I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

"...That was a cover-up designed by the criminal. He was adding bombs to mock us!" Sato was very angry.

Kogoro Mouri slammed the table: "Damn it! It ends at three in the afternoon. Does that mean if the bomb is not found by three o'clock, it will explode?!" Everyone looked at the time and it was already past two o'clock, and the atmosphere began to become solemn.

Chapter 143 Another Bomb Crisis 3

"Brother Shen, do you have any ideas?" Conan suddenly ran to Shen Yuan, his upturned little face full of anticipation.

The attention of the entire conference room instantly focused on Shen Yuan, who had been silent the entire time.

Shen Yuan was slightly stunned, then spread his hands with a wry smile: "Japanese is not my native language after all. It's okay for daily conversation or recognizing words, but solving puzzles... asking a foreigner to decipher this kind of word game, isn't it too difficult?" Conan's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he quickly nodded in understanding.

Indeed, even the police officers who knew Tokyo well were helpless in the face of the mystery. They didn't know how to guess the location, so how could they expect... "But..." Shen Yuan suddenly changed the subject, "Analyzing the suspect's behavior from the perspective of the criminal's desire to retaliate against the police-"

"First, we need dramatic effect!" Shen Yuan raised a finger. "These criminals who seek revenge on the police want the entire city to witness their 'masterpiece' and let many see the police's incompetence. So the scene needs to be high enough so that many people can look up and see it." He glanced at the Tokyo skyline outside the window. "That way you can eliminate those low-rise buildings. After all, the explosion scenes there don't meet the bomber's expectations.

The explosion site would definitely be chosen somewhere high and conspicuous enough—wasn't that exactly what happened with the unfinished case three years ago?" Matsuda Jinpei's sunglasses flickered slightly.

Officer Takagi had quickly called up a distribution map of high-rise buildings in Tokyo and projected it onto the screen.

"Second, create a moral dilemma!" Shen Yuan raised his second finger. "The explosion must affect enough people. He must use the lives of the majority of the people to threaten the police to make a difficult choice, thereby mocking the police—" His voice gradually lowered, leaving a meaningful pause.

Then he continued: "So the bombs must be in places where the largest number of people gather, such as schools, hospitals, shopping malls, and amusement parks. I can probably only help you here. The rest requires you to think about it!" The sound of keyboard tapping suddenly rang out in the conference room.

Takagi Shigeru was frantically comparing building heights and crowd flow data.

Conan quietly approached Takagi's computer, with the flashing data stream reflected on his lens. He carefully analyzed the information of the high-rise buildings in Tokyo and the secret code on Takagi's computer.

Suddenly, Conan had a flash of inspiration. He knew! Conan didn't have time to pretend to be Kogoro Maori to crack the code. He pointed at the code and said his idea directly: "'Red', 'Rising', the steel strike zone refers to the 'iron box', which refers to the red elevator of the Touto Tower. So there is a bomb there!" The whole search class was instantly silent.

Inspector Megure hesitated for a moment, but thinking of Conan's past performance, he immediately picked up the walkie-talkie: "The mobile team will immediately block the Toudou Tower and focus on checking the sightseeing elevator!" Ten minutes later, the walkie-talkie came with the news that the bomb was found.

Matsuda looked at Conan deeply, then stood up and said, "Inspector Megure, call the explosive ordnance disposal team to go to the Toudou Tower!" Inspector Megure was stunned when he saw Matsuda leaving, "Where are you going? Aren't you going to the Toudou Tower with us? And according to the criminal's habits, there is still a bomb and I don't know where it is!" Matsuda stood at the door of the conference room and said, "Combined with what Mr. Shen said just now, I have guessed the location.

'Major League' refers to Major League Baseball, so it should be read in English. 'Extra' becomes 'EXTRA', 'High-quality brakes' refers to pitchers with a high defensive percentage, so it can be shortened to 'ERA', and 'useless' requires removing these three words, so only 'XT' remains. 'Reversal' means putting 'XT' upside down and reversing the order to form the Chinese character '文' (文), which is the school logo on the map.

