I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

Chapter 182 The Detective's Parents

Black shadow - Dr. Agasa knew that this person was Shen Yuan when he heard Conan's voice. Thinking of Shen Yuan's terrifying martial arts, the old scientist's back was suddenly soaked with cold sweat, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged.

"Stop! Stop! - Someone's going to die, Mr. Shen!" Dr. Agasa's voice was broken, and his fake beard was trembling violently with his lips, "My old bones can't withstand your kick! It will fall apart! It will definitely fall apart!" He hurriedly tried to take off the disguise on his face, but the wig was caught on the crooked beard, and the whole person danced around like a frightened sloth.

"It's me," Dr. Agasa's voice was already filled with tears, and his legs were shaking unconsciously, "Medical expenses are very expensive! I haven't even applied for a patent for my new invention!" At this time, the tip of Shen Yuan's shoe was less than ten centimeters away from the target, and then he abruptly retracted his strength, and the tip of the shoe stopped abruptly just an inch away from Dr. Agasa's wrist.

"Dr. Agasa? Why are you here?" Shen Yuan landed steadily, pretending not to know, and asked in surprise.

Dr. Agasa scratched his head, took off his crooked fake beard, and revealed his signature honest smile, "I, I followed the arrangement of Conan's parents to come and scare Conan!" He said while glancing at Conan, the sweat on his forehead still reflecting.

The doctor suddenly turned to the door and shouted in a loud voice: "Yusaku! Come in!" The doorknob turned in response.

The first person to come in was a woman with short dark chestnut frizzy hair, cat-eye sunglasses on her face, and lipstick in the most popular berry color.

She was wearing an asymmetrical leather jacket, her studded ankle boots clicked on the floor, and she was dangling a bunch of car keys in her hand—a true Shibuya chick.

Following closely behind was a man wearing a baseball cap, his semi-long hair hanging down to cover his eyes, the collar of his camel-colored windbreaker standing high, and he exuded a social phobia that said "don't talk to me."

The corners of Conan's mouth relaxed slightly - this outfit didn't look like Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko at all. It seemed that their parents were finally reliable for once.

He secretly glanced at Shen Yuan and found that he was looking at the two "strangers" with curiosity, and seemed to have no suspicion at all.

"Shibuya Hottie" stepped on thick-soled boots and walked up to Shen Yuan with a click-clack sound. She extended her hand first: "Hello, Mr. Shen~" Her voice was eight octaves lower than usual, and it was also deliberately sweet. "I often hear Conan talk about you, praising you for being a very smart big brother~" The fingers wearing riveted gloves shook in the air, "I didn't expect that our prank to scare Conan this time would actually disturb you. I'm so sorry~" The silent man standing aside silently extended his hand and shook hands briefly with Shen Yuan.

He kept his head down the whole time, with the brim of his black hat pulled down very low, so that only his well-defined jaw and tightly pursed lips could be seen.

Shen Yuan's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, with a faint smile on his lips: "It's okay!" He bent down and touched Lightning's head. The silver-gray cheetah was tilting its head to look at the "strangers". "I heard Conan say that his parents often play this kind of prank on him. I'm also curious about what kind of parents are so lively!" Conan had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard Shen Yuan muttering thoughtfully: "Did the doctor call you Yusaku just now?" The hairs on the back of the little detective's neck stood up instantly, and he watched Shen Yuan turn to the silent man, "Could it be... Mr. Kudo Yusaku?" The air froze for half a second.

The man who had been keeping his head down stiffened his shoulders, then slowly raised his head.

Under the brim of the baseball cap, there is a pair of sharp blue eyes that are exactly the same as Conan's, but there are a few more fine lines at the corners of the eyes left by time.

He took off the half-long wig he used for disguise, revealing his signature 3:7 short hair. The few strands of unruly hair on his forehead made him look much younger than his actual age.

"This..." Kudo Yusaku just opened his mouth to say the reason he had thought of - "So Conan is actually your illegitimate child with this lady?" Shen Yuan suddenly clenched his right fist and knocked on the palm of his left hand. "Conan has the same last name as this lady?" He leaned in and looked at their faces carefully. "From this point of view, Conan looks really like you!"

"Bang!" Conan fell to his knees, as if he was hit on the head by an invisible hammer.

Illegitimate child?! He mechanically turned his head to look at his father, and found that the famous mystery novelist also had a rare dull expression.

