I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

Shen Yuan felt pain and retaliated by leaving a few scratches on Gin's back.

"Are you born in the year of the dog?" Shen Yuan grabbed Gin's hair again.

Gin responded by rubbing his Adam's apple with the tip of his teeth, and his palm slid down the hollow of his waist, leaving red fingerprints on the full curve.

Shen Yuan suddenly tightened his fingers, causing Gin's scalp to hurt, which in turn resulted in Gin's more ferocious movements.

This love affair was as intense as their fight. No one was willing to show weakness, yet they found a delicate balance on the edge of pain and pleasure.

The metal barrel of the Beretta gun at the head of the bed reflected the two entangled bodies.

At the last moment, Shen Yuan raised his neck, his Adam's apple rolled, and his nails scratched winding red marks on Gin's back, while Gin grabbed his waist and held him tightly in his arms.

As his breathing gradually subsided, Shen Yuan lazily lay on Gin's chest, his fingertips occasionally playing with the other's silver hair.

"Next time..." His voice was still hoarse from the love affair, "I will definitely win it back!" Gin snorted and put his palm on the purple fingerprints on his lower back: "Dream on!" Outside the window, the night in Tokyo was deep, and the heavy curtains blocked out all the noise.

In this bedroom full of cold and hard lines, there is only the intertwined breaths and the lingering scent of lust.

The next day - the bedroom was still shrouded in darkness, with the blackout curtains tightly blocking out all sunlight.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of a cell phone broke the silence.

A white arm stretched out from the black quilt, and the slender fingers groped on the metal table, knocking over the Beretta and scratching it open. Shen Yuan finally touched the vibrating mobile phone, hooked it with his fingertips, and dragged the phone into the quilt.

"Hmm?" He answered the phone, his voice noticeably hoarse.

Conan on the opposite side was obviously stunned for a moment: "Brother Shen...what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Shen Yuan blinked slowly, and his confused brain gradually became clear.

He turned his aching neck and glanced at his side—Gin was no longer in the bed, but the faint scent of cedar still lingered on the pillow.

"It's Conan!" He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound normal, "Nothing, I slept too late last night.

What's wrong?" Conan's voice was full of confusion: "It's just... I called Brother Shen yesterday but couldn't get through, so I called this morning to check!" He paused, "If I can't get through again, I'll think about calling the police.

"Oh, Brother Shen, have you seen the news?" Shen Yuan knew that Conan was asking why he couldn't contact him about the bomb incident yesterday. He knew Conan would definitely call him, so he specifically blocked those who could contact "Shen Yuan" yesterday.

"I'm sorry, Conan," he said sincerely, "I took Lightning to the forest to play yesterday. We met a 'wolf' and got into some trouble. We came back very late and didn't see the news!" He paused deliberately, "What's wrong? Did something happen?" Conan seemed to put aside his doubts for the time being: "Nothing, it's just that the bomber from before planted a bomb again yesterday, and Officer Matsuda almost got into trouble!"

"What?" Shen Yuan immediately pretended to be shocked, "Yesterday? I thought that according to the previous rules, the next bomb drop would be two or three years later!" Conan's thoughtful voice came from the other end of the phone: "Maybe... because we found the bomb before, he failed to achieve his goal of provoking the police, so he was angry out of shame!" At this moment, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

The silver-gray cheetah slipped in silently, its ice-blue eyes gleaming in the dim light.

Lightning jumped onto the bed lightly, and his huge body pressed directly on Shen Yuan's chest.

"Woo——" Shen Yuan was caught off guard and groaned under the pressure.

"Brother Shen?" Conan asked vigilantly, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's okay..." Shen Yuan pushed Lightning's head away with difficulty, "Lightning, this guy, is using me as a cushion again!" Conan's laughter came from the other end of the phone: "He must be hungry, it's getting late now!" Lightning's ears moved, and he suddenly moved close to the phone and made a low "Meow--!" as a greeting to Conan.

