I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

A moment later, his phone vibrated. He glanced at the reply and nodded to Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan understood and continued, "Chianti, you and Korn should go find our poor Miss Vermouth.

She must be in dire need of her companions' care right now!" Chianti opened her mouth to say something, but worried that Vermouth might still be unconscious and hear her, she said, "Cohen, wait a moment!" Then she temporarily disconnected the mission channel and asked in a private channel with Shen Yuan, "DJ is getting off the bus now, so aren't we continuing the mission?"

"The person in charge, Vermouth, had an accident," Shen Yuan said in a playful tone, "The boss is more concerned about her safety!" He looked at the chaotic scene in the distance, "If you kill DJ now, won't that help Vermouth to 'atone for his sins'? Then she can say, 'Although there was a small accident, the mission was still completed according to my plan.'

If you withdraw now, the only one who will suffer is Vermouth, she messed up everything!" Chianti's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood the key.

She switched back to the main channel, her tone unusually brisk: "Korn, let's go find Vermouth. She must be seriously injured now!" Korn didn't ask any more questions, and replied with an "hmm".

Shen Yuan took off his headset and turned to Amuro Toru: "How is it, Bourbon?" His eyes curved into crescents under his silver hair, "I told you there will be a good show today, right?" Amuro Toru remained silent, his purple-gray eyes deep and unfathomable.

As Shen Yuan and Gin left, he watched them retreat, his thoughts swirling. "You've repeatedly ignored Conan and the others, showing no intention of killing them, even disregarding the interests of the organization. What do you mean by that? Are you trying to tell me that your goal is also to destroy this criminal organization?" Their shadows intertwined, forming a blur on the asphalt road.

In the distance, the sound of sirens could be faintly heard, and the white Mercedes carrying Conan had already disappeared in the traffic.

Amuro Toru withdrew his gaze and looked towards the direction where Vermouth fell from the bridge. Compared to their ignoring behavior, Vermouth's behavior was even more bizarre...

Chapter 192: Kiel's Crisis 2

Shen Yuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought, his fingertips touching the cold glass.

Outside the window, the streets of Tokyo were covered with a thick blanket of snow overnight. The branches of the dead trees were wrapped in crystal ice shells, reflecting tiny rays of light in the morning light.

A few early risers hurried across the snow, their exhaled white breath condensing into mist in the air.

He clearly remembered that it was still midsummer yesterday - the stifling heat that made his long-sleeved shirt stick to his back, and the scorching sunset on Toriya Bridge.

It’s winter again today. Time flies so fast~haha.

Gin sat on the sofa in the living room, his silver hair scattered on his shoulders, holding the same iced American coffee in his hand.

The condensation on the outside of the glass slid down, leaving wet marks between his fingers.

Seeing Shen Yuan silent since early morning, Gin asked, "What's wrong?" His green eyes looked particularly clear in the morning light.

Shen Yuan shook his head, the white mist from his breath creating a hazy patch on the glass: "Nothing, I just miss the summer of yesterday!" He turned and walked towards the living room, "Winter is coming so quickly.

By the way, how's Vermouth?" Gin's hand holding the coffee paused imperceptibly.

The living room fell into an eerie silence.

Shen Yuan blinked.

Gin's reaction... Could it be that Vermouth's situation... "Ask Chianti!" Gin finally put down the coffee cup, and the bottom of the cup made a crisp sound when it hit the glass coffee table, "She is more 'concerned' about Vermouth's situation!" Shen Yuan's gaze shifted to Gin's mobile phone.

As "Monk," he really didn't have a direct connection to Chianti.

He stood up and walked to the locker room, took out the voice-changing collar from the drawer and put it on.

He adjusted it a few times, making sure the sound returned to Monk's unique youthful voice.

Back in the living room, Shen Yuan picked up Gin's cell phone and dialed Chianti's number.

The "beep" sound waiting to be connected is particularly clear in the quiet room.

"Gin?" Chianti's voice was filled with obvious confusion. "You actually called? Don't you usually text?"

"Chianti," Shen Yuan said in Monk's voice, "It's me!" There was a sound of something being knocked over on the other end of the line, followed by Chianti's hushed exclamation: "Monk?! What are you..." Chianti seemed to be stuck in the throat of fate, swallowing the words he wanted to ask. He paused, then said, "What do you want from me?"

"Chianti," Shen Yuan's voice came through the voice changer with the unique clarity of a teenager, "Didn't you and Korn go to see Miss Vermouth yesterday? I came to ask about her situation!" Chianti on the other end of the phone rolled his eyes.

If she hadn't known that Monk was the mastermind behind Vermouth's tragic situation yesterday, she would have almost believed this hypocritical greeting.

