I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

When they arrived at the warehouse, they saw the familiar outline of the Lincoln Navigator L parked next to them in the night vision goggles - Vodka's mouth twitched.

Sure enough! When they arrived at the treasure hiding place Shen Yuan mentioned, Gin got off the car alone with three woven bags.

Vodka sat in the car, alert to the surrounding situation, and also to fulfill his role as the "blind man".

The wooden door of the warehouse slid open silently in Gin's hands.

Moonlight seeped in through the cracks, casting a silver line on the floor.

His dark green pupils shrank slightly in the darkness, and his sight swept across the entire first floor like a searchlight—the unusually "clean" ground in the southeast corner immediately caught his attention.

Because there is no foreign matter accumulated there.

The dull sound of leather soles hitting the floor was particularly clear in the empty warehouse.

Gin stopped in the corner and stomped his feet harder.

The hollow echo confirmed his suspicion.

Gin began to scan the surroundings for any suspicious objects. Then, the angle of a spiderweb-shaped wooden sculpture caught his attention. After all, who would normally place a decorative object at a four or five-degree angle? Gin reached out and tested the wood carving to confirm its connection to the counter. He straightened it, and the subtle click of a mechanical linkage echoed. Gin glanced at the floor diagonally in front of him. He had just heard a subtle movement there. So, was this a double mechanism? Gin stepped on the slightly loose floorboard, and the ground in the southeast corner gave way, revealing a dark entrance.

He stood at the edge, staring at the ground, amplifying his hearing and smelling carefully. The night wind brought up the musty smell of the basement. There was no smell of gunpowder, no smell of blood, only the smell of old wood and rusty metal. Then he walked down.

The basement steps groaned softly under his feet.

The beam of the flashlight pierced the darkness, illuminating stacks of neatly stacked gold bars, which glowed with a heavy dark yellow luster in the light.

Gin silently put down the woven bag and started working as a porter.

When the last woven bag was tied tightly, Gin's breathing remained steady.

He picked up two bags with one hand and grabbed the third with the other, his shoulder blades bulging sharply under his windbreaker.

As he stepped onto the stairs, they made a heavy sound under his feet.

When the moonlight shone on him again, three bulging woven bags cast hideous shadows at his feet.

Gin loaded the three bags of gold bars into the SUV.

The tire sank slightly due to the sudden increase in weight, and Vodka's eyes twitched when he saw it in the rearview mirror.

"Drive!" Gin said in a deep voice.

Vodka immediately withdrew his gaze and stepped on the accelerator carefully. He almost held his breath while steering the wheel, for fear of making any more noise.

When the car slowly drove to the village entrance, Gin suddenly said: "Go back!"

"Ah?" Vodka didn't react for a moment.

"Clear the tire tracks!" Gin said simply.

Vodka understood what Gin meant, got out of the car resignedly, and walked back to the warehouse. In the moonlight, there were clear tire marks on the mud in front of the warehouse, and the lines of varying depths were like arrows pointing to the crime scene.

He picked up some dead branches nearby and cleaned up the traces. After confirming that everything was correct, he returned to the village entrance and finally drove away.

Because of various things last night, Conan and the others went to bed late and got up late.

When they got up, the car driven by the Tottori Prefecture police had already made a mess in front of the warehouse, and there was no trace of the traces that had been made too clean by the vodka last night.

Conan and Amuro Toru have been thinking about the incident with the photo last night and have not paid much attention to the case. Hattori Heiji is whispering with Toyama Kazuha. Shen Yuan has never paid much attention to the criminals and is slowly drinking the coffee brought by Shioya Miyuki.

"What's going on?" Kogoro Mouri walked out yawning and rubbed his hair that was like a mess.

He looked at the group of absent-minded young people and muttered in confusion, "Aren't they usually the most active?" No one answered his question.

In the distance, Robert was escorted into a police car by two police officers. There was still a blood scab at the corner of his mouth from being kicked by Shen Yuan last night. He looked dazed, as if his soul had been taken away.