Another location where the bomb was found was a school.

And in Tokyo, there are schools with high enough status, a large enough student population, and even students who are special enough to cause great trouble to the police. It's obvious enough, right? I'm going there to defuse the bomb!" Matsuda said, and then he went out.

At this moment, Conan had a bad premonition, and everyone present realized where that was - "You two!" Maori Kogoro's roar exploded in the conference room, asking a soul-searching question, "Why didn't you two go to class?!" Xiaolan and Conan were a little confused: "Isn't today Saturday?" Maori Kogoro shouted angrily: "Idiot! Today is Monday! You two actually skipped class!" Shen Yuan shook his head at this scene. It was indeed Saturday this morning, but the afternoon had strangely turned into Monday. It was ridiculous. Did "that thing" harm its male and female protagonists, or was it originally intended to save its male and female protagonists? Not long after Inspector Megure returned with the team, Matsuda Jinpei also came back, with a little dust on his black suit.

The bomb crisis was resolved "smoothly" this time, but Matsuda still felt sorry that the bomber was not caught, and his knuckles turned white from clenching his teeth.

Shen Yuan knew that there would be follow-up to this matter, but he did not make it public.

"Brother Maori," Shen Yuan turned to Maori Kogoro who was scolding Conan, "Let me take you home!" He shook the car keys.

Kogoro Mouri came over carrying the dejected Conan, and Ran followed behind with her head down.

Jinpei Matsuda stood at the edge of the corridor, took off his sunglasses, and wiped the dust off the lenses with his thumb.

Shen Yuan happened to pass by and their eyes met briefly.

Matsuda put his sunglasses back on, his eyes fell on Shen Yuan's face, and he paused for two seconds.

"Your analysis is very accurate!" His voice was low, but less cold and hard than usual. "If you hadn't pointed out the two key points of high places and dense crowds, we might still be wasting time checking more places!" Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little surprised that Matsuda would say this directly.

He smiled and said, "It's just conventional template reasoning based on criminal psychology, which is nothing!" Matsuda snorted, "Conventional template reasoning can accurately lock the target, which is already better than some professional criminal police... You are very good!" Shen Yuan looked at him and suddenly found it interesting - someone like Matsuda Jinpei, when praising others, his tone did not fluctuate at all.

"Thank you!" Shen Yuan nodded, his tone relaxed. "I hope I won't have to rely on this kind of 'cleverness' to defuse a bomb next time!" He wondered when the next bomb would go off. Would he still be implicated if he didn't come to the Metropolitan Police Department? The corners of Matsuda's mouth twitched slightly, and without saying anything more, he turned and left.

Chapter 144: A Different Kind of "Date" 1

The Metropolitan Police Department received another fax the next day: "We are a group of Knights of the Round Table.

Attention all stupid and cunning policemen: at noon and 14:00, we will use the heads of our comrades as the spark to ignite our celebration.

If you have the guts, come and stop us.

We'll leave seat 72 vacant to welcome you!" The Metropolitan Police Department staff speculated on the meaning of the code: Shiratori Jinzaburo pondered: "'Comrade's head'...could it refer to a police statue? For example, the bronze statue of the patrolman at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department?" Officer Chiba expressed a different opinion: "It could also refer to a police monument, such as the monument to fallen police officers in Ueno Park!" Takagi Shizuo scratched his head: "What about 'seat 72'? Could it be the seat number of a train? For example, a car on the JR Yamanote Line?" Everyone discussed it at once, but each guess seemed to be inconsistent.

Inspector Megure sighed, picked up the phone and dialed Kogoro Mori's number: "Brother Mori, we have received another fax from the bomber, and we would like to ask you to come over and take a look..." Shen Yuan didn't know that the Metropolitan Police Department had received another fax from the bomber. Even if he knew, he would probably just say "Oh" coldly and continue to focus on his own affairs - after all, compared to the illusory "justice" belonging to Japan, he has a more important "date" today.

