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

"Theoretically, that's correct, but the people at the distillery aren't like the police, who are like NPCs. We're behind in every aspect: manpower, equipment, location, and technology. We can't even get the structural blueprints for that research institute. How can you launch a surprise attack?"

They couldn't even formulate a course of action.

"This...this..."

Xiaolan hesitated for longer and longer, until finally she put down her chopsticks. After the guests at the two tables next to her had all left, she finally shook her head in frustration.

"I can't think of a solution at all; it seems like a dead end."

She looked at Ying Sheng expectantly: "Mr. Shuiyue is still so calm and chewing slowly, you must have already thought of a way. Please give me some pointers."

"In fact, not at all."

Ying Sheng laughed: "Whether Kudo and Gin are unconscious, and how long they will be unconscious, are all unknowns. If I had a plan beforehand, of course I would act swiftly. Why would I come here? Wouldn't that be giving up on myself?"

"Eh???"

Ran was shocked: "What about Shinichi? Are we just going to leave him alone?"

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, even if he temporarily submits to the distillery, it doesn't seem like a big deal. Just like me, he can always be ready to betray me. As for controlling Miss Sherry, his use is the same as Miss Akemi's. He's very free and just a figurehead."

Fireflies have no concept of the Way.

"........."

Xiao Lan remained silent. What should she do? It seemed to make sense. Before she knew the true nature of the winery, hadn't she also been to their training base?

seemingly……

Is it really not that scary?

No, no!

Ran quickly shook her head, shaking off those thoughts, and said seriously, "Given Shinichi's personality, he would never give in. Even if it's the consciousness anchor you mentioned, he..." Ran paused, her lips pressed tightly together, and a look of sorrow appeared in her eyes:

"He would rather commit suicide than submit."

Chapter 201, Round Two: A Storm is Brewing

"That's really a shame."

Ying Sheng sighed, put down his chopsticks, picked up his teacup, and held it up towards the research institute.

"Kudo, may you rest in peace."

After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.

"Damn it! Be serious!" Xiaolan said angrily. "Didn't you say you were going to save him?"

Ying Sheng nodded: "But thinking about it is one thing, being able to do it is another."

"My God, you bastard..."

Xiaolan looked helpless: "Since you told me, you must have a way, right? Otherwise, why would you want me to know that you are a treacherous bastard?"

"Please, Mizuki-kun, if this is a test for me, then I've truly racked my brains to the limit. At least give me some more information, otherwise I really can't think straight."

"Ah this..."

Ying Sheng scratched his ear, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Xiao Lan, you're too confident in me. Maybe I just want to increase your perception of me."

"Hmph, Mian Guan Credit Co., Ltd., underground casino, the previous ambush, even if you wanted me to understand your true colors more and more, you should have done it step by step. Suddenly pushing Shinichi into the fire and then leaving him alone, you know how terrible that is."

Ying Sheng gave her a thumbs up: "That's impressive, but there's actually another possibility."

“Yes, that was just wishful thinking on my part. You don’t actually care about anything at all.” Xiaolan stared into Yingsheng’s eyes and said, word by word:

"But I don't believe it."

Ying Sheng paused for two seconds, then blinked: "Have you finished eating?"

Xiao Lan immediately stood up: "I'm already fed up with you, Teacher Shuiyue. Can you teach your good-for-nothing student a lesson now?"

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Ying Sheng put down his chopsticks, no longer dawdling, wiped his mouth, got up, paid the bill, and left, saying as he went:

"The problems I told you about before are all objectively real, and I really have no way to deal with the research institute's shell. I have some ideas from the outside, but I have to go there to verify them on the spot. Besides, I haven't been idle during this brief moment of peace."

Ying Sheng tapped his ear lightly: "The peace and tranquility I enjoy here is because someone is bearing the burden for me. She just contacted some weapons suppliers through Miss Mingmei's channels. By the way, have I told you about Miss Mingmei's ex-boyfriend?"

"No," Xiaolan shook her head.

“Oh, my bad. Ms. Mingmei’s ex-boyfriend was an FBI agent who infiltrated the distillery as an undercover agent before defecting two years ago. Ms. Mingmei still has his contact information on her phone. I got some equipment from him, and we’ll go get it now.”

"FBI?"

Xiao Lan's eyes sparkled, and she seemed quite excited, as if she were watching a blockbuster movie.

"Are they really that easy to talk to? Did Mizuki-kun only ask for the equipment and not ask them for any assistance?"

"They got excited when they heard we were going to attack the brewery. When they learned that Gin was seriously injured, they insisted on coming to help. But I didn't want them to know our identities, so I only asked for weapons."

