I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

He took a deep breath and leaned back, the rain on the wall soaking through his windbreaker.

"Then do you want to call the police?" Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, with a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth.

Although his face was as pale as paper due to blood loss, the fierce light in his green eyes did not diminish at all.

Shen Yuan could feel that although the gun had been put down, Gin's muscles were still tense.

If he showed any threat, the bullet would pierce his forehead in the next second.

"I'm not as righteous as Mr. Gin thinks!" Shen Yuan shrugged. "To be honest, I'm from the Flower Planting Family. I don't have any thoughts about how chaotic Japan is. If you learn a little about history, you'll know what the special mentality of the Flower Planting Family is towards this place!" His tone was as calm as if he was discussing the weather. "As long as it doesn't endanger me, anything is fine!" Gin stared into Shen Yuan's eyes, the flame of his cigarette butt flickering in the rain.

He saw something special - it was not the coldness common among killers, nor the indifference pretended by hypocrites, but a deeper alienation that was almost nihilistic.

It seemed as if everything that happened on this land had nothing to do with the person in front of him.

Gin was familiar with this look - he had seen it in the eyes of veterans who had experienced war.

It's not hatred, but complete indifference. In their eyes, the enemy is no longer a human being, so they harvest the appointments without any feeling, just like cutting fruit.

Gin suddenly laughed.

Not a sneer, but a genuine smile with a hint of amusement.

The rain flowed down his silver hair and slid across the slightly upturned corners of his mouth.

Shen Yuan was stunned.

He had never seen Gin's expression like this before - the frozen mask suddenly cracked, revealing the fresh flesh and blood inside.

The Killer in the Rain is breathtakingly beautiful.

"Then..." Shen Yuan came back to his senses and pointed at Gin's wound that was bleeding. "Do you need me to take you home?" The only sounds in the alley were the sound of rain and Gin's heavy breathing.

Just when Shen Yuan thought the other party would refuse and was about to turn around and leave, a hand wearing a black glove reached out.

"Help me up!" Gin's voice was colder than the rain.

When Shen Yuan held that hand, he felt the sticky blood and irresistible force on his palm.

Gin's body temperature was frighteningly low, but his grip was astonishingly strong, as if he was grabbing not a helping hand, but the last piece of driftwood.

Lightning circled around the two men's feet and suddenly pricked up his ears in alertness.

There were chaotic footsteps and low growls in Japanese in the distance.

Gin's eyes immediately became sharp. He tried to touch the gun, but staggered due to excessive blood loss.

"It seems that your 'friends' are chasing us!" Shen Yuan sighed, suddenly bent down, and put Gin's arm on his shoulder, "Bear with it, we have to speed up!" Before Gin could object, Shen Yuan half dragged and half hugged him to the other end of the alley.

Lightning led the way ahead, looking back from time to time to check on the two people's conditions.

Gin's weight almost fell on Shen Yuan, and his warm blood seeped through his shirt.

Shen Yuan could smell the mixed scent of gunpowder, blood, and rain on the other person, as well as a faint aroma of gin.

They passed through three alleys to avoid surveillance on the main road.

Shen Yuan chose the most covert route - passing through the garbage disposal area at the back door of the convenience store, climbing over a low wall, and then going up the slope of the underground parking lot.

Lightning was always five steps ahead of them, his ears alertly turning to make sure the front was safe.

"Turn left!" Gin suddenly said, his voice hoarse with pain, "There's a fire escape!" Shen Yuan followed the instructions and found a rusty iron ladder at the end of the alley.

He pushed Gin up first and then climbed up himself.

The iron ladder was slippery in the rain. When Gin was halfway up, his wound burst open and blood dripped down the ladder.

Shen Yuan had to hold his waist with one hand, and his palm was immediately soaked with warm liquid.

After climbing onto the roof, the two moved along the rooftop of the townhouse.

From this height, they could see their pursuers searching the alleys below.

Gin leaned against the ventilation pipe and gasped for breath. His silver hair was wet by the rain and stuck to his face, like a broken spider web in the moonlight.

"Can you still walk?" Shen Yuan asked in a low voice.

Gin didn't answer, but expressed his opinion with his actions - he grabbed Shen Yuan's shoulders and used the force to stand up.

The last hundred meters are the most dangerous.

They had to navigate the scaffolding of an abandoned building.

The wooden planks creaked ominously underfoot, and Gin's blood dripped onto the rusted steel frame like a red road sign.

Lightning led the way lightly ahead, looking back from time to time to urge them on with his eyes.

When the Shirokanedai Luxury Apartments finally came into view, Gin's breathing had become shallow and rapid.

Shen Yuan had to half-carry him across the last road, and stood at the intersection vigilantly with his ears pressed flat, until he was sure it was safe before following.