The silver-haired gentleman next door sent out an invitation last night. It was said that Vodka would drive his car to Akita to carry out a mission today, so he needed himself to be the driver and lookout today. Naturally, Shen Yuan had to accept this invitation.

Gin was sitting on the sofa in Shen Yuan's house, his long legs crossed and his long black trench coat hanging down, outlining his sharp lines.

He was holding the phone in one hand, his silver hair like frost, his cold white knuckles sliding across the screen, and occasionally frowning, as if confirming the details of the task.

Those sharp green eyes were slightly lowered, and the long eyelashes cast a small shadow, making the whole person look like a sheathed knife, sharp and dangerous.

Shen Yuan passed by him with a cup of coffee, and his eyes couldn't help but stay on him for a second.

——I have to say, Gin’s face still has a breathtaking beauty even if you look at it every day.

Unfortunately, the beauty has a bad temper.

"Have you seen enough?" Gin said in a low and cold voice without even raising his head.

Shen Yuan raised the corner of his lips slightly, ignoring his cold aura. Instead, he walked slowly to his side, placed the coffee on the coffee table, and gently pushed with his fingertips. The bottom of the cup touched the glass, making a crisp "ding" sound.

"I'm making coffee for the boss," he leaned forward slightly, with a gleam of teasing in his dark brown eyes, "Can't I ask for a service fee?" Gin raised his eyes, his green pupils like blades, his gaze lingered on his face for two seconds, he suddenly sneered, picked up the coffee and took a sip, his Adam's apple rolled, and a trace of dark brown remained on the corner of his lips.

"I really hope you will always be so hard-mouthed!" He said in a low, hoarse voice, with a hint of meaning.

Shen Yuan's eyes darkened, his gaze fell on the coffee stain on Gin's lips, and he suddenly smiled.

He moved closer, his eyes meeting Gin's, almost touching him so that Gin could feel the warmth of his breath: "Boss, do you know what coffee and wine taste like?" Gin raised his eyebrows, motioning him to continue.

There was a sly flash in Shen Yuan's eyes, and his voice was very low: "I know!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly moved closer, licked Gin's lips with the tip of his tongue very quickly, rolled away the coffee stain, and was about to retreat - but Gin was prepared.

With a stretch of his long arms, Shen Yuan's waist was instantly locked in a strong embrace. Gin's fingers clasped the back of his neck, the force was neither light nor heavy, but it left him nowhere to escape.

"Then I invite you to taste it carefully!" Gin's voice was low, with an irresistible tone.

Before Shen Yuan could react, his lips were tightly sealed.

Gin's kiss was forceful and predatory, his tongue prying open his teeth, carrying the bitterness of black coffee and the strength of gin, invading his breath like conquering a city.

Shen Yuan was stunned at first, then a fire of unwillingness to admit defeat ignited in his eyes. He suddenly grasped Gin's silver hair with his fingers and bit it back.

—Dominance? —Then it depends on who is more powerful.

The two of them were fighting between their lips and teeth, neither of them was willing to give in, and the temperature was rising steadily as their breaths intertwined.

Lightning was lying on the cat climbing frame, his silver-gray fur gleaming with metallic luster in the sunlight, his ice-blue cat eyes half-closed lazily, his tail swishing as he watched the confrontation between the two people below in confusion.

Shen Yuan put his knees on the sofa, almost sitting astride Gin's legs. His fingers slid into the collar of his windbreaker and touched the slightly cool skin on his collarbone.

Gin hummed softly, and slid his palm down his waistline with such force that it seemed as if he would leave finger marks.

Not willing to be outdone, Shen Yuan stroked Gin's neck with his fingertips, feeling the beating of his pulse, and then increased the intensity of the kiss.

Gin narrowed his eyes, suddenly clasped his hand over the back of his neck, and pressed him closer, their chests almost touching, their heartbeats resonating between each other's lips and teeth.

