I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

The sharp sound of sirens came from afar, and Officer Megure and Officer Takagi walked quickly into the cafe.

Megure wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave orders: "Takagi, seal off the scene immediately! Sato, separate the witnesses and take their statements!" Officer Takagi quickly set up a cordon, and several uniformed police officers began to evacuate the crowd.

The forensic department staff walked quickly over with toolboxes, and flashlights kept flashing at the scene.

"It's you again, Maori brother..." Inspector Megure spoke habitually, then realized that Maori Kogoro was not there, and coughed awkwardly, "Ahem, Conan, you were the first to discover the scene again?" Conan nodded and answered in an innocent childish voice: "Yes! Sister Xiaolan and I heard the screams and ran over!" A forensic officer looked up: "Inspector, cyanide reaction was detected in the deceased's mouth!"

"The deceased is Kenichi Sato, a section manager at a financial company, 45 years old!" Officer Takagi said, flipping through his notebook. "He came to the cafe alone at 3:10 this afternoon and ordered an Americano and tiramisu!"

"What was the last food the deceased ate?" Inspector Megure asked the people from the Forensic Department again.

"It's tiramisu!" Toru Amuro suddenly spoke, pointing to a piece of dessert on the deceased's table that had only been taken a bite of. "The deceased ordered it ten minutes ago. It was placed in our refrigerator before. He said it was a gift from a client!" Inspector Megure frowned even more tightly: "Mr. Amuro, who got this cake?" The entire cafe fell silent in an instant, and everyone's eyes were focused on Toru Amuro.

Inspector Megure glanced at the three suspects seriously: "In other words, the last people to come into contact with the deceased were you three and Mr. Amuro!"

"So the murderer is among you!" Inspector Megure looked seriously at the three customers and Amuro Toru who were listed as suspects.

"Wait, Mr. Amuro can't be the murderer!" Sonoko immediately retorted.

"Calm down, Sonoko," Xiaolan held her, "The police are just conducting routine inquiries!" Conan had already begun to look around the crime scene, trying to find clues.

The first suspect: "I am his subordinate, Yuya Yamada!" The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses pushed his glasses, his voice trembling a little, "But I just came here to report on my work! Section Chief Sato said he wanted to eat dessert while listening to the report..." Conan keenly noticed that there were traces of coffee spilled on the cuffs of his suit.

The second suspect: "I'm his wife's best friend, Mika Nakajima!" The fashionable short-haired woman bit her lip, "That bastard... He got my sister pregnant last week and then dumped her..." Xiaolan gasped, and Sonoko immediately took out her cell phone: "This is definitely a motive for murder!" The third suspect: "I'm his college classmate, Kenichiro Suzuki!" The slightly plump middle-aged man wiped his sweat, "We agreed to discuss an investment today... but he just suddenly said he wanted to sell my patented technology to a competitor at a low price..."

"What's even more exciting is this!" Conan took out a photo from the inside pocket of the deceased's suit, "It seems that Mr. Sato is also suspected of industrial espionage!" The photo shows a secret meeting between Sato and a senior executive of a company.

Shen Yuan stood aside, looking at the busy crowd, and whispered to Amuro Toru: "It seems we have to stay here for a while!" Amuro Toru smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid so!" Shen Yuan shook his head and muttered to himself: "Next time I see Conan, should I buy an amulet in advance?" Amuro Toru couldn't help but chuckled when he heard this: "Maybe it will be useful!" The conversation between the two was interrupted by Conan's shout: "Inspector Megure! I found something!" The investigation of the case officially began, and Shen Yuan and Amuro Toru stood aside, watching Conan skillfully guide the police to solve the case, and sighed again at the same time.

——The frequency of homicides in Tokyo is indeed ridiculously high.

Chapter 16: Friendship in the Cafe

The sun was shining into the Poirot Café again. The cordon had been removed, but a hint of tension still lingered in the air.

Shen Yuan picked up the cold coffee and sighed softly, "It's already cold!"

"It seems that today's coffee time has to end early!" Toru Amuro was holding a mop and cleaning the fingerprint powder left by the forensic class, his movements still elegant and calm.

Sonoko slumped in the chair and lamented exaggeratedly: "Ah - how could a good date turn out like this!" Xiaolan considerately handed her a cup of hot cocoa she brought from home: "Sonoko, cheer up..." Conan lay by the window, looking at the murderer being taken into the police car, his glasses reflecting the sunlight.

