I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

Every syllable seemed to be saturated with some kind of dark pleasure, as if enjoying this kind of decadent pleasure.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of the seat, the rhythm lazy and dangerous, as if he was ready to make any deal.

At this moment, he is no longer the undercover policeman struggling between light and darkness.

Something more primitive and more dangerous awakened in him - the essence of "Bourbon", the face of the organization's best intelligence expert.

His eyes became unusually bright, as if he was relieved after finally taking off all his disguises, or as if it was his last carnival before falling into the abyss.

That look was too naked, too dangerous, as if silently declaring: he was ready to pay any price, even selling his soul to the devil.

Shen Yuan blinked his innocent eyes and suddenly handed over the controller in his hand.

"Don't think of us as so sinister and vicious!" He said in a light tone, as if discussing today's weather, "We have made great contributions to world peace and justice!" He paused, thought seriously, and nodded.

"That's right, I really haven't done anything bad!" Gin: "..." Shen Yuan said again: "Don't hesitate, take it, your friend doesn't have much time left!" He tilted his head, his tone so relaxed that it didn't sound like he was talking about life and death, "If you doubt what we just said, you can use this thing to verify it - will the things submitted anonymously eventually appear in your organization!" He smiled, and a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

"You just need to stick to what you believe in justice and get rid of the organization's big boss... that would be a great help to me and Gin!" - 03:15 - Amuro Toru knew he had no time left.

The moment Toru Amuro's fingers touched the metal controller, a cold shudder spread from his fingertips to his whole body.

He knew clearly that once he took this opportunity, there would be no turning back.

This is not a simple deal, but a pact with the devil.

He was about to tear up his oath as a policeman with his own hands and step into the dark abyss that he had vowed to destroy.

From now on, he will associate with these people who roam in the shadows and become a black piece on their chessboard.

The controller felt heavy in his palm, like a red-hot iron destined to leave a permanent mark on his soul.

"Justice"? What an ironic word.

From this moment on, the justice he upholds will forever be stained with dark blood.

But at this moment, he had no choice.

——In order to save one person, he is willing to let millions of himself die.

Amuro Toru took one last deep look at Shen Yuan, his eyes filled with too many complex emotions: determination, hatred, gratitude, and something indescribable... He turned around abruptly, pushed open the car door without hesitation, and ran towards the Ferris wheel.

The afternoon sun was so dazzling that it made people cry, but his eyes were hotter than the sun.

The wind whistled in his ears, as if trying to blow away the last bit of hesitation in the depths of his soul.

Every step I take on the ground seems to crush the principled self of the past.

He knew that from now on, Rei Furuya would be forever trapped in the shadow of this day.

The only one who survives is "Bourbon".

——00:02——Inspector Megure’s mobile phone has received a reminder text message from Jinpei Matsuda.

——00:01——Everyone’s heart almost stopped beating at this second.

Jinpei Matsuda stood in the cabin of the Ferris wheel, looking at the crowd below through the glass.

His expression was calm, even with a hint of relief in his smile, as if he had already accepted his own ending.

Takagi gripped the intercom tightly, Sato's nails dug deep into his palms. They were all waiting for the final judgment of the god of death, and then - "Bang!" A loud bang exploded, but it did not come from the Ferris wheel.

Outside the crowd, a man wearing a baseball cap was suddenly hit in the face by a fierce football. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

Conan's glasses reflected a cold light. He put down his feet and said in a calm voice that didn't sound like a child: "Catch him, he is the bomber!" Almost at the same time - Toru Amuro stood at the edge of the cordon and pressed the start button of the EMP Cannon heavily with his thumb.

"Buzz—" An invisible electromagnetic pulse instantly spread out with him as the center. The lights on the Ferris wheel suddenly went out, and all electronic equipment fell silent at the same second.

——The bomb did not explode.

——The countdown stopped forever at 00:01.

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted into deafening cheers.

The police rushed towards the criminal who was knocked down by the football. Sato hugged Takagi, Xiaolan cried with joy, and even Inspector Megure took off his hat and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Only Toru Amuro stood there, without looking back at the cheering crowd.

He looked beyond the clamor into the distance—the silver Porsche was slowly driving away from the scene and silently disappearing at the end of the street.

Toru Amuro looked down at the EMP Cannon in his hand, and the metal shell still felt cold.