However, thinking of Vermouth's miserable condition, she couldn't help but speak excitedly: "Monk, you don't know!" Her voice rose octaves because of excitement, "When we found Vermouth, the woman was in a terrible state! Most of her golden hair was burnt, half of her face was severely burned, and the human skin mask was stuck to her skin-" Chianti imitated the doctor's tone with glee, "The plastic surgeon also said, 'In her case, she must remove the damaged epidermis and perform skin grafting surgery', hahaha!" When Shen Yuan heard "plastic surgeon", he subconsciously thought of Arak.

Then he looked at Gin, but accidentally met his deep green eyes - it turned out that ever since he put on the voice-changing collar and appeared in the living room, Gin's eyes had never left him.

The silver-haired killer's gaze swept across the metal collar around Shen Yuan's neck, and then fell on his Adam's apple, which rolled slightly when he spoke, with a dark tide in his eyes.

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked back provocatively, while continuing into the phone: "That Miss Vermouth is so miserable. Not only did she fail the mission, but she was also injured like this!" As he spoke, he sat down next to Gin, and his bare ankles rubbed against the other's long legs wrapped in suit pants in an ambiguous way.

"That's right!" Chianti was completely unaware of the undercurrent on the other end of the phone, and still revealed the news happily, "She's in big trouble this time! The mission failed and the previous mistakes, the boss has ordered her to 'rest'-" She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of these two words, "Anyway, she has no freedom now, and seems to have returned to the boss. I think she's in trouble. Don't even think about making trouble in the short time!" When Shen Yuan heard that Vermouth was going to return to Karasuma Renye, the first thing he thought of was that she might have had a hand in Arak before, and then he thought of the "messenger" that could imitate biological signals and inject them into living organisms. He always felt that Karasuma Renye's lair was not far away.

At this time, Gin's cell phone vibrated, and there was an incoming text message. Shen Yuan glanced at it... Gin suddenly reached out and grabbed Shen Yuan's moving ankle. His slender fingers were as cold as snow, and light blue veins were faintly visible on the back of his bony hand.

He exerted a little force and pulled the person towards him.

Shen Yuan was caught off guard and lost his balance, almost dropping his phone.

"Chianti," he managed to steady his voice, "I have something else to do, I'm hanging up first!" He cut off the call without waiting for the other party to respond.

The cell phone was thrown casually in the corner of the sofa. Shen Yuan looked up at the silver-haired killer who was looming over him, and smiled like a cat stealing fish: "Boss, it's not a good idea to do this in broad daylight?" Gin unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt with one hand, revealing his well-defined collarbone, his green eyes dark: "Who provoked whom first?" Shen Yuan's fingers gently stroked Gin's Adam's apple, feeling the slight rolling under his fingertips: "It was obviously the boss who looked at me with that look first!" His nails scratched the bulge faintly.

Gin stopped talking nonsense, grabbed Shen Yuan's neck and lowered his head to seal his lips.

This kiss carried the bitter taste of black coffee. When the tip of his tongue pried open his teeth, Shen Yuan tasted a faint hint of nicotine.

The metal patch of the voice-changing collar was heated by body temperature. Gin's fingers passed through the gap between the collar and his skin, and his knuckles slowly rubbed his Adam's apple.

Shen Yuan's breathing suddenly became disordered, and the collar vibrated slightly as he swallowed.

Just as Gin's hand began to move downwards, Shen Yuan suddenly twisted his waist and fell backward onto the sofa, out of control.

Gin's eyes darkened, and he was about to bend down to catch up, but Shen Yuan raised his leg and pressed it against his shoulder.

Shen Yuan smiled seductively, and with his other hand he shook the cell phone he had touched at some point: "Boss, your boss just sent a message~" He deliberately dragged out his voice, "He said he wants you to arrange for someone to find Kil, saying that she is not dead yet, and you must find her or kill her!" Gin's hand, which was supported on the sofa, had bulging veins on it. He stared down at Shen Yuan condescendingly, with a few strands of silver hair hanging down, casting a dangerous shadow between the two of them.

Those emerald eyes were brewing danger, like the deep sea before a storm.

Shen Yuan licked his lips provocatively, which were kissed red. He raised his face and said in a deliberately whispered voice: "Boss, go and do the task~" His eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes, "Don't let your title of 'Model Worker of the Organization' down!" Gin suddenly reached out and rolled his thumb heavily over Shen Yuan's wet lips, making the wetness even more bright red.

He leaned over and whispered in Shen Yuan's ear, his warm breath carrying a threat: "Tonight!" These two simple words burned like a branding iron on his skin, "You will cry for mercy!"...

Chapter 193: Kiel's Crisis 3

The heater in the Maori Detective Agency made a soft humming sound.