After breakfast, the roar of a motorcycle engine was heard in front of the Takeda family's door. Hattori Heiji filled up the car with gas at the Takeda family's house, "Hey, Ko--ahem, Conan!" He almost bit his tongue at Conan's eyes full of "murderous intent". A trace of embarrassment flashed across his dark face, but was quickly replaced by a hearty smile, "It doesn't count as your loss this time, we'll compete again next time!" He waved to the crowd: "Okay, goodbye! Next time anyone of you comes to Osaka, remember to find me, I'll treat you!" Before he finished speaking, he had stepped on the accelerator, and the motorcycle rushed out suddenly, with a burst of white smoke spewing out of the exhaust pipe.

Toyama Kazuha was sitting in the back seat and was caught off guard by inertia. She quickly hugged Hattori's waist and shouted angrily from afar: "Heiji! Slow down--!" The sound of the engine gradually faded away.

Then the Lincoln Navigator L also started and drove towards Tokyo.

Conan suddenly noticed that Kogoro Mouri was in a low mood, even his iconic mustache was drooping.

No longer thinking about the things that I couldn't figure out, I asked him curiously: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

"Mr. Xinyi only paid a deposit when he entrusted my father," Xiaolan explained in a low voice, "Now that the client has been killed, the balance payment is naturally due... and the last client became a criminal and was arrested by the police, so the balance payment is also..." She didn't finish, but everyone understood what she meant.

The corner of Amuro Toru's mouth twitched, thinking that Kogoro Mori's luck was indeed a mystery. Many times he could only receive a deposit for his commissions, but never any balance.

Conan silently pushed up his glasses.

If you think about it carefully, the luck of this confused detective's commissions is indeed a miracle in the industry - either the clients go bankrupt, go to jail or are killed.

Only one out of ten cases can fully collect the fees.

"Brother Maori," Shen Yuan's voice sounded with a smile, "I think in your case, the charging method should be changed to full payment in the future, instead of dividing it into two stages. Of course, the bill must be settled when the entrustment is made, otherwise, you won't even be able to receive the deposit!" A burst of laughter suddenly sounded in the car.

Maori Kogoro touched his chin and nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense... But what if the clients think it's too expensive?" Conan suggested: "Maybe uncle, you can say that if the commission fee is settled in one lump sum, you can offer a discount. It's better to charge less than nothing!" Maori Kogoro twisted Conan's head with his fist and said, "Kid, whose fault do you think it is that I'm so unlucky? It must be you who affected my luck!" The car echoed with light laughter...

Chapter 172 The Accident at Liushui Pavilion 1

When Shen Yuan and his companions entered the city of Tokyo, the midday sun was shining brightly.

Shen Yuan glanced at the time on his watch. "Brother Maori, it's lunchtime now." Shen Yuan held the steering wheel with one hand, turned to Maori Kogoro in the back seat and said with a smile, "I'll treat you to lunch. Anything is fine. Just think of it as a way to comfort you and make you happy!" Maori Kogoro, who had been slumped in the seat, suddenly jumped up, rolled up his sleeves with shining eyes, "I'm instantly refreshed when you say that! Let's go for a drink! I know there's a good izakaya in Ginza..."

"Dad!" Xiaolan immediately stopped him. "Really? How can you start drinking at noon? Besides, Brother Shen Yuan has to drive, so you can't drink!" Maori Kogoro curled his lips and leaned back in his seat like a deflated ball. "Then where do you want to go?" Xiaolan tilted her head and thought for a moment. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she took out her phone from her bag. "Oh! That's right!" She swiped the screen quickly. "Let's go to that buffet restaurant! It's hard to get a reservation there, but noon is just right, so there aren't many people!"

"Flowing Water Restaurant?" Maori Kogoro blinked, suddenly interested. "Could it be 'Flowing Water Pavilion'?"