——He just saved Matsuda.

——But he also accepted the invitation from darkness with his own hands.

The wind blew his golden hair, taking away the last bit of hesitation.

Chapter 152 Gin's Secret 1

The blazing sunlight streamed into the Porsche through the windshield.

The silver car body shone brightly under the scorching sun, and the air-conditioning vents emitted a slight hum.

Gin leaned back in the passenger seat, a lit cigarette between his slender fingers.

The sunlight gilded his silver hair, but could not reach his dark green eyes.

The smoke, tinted pale blue in the sunlight, curled around his angular features, adding a touch of dangerous charm to him.

His face was sunken in the shadows, like a dormant wolf, silent and oppressive.

Shen Yuan took off his mask and voice changer, restoring his original appearance and voice.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, glanced at Gin out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

——Tsk, low pressure.

He chuckled and said cheerfully, "Boss, I'm just contributing to your 'bright future', right?" Gin didn't say anything, but just took another puff of his cigarette, and the smoke swirled in the car.

Shen Yuan continued, "Look, I've caused a lot of trouble to your big boss and the Japanese high-level officials!" He tilted his head and smiled even more deeply, "Shouldn't we celebrate?" In response, Gin sneered.

The spark of the cigarette flickered in the darkness, and Gin finally spoke, his voice low and dangerous: "When did you know?" Shen Yuan was stunned for a moment, then realized that Gin was asking him when he knew the true identity of Amuro Toru.

His eyes flashed and he deliberately answered the question irrelevantly: "Boss, I reminded you before!" He said innocently, "When I was in the hospital, I said that he was the apprentice of Detective Maori, and I think he is a very righteous person!" He paused, smiling: "It's you, boss, who doesn't care!" Gin sneered and said nothing more.

Shen Yuan: "..." "Do you believe it or not? Why don't you tell me? How come you've also learned the Riddler's tricks?" Silence fell once again in the car, with only the low hum of the engine and the subtle sound of burning tobacco.

Shen Yuan tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel and glanced at the rearview mirror - in the distance, a helicopter had been dispatched, and the cheers of the crowd were faintly audible to the police officer on the Ferris wheel that had completely stopped turning.

And they were heading in opposite directions.

The Porsche drove through the bustling streets of Tokyo and finally stopped in a secluded warehouse area.

Vodka, who had just returned from Akita, was already waiting there. When he saw the car stop, he immediately came forward. His expression behind his sunglasses was as loyal and honest as ever.

"Brother!" He nodded respectfully to Gin, then handed him a metal suitcase, his voice filled with pride of having accomplished a task, "I got the thing!" Gin took the box, fiddled with the combination lock with his fingertips twice, and with a light "click", the box opened.

He swept his cold eyes across the box, and after confirming that everything was correct, he said "hmm" lightly, which was considered as approval.

Shen Yuan leaned lazily against the car door, the sunlight dancing on his silver-gray hair.

With a mischievous smile on his lips, he said in a cheerful tone, "Thank you for your hard work. Vodka went to Akita alone to complete the mission today." The ending tone was deliberately prolonged, with obvious teasing meaning.

Vodka's mouth twitched, and he lamented in his heart: It's not hard work, but life is miserable.

But what could he say? Was he supposed to complain to his brother about the difficult roads in Akita's countryside and how his target was so elusive? He immediately straightened his back and, like a soldier undergoing inspection, shouted in a resounding voice, "It's because of your trust in me that you let me go on this mission alone! It's my honor!" He nodded vigorously, as if that would make him more convincing.

Gin ignored Vodka's stupid behavior, picked up the suitcase and returned to the car, saying, "Let's go to Arak's place!" With the roar of the engine, the Porsche sped away, leaving only a cloud of exhaust fumes for Vodka and Shen Yuan's hand waving casually from the car window.

Vodka stood there, his eyes wide behind his sunglasses. "What about me? Bro, you forgot what you told me to do next!" The Porsche slowly pulled up in the underground parking lot of "Niu Fues Co., Ltd."

The two of them walked through the front desk as if they were familiar with the place. Gin took out the pure black card again, and the dark silver line on the edge glowed coldly under the light.

The receptionist's smile remained standard, but when she saw Shen Yuan, there was a hint of subtle curiosity in her eyes.

As the elevator descended, the familiar feeling of weightlessness came over me.

