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

Ying Sheng glanced at the number on the corner of the corridor in the dim light: fourth floor. "Xue Song's home is on the twelfth floor. Hmm, this level of sound is alright."

Xiaolan quickly turned off her phone and lowered her voice: "Is someone up above lying in ambush on us?"

"No, we're the ones ambushing others, but there are still police upstairs, and going through the stairwell now would be too suspicious." Ying Sheng smiled and continued climbing the stairs. "I say, Xiao Lan, do you really understand what you're doing right now?"

"A crime, what else?"

Xiaolan followed and glanced down the stairs at the corner. She thought she would hallucinate something like an abyss, but the darkness was too deep, completely obscuring her sense of direction and space, so she didn't feel anything at all.

"Are we supposed to ambush the bad guys who hurt Xuesong? We'll fight violence with violence, just like the last two times. Am I misunderstanding something?" she asked.

"On the surface, that's correct."

"Is that what Mizuki-kun was hiding from me?"

"Yes, I revealed so many things about myself that were worth noting to you, but you didn't ask about a single one of them. I don't know if you're just naturally naive or naturally cunning."

"...There's not much, and the most important thing is that you fired a gun at the underground casino last time, isn't it?"

"Oh my, Ran, you're actually a yakuza princess, right? Illegal possession of a gun is nothing to you."

"But there was already a gunfight at the Mian Guan Credit Co., Ltd., right? I didn't see his gun after I went upstairs, so it must be on you, Mizuki-kun."

"...You realized this so early on, yet you've been treating me like nothing's wrong all this time?"

"A pistol is just a tool, just like karate. Anyway, Suigetsu-kun didn't use it to bully the weak."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

"and……"

Xiao Lan paused slightly as her right hand was grasped in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, she felt a cool touch on her fingertips. She subconsciously opened her hand and held the coolness in her palm. It had a slightly rough texture and the temperature rose quickly. It wasn't metal; it was engineering plastic.

“The Glock 19 is a very reliable classic with a 15-round magazine. There’s one round in the chamber, and you can fire it by pulling the trigger.” Ying Sheng slowly closed Xiao Lan’s fingers and gripped the handle. “You’re right. A pistol is just a tool. Relax. This is another tool for you besides karate.”

"I...but..."

Xiaolan's voice was full of helplessness.

“Easy, easy, have you ever played a shooting game at an amusement park? With your strength, this is actually similar to that, since both have no recoil.” Ying Sheng smiled. “Actually, it’s mainly for defending against long-range attacks; at close range, it’s not as powerful as your karate.”

The casual tone eased Xiaolan's mind slightly, but she still let out a groan-like sigh:

"These are different, aren't they?"

"Heh, are you applying double standards? What did you just tell me?"

"I...you...you're a professional, what if I accidentally hurt someone?"

"I didn't tell you to just fire your gun anywhere in the street. How could you accidentally hurt anyone? Especially later, in the hallway, you can't even intentionally shoot other people."

"…………oh."

Xiaolan extended her index finger and lightly touched the trigger, then quickly withdrew it, asking somewhat nervously, "Where should I put it? Won't it misfire?"

"You can put it wherever you want. It has a trigger safety. As long as you're not too nervous and fire before you even draw the gun, it's 99% unlikely to go off accidentally."

"What about the remaining 0.1%?"

"That 0.1% success rate is the same as the probability of you getting something stuck in your teeth while drinking cold water. By the way, do you still remember the standard for responding to the enemy?"

"Two shots to the chest and one to the head..." Xiaolan paused for two seconds, her tone conflicted, "Wouldn't that make me a murderer?"

"No, no, no, the other side is the kind of person who can dodge bullets. Shoot him below the abdomen, where there is less movement, so the chance of hitting him might be higher. He won't die, and you won't become a murderer."

Moreover, they are absolutely heinous criminals in the secular sense; I swear by Xuantian.

"........."

Xiaolan was speechless. She carefully slipped the pistol into the pocket of her white coat, pressed the button twice to make sure it wouldn't fall out, and continued upstairs, muttering to herself:

"I trust Shuiyue-kun, but if I miss a single shot, don't blame me. Anyway, I can't do anything like killing people right now."

Ying Sheng was slightly taken aback, then shook his head and chuckled: "To be honest, the fact that you were able to accept it so quickly has far exceeded my expectations. You might even have a talent for this."

"Let's forget about talent in this area," Xiaolan sighed softly. "Can I shirk some responsibility?"

"Of course, it's all my fault."

"Yes, you are a bewitching devil."

Upon reaching the seventh floor, one could faintly hear people talking upstairs, but even clearer was the ear-piercing sound of metal being cut, which had been going on for a while.

Ying Sheng stopped and whispered, "Let's wait here. If we keep making noise, it won't be pleasant to hear your footsteps."

Xiaolan nodded, then, remembering that Yingsheng was blind, asked softly, "Are you sure someone will come?"

"Half and half, nothing is 100% certain."

"Will the person who comes also take the stairs?"