Shen Yuan rubbed Lightning's head and continued to ask, "How is Officer Matsuda?" Conan's voice became serious: "Officer Matsuda is fine now... He originally wanted to sacrifice himself and pass on the bomb warning yesterday, but at the last second all the electronic systems near the Ferris wheel were paralyzed," Conan continued, with confusion in his tone, "Mobile phones, police cars... including bombs, so Officer Matsuda is fine. That's why I asked Dr. Agasa to fix the phone so that I could call Brother Shen!" Shen Yuan looked shocked, "Isn't this amazing? According to what you said, someone should have used superconductivity or magnetic waves or something like that. What does the doctor say? Do you know who did it?" Conan sighed: "The doctor also guessed so, but he said that these technologies currently only exist in theory.

It was originally a concept proposed by the United States, and I haven't heard of anyone actually developing it!" He paused, "And there were too many people gathered under the Ferris wheel at the time, so I'm really not sure who did it!" On the other end of the phone, Shen Yuan's lips curled up slightly, but his voice was full of regret: "Is that so..." Lightning seemed to sense his master's emotions, his ice-blue eyes staring at him, and his tail gently swept across his wrist.

Conan said again: "By the way, Brother Shen, we are going to celebrate with Officer Matsuda tonight, do you want to come too?" Celebrate~ Will we meet Amuro Toru? A hint of interest flashed in Shen Yuan's eyes.

He was very curious about Amuro Toru's current state, whether he had reacted to the Japanese he said yesterday, and about the "EMP Cannon", and whether he had verified what he said.

"Okay," he agreed readily, "I'll be there later!" After Conan told him the place and time of the dinner, he hung up the phone.

Shen Yuan threw his phone aside and sank into the soft bed.

Lightning took the opportunity to rest his large head on his stomach, his snoring making his chest numb.

"You said..." He rubbed Lightning's ears and said to himself, "Will something interesting happen tonight?" Lightning meowed, and it was not known whether it was a response or just a way of acting coquettish.

Shen Yuan smiled and scratched its chin, but his eyes fell on the door - he didn't know when the silver-haired killer leaned against it and how long he had been listening to the phone.

Shen Yuan smiled at him.

Chapter 157 Poor Vodka

The night scene of Tokyo was cut into pieces by neon lights, and the Porsche 356A drove smoothly on the street.

Vodka gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, looking straight ahead. The rearview mirror reflected two figures in the back seat - the collar of Gin's black windbreaker was slightly open, and the faintly visible teeth marks on his pale skin were particularly eye-catching.

A burning cigarette was pinched between his slender fingers, and the smoke swirled in the car, making his stern profile even sharper.

Shen Yuan leaned casually on the other side, tapping the car window with his fingertips from time to time, his whole body exuding a sense of careless laziness.

There was clearly a distance between the two, but it seemed as if there was an invisible thing binding them together.

Vodka in front was sweating from gripping the steering wheel, not daring to look back. He thought of the teeth marks he saw on his elder brother's neck when he picked him up today. Vodka wished he could poke out his own eyes, feeling that he would be silenced at any time.

"Vodka!" Shen Yuan suddenly spoke, his voice processed by a voice changer with a bit of teasing, "Look, my boss and I are so good to you. It's obviously your mission, and we even specially accompanied you there!" Vodka: "..." His hands holding the steering wheel tightened slightly, and he complained wildly in his heart - "Accompany me to complete the mission? You are obviously here to watch the fun!" But he didn't dare to say it because there were big Buddhas sitting in the back.

He, Vodka, a core member of the Black Organization and Big Brother Gin's most trusted partner, could only swallow his complaints and replied dryly: "...Thank you, Monk!" Shen Yuan smiled with satisfaction, turned to look at Gin, and said lightly: "Boss, do you think the 'little detective' will smell the scent and come here this time?" Gin glanced at him coldly, his thin lips slightly parted: "Is this why you insisted on coming here today? To watch the fun?" Shen Yuan spread his hands and smiled even more deeply: "How can you say it's to watch the fun? I'm giving him a stress test, letting him experience the feeling of walking on the edge of life and death!" In fact, he felt a little bored recently. Whether he was "Monk" or "Shen Yuan", he had never seen Amuro Toru. It was as if he was shrinking somewhere to lick his wounds, inexplicably hiding. Hiss... Could this righteous man be losing his mind? No, Amuro Toru is not such a weak person.