"Yeah!" Xiaolan nodded vigorously and turned to Shen Yuan in the driver's seat to explain, "Brother Shen Yuan, 'Liushuiting' is a restaurant that delivers food by boat. It's very interesting.

Dining tables are arranged along the artificial stream, and the food will be placed on small boats and delivered to the guests along the water!" Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows with interest: "It sounds interesting, I haven't experienced it yet, let's go there!" At this moment, Amuro Toru, who had been silent all the time, apologized: "Well, I won't go!" He shook his phone, "I have some urgent matters to deal with, I need to go and take care of them, let's make an appointment next time!" Conan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The photo! He immediately raised his head: "Brother Amuro, I'll accompany you..."

"Conan is still in the growth stage, so he needs to eat on time.

You don't have to worry about me!" Amuro Toru interrupted him with a smile and reached out to rub Conan's head.

Xiaolan hugged Conan in her arms: "Conan, you can't disturb Mr. Amuro!" Her arms firmly fixed the struggling little detective like an iron clamp.

Conan watched Amuro Toru say goodbye to them, then get out of the car and drive away.

Shen Yuan saw Conan's troubled expression through the rearview mirror.

He raised the corners of his mouth silently, then turned the steering wheel and drove towards the "Liushuiting".

Outside the car window, the streets of Tokyo were rapidly receding.

Conan stared unwillingly at the direction where Amuro Toru disappeared, and the photo kept replaying in his mind - the silver-haired boy and the blurry profile beside him, Mr. Amuro was in such a hurry to leave... "We're here!" Xiaolan's cheerful voice brought Conan back to reality.

He looked up and saw a traditional Japanese-style building. On the lantern hanging at the door were three powerful characters "Liushuiting" written in large, vigorous style.

"Welcome to 'Liushuiting'!" The waitress in a lavender kimono bowed with a smile.

The name tag on her chest read "Anxi" and a delicate cherry blossom hairpin was inserted in her hair.

Shen Yuan raised his hand and gestured, "I just asked online and booked a private room!" Anxi, the receptionist, looked apologetic and said, "Mr. Shen, I'm sorry, but please wait a moment. Room 2 is being cleared. Once that's done, you can start dining!" Maori Kogoro frowned, "Why do we have to wait for Room 2? Can't we have another room?"

"I'm so sorry," Anxi bowed again, the cuffs of his kimono swaying slightly with his movements, "All the other private rooms have been reserved!" Xiaolan pulled her father's sleeve and said, "Dad, didn't I tell you that this restaurant is very difficult to reserve?

And they're cleaning up quickly," she turned to Anxi, "It's okay, we'll just wait a moment!" Conan's attention had been drawn to the artificial river in the center of the restaurant.

The clear water meanders through the entire restaurant, and several exquisite small wooden boats carrying a variety of dishes slowly float by.

One boat held a crystal-clear platter of sashimi, while the other carried steaming dobin-mushi.

"Wow! This is so cool!" Conan couldn't help but exclaim.

An Xi followed his gaze and a proud smile appeared on her face: "Little brother, we have a bigger food delivery boat here!" She gestured to show its size, "But that depends on the quantity of the food ordered by the guest!" At this moment, the glass door of the restaurant was pushed open again.

Two men in their thirties walked in one after the other.

The man walking in front had a neatly slicked-back haircut, and his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses revealed arrogance; the man following behind had a neat short haircut and a furrowed brow.

"Arai, watch your attitude!" Kaneda stopped, turned around and raised his chin towards his companion. "Although we are in the same class, you will be my assistant from now on. Your attitude should not be respectful, but at least be pleasing to my eyes!" Arai put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and glared back without giving in. "Kineda, you need to know when to stop. Don't be so arrogant just because you have been promoted to associate professor..."

"Brother Kaneda, brother Arai!" A deep male voice interrupted their argument.

A middle-aged man with graying temples walked out of the inner private room. "You are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time!" Arai said a little embarrassedly: "Professor Iwama, I am sorry we are late.