Shen Yuan stood in front of the doors of 4501 and 4502 and looked at Gin: "Mr. Gin, are you going to my house or go back?" Gin raised his hand and pointed across, his voice hoarse due to blood loss: "...There is medicine!" Shen Yuan immediately understood - Gin's house had something to treat gunshot wounds.

Chapter 21 The Bloody Beauty Under the Moonlight 2

Shen Yuan supported Gin and walked to the door of 4502, watching him take out the key and open it.

When the door opened, a cold breath hit me in the face, mixed with the cool scent of gun oil and cedar.

The lights in the living room came on automatically. Hanging on the wall was a row of carefully maintained guns, which shone with a cold, hard metallic luster under the warm light.

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Gin has so many things in his collection!" Gin did not answer, but walked straight to the sofa, his movements a little stiff due to the pain.

After he sat down, he pointed to the cabinet next to him: "Medicine!" Shen Yuan looked at Lightning and helped him take off his raincoat: "Don't make trouble!" Cheetah shook its tail and squatted obediently at the entrance, but its ice-blue eyes looked curiously at this dangerous space - he noticed that there was a safe in the corner for weapons, a spare gun stuck under the coffee table, and even a folding knife hidden in the lampshade of the floor lamp.

Lightning's ears suddenly turned towards the kitchen, where a faint electronic sound came from.

Shen Yuan also heard it. He looked at Gin, who just said coldly: "Surveillance alarm!" Then he pressed a few buttons on his phone, and the sound disappeared immediately.

Opening the cabinet, Shen Yuan found various medical supplies neatly arranged inside - military hemostatic powder, surgical sutures, morphine injections, and even simple blood transfusion equipment.

Shen Yuan took out the first aid kit and returned to the sofa.

"You need to take off your clothes!" Shen Yuan put on disposable medical gloves, "Do you mind?" Gin sneered, and used his uninjured left hand to tear open his windbreaker and throw it aside. He then unbuttoned his shirt with impatient roughness, but when the fabric stuck to the wound, his fingertips trembled slightly.

As the black shirt was stripped off, a body full of violent aesthetics was exposed under the light - pale skin was covered with strong and full muscles, and every line was as sharp as if carved with a knife.

The two hideous gunshot wounds added a sense of fragmentation to this beauty. The abdominal muscles around the abdominal wounds were tense due to pain, forming deep grooves.

Shen Yuan noticed an old scar below his collarbone, which looked like it had been stabbed by a dagger.

Even more striking was the large knife wound mixed with whip wounds on the right shoulder blade, like the spread wings of a devil.

Far from weakening the body's intimidating power, these scars acted like medals, revealing the owner's battle-hardened past.

When Gin raised his arm to cooperate with the inspection, his triceps stretched out a shocking arc, and the blood vessels meandered like blue rivers under his pale skin.

The rise and fall of his ribs when he breathed was shallow, clearly an instinct shaped by special training—even when seriously injured, he had to keep the exposed area as minimal as possible.

"The bullet is still inside!" Shen Yuan could clearly feel the hardness of the other person's muscles while disinfecting.

Gin's body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people, but at this moment it is extremely hot due to blood loss and pain, like a piece of red-hot iron cooling down.

"Take it out, no anesthesia needed!" Gin noticed that Shen Yuan wanted to take anesthetic and refused directly.

The moment he grabbed the towel and bit it, his neck muscles stretched into sharp lines.

There was a tiny cut on his Adam's apple that was bleeding, and the blood was shining moistly under the light as he swallowed.

Shen Yuan paused, then followed Gin's wishes and picked up the surgical forceps.

When the surgical forceps entered the abdominal wound, Gin's muscles instantly tensed to the extreme.

Shen Yuan saw those muscles rolling under his skin like taut steel cables. The rectus abdominis muscles were clearly divided into eight grooves, and the mermaid line was lost in the shadow of his waistband.

Sweat flowed down the depression between the chest muscles, like a silver snake under the light.

Shen Yuan could feel the other party's burning gaze fixed on his head, but he did not look up, concentrating on searching for the bullet.

With a "ding" sound, the blood-stained bullet fell into the metal tray.

Shen Yuan quickly cleaned the wound, sprinkled hemostatic powder on it, and then picked up the suture needle.

His breath sprayed on Gin's taut abdominal muscles, forming a fine white mist in the cold air.

When Shen Yuan needed to wrap the bandage around Gin's waist, the distance between the two suddenly shortened.

He had to almost hug the other person, and when his fingers connected the bandage at the lower back, he inadvertently touched Gin's cold skin.

Gin looked down at Shen Yuan's whorl of hair. His silver hair fell down, and a few strands brushed Shen Yuan's wrists.

His eyes were dim and his breathing was slightly rapid due to the pain.

"Okay!" Shen Yuan cut off the excess bandages and when he looked up, he was caught off guard by the pair of green eyes that were so close to him.

