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

Ying Sheng looked closely at Vodka's eyes, but unfortunately, the sunglasses perfectly blocked his view, preventing him from seeing whether Vodka had small eyes.

He could only shake his head in disappointment: "Don't have too high hopes, I'm not sure either."

Vodka pressed, "What exactly happened? Did you see Sherry with your own eyes?"

"No, it's the private investigator I told you about this afternoon. Remember him? His name is Amuro Tooru. I hired him to find someone to help me with the software. He found a software engineer named Hara Yoshiaki. This afternoon, I sent someone from the Sumiyoshi-kai to visit him. But the Sumiyoshi-kai reported halfway there that they encountered a suspicious target who looked like Sherry. Unfortunately, they didn't manage to catch her. She got into a black BMW and got away."

Ying Sheng said rather dejectedly.

Toru Amuro? !

Yuan Jiaming? !

Vodka's mind raced. Weren't these two both members of the organization? One was a codenamed member, and the other was a somewhat restless peripheral member. Was it just a coincidence that these two got together? Or was there some other reason?

But that's not the most important thing right now. Vodka quickly asked, "What's the license plate number of that black BMW? You should be able to remember it by now."

"Shinagawa 300あ17-45, BMW X3."

Ying Sheng was referring to the car that escaped from the abandoned warehouse area. They were probably lucky to be far away and never experienced the technological benefits of Drug A.

Vodka quickly took out his phone and contacted the intelligence team to investigate the matter immediately. The distillery was indeed efficient, and they replied in no time.

This is a car with a fake license plate. The real license plate number belongs to a Suzuki 800, which is owned by an 80-year-old man.

"There's definitely something wrong!"

Vodka's face lit up with excitement. Although he hadn't been able to pinpoint Sherry's whereabouts immediately, the fact that the car was suspicious made it even more likely to be connected to Sherry.

He pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, walked to the side, dialed Rum's number, and asked him to investigate further.

Although Vodka is currently very unhappy with this guy because of Binga's matter, the organization's business is more important after all, so he can only bow his head for the time being.

After hanging up the phone, Vodka felt rather annoyed. He went back to his seat, picked up his glass, and downed it in one gulp.

"what--!"

clang!

Vodka slammed down his glass and looked at Ying Sheng with a solemn expression: "Your news came at just the right time. It's been a great help."

Ying Sheng laughed and said, "It's just good luck. Do you think the organization could find us with just a license plate?"

Vodka shook his head: "I don't know, maybe."

The organization has an undercover agent within the police force, who can access road surveillance footage; perhaps they can.

Before long, a Yakuza knocked on the door and entered carrying a large bowl full of strawberry pudding. Huaying took a bite and her eyes narrowed with delight.

"It's delicious! Where did you buy it?"

Uncle Yakuza said somewhat reservedly, "All the shops outside were closed, so I picked the lock and did it myself."

Ying Sheng also took a bite and gave him a thumbs up: "Go out and open a shop. As long as it's within the Beika Town area, I'll provide the start-up capital."

"........."

Vodka glanced at the wobbly pudding and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Give me some too."

"No!"×2

"........."

The strange late-night snack ended perfectly. Hotaru took Hanae to catch the second half of the night. The Sumiyoshi-kai and the Inspector Moon group joined together, each of them feeling awkward and unable to express their feelings. In the end, they could only convince themselves to vent all their dissatisfaction on the Muddy Can Association.

As a result, Tokyo is quite lively tonight.

As the moonlight faded and the east gradually brightened, the night passed in the blink of an eye in Chiyoko's quaint villa.

Chiyoko was naturally awakened by the birdsong in the courtyard. She slowly opened her eyes, and as her consciousness gradually cleared, she suddenly sensed that someone seemed to be beside her.

Being broken into a room, or even having one's bed invaded, is an absolutely terrifying thing.

Chiyoko, however, showed no panic, only a slight tremor in her heart, and turned her head slightly.

Not only because she knew that only one person could come in while she was sleeping.

Furthermore, I felt that familiar sense of security.

Her gaze fell upon him, and sure enough, it was the person she had been longing for, the gentle smile from her dreams.

In an instant, Chiyoko felt as if she had melted away, becoming a pool of spring water that flowed into his eyes.

“The matter has been resolved, Chiyoko. Can I rest here for a while? Wake me up at ten in the morning, okay?” Hotaru said.

Chiyoko's eyes were almost brimming with tears as she said in a resentful tone, "You come to someone's bedroom just to sleep in?"

"I'm sorry, Chiyoko, I have other things to do during the day. Maybe next time."

Hotaru, who was lying on his side, lowered the arm that was supporting his face, lay flat, and slowly closed his eyes: "You are the president of the Tokyo branch of Sumiyoshi-kai, and always have been. No one can touch you. Do whatever you want, and don't worry about encountering resistance."

As the sound faded, Ying Sheng peacefully fell asleep.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Chiyoko's eyes, but when she heard Hotaru's breathing quickly calm down, a look of pity rose in her eyes.

Ying has been running around all night for her sake, and she's very tired now.