Shen Yuan continued to have fun with Vodka, looked up at him, and said with regret: "Poor Vodka, you will probably be punished for failing the mission this time. What kind of punishment will it be? Will it be flogging, or will you be sent as an experimental subject? Probably not. You just failed once and cannot be treated as a waste. You are still valuable, so don't worry, you will come back after suffering a little!" Vodka: "???" Shen Yuan smiled and added to Gin: "So the boss should thank me, otherwise you will be the one who suffers physically later.

It is because of my kind reminder that you are so lucky!" Vodka: "..." He already felt the pain from the whip.

—Can you please not say that to my face!!! —Brother is fine, but I'm the one who was hurt! Doesn't your conscience hurt?! The Porsche quickly stopped at their destination—Xianqiao Station.

The lights at Xianqiao Station cast pale circles of light in the snowy night.

As soon as Vodka's figure disappeared at the stairs leading to the basement, Shen Yuan and Gin followed him. They kept a certain distance behind him, and the snow groaned softly under the soles of their leather shoes.

Vodka, who had just been in the car and clearly knew there would be a trap, actually started smoking a cigarette in the basement. After seeing the locker with the check, he spat the cigarette on the ground and ran to get the check. He opened the locker and saw that the disk software needed for the transaction was stuck in the locker with transparent tape, so he started to tear off the tape.

Gin looked at his actions and cursed him as an idiot, then walked over to Shen Yuan in anticipation, "Are you an idiot?" Gin took out a gun and put it against Vodka's head.

"Brother...?" Vodka's pupils constricted, confused as to what he had done wrong. Could he really be silenced just because he wasn't blind? "Throwing a cigarette butt on the ground—what kind of foolish act? Trying to leave your DNA behind?" Vodka finally woke up, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. "Brother... This is the mission disk!" He hurriedly handed it to Gin and then squatted down to pick up the still-smoking cigarette butt.

Gin picked up the disk that Vodka had just removed, opened it and saw that there was a transmitter attached to the inside of the box.

A dangerous sneer appeared on his lips as he held the disk up to Vodka's eyes.

"Were you just about to take off your gloves and open the disk?" Gin's voice was filled with biting sarcasm, "and then have this transmitter transmit your fingerprint somewhere?" Vodka's eyes widened, his face instantly turning pale: "That Itakura guy was playing a trick on me?!"

"It may not be Itakura. It's snowing outside, which stimulates the sympathetic nerves and increases the burden on the heart. That guy Itakura has a heart disease and it's unlikely for him to come to such a cold place!" Gin suddenly tilted his head and bit the fingertips of his left glove, then took off the glove. His silver hair fell with this action, and a hint of predator's interest flashed in his slightly narrowed green eyes.

When his bare palm touched the disk, Gin's mouth curled up in a playful arc.

"Oh...it's still warm!" His voice was low and dangerous, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue. "It seems this 'little mouse' just held it in its arms and took it out not long ago. So...the 'little mouse' is probably shivering in a corner right now?"

"Let's look for him!" Gin's footsteps echoed in the basement, and each step was precisely placed in the gap between Conan's violent heartbeats.

Gin deliberately slowed down his pace, and the sound of his leather shoes hitting the ground was infinitely amplified in the empty space.

Vodka followed him, his heavy breathing particularly obvious in the silence.

When he finally checked near locker No. 219, Gin suddenly stopped and gently stroked the number on the locker door with his slender fingers.

"Listen..." He lowered his voice with a bit of malicious pleasure, "Is there something small shaking?" Conan, who was hiding in cabinet 219, bit his lips hard, and cold sweat soaked the shirt on the back.

He could clearly hear Gin's footsteps getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of his cabinet door.

The door was slowly opened a crack - he was finished! Suddenly, Gin's finger stopped in mid-air, "Did you hear that sound? Tick-tick...tick-tick... Does it sound like some kind of countdown?" Vodka's face turned pale in an instant: "Brother! Could it be...!" Gin's green eyes under his silver hair flashed with a hint of teasing, and he said: "Maybe, there might be a trap waiting for us. Monk is still waiting for us in the car!" He deliberately sighed, "Let's stop here for today!" The footsteps of the two gradually faded away, but Conan was still curled up in the locker, not daring to breathe hard.

