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

"No, there's just no time left."

That's a really weak excuse, even though it's happened many times before.

"Ok."

Hotaru didn't seem to care and brought up another matter: "Ai, did Rena Mizunashi reply to you?"

Haibara sighed, "She expressed her deepest apologies, saying that the matter was too serious for her to comment on."

"That's a real shame. We'll have to find someone else. Are there any other candidates you'd prefer?"

"Whether Rena Mizunashi has any problems or not is uncertain. Let's wait and see. Otherwise, it feels like a trap."

"This still needs to be verified, and I cannot be certain."

"Then let's hold off for now. A wise face and identity, and a safer address, are more important. Thank you, Mizuki-kun."

"I'll try my best. Goodbye."

Ying Sheng hung up the phone and tapped his forehead with his phone. Had so many things piled up inexplicably? He still had no clue about many of them.

Finally, a taxi arrived. Ying Sheng got in and asked the driver to take him to a couples' hotel. After thinking for a moment, he dialed Amuro Tooru's number again from the back seat.

The voice prompt indicated that the other party's phone was switched off, which was to be expected. So Ying Sheng dialed Hara Yoshiaki's number again, and it took about half a minute for the call to be connected.

Ying Sheng inquired about the software, and the other party said they would try to get it done this afternoon. They didn't say anything else, and after a few more casual words, they hung up.

What does it mean?

Didn't the brewery notice Amuro Tooru's mysterious disappearance and then investigate further to find Hara Yoshiaki?

That doesn't make sense, does it? Are they really that slow to react?

Just then, Ying Sheng's phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and he answered it without hesitation, speaking first:

"Hello, who is it?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shuiyue. Last night I presumptuously tried to be a hero and saved a damsel in distress, but I ended up getting a good beating and my phone was stolen. I'm with Mr. Yuan right now. I just overheard you calling him and learned that you've woken up, so I came over to apologize."

Amuro Tooru smiled as he spoke over the phone.

Ying Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly. What the hell was going on?

Were those guys from last night Amuro Tooru the ones behind him, or was he subdued by another group and is now a four-faced man?

In short, those idiots at the brewery have absolutely no idea about this, right?

Tsk, I guess we should just rename it a water plant.

Ying Sheng feigned curiosity: "With Mr. Amuro's skills, how could he be troubled by some thugs?"

"Two fists can't beat four hands, that's probably it. I was indeed a bit careless."

It wasn't just carelessness; after this painful lesson, Amuro Tooru felt he would never help an elderly person who had fallen while crossing the street again, let alone play the hero and save a damsel in distress—who knows if it might be a treacherous trap?

"It's good that everyone is alright. Mr. Amuro, how come Mr. Hara's research and development progress has suddenly accelerated so much?"

"I'm not quite sure about that. Maybe it was just a burst of inspiration, Mr. Hara." Amuro Tooru's voice drifted a little further away. "Mr. Hara, were you leaving yourself some leeway yesterday? The client seems a bit dissatisfied."

"Uh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Mizuki, I'll speed things up," Hara Yoshiaki said hurriedly.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Amuro. How's the investigation into Attorney Kiyoshi's financial situation going?" Hotaru asked.

"I'll email you later."

"Okay, thank you."

In fact, after the previous contract was signed, the significance of this investigation result diminished considerably.

But since Eri Kisaki has been willing to help Kogoro Mouri with poverty alleviation efforts on multiple occasions, having this data will allow her to be more precise with her swordsmanship in the future.

He refused to believe that the shackles formed by those beautiful memories of the past were so strong, and that Eri Kisaki would remain stubbornly deluded!

When Eri Kisaki is heartbroken and gives Kogoro Mouri a negotiated divorce, this wake-up call will surely make Hotaru believe that Kogoro Mouri is so pathetic that he won't change his ways!

By then, Attorney Kisaki will be living a happy life on her own, and Kogoro Mouri should have made some progress as well.

In that case, Xiaolan's obsession with her past family should be completely broken.

I'm sorry, Xiaolan.

But Attorney Danfei and Mr. Mori are really not a good match, as you know.

Furthermore, returning to Hara Yoshiaki's lie, considering the previous conversations, Amuro Tooru probably discovered the board game software created by Itakura Taku.

I don't know if he reported it to the winery.

Haha, I'm sure there isn't.

"Sir, here we are."

The car slowly came to a stop. Ying Sheng got out of the car, entered the hotel, went straight to Qing Zi's room, knocked on the door, and gave her a quick phone call.

The door opened quickly, and the first sound that came through the crack was the rather loud background noise of the sculpture principles class.

Kiyoko, wearing a loose white shirt that revealed most of her fair shoulder, looked at Hotaru with a sullen expression.

"Hotaru, you forgot about me all day yesterday, didn't you?"