"What should I do, honey~" Yukiko suddenly grabbed Yusaku's arm, her berry-colored lips pouted in grievance, and her sunglasses slid to the tip of her nose. "If others find out about our relationship, will Sister Yukiko come to settle the score with me after knowing it~" She leaned her head on her husband's shoulder in a pretentious manner, and her false eyelashes were blinking so hard that butterflies were about to fly out.

Conan watched his mother's exaggerated performance, and the corners of his mouth twitched almost to the point of cramping.

Dr. Agasa was trying hard to hold back his laughter, his old face flushed red.

Kudo Yusaku coughed twice, reached out and held down his wife who was still addicted to acting: "Okay, dear, stop joking like that!" He turned to Shen Yuan and showed a gentle and apologetic smile, "Mr. Shen, actually Conan's parents couldn't come back because of something unexpected.

They're really concerned about Conan's life, so they asked us to play this little game with him!" Shen Yuan glanced back and forth between Conan and Kudo Yusaku, sighing, "But you two really look alike!"

"This is fate!" Conan stepped in between the two of them and explained with a dry laugh, "My father and Uncle Yusaku are distant relatives. We are so close because we look alike!" He gestured with his hands and feet, "Just like Officer Sato and our homeroom teacher, Mr. Kobayashi, they look like they were cast in the same mold, but they have no relationship, hahaha..." At this time, the "Shibuya Spray" suddenly reached out and grabbed her dark chestnut wig, and lifted it up suddenly - with a "swish", the exaggerated Shibuya Spray mask was torn off, revealing Kudo Yukiko's original exquisite face.

She shook her long golden-brown hair that was a little messy from being pressed down, and blinked mischievously: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, I just played a joke on you~ Actually, I am the godmother of this little guy, and his mother Wen Dai and I are good friends!" Shen Yuan patted his chest as if relieved: "Oh, I really got scared just now!" He glanced at Conan meaningfully, "I really thought Conan was..." Conan: "..." The little detective just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Ahhh! I can finally hug this guy!" Yukiko suddenly pounced and hugged Lightning, burying her face in the cheetah's silver-gray fur and rubbing it, "I wanted to do this just now! This is the Lightning raised by Mr. Shen, right? So handsome~" Lightning was confused by the sudden hug, his ice-blue eyes widened, but he didn't resist.

Kudo Yusaku shook his head helplessly and formally extended his hand to Shen Yuan: "Let me introduce myself again. I am Kudo Yusaku, a writer!" Yukiko raised her head from Lightning and shook her long hair: "I am Kudo Yukiko, I used to be an actress, but I have retired now!" Shen Yuan nodded politely: "I often hear Mr. Maori and Miss Xiaolan mention you two, and I have heard of you for a long time.

I've also read Mr. Kudo's novels before, and I'm really impressed by the ingenious tricks in those mystery novels!" Conan watched this scene and secretly breathed a sigh of relief - he'd finally gotten away with it.

Chapter 183 Exposed Sniper Mission 1

The abandoned industrial park in Jiangdong District looks particularly eerie in the night.

Shen Yuan followed behind Gin, his silver hair sticking out from the brim of his hat gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

He stepped on the broken concrete floor, and the soles of his boots crushed a few yellow fallen leaves, making a slight crisp sound.

"Here again?" Shen Yuan's eyes scanned the surroundings under the mask.

The night wind blew through the rusty iron frame, making a whimpering sound.

"I haven't been here for a long time!" Gin didn't answer, his black windbreaker fluttering in the wind.

He walked straight towards the familiar abandoned warehouse, the moonlight stretching his shadow very long.

Shen Yuan immediately recognized the matte black Dodge Challenger Hellcat parked in the shadow of the warehouse - Chianti's beloved car.

It seems that the sniper duo is practicing here.

Gin walked to the control panel on the side of the warehouse and pressed his fingerprint with skillful movements.

Then he leaned forward slightly, his silver hair falling, and aligned himself with the iris scanner.

The secret door slid open silently, revealing a metal staircase leading down, with cold white light streaming up from the bottom.

"Let's go!" Gin led the way and walked down first.

Shen Yuan followed Gin down the stairs, the metal steps making a slight buzzing sound under his feet.

As they descended, the air seemed to cool a few degrees and take on the metallic smell of some electronic device.