The tips of their noses were almost touching, and he realized that Gin's irises appeared a rare emerald green with a grayish hue under the light.

A moment of silence.

Shen Yuan's breathing stopped.

Gin's pupils contracted slightly under the light, like the instinctive reaction of a nocturnal animal when exposed to strong light.

With only an inch of distance between the two of them, Shen Yuan could clearly count the fine beads of sweat condensed on the other's eyelashes, and smell the scent of cedar and tobacco hidden under the smell of blood.

Gin's jawline tensed for a moment—that was the mark of his clenched back teeth.

The sound of the cheetah's tail slapping the carpet suddenly became particularly clear.

Lightning had crouched beside the two of them without them knowing, his ice-blue eyes flashing with curiosity in the dim light, the tip of his tail swaying rhythmically from side to side.

Lightning suddenly came over and put his wet head on Gin's knees, breaking the delicate atmosphere.

Gin reached out and rubbed the cheetah's ears, his movements surprisingly gentle.

"Arm!" Shen Yuan cleared his throat and turned to another wound.

After treating all the injuries, Shen Yuan took off his gloves and found that Gin was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, his long eyelashes casting shadows on his pale face.

Lightning lay at his feet, his tail slapping rhythmically on the carpet.

"I recommend a tetanus shot!" Shen Yuan pointed to the medicine box, "But you should know better than me!" Gin opened his eyes, his gaze clear, unlike someone who had lost too much blood: "You know how to bandage!"

"There's a troublemaker at home!" Shen Yuan nodded at Lightning, "I'm used to it!" Gin suddenly raised his uninjured hand, his silver hair slid down from his shoulders, casting a cold touch on Shen Yuan's wrist.

His movements were slow, as if giving Shen Yuan enough time to dodge - but Shen Yuan didn't move.

Gin's fingertips finally landed behind Shen Yuan's ear, gently wiping away a trace of blood that had splashed there at some unknown time. The second that they stayed behind his ear, they left a burning sensation.

Only then did Shen Yuan realize that he was stained with Gin's blood in the alley.

"I should go back!" Shen Yuan stood up. "Don't let the wound get wet. Tomorrow—"

"Stay!" Gin interrupted him in a low voice, "They may still be nearby!" Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Gin, are you worried about me?" Gin sneered: "I'm worried that your cheetah will lose its owner!" Lightning whimpered at the right time and rubbed Gin's calf with his head, as if agreeing.

Shen Yuan looked at the rain still falling outside the window, then looked at Gin's lips which were pale due to blood loss, and finally sighed: "Okay, I'll sleep on the sofa!" Gin did not object, but stood up with difficulty, took out a blanket from the bedroom and threw it to Shen Yuan.

"The bathroom is over there!" Gin pointed to the corridor, "Don't touch anything!" Shen Yuan took the blanket and stroked the soft fabric with his fingertips: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in guns!" Gin turned and walked towards the bedroom. He paused at the door for a moment, then walked in and closed the door without looking back. Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked at the blanket in his hand in the moonlight coming in from the window - pure black cashmere, with dark patterns embroidered on the edges, and it felt extremely delicate.

He shook it open, and a cold scent of cedar came to his face, mixed with a faint smell of gunpowder.

"It seems that Mr. Gin pays great attention to the quality of life!" Shen Yuan teased to the empty living room, his voice just loud enough for the people in the bedroom to hear.

He was answered by the clear sound of a gun being loaded.

Shen Yuan chuckled and spread the blanket on the sofa.

Lightning had already curled up beside the coffee table. "You are good at choosing a place!" Shen Yuan squatted down and rubbed Cheetah's head. "You know where is the safest place!" When getting up and walking towards the bathroom, Shen Yuan noticed that there was a thin anti-fingerprint coating on the door handle.

He raised an eyebrow and pushed the door open - the bathroom was unexpectedly tidy, with all the items arranged according to some obsessive-compulsive pattern.

There are only the most basic toiletries on the shelves, and even the brands are the most common ones. They are obviously the type that have been carefully selected and will not reveal any information.

When the hot water washed away the rain and blood on his body, Shen Yuan realized how tired he was.

He dried himself hastily, looked at his pale face and the bruises on his shoulders in the mirror, and suddenly realized something - his clothes were still wet and hanging outside the shower room.

Wrapped in a bath towel, Shen Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still knocked on Gin's door.

"Mr. Gin," he said through the door, with just the right amount of helplessness in his voice, "Do you have pajamas? I washed the clothes that got caught in the rain!" After ten seconds of silence, the door was suddenly opened.

Gin had changed into a black silk nightgown with a slightly open neckline, revealing a small patch of pale skin at his collarbone.

His gaze lingered on Shen Yuan's naked upper body for half a second - water droplets were still sliding down Shen Yuan's chest, forming small puddles in the grooves of his abdominal muscles.

A black yukata was thrown over roughly.