Just when Shen Yuan thought that this fight would last until he ran out of oxygen, Gin suddenly leaned back and sank into the back of the sofa.

Then Shen Yuan subconsciously followed his movements and pushed his knees forward - "Hmm!" Gin groaned, frowning slightly.

Shen Yuan blinked, realized that his knees seemed to be in the wrong place, and paused.

A strange look flashed in Gin's eyes, which disappeared in an instant, but Shen Yuan still caught it.

The air froze for two seconds.

Shen Yuan was the first to laugh. He rested his forehead on Gin's shoulder, and his shoulder trembled slightly. "Boss, I'm sorry~ It seems that this is all we have to do today!" He deliberately dragged out the last word, his tone was frivolous, and his eyes were full of mischievous smiles.

At this moment, Gin only wanted to have a good training session with Shen Yuan in the training room, so that he could know his own strengths and weaknesses! Gin said in a deep voice: "Are you going to do the mission today? If you don't change your clothes, you will be late!" Shen Yuan laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled. He barely stopped laughing, got off Gin, and even kindly straightened his collar that he had messed up. He pretended to be serious and said: "Boss, I'll go get ready. I'll be there soon!" After that, he turned and walked towards the bathroom. As soon as he closed the door, a burst of undisguised laughter broke out from inside.

Gin: "..."

Chapter 145: A Different Kind of "Date" 2

Shen Yuan took a cold shower, trying to calm himself down.

Water droplets slid down the ends of his hair. He wiped his face and looked at himself in the mirror - a smile still remained at the corner of his mouth.

He shook his head, grabbed a towel and wiped his hair, changed into his home clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.

Gin was still sitting on the sofa, his slender fingers sliding across the screen of his mobile phone, his expression focused and cold, as if the previous episode had never happened.

Shen Yuan glanced at him, raised the corners of his lips slightly, stopped teasing, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

He was going to prepare a day's worth of food for Lightning, so he filled up his feeder and water dispenser first. "I'm going out today to serve your meal ticket," he whispered, gently scratching Lightning's chin with his fingertips. "So you better be a good boy at home. Don't tear the house down, don't run out casually, and climb the stairs when you're bored - but you are absolutely not allowed to leave the apartment building, understand?" Lightning flicked his tail and meowed perfunctorily, which was considered a reluctant agreement.

Shen Yuan laughed and added a handful of dried meat to its snack bowl as a bribe.

Gin raised his eyes and glanced at Lightning, his gaze lingering on him for a moment, then he withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on the information on his phone.

Shen Yuan looked at the way he ignored him and couldn't help laughing again.

It's almost time.

Shen Yuan began to disguise himself. He first adjusted Monk's mask. The mask made of special material fit his face. The edges were pressed by his fingertips and blended perfectly into his skin without any flaws.

The person in the mirror gradually lost his original outline, replaced by a young and harmless baby face, with silver hair hanging softly on his shoulders and deep brown pupils that were crystal clear. Anyone who saw him would think he was just a harmless minor.

He put on the voice changer, tested the pitch to make sure it was clear and harmless, then nodded with satisfaction.

Turning to look at Gin, he was still wearing his iconic black windbreaker, with silver hair and green eyes, and a murderous look.

Shen Yuan sighed, "Boss, we're going to do something bad during the day. Don't you think we should dress more modestly?" Gin didn't even look up, his fingers still swiping across his phone screen. "You think I'm not being modest enough?" Shen Yuan: "..."—A man over 6 feet 4 inches tall, with silver hair and green eyes, exuding a murderous aura, dressed like the spokesperson for the Grim Reaper. How on earth is he modest? He's almost blatantly calling me a "delinquent." Just try calling the police.

Too lazy to argue with this stubborn man, Shen Yuan turned and walked towards the cloakroom.

I picked a dark grey hooded sweatshirt, paired it with slim black overalls and lightweight running shoes.