It's all Kaneda's fault for dragging his feet..." He turned to Kaneda and said, "Hey Kaneda, hurry up and apologize to Professor Iwama!" The man called Kaneda scoffed disdainfully, then put on a hypocritical smile and said, "Professor Iwama, since you've invited me so kindly today, I heard that this restaurant has the most luxurious pufferfish caviar. Why don't we get three servings and share..."

"Kinda!" Arai couldn't help but interrupt, "Don't go too far!" Professor Iwama waved his hand, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed: "It's okay, today is to celebrate Kaneda," he patted the two on the shoulders, "Don't be polite, come on!" Then he looked at Anxi and said, "Three servings of puffer fish caviar in room three!" After the three of them walked into the private room, Maori Kogoro crossed his arms and shook his head: "That Kaneda is really infuriating. Is an associate professor so great?" He looked at Shen Yuan who was ordering food and said, "If you have the guts, let him become Shen's professor so he can know how powerful he is!" Conan's mouth twitched, and three black lines appeared on his forehead.

Uncle's move was too ruthless. He actually wanted Jin Tian to be Brother Shen's mentor? Was he testing his luck?

Chapter 173 The Accident at Liushui Pavilion 2

Pushing open the paper door of private room number two, a light and elegant wood fragrance hits you in the face.

The private room is designed in traditional Japanese style, with a low table in the center and soft cushions around it.

When the paper window on one side of the private room is opened, what comes into view is an artificial river surrounding the entire restaurant. Eight private rooms are scattered around the water flow, and the boat serving the food will just circle the water flow and then return to the starting point.

Kogoro Mouri stood by the window and watched the guests in other private rooms pick up the food from the small boats. After the boats circled along the river and returned to the starting point, he exclaimed, "This restaurant is really creative!" At this moment, a medium-sized wooden boat stopped in front of their window.

The hull was painted dark brown, with a small red lantern hanging on the bow, and several exquisite dishes neatly placed on the deck.

Kogoro Mouri took a closer look and his eyes widened: "Brother Shen, you didn't order too little!" He pointed to a plate of gorgeously decorated puffer fish caviar on the boat, "Could this be the luxurious puffer fish caviar those people just talked about?" Shen Yuan smiled and reached out to help bring the food down: "Isn't this restaurant famous? It's rare for us to come here without a reservation, so of course we have to taste it!" Xiaolan and Conan also came over, looking at the dishes being served on the table, and couldn't help but marvel at it.

Xiaolan looked at the dazzling array of dishes on the table - bluefin tuna belly sashimi, live botan shrimp sashimi, Hokkaido sea urchin gunkan sushi, charcoal-grilled king crab legs, seared flounder fin sushi, truffle abalone chawanmushi... and looked at Shen Yuan embarrassedly: "Brother Shen Yuan, I'm going to make you spend money again today!" Shen Yuan shook his head and said in a relaxed tone: "Don't be polite to me!" Maori Kogoro couldn't wait any longer. He picked up a piece of tuna belly accurately with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. He squinted his eyes and gave a thumbs up: "This greasy feeling... is amazing!" Xiaolan carefully scooped a spoonful of sea urchin gunkan sushi, took a light bite, and her eyes lit up instantly: "This is so sweet, it's really delicious!" Conan nodded and ate without raising his head.

Shen Yuan looked at them, smiled, and quickened his movements.

He had a premonition that if he didn't eat quickly, he might be forced to interrupt because of a case later.

Kogoro Mouri swallowed a mouthful of grilled flounder and suddenly sighed: "If there was another geisha here at this time, this would be heaven!" Xiaolan glared at him: "Really, Dad, please don't lead Brother Shen Yuan astray!" Conan's eyes half-mooned, he complained in his mind: Come on, there are children here, as an adult you should be more steady.