"I'm still not sure, but those dark creatures probably wouldn't take the elevator; there are police over there."

Is it possible that someone else came up first?

"Let me tell you a secret, Xiaolan, there's a ghost watching the entrance on the first floor for me. The reason I chose to stop here is that I can use the ghost's information to compare their speed and more accurately determine their identities."

"ghost?"

"Yes, a ghost."

Ying Sheng smiled and pulled Xiao Lan behind the partition wall at the corner: "Now, start adjusting your breathing, clear your mind, let your thoughts drift, and wait for my instructions. Turn around and fire immediately. I guarantee there will be no accidental injuries. You can also lower the angle as much as possible."

Xiaolan nodded, took out the pistol that was already warmed by her body heat, and held it with both hands.

breathe--

breathe--

"Yingsheng-jun".

The ghost's voice was very low in the headphones.

"They're coming up."

Chapter 189 Xiaolan's First Battle: Ambush and Kill Gin!

Ying Sheng naturally did not respond, but slowly closed his eyes and began to count silently according to the pace of that person in his memory.

Breathing becomes calm almost instantly, and you can hardly feel it unless you bring it close to your nose.

Gradually, even their presence disappeared.

Standing in the darkness, Xiaolan suddenly felt a little flustered, as if something supporting her had left her. Her breathing became slightly disordered, but quickly returned to normal.

She felt that familiar warmth in her hands.

Time passed slowly. Ying Sheng stood facing the stairs below, slowly raising his right hand. The dark muzzle of the gun blended perfectly with the darkness of the stairwell, like a drop of water returning to the ocean, without causing the slightest ripple.

Tap, tap, tap-tap—

Footsteps could be heard coming from below the stairwell.

Da da da……

It's getting closer.

three,

two,

One,

boom--! ! !

In the deep darkness, a tiny spark appears!

Before he could even confirm whether he had hit his target, Ying Sheng had already pulled the trigger repeatedly. He pulled back his left hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he produced a pistol. Together with Xiao Lan, who had almost simultaneously turned out from behind the wall, they pointed the guns downwards and unleashed a torrent of bullets!

"Big Brother!!!"

A familiar voice came from downstairs. Ying Sheng remained unmoved, while Xiao Lan was completely unfamiliar with the voice. She paused slightly, then continued to pull the trigger.

There was no counterattack from below. After emptying his magazine, Ying Sheng turned around and went upstairs without stopping, pulling Xiao Lan along with him. Bang—click! After firing her last bullet, Xiao Lan followed the force of the pull on her arm and went upstairs as well.

Urgent shouts from the police could be heard from the tenth floor. Creak—!

The emergency exit door was flung open, and a long-awaited ray of light finally pierced the deathly darkness.

The police officers looked down, but their eyes couldn't adjust to the darkness and they couldn't see anything.

Creak—Bang!

The sound of doors opening and closing came from below, and even Megure, who was rushing the fastest, couldn't see a single back.

The stairwell was still dark, but fortunately, Inspector Megure, being an experienced detective, carried a flashlight with him and quickly illuminated the stairs, searching each step rapidly. Finally, he found a floor full of brass bullet casings. Glancing at the floor, he saw it was the seventh floor.

Creak—Bang!

Following closely behind him, Sato Miwako immediately opened the door and rushed out. Megure Juzo shouted upwards to send reinforcements, then continued downwards. After only a few steps, he found some bloodstains on the ground.

Megure lowered the beam of his flashlight, revealing more bloodstains after bloodstains, until the bloodstains became increasingly dense and eventually connected into a single line.

Following the trail of blood to the entrance of the fire escape on the sixth floor, Inspector Megure held a gun in his right hand and a flashlight in his left, using the beam of light to signal to Officer Kanekawa, who had just followed him down.

Police officer Jin Chuan immediately stepped forward, kicked open the door, and rushed out with Megure Juzo, one on each side back to back, guns raised. The corridor was empty.

The bloodline continued to extend and gradually thickened, finally protruding into a half-open door.

The pristine white wooden door was adorned with exquisite floral reliefs, suggesting it was quite valuable. However, its security was clearly inadequate; the lock was deeply recessed, with a gray footprint on it, indicating it had been kicked open.

Peering through the crack in the door, all that could be seen inside were lockers. With his back pressed against the wall, Inspector Megure reached out his left hand to the base of the door and slowly pushed it open. Inspector Kaneki was half-crouched, intently watching the widening crack in the door.

Snapped--!

The wooden door slammed against the wall. Officer Jin Chuan, half-crouching, took a step back and stood up: "Inspector, the bloodstains extend to a corner inside. They're probably hiding in the bedroom. We're not sure if there are any hostages. We need backup."

Inspector Megure nodded emphatically. Although this side did not fire back and seemed to be the ones who were ambushed, their fact that they did not wait for the police at the scene and instead violently broke into a private residence meant that their identities were definitely questionable!

"Inspector, there are no suspicious traces on the seventh floor. We suspect the gunman also entered the residential building."

Miwako Sato called.