He suddenly turned around and asked in an innocent childish voice, "Brother Amuro, will the cafe close down in this situation?" Amuro Toru put his chair back in its place and smiled reassuringly, "In Tokyo, if we close down every time a case occurs, then all the shops will have to close!" Shen Yuan chuckled at this, "That's a very practical philosophy of survival!"

"But I'm afraid I can't continue to entertain you today!" Amuro Toru bowed apologetically, "As compensation, next time you come, please let me prepare a special dessert!"

"Really? I want to reserve three!" Yuanzi instantly revived, took out her phone and started checking the calendar. "How about next Wednesday? Brother Shen Yuan, are you free?" Shen Yuan looked at the time. He was not sure when next Wednesday would be. "I don't have classes next Wednesday afternoon, so it should be fine. Miss Yuanzi, you can contact me then!"

"Great!" Yuanzi cheered, and suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up, "Oh right, let's exchange Line! It will be convenient to contact!" Xiaolan also nodded: "If Mr. Shen doesn't mind, let's add each other as friends?"

"Of course!" Shen Yuan took out his cell phone and smiled gently.

Conan came over and raised his phone: "I want to add Brother Shen too!" Yuanzi curled her lips in disdain: "What are you doing here, little brat..."

"Because Brother Shen is very smart!" Conan blinked his big eyes with an innocent look on his face. "I want to recommend Sherlock Holmes's books to Brother Shen! Brother Shen will definitely like them!" Shen Yuan squatted down and looked at Conan at eye level. "That's great. I'm honored to become good friends with the even smarter Conan. When the time comes, I'll ask Conan to introduce me to some great detective books!"

"Eh? Smart, clever or something..." Conan immediately played dumb, rubbing the back of his head and grinning, "I'm just an elementary school student, I learned all this from Uncle Mori, hehe~" Amuro Toru was wiping his coffee cup on the side, watching this scene, his mouth corners slightly raised: "Conan-kun really knows a lot about detective stories!"

"Why do you say that, Amuro-san!" Conan puffed up his cheeks and deliberately acted coquettishly in a childish voice, making Xiaolan and Sonoko laugh.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Yuanzi's mind: "By the way! Mr. Amuro, come and add Brother Shen Yuan's Line!" She winked mischievously, "Handsome guys should communicate more~" Amuro Toru put the coffee on the table and took out his mobile phone naturally: "If you don't mind!" He leaned slightly closer to Shen Yuan, his golden hair shining softly under the light, and the faint aroma of coffee mixed with the faint citrus scent lingered between the two of them.

"That's what I want!" Shen Yuan pulled up the QR code. "I can ask Mr. Amuro about coffee and discuss cooking with him!" Amuro Toru raised his eyes, his purple-gray eyes brimming with smile. "I didn't expect Mr. Shen to be interested in cooking?"

"I know a thing or two!" Shen Yuan nodded slightly. They were so close that they could clearly see the tiny shadows cast by each other's eyelashes. "After all, I live alone and have to cook for myself!"

"Then next time..." Amuro Toru lowered his voice, "maybe we can communicate..." Sonoko suddenly held her face and screamed, breaking the delicate atmosphere.

She excitedly grabbed Xiaolan's arm and shook it, "Ahhh, Xiaolan, look! Two handsome guys are so close! What a composition! What an atmosphere!" Xiaolan blushed and pulled the overly excited Sonoko, "Sonoko! You're so rude..." Sonoko suddenly remembered something and turned to Xiaolan, "Why don't we just create a group chat? Let's call it... 'Poirot Cafe Special Team'!"

"Yuanzi..." Xiaolan smiled helplessly, but still cooperated and took out her cell phone.

Shen Yuan couldn't help but smile as he looked at the three new contacts on his phone and the cartoon emoticons sent by Yuanzi in the newly created group chat.

"To celebrate the friendship we have built today," Sonoko put her hands on her hips and announced with great momentum, "I propose that we go to the Sky Restaurant in the Beika Central Building for dinner now! No one is allowed to be absent!" Conan immediately raised his hand: "I want to have the deluxe children's set meal!"

"The kid is really good at eating..." Sonoko rubbed Conan's hair and turned to look at Amuro Toru and Shen Yuan expectantly.

Amuro Toru untied her apron, revealing the simple white shirt underneath: "Just in case we're closing early today!"

"It's my pleasure!" Shen Yuan stood up gracefully and stood side by side with Amuro Toru inadvertently. The height difference between the two was just right, and they looked extremely harmonious standing together.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the glass window, giving the scene a warm golden edge.

