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

What kind of people are these two?

Shuiyue Yingsheng, did he really have no other motives?

A few random thoughts arose, then dissipated with the wind; at least for now, she didn't want to think about them.

She slowly closed her eyes.

So warm, so reassuring...

Ying Sheng slowed down the car, letting the soft breathing inside gradually subside. When they arrived at their destination, they didn't stop but instead slowly circled around the area.

This is an abandoned warehouse district, long deserted and uninhabited, with sparse lights, even fewer than the stars in the moonlit night sky.

But with weeds stubbornly sprouting from the cracks in the cement and swaying in the wind, and the scent of hay and rust carried by the night breeze, this place doesn't feel desolate. It's just far removed from the hustle and bustle of modern cities, leaving behind a rare tranquility.

After completing the first large circle, Ying Sheng ventured a little deeper and continued circling, but unfortunately, it wasn't long before a faint smell of blood drifted into the air.

Ying Sheng hurriedly went to close the window, but it was undoubtedly too late.

Ran sensed Ai Haibara's small body tense up immediately, and the next second, she opened her eyes.

"Have we arrived?" Ai Haibara asked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect such obvious signs." Ying Sheng quickened her pace.

Ran withdrew her hand from gently stroking Ai Haibara's hair, lifted her up, and looked at the rearview mirror: "Mizuki-kun is already having him subjected to vigilante justice?"

“Someone always has to do this kind of thing,” Ying Sheng said.

However, he did tell Hope not to go too far, since Amuro Tooru was a gift he planned to give to the Miyano sisters, and he should pay attention to the quality of the gift.

Could that guy have suddenly fallen ill while interrogating someone?

Well, there's just no way to deal with her.

Let's wash Amuro Tooru up and down before giving him the gift.

With this in mind, Ying Sheng parked the car in a narrow alley next to an abandoned warehouse, got out first, and said he would go in to check the situation in order to avoid any accidents.

The actual plan was to pour two buckets of water on Amuro Tooru to prevent him from being frightened by his blood-soaked appearance.

But less than two minutes later he returned to the car and opened the back door with a strange expression.

"It's alright inside, go in."

The group entered the adjacent warehouse through the gap in the half-open iron gate. The first thing they saw was a row of empty shelves, with rust stains where the blue paint had peeled off.

The back of the shelf was obscured by newspapers and dimly lit by lights from deeper within, highlighting the headline "[Qingshan Pharmaceutical Company Yanshang]", but the rest was not clearly visible.

After passing the shelves, the view suddenly opened up, with the cement floor of about a hundred square meters completely empty, with only a few newspapers scattered around.

In the center was a figure hanging upside down like a lead weight, with one end of a thin rope tied high to the steel beam of the ceiling and the other end tied to the ankle wrapped in black trousers. Below was a fuchsia shirt, dark skin, and golden hair.

Due to the gravity of being upside down, his face became even darker and more somber, and the veins on his forehead were so prominent that they seemed about to bleed.

Perhaps it has already dripped out.

The basin directly below him, less than an inch from the top of his head, was a blood-red color, and even his golden hair hanging down in it was stained dark red!

Upon seeing the basin of blood, both Ran and Ai Haibara's pupils dilated instantly. Fortunately, they were both quite experienced and managed not to scream.

They all shared the same thought: what kind of inhumane torture had they endured here before!

But after looking closely for a few seconds, they realized something was wrong; the person didn't seem to have any blood on them.

Has it already been cleaned up?

"Look over there."

Ying Sheng raised his hand and pointed to a corner at the edge of the wall. Xiao Lan and the other looked in that direction and saw a group of rather short, snow-white creatures mixed with some black ones, making a lot of noise.

Ai Haibara was about to move closer to take a closer look, but the sharp-eared and quick-witted Ran Musha spoke first in shock:

"It's a husky!"

“It was probably a stray dog ​​from the neighborhood. Its death is a service to the people.” Ying Sheng walked towards the center. “This basin of blood is just someone’s perverse hobby. They haven’t actually been tortured yet.”

Ai Haibara glanced at the straight, motionless rope and walked over: "Did you give him anesthesia?"

“Of course, we’re old acquaintances, so it would be a bit awkward to run into each other under these circumstances,” Ying Sheng said.

Ran scrutinized the upside-down figure for a few moments, then asked in confusion, "Mr. Amuro is quite impressive, isn't he? It seems like he was subdued without any resistance at all?"

"When you're prepared to take advantage of someone who isn't, things are naturally simple."

Ying Sheng sighed softly: "And you might not believe it, but the main reason this guy stumbled was probably because he had no conscience; he was a good person."

Xiaolan thought for a moment, her eyes filled with complicated emotions: "You didn't set up a hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scheme, and then the person you rescued ambushed him after he got close, did you?"

Ying Sheng tilted his head, his eyes showing surprise: "Impressive, Xiao Lan, that's roughly it." He smiled, "What, do you think I'm despicable?"

Xiao Lan sighed softly, "There are indeed some, but to catch a fox, the hunter must be more cunning than the fox itself."

Ai Haibara nodded in agreement: "What do we do next?"

Chapter 264 Torturing Amuro Tooru, Hotaru and Ran Ai's Escape!

"You prepare the medicine first, inject it into him, then wake him up and interrogate him, that's it."

