapidly calculating something.

Shen Yuan leaned against the wall, his eyes swept across the fax, then glanced at Matsuda and Conan, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but in the end he said nothing.

He was curious. The bomber's target was clearly a police officer, so why would he place the bomb in his car? Was he just taking advantage of the situation by seeing his car parked outside the police station? Or was he being influenced by "Him" and deliberately targeting him? How would fate implicate him? Therefore, Shen Yuan was not prepared to act rashly. He wanted to see what surprise fate would bring him in the end.

"Wait!" Kogoro Mouri suddenly slammed the table and stood up, shaking the liquid in the coffee cup to ripples. "I understand! 'Extension' and 'extension line' are homophones!" He grabbed a marker and drew a diagram on the whiteboard. "The two places where the bombs were placed three years ago intersect at Minamibeihu Station by the road extension line!" The meeting room suddenly became quiet.

Inspector Megure leaned closer to the map: "Indeed... the Toudou Chuo Line passes through there..."

"'Stop' refers to the level crossing barrier!" Mao Li became increasingly excited as he spoke, stabbing the station with his pen. "'Steel strike zone' refers to the iron carriage, and 'bloodstains' refers to the red tram! The bomb must be on the red tram at Minamibeihu Station!"

"As expected of Mori-senpai!" Takagi Shizuo stood up quickly. "That's a perfect explanation!" Inspector Megure made a quick decision: "Immediately block all red carriages at Minami-Heito Station! Officer Sato! Take Takagi with you to check the situation!"

"Yes!" the two answered in unison.

Conan continued to think, he felt that some of Uncle Maori's guesses just now did not make sense.

Sure enough, half an hour later, the police returned empty-handed.