When he stepped on the last step, the scene in front of him made Shen Yuan raise his eyebrows slightly under the mask - this underground training ground had obviously undergone a comprehensive upgrade.

The shooting range on the left had nearly doubled in size, with several new weapons added to the gun racks that he had never seen before.

From standard pistols to Barrett sniper rifles, everything is available, but the most eye-catching thing is the newly added row of experimental electromagnetic pulse weapons, with blue indicator lights flashing on the black gun body.

The target area has also been upgraded to a holographic projection system that can simulate moving targets in various complex environments.

The close combat training area on the right is brand new.

In addition to traditional sandbags and wooden dummies, a 3D tactical simulation room with holographic projection has been added.

Through the glass wall, you can see a simulation of an urban street battle inside, and the projected enemy movements are so smooth that they are almost indistinguishable from real people.

What surprised Shen Yuan was the new virtual reality sniper simulation system added by the central government. Chianti and Cohen were wearing special VR glasses and standing on the simulation platform.

The screen shows dynamic scenes of the President of the United States participating in various activities - speaking at the United Nations, parading on the streets, and waving at the airport.

The content of the competition between the two is to see who can "shoot" the president more times in this virtual scene.

"boom!"

"Bang!" Virtual gunshots continued to ring out, and the image of the president on the screen fell to the ground again and again, and then switched to another scene and reappeared in the next second.

Shen Yuan leaned against the wooden stake, watching this unique "assassination competition" with great interest, and couldn't help but whistling.

"Chianti, Korn, your sniper targets are really interesting!" Shen Yuan's voice was filled with a hint of ridicule.

Chianti heard the sound, temporarily put down the sniper rifle and turned around.

The swallowtail butterfly tattoo on her left eye trembled slightly with the smile on her lips: "Monk! Do you want to try it? It's 500 yards now, very easy~" Shen Yuan shook his head: "I don't know how to do this!" He glanced at Gin beside him, "You can compete with big brother!" Chianti followed his gaze to look at Gin, curled her lips and muttered softly: "Who wants to compete with this pervert!" At this time, Cohen also put down the sniper rifle, and said expressionlessly: "550 yards, failure!" Chianti immediately became energetic: "It seems that I will win this game!" She raised the sniper rifle confidently and aimed at the new target 550 yards away - the president on the screen was raising a toast to greet.

"Bang!" The bullet only hit the wine glass in the president's hand, and the system judged it as a failure.

"Damn it!" Chianti gritted his teeth and stamped his feet.

Shen Yuan chuckled. "I've seen Lei hit a target seven hundred yards away before!" He deliberately dragged out his words. "Compared to this, he's definitely the better one!"

"You talk too much!" Chianti glared at him angrily, "Why mention that traitor? Besides, three or four hundred yards is enough for our usual missions, okay?" Gin, who had been silent all the time, suddenly stepped towards the simulation platform.

Cohen handed over the sniper rifle in his hand.

Gin took the gun, and his green eyes narrowed slightly under his silver hair.

He didn't say anything, just stood still calmly, aiming his gun.

Five hundred and fifty yards—hit.

Six hundred yards—hit.

Seven hundred yards—the bullet pierced the virtual president's eyebrows precisely.

Gin continued to challenge longer distances without any pause.

Not until the shot from 850 yards away hit the target did he put down the sniper rifle and turned to look at Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan clapped his hands, his eyes curved into crescents: "It seems that big brother is still the best!" Gin just said "hmm" lightly, and there was no emotional fluctuation on the surface, but Shen Yuan noticed the slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

Chianti leaned against the railing of the simulation platform, squinting his eyes as he looked at the two of them. "Tsk tsk, there's really some inexplicable atmosphere in this place..."

"Tap, tap, tap—" The sound of high heels hitting the metal stairs interrupted her teasing.

In the shadows, a slender figure slowly walked down the stairs, her red lips particularly eye-catching in the dim light.

"Oh, everyone arrived so quickly~" Vermouth's lazy voice sounded like honey, "I thought I would be the most active one~" Chianti rolled his eyes unceremoniously: "Are you the famous salary thief in the organization?" She deliberately played with her red hair, "You are so 'active', it's just for the so-called 'offsetting of sins' as the boss said?" She made an exaggerated gesture of admiration, "It's good to have someone behind you, you don't have to be punished if you do something wrong~" Shen Yuan nodded slightly politely: "Old man Vermouth, I heard that you were injured before!" He said in slightly stiff Japanese: "It's so good to see you alive!" Chianti suddenly covered his mouth, and his shoulders shook suspiciously.