Yingsheng hailed a taxi on the roadside and asked the driver to go straight to Beika Central Park.

The distance wasn't far, and they would arrive in a moment. Ying Sheng got off the bus alone and told Xiao Lan to go to a clothing store to change her clothes and, if possible, buy a mask to wear.

Xiao Lan's body tensed slightly immediately: "Did the distillery send someone to check on us at the Sanmei House before?"

"Yes, you're quite professional when you're thinking. If the receptionist hadn't been watching me, I might not have noticed," Ying Sheng said with a smile. "I asked the receptionist for help when you were thinking."

"...I'm so sorry I was so distracted. What did that person look like?"

"A little old man with slightly gray hair, short hair, a thin face, a big nose, wearing a black baseball cap and round-lensed black goggles."

He didn't follow us immediately when we left. After you change your clothes at the clothing store, take a taxi home, then jump out of the other window. I'll be there to meet you.

"clear."

Things seemed to be on the right track, and Xiaolan's expression turned serious. After the taxi left, Ying Sheng opened a communication channel:

"Hopefully, I've arrived and am ready to access the package."

"OK~~ Deity, can I have them?" Hua Ying's voice was light and airy, just like sweet cotton candy.

"Sorry, I've already learned a painful lesson today, I need to make sure they're dead."

"Oh, big brother, be careful. There might be people lying in ambush in the trees."

"I know, did you have fun this afternoon?"

"I'm not happy at all without my older brother."

"Oh, where's Akemi Miyano?"

"Why did you keep her at my house, big brother? Is Shirley really that important?"

"Who is your favorite person?"

"Of course it's you, big brother! You saved me twice! I love you the most, big brother!"

"What about number two?"

"Hmm... a teddy bear?"

"Are there any humans? Preferably the dead ones, the kind whose corpses are still there."

"Of course it's my sister! I miss her so much, I dream about her every single night."

"What if I told you that the ultimate goal of Shirley's research is to resurrect the dead?"

"Huh?! You're kidding! That kind of thing! Wow...that's amazing! Sherry-sama, I've fallen in love with her!"

"The reactions are all the same, but this thing is really amazing." Hotaru smiled slightly. "You know, I used to think this world was pretty boring, but after having this thing... well, I feel like I can do some really interesting things."

"It's a zombie virus, isn't it! My Lord God, you must have been expecting this, right!"

"I'm not that perverted. Hey, tone down your gesticulation. The canopy of one of the trees is already showing signs of movement."

"Ugh... those guys are so weak."

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A faint sound of something sharp piercing her skin was heard, and Hua Ying pursed her lips in increasing boredom:

"Big brother, aren't you going to take me with you on your next mission? I'm really sad."

"It's just bad luck that the brewery knows about your relationship with me. That Cocktail bar is owned by the brewery, and your big dog might even be a code name member."

"Speaking of which, about half an hour ago, I heard the listening device I placed there threatening Mr. Amuro, telling him to stay away from a guy named Itakura Taku."

"Huh? Didn't Gin already reassign that mission to me? Is he still working on it?"

"About forty minutes ago, he received another call, and he addressed the person on the other end as Vodka."

"interesting……"

Ying Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Making a phone call at such a critical moment, judging by the timing, might even be related to Sherry... Could it be that the software Itakura Taku is developing is related to drug research?"

I hope to give you a task.

Chapter 202 Xiaolan's Shameful Role-Playing, Mild

7 p.m.

The Mouri Detective Agency is surrounded by houses with rooftops. The protruding attic casts a shadow, where Hotaru lies quietly, watching Ran's figure through the gap in the curtains not far away via his scope.

While tidying up the house, Xiaolan seemed to suddenly notice something and walked to the window, quickly closing the curtains completely.

Ying Sheng remained in place for a while until Xiao Lan's question came through the earpiece. Only then did he silently move backward, like a venomous snake.

After changing positions, Ying Sheng removed the scope and turned to observe other observation positions that he considered quite good.

After changing locations three times in a row, and without any warning from the previously set alarm device, Ying Sheng finally responded:

"A white Santana at the street corner, Xiao Lan, walks close to the left wall, constantly keeping her eyes on the right window."

"clear."

A moment later, Ying Sheng also climbed into the driver's seat of the Santana. He glanced at the rearview mirror, and Xiao Lan, who had been keeping her head down under the seat, finally looked up. Like Ying Sheng, she was also wearing a black, fitted tracksuit, made of cotton, so that it wouldn't make a sound when she moved, and she was also wearing a hood.