Looking at this heartwarming scene, Xiaolan couldn't help but take out her cell phone and quietly take a picture of this "family portrait".

"Well," Amuro Toru leaned slightly sideways and gentlemanly opened the door of the cafe for everyone, "Please allow me to lead the way!" Shen Yuan walked naturally beside him, and their shoulders occasionally touched lightly, casting two slender shadows in the setting sun.

Sonoko followed behind, excitedly pinching Xiaolan's arm and screaming softly: "This is definitely the most perfect two-person composition I have ever seen!"...In the revolving restaurant of the Beika Central Building, the floor-to-ceiling windows offer the dazzling night view of Tokyo.

The crystal chandelier cast a warm glow on the dining table, and the dinner for five people was in full swing.

"It's my treat today, everyone, order whatever you want!" Sonoko generously flipped open the gold-plated menu, "Xiaolan, try their Kobe steak set!" Xiaolan looked at the price hesitantly: "Sonoko, this is too expensive..." Sonoko didn't care at all. "Xiaolan, don't be polite with me. Next time you're lucky enough to catch something interesting and delicious, just call me!" Amuro Toru smiled and suggested to Shen Yuan: "The seafood platter here is also very good, with fresh ingredients!"

"Then I want this children's deluxe set meal!" Conan pointed to the set meal marked "under 12 years old" on the menu and added: "Add a serving of foie gras!" Shen Yuan accepted Amuro Toru's suggestion and ordered a seafood platter and a French lamb chops fried in red wine sauce.

Amuro Toru ordered the same food as Shen Yuan.

The dinner was held in a pleasant atmosphere.

What was satisfying was that the restaurant was exceptionally peaceful tonight. There were no screams, no commotion, and no sudden appearance of corpses.

Chapter 17 Cheetah's Night Walk

When Shen Yuan pushed open the door of the apartment, the clock on the wall pointed to 1:15 in the morning.

"Lightning?" he called softly, placing the key in the glass bowl in the entrance hall.

The house was silent, with only the faint sound of the central air conditioner running.

In the living room, a corner of the leather sofa was torn open, revealing the snow-white filling inside.

The magazines on the coffee table were scattered all over the floor, and several pillows were bitten so that the cotton was exposed.

Shen Yuan squatted down, picked up a handful of silver-gray hair on the ground, and raised the corners of his mouth helplessly. Lightning destroyed the house - this was Lightning's protest against his late return.

"It seems that Leopard is going to be angry tonight..." He shook his head and took out his mobile phone to check the surveillance at home.

——At 10:20 pm, the silver-gray cheetah paced anxiously in the spacious living room.

From time to time, it looked up at the wall clock, its blue pupils flashing with dissatisfaction in the darkness.

"Woo—" Lightning let out a low whimper, his sharp claws unconsciously leaving several marks on the expensive carpet.

It jumped onto the sofa and bit the cushions with its teeth, as if this could vent its dissatisfaction with its owner's late return.

Suddenly, the cheetah's ears pricked up in alertness.

Steady footsteps were heard outside the door.

Lightning immediately jumped down from the sofa, picked up the leather leash placed at the entrance, and skillfully pressed the door handle with his front paws.

The door opened a crack, and Cheetah nimbly slipped out, just in time to meet the silver-haired man coming out of Room 4502.

——Okay, Shen Yuan knew where the lightning went.

————Gin was about to go out for "work" at that time, and the outline of a gun was vaguely visible under his black windbreaker.

His cold green eyes widened slightly as he looked at the leopard that suddenly appeared in the corridor.

Lightning walked up to Gin without any hesitation, put down the leash in his mouth, pushed it forward with his nose, and then looked at his neighbor expectantly.

Gin raised his eyebrows and moved his gaze from Cheetah to the wide-open door behind him. There was no movement - obviously, the international student from the flower-growing family had not returned yet.

"Want to go out?" he asked in a low voice, not even understanding why he wanted to talk to an animal.

Lightning rubbed his head against Gin's hand, making a gurgling sound in his throat.

Gin was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly bent down to pick up the leash: "Just think of it as... you asking me for help!" He tied the rope to Lightning's collar with clumsy but careful movements. His long silver hair brushed across the cheetah's ears as it fell, causing the latter to shake its ears.

"Let's go!" Gin stood up and straightened the collar of his windbreaker, "Don't cause me trouble!" In this way, the silver-haired man and the silver cheetah reached a tacit understanding.