Cohen turned around silently, pretending to check the sniper rifle, but judging from his tense back, he was obviously laughing.

Vermouth paused as she lit her cigarette.

She slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, her red lips curled up dangerously. "Little cutie, you're using the wrong words~" She approached Shen Yuan, the scent of perfume mixed with tobacco hitting her face. "What you should say is, 'Senior, I'm so happy to see you in good health!'"

"Oh, Vermouth~" Chianti interrupted, her tone full of gloating, "Monk is just a beginner in Japanese, so don't be so picky about it~ right, old man!" She seemed to suddenly remember something and looked around, "By the way, where is Bourbon who is inseparable from you? Why didn't he come with you?" Vermouth elegantly blew out a smoke ring, her eyes drifting into the distance: "Bourbon..." She dragged out the tone, "Who knows? Maybe he's still in a bad mood with me~" Shen Yuan thought about how you had exposed him by shooting at his hiding place, and he was lucky enough to avoid Akai Shuichi's sniper bullet. Now of course you have to show your angry attitude a little.

Chapter 184 Exposed Sniper Mission 2

There was another sound of footsteps coming from the stairs. The sound of boot heels hitting the metal stairs was crisp and rhythmic. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

The person who came down had a few strands of woolen bangs on his forehead and his long burgundy hair was combed back. His iconic blue cat eyes looked particularly sharp in the dim light. His black leather jacket and leather pants outlined his capable figure. It was Kiel.

Gin lit a cigarette, and the spark flickered in the shadows: "Everyone is here, let's start talking about the mission!" Chianti looked around, her red hair swaying as she turned her head: "Aren't you waiting for Bourbon? Vodka isn't here either!" Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his green eyes under his silver hair.

He looked at Vermouth, his voice full of obvious mockery: "Bourbon has applied for another mission, and Vodka will act with him!" He deliberately paused, "It seems that he really doesn't want to see someone!" Chianti immediately understood and laughed with schadenfreude: "Oh my, it seems that Vermouth has really been abandoned by her 'good sister'~" She deliberately emphasized the three words "good sister".

Vermouth remained calm, her slender fingers gently fiddling with her golden hair: "I will coax him!" She brushed off the topic lightly, a mysterious smile on her red lips, "Let's talk about this mission!" Gin snorted coldly, pulled out a brown paper document bag from the inside of his windbreaker, and threw it casually on the weapons table next to him.

This is Vermouth's mission to atone for his sins this time.

"Rum has just given us a mission," Gin's voice was low and cold, "You, Vermouth, will formulate the specific action plan, and you can deploy the people present at your disposal!" Vermouth picked up the file bag, opened the seal with her slender fingers, quickly browsed the contents, and suddenly uttered a meaningful sigh: "Assassination..." She raised her eyes, her gaze swept over Chianti, Cohen and Kiel one by one, "These configurations are really good!" Chianti couldn't wait to step forward: "Who is the target? Do you need a long-range sniper?" Vermouth suddenly closed the file, her red lips slightly raised: "I'll go investigate first, and then share the mission details with you!" She shook the information in her hand, with no intention of showing it to everyone.

"Hey!" Chianti shouted dissatisfiedly, and the swallowtail butterfly tattoo twisted as she frowned. "What do you mean?" Vermouth had already turned and walked towards the stairs, her high heels tapping a crisp rhythm on the ground: "It means... wait for my news, dear~ After all, mystery is my byword!" She waved without looking back, the briefcase swaying in her hand, and soon disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Chianti stomped her feet in anger: "This mysterious old woman! Do you really think we are under your control? This is clearly your punishment!" Cohen silently patted his partner's shoulder to calm her anxious mood.

Shen Yuan suddenly noticed a gaze - Kil, or Rena Mizuno, whose cat-like sharp blue eyes were staring at him without blinking.

He turned to the popular female anchor of Nichimi TV, tilted his head slightly, and his silver wig slipped off a few strands with the movement: "Kil?" He asked in a deliberately weird accent, "Why are you looking at me? Is there something wrong?" This question immediately attracted Gin's sharp gaze.