Shen Yuan leaned against the metal wall, tapping the armrest lightly with his fingertips, while Gin smoked silently, the smoke swirling in the enclosed space.

--Ding.

The elevator door slid open, and the dazzling white light poured in again... Arak stood in the laboratory waiting. She was still wearing a white coat, with a sandy linen robe underneath. The lapels of the robe were embroidered with ancient Arabic patterns with indigo silk thread.

The loose cuffs slid down as she raised her hand to greet someone, revealing several thin silver chains on her wrist, which shone faintly in the cold light.

Seeing Gin and Shen Yuan coming together again, a strange look flashed in her eyes, but she didn't say much. She just nodded at Gin and asked, "Boss, how is the situation?" Gin didn't waste any words and handed the suitcase over directly.

Arak took it, lightly ran his fingertips across the box, and the metal lock popped open.

Three transparent potions lay quietly in the box, the liquid emitting a faint blue light, like the fluorescence of some deep-sea creature.

"Is this the 'Messenger'?" She raised her eyebrows, her tone hinting at amusement. "It seems the Akita test site yielded quite good results?" Gin responded with a cold "hmm".

Arak casually placed the box on a metal table beside her. It seemed that she had lost interest in the potion. She turned her gaze to Shen Yuan, with an inquiring light flashing in her amber pupils.

"Monk, how is it?" She tilted her head slightly, "Is the mask I provided you comfortable to wear?" Shen Yuan gave a thumbs up and smiled brightly: "Very good, good breathability, no foreign body sensation, and the expression is natural!" Arak nodded with satisfaction, and asked again: "Have you met Vermouth? Did she notice anything unusual?" Shen Yuan shrugged: "I have met her a few times, there is nothing unusual!" Arak smiled proudly, "Of course, I keep up with the times!" She spoke in a light tone, with a bit of show-off, "This is the most advanced technology now, Vermouth's set..." She paused, and smiled deeper, "It's already an outdated method of the previous generation!" Shen Yuan blinked, revealing some curiosity as if he didn't understand Vermouth at all: "I see Vermouth is dressed as a man, and there is no flaw if you don't look closely. Tell me about her? The methods of the previous generation... who did she learn from?" Arak laughed when she heard this question, with obvious disdain in her laughter: "Who knows?" She fiddled with the silver chain on her wrist nonchalantly, "She is the one who always says 'secrets make women more charming', who knows where she learned it? And no one knows what kind of monster is under that beautiful skin!" She narrowed her eyes and said in a sarcastic tone: "She actually still wants to be an old cow eating young grass..." Before she finished speaking, Gin's cold voice interrupted her directly: "Monk, let's go!" Shen Yuan looked at Gin's back as he turned around, and then looked at Arak, who shrugged indifferently, and the silver chain swayed gently with her movements.

Shen Yuan smiled, asked no more questions, and quickly followed.

He didn't continue the previous topic. As for the previous rumor about "Martini"? That was just Vermouth's wishful thinking.

Chapter 153 Gin's Secret 2

Inside the Porsche, Gin smoked silently, the gray smoke swirling inside the car, blurring his sharp outline.

Shen Yuan sat in the driver's seat, tapping the steering wheel lightly with his fingers, glancing at Gin from time to time, and finally couldn't help asking: "Boss, what is a 'messenger'? Can I know?" Gin silently finished a cigarette, then put out the cigarette butt in the car ashtray.

Just when Shen Yuan thought he wouldn't speak, Gin's deep voice finally rang out: "'Messenger' is a nano-signal simulator that can be implanted in a living organism and can simulate the biological signals of specific humans!" Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows: "What is this for?" Gin raised his hand and tapped a spot above his clavicle with his fingertips: "There's a biological bomb buried here!" Shen Yuan thought of the scar he had seen before, "If the biological information is lost, this thing will explode!" Gin continued, "It has no other use, it's just helpful for dealing with the bodies of members who died accidentally. Similarly, if you take this thing out, it will explode!" At this time, Gin's voice coincided with what Shen Yuan was thinking - "It will alarm him"/it will alarm Karasuma Renya.

Shen Yuan recalled the location of the scar he saw on Gin, and remembered that the scars on Amuro Toru and Akai Shuichi seemed to be in similar places. He asked thoughtfully: "Bourbon and the green-eyed man are...seemingly in the same place, right?" He paused deliberately, his tone a little teasing: "Are everyone's biological bombs in that position? Doesn't it just depend on who has the scar to know who is yours?" Gin glanced at him, his eyes as if he was looking at an idiot.