Shen Yuan curled up on the sofa, holding the new work of Kudo Yusaku recommended by Conan in his hand.

Heavy snow fell outside the window, dyeing Beika Town a pure white.

"It's so boring!" Kogoro Mouri slumped in his office chair with his feet on the table. "Are the clients hibernating because of the snow?" He grabbed the receiver of the landline and shook it. "This broken phone has been like a brick since yesterday! There's not even a call from a client!" As soon as he finished speaking, the phone suddenly rang.

Maori was so startled that he almost rolled off his chair. Then his eyes lit up and he answered the phone in a hurry: "Hello! This is Maori Detective Agency!" His voice was so enthusiastic that it could melt the snow outside the window, "How can I help you - ah?... No... That has nothing to do with me... I'm just completing the commission... This... You should have a good talk with your husband..." Shen Yuan and Conan who was sitting opposite him exchanged glances.

The young detective pushed up his glasses and whispered, "It doesn't sound like a commission!"

"It seems more like he's here to settle a score!" Shen Yuan had just finished speaking when the door of the office was pushed open.

Xiaolan walked in with a bunch of shopping bags, and there were still some unmelted snowflakes on the ends of her hair and shoulders.

Seeing Shen Yuan, she blinked in surprise: "Brother Shen Yuan? You are here?" Shen Yuan raised the hardcover book in his hand: "Conan invited me to appreciate his 'Uncle Yusaku's' new work!" A tall and thin boy followed Xiaolan.

He wore round-framed glasses, and behind the lenses were a pair of blue cat eyes that looked very similar to someone else's.

Its fluffy brown curls were covered with snow particles, making it look like a wet little animal.

"This is the transfer student in our class, Hondou Eisuke!" Xiaolan put down the shopping bag and rubbed her red, frozen hands. "I met him in the supermarket. He said he missed his father and came to visit!" Mouri Kogoro had just hung up the inexplicable phone call. When he turned around and saw Hondou Eisuke, the corners of his mouth twitched noticeably.

He remembered that the last time this daredevil came to visit, he broke his favorite teacup and almost burned his case clipping book.

"Why are you here?" There was a hint of vigilance in Kogoro Mouri's voice.

Hondou Eisuke pushed his round-frame glasses, and his blue eyes behind the lenses flashed with innocence: "You said last time that I was welcome to come and play anytime..." As he spoke, he walked forward, but his left foot tripped over his right foot and he fell forward.

"Be careful!" Xiaolan exclaimed.

Hondou Eisuke grabbed the edge of the coffee table in a panic, but spilled the tea that Mouri Kogoro had just brewed.

The brown tea spread all over the document, and Mao Li's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Hondou Eisuke hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe it, and accidentally knocked over the pen holder, and the stationery scattered all over the floor.

He squatted down to pick it up, and the back of his head hit the coffee table with a bang.

Conan frowned as he watched the scene, his eyes behind the lenses full of scrutiny.

Why does this "clumsy" transfer student always appear next to Xiaolan? Is there any other purpose?

He was thinking when he suddenly realized that Shen Yuan was also staring at Hondou Eisuke.

"Brother Shen," Conan asked in a low voice, "Did you find something wrong?" Shen Yuan retracted his gaze, and said as if he suddenly discovered something: "I suddenly feel that it's not so strange that you and Mr. Yusaku look alike!" He lowered his voice, "This classmate Hondou is also very similar to the news anchor we met before, especially those eyes, don't they look like they were cast in the same mold? Genes are really amazing!" Conan's pupils suddenly contracted. He knew that he was actually his father's son, so he looked like his father. What about Hondou Eisuke? Conan turned his head and looked at Hondou Eisuke who bowed and apologized to Maori Kogoro, and suddenly found that those eyes were really... Conan frowned.

"I've finished reading this book!" Shen Yuan suddenly stood up and put the book back on the shelf. "It's getting late, and Lightning is still waiting for me at home!" He turned to everyone with a gentle smile, "Miss Xiaolan, I'm leaving first!"

"Ah? Brother Shen Yuan, aren't you staying for dinner?" Shen Yuan shook his head and said, "Lightning is still at home waiting for me to feed him, so I'll leave first!" Hondou Eisuke raised his head when he heard that, his glasses tilted to one side: "Are you leaving?" He stood up in a hurry to see the guest off, but his knee hit the coffee table, and he grimaced in pain.

"Mr. Hondo, please sit down!" Shen Yuan suppressed his laughter and looked at Conan, "Let's look at other series you recommend next time!" Conan was still immersed in shock and nodded mechanically.

It was not until the sound of the door closing after Shen Yuan left that he came to his senses and found that his palms were full of cold sweat.