The silver-haired killer turned, his cold green eyes locked on Kiel, the cigarette burning silently between his fingers.

Rena Mizunashi seemed to have come back to her senses and smiled a perfect smile like a professional anchor: "No, nothing, I was just a little surprised that Vodka was not with Gin today!" She paused, her eyes swept across Shen Yuan's face, "Then I accidentally got dazed while looking at you, please don't mind!" However, under her perfect disguise, her real thoughts were running fast - Chianti once told her privately that this newcomer code-named Monk had a special relationship with Gin.

As a CIA undercover agent infiltrating the organization, she instinctively wondered: Could this mysterious Monk be the key to breaking through Gin's defenses? Gin stubbed out his cigarette, and tiny sparks splashed on the metal floor.

The expression under his silver hair was gloomy and unclear: "Let's go!" Shen Yuan waved to Chianti and the others, and then followed Gin's pace.

The two left the training ground one after the other, their footsteps gradually fading away on the metal stairs.

Rena Mizunoshi watched their departing backs, a hint of deep thought flashing in her blue cat eyes.

The black Porsche 356A drove out of the abandoned industrial area in the night. Shen Yuan held the steering wheel with one hand and gently took off the human skin mask on his face with the other hand and threw it into Gin's arms.

"Boss," Shen Yuan said with a smile on his face, "Why did you send Bourbon away?" He deliberately dragged out his tone, "Are you deliberately 'pitying' him and not putting him in a difficult position?" He pronounced the last two words in a roundabout way, with obvious teasing.

Gin lit a cigarette, his silver hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze coming in through the car window.

He glanced at Shen Yuan, his green eyes full of sarcasm: "'Pity'?" He exhaled a puff of smoke, "Are you here to disgust me on purpose?" Shen Yuan smiled without saying a word, turned the steering wheel and drove onto the highway.

The headlights cut through the night, illuminating the winding road ahead.

"It was Bourbon who asked not to participate in this mission!" Gin flicked off the ash from his cigarette, a sarcastic arc appearing at the corner of his mouth, "I gave him the opportunity to inform!" He deliberately emphasized the word "inform", and the sparks of the cigarette between his fingers flickered in the darkness, "It was he who asked not to participate in this mission in order to distance himself from the matter after the death of Yasuteru Domon!" Shen Yuan pretended to be enlightened and said "Oh", with a mischievous light in his eyes: "Well, it's not easy for Mr. Amuro either!" He shook his head and sighed, "After all, his job is an undercover public security agent, we have to understand him!" Gin looked at Shen Yuan's pretentious appearance and sneered, but did not respond.

If he remembered correctly, the person who had played Bourbon and put the undercover police officer in a dilemma at the crossroads was this playful fellow in front of him. Ha... Shen Yuan naturally understood the subtext of Gin's sarcasm, but he changed the subject without paying any attention: "Boss, there's a temple fair at Sensoji Temple tonight, let's go shopping!" Gin put out his cigarette in the car ashtray, and glanced at him with green eyes under his silver hair: "Then you've torn off your mask," his voice was full of obvious sarcasm, "Aren't you afraid of being seen?" Shen Yuan blinked, revealing an innocent expression: "If someone sees me, I'll say you're the boss of the technology company I work part-time for.

I'm just an ordinary international student accompanying my boss to relax, but I don't know what kind of 'illegal status' you have~~" The Porsche stopped at a red light, and Shen Yuan took the opportunity to turn his head and look at Gin. His brown eyes under his black hair sparkled with an alluring luster under the streetlight: "How about it? Let's treat it as our special date?" He lowered his voice with a hint of coaxing, "I heard that the lemon pie at the temple fair is delicious!" Gin did not answer immediately, but just stared coldly at the green light in front of him.

But when Shen Yuan was about to start the car again, he heard an almost inaudible "hmm" from beside him.

A victorious smile immediately appeared on Shen Yuan's lips. He turned the steering wheel and the Porsche drove towards Sensoji Temple.

The night wind blew in through the half-open car window, carrying with it the unique scent of fireworks at a summer temple fair.

Chapter 185 Exposed Sniper Mission 3

The morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the bedroom floor.

Shen Yuan was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone. He frowned and stretched out an arm from under the quilt, with a few ambiguous red marks still on his skin.

The air-conditioning blanket only covered the lower part of the waist and abdomen, and the exposed upper body was covered with marks of varying depths.