In the underground garage, Vodka was wiping Gin's Porsche 356A. He looked up when he heard footsteps, and his eyes behind his sunglasses widened instantly.

"Big brother? What... what is this?" Vodka was surprised. Why did his big brother bring a leopard here? Where... where did this leopard come from? Gin walked over with a silver-gray cheetah, his expressionless face, and his steps were lightning-fast and elegant, ignoring Vodka's shock.

"Shut up!" Gin said coldly, "Talk less and drive your car!" Lightning jumped into the back seat of the Porsche with ease, his huge body almost filling the entire back space.

It lay down comfortably, its tail slapping the leather seat rhythmically.

Vodka opened his mouth, but in the end didn't ask anything and started the car silently.

Gin observed the quiet beast in the rearview mirror, a trace of doubt in his heart - what on earth was he thinking just now? The Porsche 356A stalled in the shadow of the abandoned dock in Tokyo Bay.

The salty sea breeze carrying the smell of diesel blew into the car window, and Lightning's ears turned alertly.

"Stay in the car!" Gin unbuckled his seat belt, his black leather gloves gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

In the rearview mirror, the cheetah's ice-blue pupils shrank slightly, but it lay quietly without moving.

Vodka had already brought his target in advance - a traitor to the organization with his mouth sealed with tape.

The man's face was covered in blood, and he struggled violently when he saw the gun handle exposed under Gin's windbreaker.

"Gin... please..." The sobs were indistinct behind the tape.

Gin took out a silenced pistol from inside his windbreaker, his movements as graceful as if he was picking out red wine.

He checked the magazine absentmindedly, his silver hair fluttering in the sea breeze.

"You know the rules!" He pressed the muzzle of his gun against the traitor's forehead. "Traitors will only have one fate!"

"Bang!" The gunshot was perfectly covered by the sound of the waves.

As the bodies fell like rag dolls, Gin's eyes swept through the rear window - Lightning was watching all this quietly, with no fear in his eyes, only the calmness of a predator.

"Clean it up!" Gin put away his gun and said to Vodka.

As he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the cheetah's tail tip wagging gently, as if evaluating his marksmanship.

Twenty minutes later, the Porsche stopped at the warehouse complex in the port area.

This time the target was a shivering financial director, who was tied to a chair.

"Where's the money?" Gin lifted the other's chin with the barrel of the gun.

"I, I don't know what..."

"Bang!" The bullet accurately shattered the right kneecap.

Amidst the screams, Gin slowly loaded the second bullet.

"Have you seen my pet? My pet is hungry!" He glanced at Lightning in the back seat, "If you don't tell me, I'll hit its left leg next time and let it eat it, then you can never cure it again!" The financial director collapsed and spat out a Swiss account number.

After Gin finished checking, he suddenly turned the gun around.

"You've been delayed for four minutes and twelve seconds!" Pull the trigger. "Too long!" The Porsche drove back into the night.

To Gin's surprise, Lightning cooperated throughout the whole process.

Only once, when passing by a park, Lightning suddenly pressed the car window button with his claws and jumped out nimbly.

"Hey!" Vodka exclaimed.

Gin raised his hand to stop him and lit a cigarette: "Wait!" Sure enough, ten minutes later, a silver-gray figure emerged from the bushes, holding a toy Frisbee in its mouth? Lightning proudly tossed the spoils into the car and then hopped back into the back seat.

Vodka: "..." There's a leopard that can rob people here! Gin: "... Drive!" When the Porsche stopped downstairs of the apartment building again, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

In the elevator, Gin untied Lightning's leash and reached out to rub its furry head, which was a rare occurrence.

"Next time..." He paused, as if he was unbelievable about what he was about to say, "Don't follow strangers casually!" Lightning tilted his head to look at him, suddenly touched Gin's hand with his wet nose, and then walked gracefully towards the door of room 4501 - Shen Yuan was already standing there, holding the box of fresh beef in his hand.

"It seems that you two are getting along well? Mr. Neighbor, would you like to come in and sit for a while? I can make you a drink!" Shen Yuan asked with a smile.

Gin regained his indifferent expression, did not reply, turned and walked towards his apartment, his black windbreaker drawing a sharp arc behind him.

Shen Yuan squatted down and handed the beef to Lightning: "Did you have fun?" The cheetah rubbed its owner's cheek affectionately, purring with satisfaction.

There was still some dirt on its claws, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder on its neck.

Shen Yuan looked thoughtfully at the tightly closed door opposite him, and without saying anything, he gently closed the door.

Chapter 18 The Suspicious Silver Wolf