He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

The doctor, however, smiled knowingly and said, "You've been dating someone lately, haven't you? Your girlfriend is that Ms. Qingzi you've been so interested in?"

Shinichi Kudo blushed slightly: "No way."

However, he quickly became serious, wondering how Kiyoko could have encountered such a thing.

It's unlikely she actively used any nasal spray; she must have been in some kind of environment and thus passively ingested it.

They've mostly been together these past two days, the only place they might have gone alone to was a high-concentration environment...

Is this Kiyoko's house?!

Upon considering this possibility, Shinichi Kudo's eyes widened. Yes, the money Kiyoko used to buy her new home was Masato Yukimatsu's insurance money, and behind this money was the shadow of a mastermind!

Regardless of whether that person is Mamoru Ishida or not, if he wants to get Kiyoko, then the possibility of him using underhanded tactics during the renovation of Kiyoko's home cannot be ruled out!

"How long can this kind of thing exist in the outside world?" Shinichi Kudo asked hurriedly.

"It depends on the storage conditions. At room temperature, it can last a few days at most; refrigerated, it can last for several weeks; and frozen, it can last for several months." The doctor looked Shinichi Kudo up and down a few times. "I roughly understand your situation. Why don't you bring a suspicious item with you, and I'll test it?"

Shinichi Kudo's eyes lit up: "Thank you, I'll come over tomorrow."

"No, it's today."

The doctor smiled and pointed to his watch: "It's already one in the morning."

Shinichi Kudo paused slightly, then sighed inwardly. Yes, so much time had passed without him realizing it, and the case still hadn't made much progress.

After thanking the doctor, Shinichi Kudo returned to apartment 404, where most of the people had already left. He looked around.

"Where are Mr. Amuro and Ran?"

"The girl who called herself Kogoro Mouri called earlier, saying she wanted to duel him, so both of them went over there," said Kazunobu Chiba, who stayed behind.

"what?!"

Chapter 163 Anger is useless, burning at the stake is the end, Xiao Lan's level is far from enough!

The location for the duel was Tokyo Bay. Shinichi Kudo's eyes lit up as soon as he heard that, and he hurriedly asked if it was Akagi Wharf.

Unfortunately, no.

The hospital couldn't find anything wrong, and Shinichi Kudo turned to run away, but as he swung his arm, he suddenly felt a piercing pain.

Several hours have passed since the painkiller was injected, and its effects have worn off.

Helpless, Shinichi Kudo could only return to his ward with the help of nurse Keiko. He took a few painkillers, but the effect was mediocre. It was probably because the previous medication was too strong, and now it only made his normal pain less noticeable.

This caused him to grimace in pain in bed, but thankfully, the case in Tokyo Bay could serve as a form of mental anesthesia.

Masayo Aida sat by his bedside, acting as his substitute, and contacted Juzo Inspector Megure.

Upon learning that Inspector Megure had requested reinforcements and was surrounding the target location from a distance, instead of letting Amuro Tooru and Ran fight another battle with the mastermind, Shinichi Kudo breathed a sigh of relief.

But then he became disappointed.

He knew that the mastermind behind this wouldn't be unaware of such a thing; there wouldn't be anything else there besides what he wanted to leave for the police.

At 1:30 a.m., just as he had expected, before the police could completely surround the area and begin a thorough search, they saw a bright bonfire rising under the dark night sky.

The group rushed there, but stopped outside the campfire.

It was indeed a large bonfire, and in the center of the bonfire was a steel cross stained black with blood, and a figure, charred black all over, was tightly bound to it with iron chains.

The figure's arms were severed at the shoulder, its head hung low, and its feet were intertwined, one in front of the other.

Amidst the raging flames, his figure was blurred, resembling both a sacred, suffering figure and a somewhat severed obsidian sculpture.

A strong sea breeze swept away the clouds that had been obscuring the moon.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, casting its cold silver light, which intertwines with the fiery red.

Many people clenched their fists so tightly that blood almost seeped from their clenched teeth.

But what use is anger before a raging fire that has already taken hold?

It's just nourishment.