The boy in the mirror had a tall and straight figure, with a few strands of silver hair showing from the edge of the hood of his hoodie, which made his baby face look more indifferent.

——Well, not bad, I would still choose it. This outfit looks much more low-key than the silver-haired killer.

Gin raised his eyes and glanced at him, his gaze lingering on his casual outfit for a moment, then he put away his phone and stood up: "Let's go!" The two of them walked towards the entrance one after the other. Lightning lay on the cat climbing frame and lazily shook his tail as a farewell.

In the underground parking lot, a silver Porsche 911 Turbo S was parked quietly, its smooth body emitting a cold metallic luster under the dim light.

Shen Yuan sat in the driver's seat, stroked the steering wheel with his fingers, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The engine roared deeply, like a beast ready to burst forth.

As soon as Gin fastened his seat belt, the sports car rushed out like an arrow, the tires making a sharp sound as they rubbed against the ground, and in the blink of an eye it drove out of the parking lot.

The street scene of Tokyo was rapidly receding outside the car window. Shen Yuan held the steering wheel with one hand and casually placed the other hand on the edge of the car window. His silver hair was slightly lifted by the wind.

"Where is the first destination?" he asked, his tone as relaxed as if he was going on an outing.

Gin took out a piece of paper from the inner pocket of his windbreaker: "Haido-cho 3-chome, old warehouse area!" Shen Yuan whistled: "It seems that the person I'm working with today is not very friendly!" The sports car weaved flexibly in the traffic and rushed towards the target.

The sunlight shines through the windshield, casting mottled shadows on the two people.

The silver Porsche was parked quietly in the shadow of the warehouse area. Gin got out of the car to do the task. Shen Yuan leaned lazily on the seat and helped him "keep watch". He watched the slender figure disappear behind the rusty iron gate, then slowly took out his mobile phone.

The screen lit up, and several news pushes immediately popped up—[Police heroically defused the bomb! The crisis at the Touto Tower has been resolved!] [Inspector Megure: We will never compromise with crime!] [The Explosive Ordnance Disposal Team has achieved another remarkable feat, ensuring the safety of Tokyo residents!] Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow and clicked on one of the videos.

In the news footage, the reporter stood in front of the Dongdu Tower and enthusiastically praised the police's "quick response" and "professionalism". The camera swept across the police who were maintaining order at the scene, and everyone had a rare solemnity and pride on their faces.

"...This incident once again proves that our police force is trustworthy!" The host spoke passionately, "In times of crisis, they will always be the citizens' strongest backing!" Shen Yuan sneered, swiping the screen with his fingertips to turn to the comment section.

The past is full of "police incompetence"

The words "the detective is justice" have now all turned into praise - "The police are really awesome this time!"

"Finally, we don't have to rely solely on detectives!"

"Officer Matsuda looked so handsome when he defuses the bomb!" - It's interesting that everyone is still immersed in yesterday's news.

When Gin pushed open the car door, Shen Yuan smelled a faint smell of blood.

The murderous aura on the man had not yet completely dissipated. There was a little dust on the hem of his black windbreaker, and dark red marks were faintly visible on his knuckles.

"The boss is so efficient. Does this count as contributing to reducing Japan's population burden?" Shen Yuan swiped the screen of his mobile phone without raising his head. The exaggerated praise of the news anchor echoed in the car, "...The police responded quickly and successfully resolved the crisis..." Gin lit a cigarette, and the smell of mint mixed with the smell of gunpowder filled the car.

"Are you keeping an eye on the bomber?"

"Yes.

The bomb incident isn't over yet, there's still a follow-up. That guy planted the first bomb on my car yesterday, so of course I have to pay attention to it!" Shen Yuan spoke in a relaxed tone, as if this was a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

The air in the car suddenly stagnated.

Shen Yuan's fingertips that were swiping the screen paused slightly.

An invisible sense of oppression spread in the small space, like the sudden drop in air pressure before a storm, making even breathing become sticky.