Thinking this, she immediately withdrew her hand, which had been reaching out to gently touch Ying Sheng's cheek, and she also moved very quietly as she got up to put on her clothes, afraid of disturbing Ying Sheng.

result……

"Hey, don't you make any noise when you walk?"

Chiyoko gently pushed open the Japanese-style sliding door. A girl wearing a bear-patterned pajama fell into the room before her, rubbing her head and muttering.

Chiyoko looked puzzled. Where did this child come from? Why did the guard let her in?

And was she just eavesdropping on what was happening in the room?

Chiyoko blushed slightly for some reason. Fortunately, Hotaru had just rejected her. Thinking of this, she made a shushing gesture to the little bear girl and pointed outside, wanting her to go outside first before talking, so as not to disturb Hotaru's rest.

Hanae nodded quickly, but didn't go out. Instead, she beckoned to Chiyoko to lean closer and whispered:

"I'm my older brother's sister, I want to sleep with him, so don't disturb us!"

"........."

Chiyoko felt that the sentence was grammatically incorrect.

However, she naturally guessed that "big brother" was referring to Ying Sheng, because as soon as Hanae finished speaking, she had already walked over there.

Chiyoko instinctively reached out to stop her, while Hanae turned around, looking pitiful.

Chiyoko's hand froze in mid-air.

Such a small and cute girl does seem like Hotaru's younger sister. Although she doesn't appear in any of the records, perhaps it's just an oversight?

Hanae wanted to bow to Chiyoko, so she quickly tiptoed to the bedside and slipped into the covers.

She looked at Ying Sheng's peacefully sleeping profile and grinned mischievously.

Then, laughing and laughing, he fell asleep.

"..."

Chiyoko turned and went out, gently closing the sliding door, realizing that she had probably overthought things.

How could someone so adorable be her love rival?

No, to be honest, given her relationship with Hotaru, there's no question of her being a love rival.

Once the official wife appears, she will have no choice but to step down.

I was so unwilling, but there was nothing I could do.

Let's cherish the present moment, finish dealing with the Sumiyoshi-kai matter as soon as possible, and then go cook for Hotaru.

Is 10 o'clock considered breakfast or lunch?

Four and a half hours later, Ying Sheng answered the question: "Of course it's breakfast. I'll have another meal around noon, that's lunch."

Hotaru borrowed Chiyoko's bathroom to wash up and changed into the full black suit he had prepared beforehand.

He must have showered before coming over in the early morning; he couldn't possibly disturb the beauty with the smell of blood on him.

Yingsheng sat down on the veranda by the courtyard. The sunlight had not yet fully enveloped the area, and the boundary between light and darkness was more than two zhang away. It was quite shady under the eaves.

Chiyoko brought him tea, and then took a large mahogany food box and began to serve the dishes.

"Were you lying next to me for a while just now?" Ying Sheng asked.

Chiyoko paused slightly, then resumed her movements as usual, a slight smile spreading across her face: "I lay there for a little while, I don't think I did anything, did I?"

Ying Sheng shook his head: "No, I was just on guard at the time, but then I felt there was no danger, so I ignored it."

"I see. Did Hotaru have any other feelings at the time?"

"I'm a very deep sleeper. I only wake up when my subconscious senses danger. Even an eruption of Mount Fuji wouldn't wake me," Ying Sheng laughed. "After all, I don't get much sleep and I'm very focused on efficiency. I don't even dream."

Chiyoko placed the dishes on the low table and sat down on the other side, looking at Hotaru with pity: "Hotaru must have had a hard time."

"Sleeping? How can sleeping be tiring?"

Ying Sheng turned around, picked up her chopsticks and started eating: "If we're talking about normal times, it's fine. Life is quite peaceful, and sometimes I even feel a bit too leisurely."

"Isn't it better to have a more leisurely life?" Chiyoko asked.

"I didn't say it was bad, it's just... I always feel like something's missing. I've always been hoping for some kind of more vibrant color." Ying Sheng ate calmly, then suddenly thought of something and chuckled, "That doesn't seem right either, isn't it? Aren't I still hiding so many things from Xiao Lan?"

He looked up at Chiyoko: "You should know who I'm talking about."

Chiyoko lowered her eyes and sighed softly: "I've investigated her; she's a very capable and enviable girl."

"I'm sorry, as of now, I think I like her, but if you ask me for specific reasons, I can't really say."

Ying Sheng thought for a moment: "To be honest, Xiao Lan didn't leave the deepest impression on me in any aspect. Maybe it's because of my overall score. Moreover, I'm very pleased with her growth rate. In short, it's all a matter of chance that things turned out the way they are now."

Chiyoko smiled and said, "This is what they call fate. How can you say where it all started?"

"probably."

After finishing his speech, Ying Sheng ate his meal quietly. At 10:30 a.m., he bid farewell to Chiyoko, got into his black Bentley Elegance, and headed to the Fei Law Firm.

"Did you come here this morning, Hope?" Hotaru asked the driver.

The driver was silent for a few moments before replying, "Yes."

Speechless all the way.