Let the karmic fire from hell rise even higher.

It wasn't that no one thought about putting out the fire, but the person on the cross had clearly been dead for a long time, and their face was no longer recognizable. What could they do if they were saved?

and……

Amidst the rising wisps of smoke, on the rooftop of a building not far away, a figure appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.

Wearing a sharp black suit and a crimson Tengu mask, he stood against the wind atop the parapet, looking down at the crowd watching the execution. He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse:

"Everyone."

Although the sound was carried against the wind, it possessed a strange penetrating power, clearly reaching everyone's ears, accompanied by a soft chuckle:

He said he was a member of the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

"!!!!!!"

An indescribable rage instantly enveloped the minds and bodies of every listener, and in that moment, fueled by their fury…

[Killing Intent +13]!

Wearing the Great Tengu mask, Ying Sheng nodded with satisfaction. This made up for the exhaustion he had suffered in the hospital, and his appearance was not in vain.

Speaking of which, compared to love, collecting murderous intent should also require a degree of realism, right?

He already has so many masks without even taking them off; what would happen if he took them off?

Ying Sheng covered his face with his hands, looking restless.

However, after seeing Hei Pi and Xiao Lan in the police force, he finally let go with regret.

See you next time, everyone.

Ying Sheng waved his hand and turned to leave.

boom!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! !

Gunshots rang out behind him, a farewell to him.

After an unknown amount of time, the execution ground finally returned to tranquility. A gentle night breeze blew, and the flames gradually died down, leaving only the lonely cross and ashes scattered on the ground.

That respectable sycophant and tough guy, his soul has been sublimated in the blazing flames, breaking free from the shackles of the body, turning into a wisp of smoke, and merging into the boundless night sky.

pat--!

Someone knelt down on the ground, lost in thought.

The lonely moon still hangs high in the sky.

In his ward at Beika Central Hospital, Shinichi Kudo closed his eyes in anguish.

Who is that person?

On a Toyota Prado slowly driving through the city, Hotaru gently ruffled the hair of the cute girl in the passenger seat:

"I hope it's fun?"

"Mmm...it's so beautiful." Hua Ying giggled and jumped into Ying Sheng's arms. "Big brother is so good to me. He took me to see such beautiful fireworks. I love you so much! I love you so much! I love you the most!"

[Love +1]

A sudden inner voice rang in Ying Sheng's mind, and he grinned. Finally, finally!

A third person!

"Hahaha, I hope so. I don't love you, but I've found a way for us to get along!"

Ying Sheng released the steering wheel, cupped Hope's cheeks, and gently kissed her forehead, like a priest gently kissing a believer.

Do you know why I abandoned you before?

"Because my elder brother's god does not approve of me."

“That’s right, but it’s not your fault, it’s my fault. Now, He approves of you.”

Amidst the cacophony of horns blaring from the surrounding vehicles, Huaying looked up, her eyes filled with hope:

"Then where are we going now?"

Ying Sheng smiled and said, "Anywhere is fine."

His phone suddenly rang, but he didn't even look at it. Hua Ying glanced at it and asked curiously:

"Her name is Ran Mouri. Mouri, I feel like I've met her before."

"who cares."

Ying Sheng picked up his phone, tossed it out the window, and grinned: "Hopefully, tonight is park time!"

"Long live!!!"

Hua Ying hoped to shout and cheer.

"Pull over, you are suspected of dangerous driving and have seriously endangered public safety!"

With sirens blaring behind them, Hua Yingxi drew a pistol from Ying Sheng's waist, leaned out the window, and fired a shot at the person behind them.

Bang! ! !

After swaying and rocking for a while, the car finally crashed into the taxi next to it.

Gunshots rang out one after another, passersby began to scream, police sirens blared, and Hua Ying hoped to burst into laughter:

"The party has started!"

"Calling for backup! Calling for backup!"

The policewoman's cries for help echoed far and wide; tonight, the commotion was destined to be endless.

………………

The following morning, a long-awaited light rain fell.

Ying Sheng, holding a black umbrella and yawning, walked on the way to school, carrying the familiar two sandwiches.