Under Ran's deathly gaze, Kogoro Mouri immediately admitted his mistake: "I was just joking, just joking!" However, just as everyone continued to enjoy the food, a sharp scream suddenly came from outside the door - "Ah--!!" It was the voice of Anxi's receptionist, who was extremely terrified.

Shen Yuan: “…”—Sure enough, it won’t stop.

Kogoro Mouri and Conan rushed out almost as a conditioned reflex. Shen Yuan sighed, put down his chopsticks, and quickly followed with Xiaolan.

When they arrived, Anxi was slumped at the door of Room 8, his face pale and his finger trembling as he pointed inside the room.

Shen Yuan walked over and saw Kogoro Mouri and Conan already standing inside with serious expressions.

On the dining table, Associate Professor Jin Tian was lying on his back with a dagger stuck in his chest, and blood had stained his white shirt red.

His eyes were still open, as if he couldn't believe that he was dying.

——Obviously, he is beyond help.

Anxi's scream was like a stone thrown into calm water, instantly breaking the tranquility of the restaurant.

The paper doors of each private room were suddenly pulled open, and the guests stuck their heads out, their faces full of surprise and suspicion.

"What happened?"

"It seems like someone is injured?"

"Could something have happened?" Professor Iwama also walked over from private room number three. When he saw the scene in private room number eight, he froze in place as if struck by lightning: "How, how could it be? How could Brother Kaneda..." Assistant Professor Arai walked in from outside the restaurant at this time. Seeing the gathered crowd, he frowned in confusion: "What's going on? Professor Iwama? Why are you here?" Professor Iwama turned his head mechanically and pointed at private room number eight with a trembling finger: "Kin, Kaneda was killed..."

"What?!" Arai's face suddenly changed, and he subconsciously rushed into the private room.

"Stop!" Maori Kogoro stepped in front of him, "This is the crime scene, outsiders are not allowed to go in and destroy the scene!" Arai was stunned by being stopped: "Who are you...?" Maori Kogoro straightened his back and cleared his throat: "I am a detective, Maori Kogoro!" He looked around and raised his voice: "A murder has occurred here, I have called the police, and now I ask everyone to return to their private rooms and do not leave for the time being.

The police will question each of you one by one later!" Fifteen minutes later, the sound of sirens came closer.

Inspector Megure rushed over with the officers from the First Investigation Division.

When he saw the familiar face standing at the door of the crime scene, his steps paused noticeably.

"Brother Mori..." When Inspector Megure's gaze swept over Shen Yuan, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Shen Yuan looked at the way he looked at him: "..." I suspect you are framing me, but I have no evidence.

Inspector Megure coughed lightly and began to listen to the preliminary situation.

When he learned that the deceased Jin Tian was an associate professor of physics at a certain university, he suddenly looked up at Shen Yuan, his expression suddenly becoming subtle: "Mr. Shen, this Mr. Jin Tian could not be..." Shen Yuan had already understood his implication: "..." Sometimes I am really wronged.

Conan's mouth twitched fiercely - Uncle Maori had just said that he wanted Jintian to be Shen's professor, but in the blink of an eye... Has Shen's "power" become so terrifying? Shen Yuan helplessly held his forehead: "Inspector, Mr. Jintian is an associate professor of physics!" He deliberately emphasized the word "physics", "This is completely different from engineering physics!" Inspector Megure touched his hat awkwardly: "Ah, is that so..." Inspector Megure laughed dryly and changed the subject, "Takagi, go and give a statement! Sato, record the list of people present!" Conan quietly observed everyone's reactions.

Professor Iwama was slumped on a bench in the corridor, his face pale; Assistant Professor Arai stood aside, his fingers unconsciously twisting the corners of his clothes; and receptionist Anxi was supported by a female police officer, still trembling slightly.

Chapter 174 The Accident at Liushui Pavilion 3

Since there were staff on duty in the restaurant's atrium, the police initially judged that the murderer might have sneaked into Room 8 by water to commit the crime.