Hotaru walked to the wooden cabinet against the wall, took out a raincoat and gas mask from the cardboard box on top and threw them to Ran, then took out a walkie-talkie and threw it to Ai Haibara.

"Xiaolan and I, as the executors, will remain silent."

Ying Sheng pointed to the shelf by the door: "Ai, you stay behind there. Make a small hole in the newspaper and interrogate her while she watches from this side. Aren't you supposed to provide evidence for Mizunashi Rena? Decide for yourself which questions to ask first and which to ask later."

He then pulled a camera out of the cardboard box and glanced at the photo album: "There are some photos of Amuro Tooru in here, including one of him hanging here. Ai, you can send them to Rena Mizunashi. Do you need to record the next torture session?"

Ai Haibara shook her head: "There's no need for such details, lest we drag her into this too deeply."

Although the environment here was simple, Ai Haibara had her own world in her heart. Various drug data were constantly combined and proportioned in her mind. Soon, she managed to concoct Ai's version of Truth Potion Type 1 with limited resources and injected it into Amuro Tooru's arm, which was tightly bound behind his back.

The height is just right.

After waiting about five minutes for the medication to take effect, Ai Haibara retreated to the shelf. Hotaru took out the smelling salts and poured a little into Tooru Amuro's nose. Within a few breaths, his body began to tremble slightly, and the amplitude became larger and larger.

Ying Sheng quickly stepped back. Although she was already wearing a raincoat, it was still not good to get splashed with dog blood.

He had just stepped back a meter when Amuro Tooru's body convulsed violently.

It has to be said that Amuro Tooru's core strength is simply top-notch. Even in that posture, the sudden contraction of his abdomen raised his upper body high. Combined with his dark red and blackish complexion, he looked just like a half-cooked braised shrimp.

His hair was brushed long like a bloodstain, and there was no one in front of him. The bloodstains were only scattered on the empty concrete ground, and the smell of blood in the air became even stronger.

Ying Sheng shook his head helplessly. He guessed that Hua Ying probably wanted to put psychological pressure on Amuro Tooru in this way, but there was no need to do so at all.

He glanced at the dog carcass in the corner. Could it be that this blind beast just happened to bark at her twice, and she just killed it on a whim?

That's really bad luck.

Amuro Tooru, the giant shrimp, remained in the air for a few seconds, his body seemingly losing all its strength, before crashing down heavily, spraying blood once again.

Ying Sheng suddenly regretted not taking the basin of blood away earlier. Now the upside-down figure was still swaying restlessly, and he didn't want to get any closer.

Fortunately, it didn't last long before his movements gradually became sluggish, and his exposed muscle lines were sometimes tense and sometimes relaxed, but they were very uncoordinated.

Hotaru then moved around to face him, looking down at Amuro Tooru's head.

Perhaps it was the angle, and also because his face was now covered in blood, but Ying Sheng felt that this person was somewhat unfamiliar.

However, Hanae hoped that she had previously confirmed that he was not disguised and was undoubtedly Amuro Tooru himself.

Ying Sheng slowly brought his face closer and saw more details. His face twitched uncontrollably. His eyes were probably staring at Ying Sheng, but his pupils were abnormally dilated, and his gaze was unfocused, like an old camera that couldn't focus.

His gaze was probably chasing some light and shadow that only he could see.

Ying Sheng thought.

He had just seen that Ai's drug was based on LSD, and Hotaru was quite familiar with this hallucinogen.

That should be enough.

Ying Sheng tapped the walkie-talkie on his chest.

"Name."

Ai Haibara's voice came through the walkie-talkie, and it was clearly intentional, sounding quite cold.

However, the only response she received was a short, eerie laugh, accompanied by his eyes wide open. It didn't seem like he was answering a question at all, but rather like he saw some non-existent figure in the air greeting him.

Ying Sheng looked in the direction he was looking, but there was nothing there.

He shrugged, looked around on the ground, found a splinter, picked it up, walked behind Amuro Tooru, pinched his left index finger, and inserted the splinter into the gap under his fingernail. Accompanied by a sudden scream, he slowly increased the pressure and went deeper.

Hotaru wasn't sure how strong Amuro Tooru's willpower was originally, but at this moment his higher-level thinking was suppressed, and he could only follow his instincts more.

So the scream seemed to carry a hint of instinctive wildness, echoing in the empty warehouse, inexplicably like a wounded lone wolf.

Noticing that Xiaolan's eyes were trembling slightly and her face was probably pale, Yingsheng quickly inserted the wooden splinter to the bottom, walked away, and gestured for Xiaolan to go up.

Xiaolan instinctively wanted to shake her head, but under Yingsheng's calm gaze, she hesitated and stepped forward.

Before she could even make a move, Ai Haibara, whose screams had subsided slightly, immediately spoke up again to ask what was wrong.

"Name."

Hotaru quickly walked up to Amuro Tooru, squatted down, and observed his expression. He saw that Amuro's lips were trembling and his unfocused pupils were full of struggle.

"Name."

Ai Haibara's voice remained cold.

Finally, as if gritting his teeth, or as if his throat was no longer under his control, he slowly uttered a few words.

"Bourbon... Bourbon whiskey."

Nice is the name of a wine.

Ying Sheng's mood improved slightly, but she still wanted to say that this was a code name, not a real name.

But Ai Haibara didn't seem to care about that, and instead asked the next question.

"age."

Emmm...