Chapter 158 The Good Show 1

Vodka stood in front of the apartment door holding a lunch box with the words "Taketori-tei" printed on it. Looking at the lunch box in his hand, he really couldn't understand why his elder brother specifically asked him to buy food from this restaurant. This restaurant was famous for its Kansai style, and it didn't look like the style that his elder brother would favor.

After the doorbell rang three times, the heavy wooden door slid open silently.

A silver-gray cheetah crouched at the entrance, its tail gently wagging.

Seeing the lightning appear here, Vodka already had a bad premonition. He turned his head and sure enough - in the living room, Shen Yuan was wearing a dark blue bathrobe and lazily curled up in a corner of the sofa.

Vodka was shocked!!! - So I always saw Shen coming out of Big Brother's house because they had been living together? Vodka's eyes turned into small eyes, and he looked at Lightning again, not knowing where to put his eyes for a moment.

Gin sat at the other end of the sofa, his black turtleneck sweater outlining his slender waistline.

The laptop screen in front of him glowed coldly, and his slender fingers tapped on the keyboard.

After seeing Vodka, he said to Shen Yuan, "The grilled fish you asked for is here!" Shen Yuan stretched, and the cuffs of his pajamas slipped down, revealing a faint mark on his wrist.

"Thank you for your hard work, Vodka," his voice was filled with a satisfied laziness, "Just put it on the dining table!" Vodka walked towards the restaurant mechanically, feeling like an intruder who had accidentally entered someone else's private space.

He carefully opened the package, and the aroma of grilled fish immediately filled the air.

When Shen Yuan came to the table to eat, Vodka stood in front of Gin waiting for his further instructions.

Gin finally stopped typing on the keyboard and leaned back on the sofa.

He slowly crossed his legs, and the slender lines wrapped in black trousers outlined a strong sense of explosion in the sunlight.

"Tomorrow night at seven o'clock!" Gin spoke, his deep voice carrying a compelling edge, "The port will hold an 'unseasonable Halloween party'!" He raised his eyes slightly, his gray-green pupils gleaming dangerously in the shadows, like a wolf stalking its prey in the dark night, "You put on your themed makeup and go over!" Vodka widened his eyes in shock: "Brother, why should I go to that kind of place?" A chuckle came from the restaurant.

Shen Yuan picked up a piece of fish with the tip of his chopsticks and said without turning his head, "Because that woman Vermouth wants us to pay attention to that place!" He turned his head, with a mischievous gleam in his deep brown eyes, "She wants to use this matter to distract our attention, so let's give her this face!" Vodka pouted, wanting to ask why he was going alone, but swallowed the words back when they reached his lips.

Shen Yuan seemed to see through his thoughts, and a playful arc appeared on the corner of his lips: "Vodka, do you feel wronged to go alone?" Vodka shuddered, and cold sweat instantly seeped out of his back.

He straightened his back, his voice unconsciously rising an octave: "I'm not wronged! Big brother assigning me this kind of mission shows his trust in me! I promise to complete the task!" Shen Yuan chuckled, his eyes swept over Gin with a wicked look, and his tone was light: "Then you can make friends with Detective Maori as Uozuka!" He paused, a cunning light flashing in his eyes, "Your big brother and I have another appointment!"

He pronounced the word "date" in a particularly frivolous way, with the ending tone rising as if he was expecting some interesting performance.

Vodka stole a glance at Gin and found that his elder brother still had no expression on his face, but his brows had softened a little. Vodka looked at this scene and his shoulders slumped unconsciously: "Okay, I understand!"——————The night was as dark as ink, and the searchlights at the dock cast pale spots of light between the containers.

Shen Yuan put on Monk's mask and went with Gin to a commanding height of the stacked containers at the dock where Amuro Toru had told them to be.

Gin stood in the shadows, the cold light from his phone screen illuminating his angular profile.

The silver-haired killer tapped his slender fingers rapidly on the screen, occasionally looking up at the dock below.

