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

It is said that during the two years of Japan's bubble economy collapse, fresh concrete piles would sink into Tokyo Bay every night.

The underground scene in Tokyo is not as dire as it once was, but traditional crafts must not be lost.

"Itagara-san, how dare you threaten me to my face?"

The red paint on the large, old oil drum was already peeling and worn, but the material was still quite sturdy and durable. At least after adding quick-drying cement and seawater, it did not leak.

Through his cycling gloves, Ying Sheng patted the lonely head in the oil drum, his eyes narrowing into crescents.

The rest of Itagaki's body was covered in thick cement, and in the hazy moonlight, it looked like a severed head displayed on a pedestal.

With a light tap of his foot, a katana with a chaotic, gleaming blade flew up from the ground. Without even looking, he grabbed the hilt in mid-air.

With a backhand motion, the blade points downwards, and a straight thrust is made.

"Woo!!!"

Even with rags stuffed in his mouth, Itagaki still let out an uncontrollable scream. His face, already flushed from lack of oxygen, turned bluish-black and shiny, making him look less like a living person and more like a blue-faced demon from a temple.

"I really don't know where you get your confidence from. You dare to come to the appointment with just a broken knife? Do you think you're a samurai? I even wore a bulletproof vest."

Ying Sheng didn't even know where she had planted herself, but the ending was the same anyway.

"Of course, your greatest confidence is not in force, but in my true identity."

Hotaru sighed, "I never thought that even though I, Kenta Nakamichi, am so careful about secrecy, I would still be exposed."

"Sigh, Itahara-san, when you threatened me before, you mentioned you took drastic measures, right? Could you tell me a little bit about it?"

Ying Sheng raised his hand to his ear, leaned down slightly to listen carefully, and could only hear heavy breathing.

Ying Sheng turned his head in confusion, as if he had just realized something and suddenly understood.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you can't speak."

He raised his hand and tore off the rag that was stuffing into Ban Yuan's mouth, and said gently, "At this point, even I don't believe I'd let you live. Just give me a straight answer, and in return, I'll give you a quick death."

"Pooh!"

His response was a weak, wiry spit of phlegm.

Ying Sheng easily dodged it, shook his head in disappointment, and half-pulled the long knife out of the increasingly solid cement before stabbing it down again.

"what!!!"

The sound was quite shrill, but due to the pressure on the lungs, it was also weak and feeble.

Hotaru sighed, "Can't you cooperate a little? Itahara-san, this is torture for me."

Sweating profusely, Yaksha grinned, revealing the most maniacal laugh of his life.

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

"Tsk, die-hard."

Ying Sheng took out his phone and glanced at it. It was 11:30. He turned around and went to get the large pot lid, intending to cover the oil drum.

"According to the formula in the instructions, the cement will take about another hour and a half to dry completely. There's plenty of time to make a round trip from here to Tsuburaya Town. Wait for me, I'll make sure you see her one last time."

"Wait! Wait a minute! What did you say?!"

Urgent shouts came from behind, but Ying Sheng remained unmoved.

"Because of PC infection, I was kicked out of my home. I kept harassing my ex-wife, which led to me being detained by the police for three months. After I was released, I lost my job, and my ex-wife had already moved away. I had no money to pay the rent, so I became homeless."

The place I've been frequenting for the past month is a low-level fishmonger in Tsuburaya Town.

Is it right? "

Ying Sheng tapped the Bluetooth headset. "Don't even think about arguing. Your little scheme is completely transparent to the police. Why do you think I would install a bug on them? I was confident they wouldn't find a single flaw."

That's right, it's all because of you.

Of course, you also have a bug on you, but it can't be located; you'll still have to rely on the police.

Itagara-san, why would you entrust such an important matter to someone like that? Do you think that just because you're both from the lowest rungs of society, you'll sympathize with each other?

That's too naive.

To put it bluntly, that little tin box containing your secret note was sold by her for 100,000 yen twenty minutes ago.