"No, it's just that various accidents happened, and I was worried that you might be in danger." Ying Sheng was barely telling the truth as he pushed open the door to enter the room and closed it behind him.

"Ha, nobody would believe that. So, what is it now?"

"I hope you can help me call the police, then we can go out to eat together, and in the afternoon we can go watch Xiaolan's karate match together." Ying Sheng sat on a lectern.

"Ah?"

Kiyoko looked puzzled: "Are you serious?"

Over, nice!!!

Chapter 271 Kiyoko is the most perfect lover

What is the purpose of all the things Ying Sheng does?

Love and murderous intent.

Intrigue and deception are merely convenient means; he doesn't necessarily have to do them.

Taking Qingzi out with me wasn't for any particular reason; my main purpose was to help her relax, as she was feeling too stifled staying cooped up in her room.

Secondly, there's the option of simply fishing – catching one if you find one, and letting it go if you don't.

Even if someone spreads rumors and causes him to be suspected, Ying Sheng doesn't care at all.

Anyway, the brewery never told him the "fact" that the real Kiyoko Yukimatsu was dead and that the Kiyoko Yukimatsu in the story was Vermouth in disguise. So what's wrong with him, a well-known womanizer, eating and shopping with his female classmates?

Absolutely not.

The only thing worth noting is that once Vermouth learns about this, she might be able to connect all the clues and piece together some of the truth.

However, based on what Ying Sheng knows from her current perspective, this possibility is not high.

Anyway, that's it.

Ying Sheng briefly explained the reason to Qingzi and smiled, "If you focus too much on scheming and plotting, even if everything is achieved perfectly in the end, as long as it makes you unhappy, I will still lose more than I gain."

That's absolutely true.

Kiyoko's eyes lit up, and she smiled gently. She walked to the desk, placed her hand on Hotaru's thigh, pressed her body against him, and gently breathed into his ear.

"Is Ying saying this because I haven't shown you any affection all day?"

"I really am that kind of pragmatic guy."

Hotaru lowered his gaze slightly, and in front of Kiyoko's delicate collarbone, the oversized white shirt leaned forward naturally, and the pure white underwear was clearly visible, which seemed to be a new seasonal design from Fusa.

By the way, does this brand have such a complete range of business categories?

Perhaps sensing Hotaru's gaze, Kiyoko pursed her lips, her hand on Hotaru's thigh slowly moving upwards, her left hand reaching to her chest, unbuttoning her clothes one button at a time.

Ying Sheng watched her performance quietly. Her shimmering, jade-like body, which had been partially hidden, was gradually and completely exposed to the air. Her shirt slipped from her slender fingers and fell to the ground. She raised her hand, placed it on Ying Sheng's chest, and gently pushed him back.

Ying Sheng fell to the ground and reached out to grab her hand, but she vanished like a gentle breeze.

All that could be seen was a snow-white ceiling and an old ceiling fan. A girl's soft laughter drifted to my ears, like a wind chime on a wisteria trellis swaying gently in the breeze, accompanied by the chirping of a cicada in the summer.

"I'm going to change my clothes, don't peek."

Upon hearing this, Ying Sheng turned her head away.

Kiyoko was placing her suitcase on the hotel bed and rummaging through it for clothes when she saw Hotaru looking at her disobediently. She made a face at him and continued searching on her own. Finally, she settled on a white sleeveless dress, made of light linen, with a sunny feel to it.

"Let's go buy a straw hat later," Kiyoko said to Hotaru after turning around.

“Summer has arrived before we knew it.” Ying Sheng got up, walked to the blank blackboard, picked up a piece of white chalk, and began to write, his pen strokes flowing freely.

—Those who have abandoned me, the days of yesterday cannot be retained;

—Those who trouble my mind, today is filled with worries.

All the writing was in Chinese characters, which Qingzi couldn't recognize completely. Curious, she asked, "What is Hotaru writing?"

"It's just like traveling by boat on the river."

Ying Sheng tossed the chalk behind him, and it landed precisely in the box. He turned back and chuckled, "Let's go, my Miss Moon."

"Well……"

Kiyoko extended her index finger and lightly touched her lips: "Isn't there also the matter of calling the police?"

"Yeah, I almost forgot."

Ying Sheng took out his phone, opened a recording, and listened to the beginning.

--"Name."

This is Ai Haibara's voice, or rather, Sherry's voice.

—"Bourbon... Bourbon whiskey"

That's Amuro Tooru's voice.

Ying Sheng paused the recording, pulled back to the beginning, and looked at Qingzi, who had a curious expression: "Call Inspector Megure and tell him that you want to report a person named 'Amuro Tooru.' He is ostensibly a private detective, but he is secretly engaged in organized criminal activities."