Outside the window, Shen Yuan opened his umbrella and walked into the snow. His black windbreaker was particularly eye-catching against the pure white background.

He looked back at the window of the detective agency, a meaningful smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"This is going to be very interesting..." He whispered to himself, and the white breath he exhaled quickly dissipated in the wind and snow.

When Shen Yuan got home, Gin had not returned yet. Shen Yuan did not care. He knew that Gin's mission was not so easy to complete. After all, Rena Mizunashi was in Akai Shuichi's hands, so it was not easy to find her. Shen Yuan had dinner with Lightning.

After washing up in the evening, Shen Yuan lay down on the bed. Gin had not come back yet. Shen Yuan sighed and said, "It seems that the boss's wish to teach me a lesson has not been fulfilled!" Then he picked up his phone and took a selfie of himself just getting out of the bath and sent it to Gin, with the text [Boss, thank you for your hard work]. Shen Yuan picked up the book he had placed on the bedside table and started reading. There was also a glass of wine he had prepared for himself on the bedside table.

Shen Yuan leaned against the head of the bed, flipping through about twenty pages of the book in his hand.

When the bedroom door was pushed open, Shen Yuan raised his eyes and saw Gin's dusty figure. A lazy arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Boss, you're back so late~" He drawled out his words, his tongue lightly licking the rim of the whiskey glass. The amber liquor shone with an alluring luster under the light. "I thought the boss wouldn't be able to come back tonight!" He said, "Did the mission go well?" Gin didn't answer, his green eyes under his silver hair were dim and unclear.

He turned and left the bedroom, and a moment later the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of water stopped.

Gin pushed the door open and walked in, water still dripping from the ends of his hair. The water droplets slid down his well-defined chest and sank into the bath towel around his waist.

The light red from the hot water has not faded and is particularly eye-catching against the cold white skin.

He stepped barefoot on the carpet, and each step carried the pressure of a predator.

Shen Yuan shook his wine glass and was about to say something else when Gin had already walked to the bedside.

A bony hand snatched the wine glass and threw it onto the carpet. The crisp sound of the glass hitting the ground was particularly harsh in the silent bedroom.

"You are sure that I won't come back tonight," Gin grabbed the back of Shen Yuan's neck and pressed down with a kiss that smelled of gunpowder, "so you dare to post that kind of photo?" This kiss was like a punishment, and he tasted a hint of rust when his teeth knocked against each other.

Shen Yuan laughed muffledly, his fingertips running through Gin's wet silver hair: "Isn't the boss back..." The last syllable disappeared in the intertwined breaths.

Shen Yuan chuckled and raised his head obediently.

The kiss was as fierce as a punishment. Her teeth scratched his lower lip and the smell of blood spread between his lips and teeth.

He deliberately rubbed his knee against Gin's waist and felt the other's muscles tense instantly.

"What's the hurry..." Shen Yuan panted and tilted his head, his black hair brushing across the back of Gin's hand.

Gin didn't give Shen Yuan a chance to delay. He tore open the belt of Shen Yuan's pajamas, and his cold fingertips slid down along the waistline, causing a shudder.

"You talk too much!" He bit Shen Yuan's Adam's apple, leaving a new mark on that fair skin.

Shen Yuan bent his waist and inserted his fingers into Gin's silver hair.

He smiled with his eyes narrowed, like a cat whose fur was stroked, but when he was touched next time, he suddenly turned over, reversing the positions of the two people.

In the moonlight, he sat astride Gin's waist, his nightgown completely spread out, his slender figure like an ink painting.

The moonlight shines through the gauze curtain, giving Shen Yuan, who is sitting astride Gin's waist, a silver edge.

The silk nightgown completely opened and slipped off the shoulders, revealing jade-like skin and smooth muscle lines.

He looked down at the silver-haired killer beneath him, the provocation in his eyes matching the one he had seen earlier in the morning.

"Boss, don't be so anxious~" Shen Yuan's fingertips slowly moved along Gin's naked chest, drawing circles ambiguously at his heart, "I called you back because I wanted to share the work..." He leaned down, his breath hot, "Don't... misunderstand what I mean!" Gin's eyes suddenly turned dark, and a dangerous undercurrent surged in his emerald eyes.

He pinched Shen Yuan's waist and flipped him over suddenly, and the bed sheet wrinkled into a ball during the movement.

Shen Yuan's back sank into the soft duvet, and the silver-haired killer loomed over him, his green eyes shining surprisingly brightly in the shadows.

"No rush!" Gin's voice was as low and hoarse as the strings of a cello, "You have plenty of opportunities tonight... Take your time.

You should save your strength now... beg for mercy!" Gin emphasized each word with a hint of danger.

Chapter 194: Kiel's Crisis 4