"I chose the location myself!" he said coldly, "I just thought it would be convenient for me to remove it later.

Scars are for remembering places, don’t they? Hum…” – the implication is self-evident.

Shen Yuan shrugged and couldn't help laughing: "They are indeed a group of overconfident people who only believe in themselves!" Gin ignored him and looked out the window.

The Porsche drew a silver trail in the twilight, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the windshield, casting mottled light and shadow on Gin's well-defined profile.

The interior of the car was filled with a mixture of leather and gun oil, and the cold light of the dashboard reflected the silent profiles of the two people.

"Then, Boss," Shen Yuan suddenly broke the silence, "Did your 'Messenger' succeed?" Gin's eyes were still fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, his Adam's apple moving slightly: "Not yet!" Gin's voice was a little low, "Biological information is constantly being metabolized.

Cellular memory lasts for a maximum of seventy-two hours, after which the signal becomes distorted!" The Porsche entered the tunnel, and darkness instantly engulfed the car.

The blue light of the dashboard danced in Gin's eyes, just like the fluorescent culture medium in the laboratory.

"This batch of 'messengers' has the longest shelf life, one week!" The light at the tunnel exit gradually grew brighter, and Gin narrowed his eyes. "We will send them to Arak to test the stability of the gene guidance!" Shen Yuan nodded thoughtfully.

"Boss," Shen Yuan suddenly spoke, his tone somewhat tentative, "From the looks of it, you seem quite disdainful of the boss of your organization.

"Tell me about your experience. How did you join this organization?" Gin lit another cigarette. When Shen Yuan thought he would remain silent, he heard Gin's low voice slowly ringing: "I am originally from the Republic of Northern Ajara..." Through Gin's narration, Shen Yuan learned that his father was Caucasian and his mother was from the Alva tribe in Dagestan - a mountain ethnic group living at an altitude of more than 3,000 meters.

There is snow all year round and the wind is cold. The Alvar people have the mark of the snowfield running in their blood, and their silver hair is the most obvious sign.

——It turns out that it’s not a product of an experiment... Shen Yuan had previously thought that Gin’s silver hair was caused by some organization’s human experiment.

At the age of eight, Gin joined the Mountain Scouts.

That was no ordinary youth training camp, but a melting pot for cultivating war machines.

The children learned ambush in the snow at minus 20 degrees Celsius, practiced rock climbing on cliffs, and disassembled rusty rifles with frozen fingers.

Those who survive will either become hunters or become prey.

When he was twelve years old, his country collapsed.

Gin became an exile, wandering between the battlefields of Chechnya, the black market of Georgia, and the underworld of Russia.

He is like a lone wolf, sharpening his claws in the bloody rules of survival.

At the age of fifteen, his name appeared on the Dark List, a young killer who had never failed.

Then he naturally joined this organization. The reason he joined was that he was attracted by what they called pure darkness and the law of the jungle. However, after really understanding it, he found that it was not the case - the big boss of the organization was afraid of death and never dared to show up. He was still pursuing ridiculous immortality. Therefore, scientific research talents in the organization had a special status. Then there were the "old ministers" around him. He trusted the old ministers who had been with him when he was young more than the fresh blood of the organization, so these people were very special... No matter how strong Gin's ability was, in his eyes, he was just a high-level thug.

This was a rule Gin loathed, but he was used to darkness and couldn't become a member of the light. The dark framework created by the organization satisfied him, so...was Gin planning to build his own kingdom on this ruin? —Interesting...truly fascinating! It was already dark when the Porsche slowly drove into the underground parking lot of the Shirokinada Apartments.

The two had just finished dinner outside - nothing happened, it was a very peaceful dinner.

The elevator rose steadily, and the metal wall reflected the figures of two people.

Shen Yuan tilted his head and raised a smile: "Boss, do you want to come to my house for a drink?" Gin's tongue touched his back teeth, and his eyes suddenly turned deep.

He thought again of the "good thing" that bastard had done this morning. He was thinking that when he came back in the evening, he must give Shen Yuan a "lesson" that would be impressive enough to make him remember it and know that he should not provoke others at will.