"Hey, ah," Shen Yuan sat on the edge of the container and swung his legs, the lens of the telescope reflecting the lights in the distance, "When will our Miss Vermouth come?" He dragged out the last syllable.

Toru Amuro silently wiped the scope of his sniper rifle, his purple-gray eyes dark under his blond hair.

His hands moved meticulously, as if he was oblivious to Shen Yuan's words.

Shen Yuan put down the telescope and turned to look at Amuro Toru: "I didn't expect that Vermouth would ask you, Bourbon, to cooperate with her this time. It seems that she trusts you very much!" He deliberately emphasized the word "trust".

The container swayed slightly in the night wind. Amuro Toru paused while wiping the sight, then continued with his work.

The metal parts collided with each other, making a crisp sound that was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

"Shouldn't Cohen or Chianti be called as the sniper?" Shen Yuan tilted his head, with a playful arc at the corner of his lips, "She has a very bad relationship with people. Since she couldn't hire a professional sniper, she called you, an intelligence expert!" The night wind suddenly became cold, and Amuro Toru's bangs were blown messy.

He remained silent, but the fingers holding the gun tightened slightly, and the knuckles turned white.

"Bourbon, why aren't you so enthusiastic anymore?" Shen Yuan suddenly leaned forward, his silver hair falling. "I still remember you were very enthusiastic towards me before!" His voice suddenly lowered, filled with innocent doubt. "Could it be... because of the EMP Cannon incident, you won't be friends with me anymore?"

"Or is it that the EMP Cannon you sent out anonymously has returned to the organization, and you are very disappointed?" Shen Yuan's voice was as light as a feather, but it hit Amuro Toru's heart with a heavy weight.

Amuro Toru's breathing paused imperceptibly.

He remembered the device that he had marked and sent to the public security bureau, and then... the task that Rum assigned him was to hand over this thing to someone else. The mark on it was still there, which was indeed ironic.

Toru Amuro kept his head down, a storm brewing in his purple-gray eyes. He thought of Keimitsu Morifushi - the best friend who was exposed without any warning and chose to die to keep the secret.

Was Jingguang's exposure really an accident?

Chapter 159 The Good Show 2

The night was as dark as ink, and the salty sea breeze carried the smell of diesel across the container yard.

Shen Yuan knelt on the edge of the container, his silver shoulder-length hair swaying slightly in the sea breeze.

He held up the telescope, his dark brown eyes reflecting the lights of the distant dock.

"Here they come!" Shen Yuan suddenly said softly, with some interest in his voice, "The actors are on stage!" Gin quickly turned off the screen of his mobile phone, and the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness, with only the faint light of the lighthouse in the distance.

Shen Yuan adjusted the focus of the telescope, and two speeding cars were reflected on the lens.

The screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground pierced the night sky. The car in front made a beautiful drift turn and stopped at the open space on the dock facing the car behind.

"Guess what," Shen Yuan tilted his head, "Which side is our Thousand-Faced Witch?" The left door of the car opened, and a young woman in a black tweed coat stepped out, her golden hair fluttering in the wind.

A young man in a neat suit walked down from the right, his tie rustling in the wind.

The two stood several meters apart, the moonlight casting a long shadow between them.

Shen Yuan looked at the appearance in the telescope and deliberately asked in confusion: "This? One of them is Vermouth, right? Do you know which one it is, Bourbon? Who is the other one?" Amuro Toru aimed the scope downwards, his purple-gray eyes swept over the figures in the distance, and he said the first sentence of the night with sarcasm: "Aren't you a stealth expert? Haven't you figured out Vermouth's situation yet?" Shen Yuan shrugged and continued to observe the dramatic scene in the distance.

The young man suddenly raised his hand and tore off the mask on his face, and his long golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall - Vermouth's iconic smile was particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.

"Ah, Miss Vermouth revealed the answer herself!" Shen Yuan's voice was filled with surprise, as if he had just found out the answer.

He adjusted the focus and watched as Vermouth's gun was accurately shot down by the blonde woman opposite. The crisp sound of metal hitting the ground seemed to be heard from a long distance away.