You know the reason, right? The outermost layer of the box contains my deposit for those cheap pieces of jewelry worth at most tens of thousands of yuan. If a customer with poor judgment tries to buy them at a higher price, she'll naturally agree immediately.

As for your instructions, well, she doesn't seem to have taken them to heart at all.

She's probably thinking, "What big secret could someone like you possibly have? Stealing something is the most you could do. She helped you sell it for more money, and you should be thanking her."

One, two...

A hysterical roar erupted.

"You! You! That bitch! I'm going to kill her! I'm going to kill you!!!"

[Killing Intent +1]

Well, the goods have finally been shipped.

Ying Sheng talked nonsense with him for a long time, of course, for this reason.

Normally, collecting killing intent doesn't require that much trouble, but Itagaki is a bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong. Despite being manipulated like that before, he didn't even develop any killing intent towards Hotaru that the system could recognize.

After thinking for a moment, Ying Sheng guessed that it was the last thought in Itahara's mind that he wanted to take revenge on his enemies with his own hands.

Well then, let's shatter his illusions.

"Acquiring killing intent is indeed much easier than acquiring love. Although you can't repeatedly farm it on one person, it's practically endless." With a thought, Ying Sheng's data panel appeared in his mind.

【Love: 5】

[Killing Intent: 32 (Ability 1 unlocked)]

[Remaining lifespan: 1 days]

Having extended his life by one day, Ying Sheng carried the cement bucket back to the oil drum, pondering in his heart when he would be able to accumulate ten points of love to unlock his special ability, and what that ability would be.

After finishing up, Ying Sheng rode away on his bicycle. He didn't have time to wait for the cement to dry completely; he'd just do it next time.

Huh?

Porsche 356A, such an old model, I can't believe anyone still drives it. They must be very stylish old-timers.

Moreover, why does this car look somewhat familiar to him?

Ying Sheng seemed lost in thought, but his speed didn't decrease at all. He quickly passed the intersection where the Porsche was parked, then circled back at the next intersection. Suddenly, his phone vibrated slightly. Ying Sheng double-clicked the earpiece to answer the call.

“Someone broke into your house, but they didn’t ransack it; they didn’t break in.” Qingzi’s voice was very soft.

"I understand. Continue eavesdropping."

"Was it that night?"

"It seems so. That organization has finally come knocking. I wonder if they just happened to be involved in today's case. Be careful and be ready to flee at any time."

"Understood, Ying Sheng-kun, keep it up! If necessary, should we involve the police?"

"It's best not to involve your father's death in the yakuza, that would be too troublesome. Even if all the evidence points to an accident, if the police delay closing the case on this basis, the 500 million insurance money will not be received."

"Hmm...that would be terrible."

While keeping the call going, Ying Sheng stopped his motorcycle far away outside the dock and quickly walked to the other side of the street where the Porsche 356A had been parked, peering out.

Sure enough, the place was empty.

Ying Sheng raised an eyebrow. Had he been following him since downstairs at the apartment building? How come he hadn't noticed anything amiss? Had his recent comfortable life dulled his senses?

To be honest, although his current physical condition is a bit of a hindrance, he doesn't feel that he's too slow.

The tracking skills on the other side were undoubtedly quite superb.

How interesting, the bonds that the original owner brought with him...

Ying Sheng smiled gently, "Regardless of cause and effect, it is indeed best to sever all ties."

[Killing Intent -1, Activate Ability One]

On the other side, at Akagi Wharf, a man with long silver hair and a black trench coat grinned.

"Is there such a thing?"

Chapter 8 Duel! Gin!

"Big brother! This! This..."

The burly man in the black suit, holding a worn-out pot lid, took a step back, his eyes behind his sunglasses fixed on the oil drum in front of him, a bead of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

A large smiley face is drawn on the semi-dried cement surface inside the oil drum.

Most importantly, there is a pair of lifelike human ears adorning the sides of the smiling face.

Yes, lifelike.

"Ha, old tricks, Vodka, dig him out and see who he is."

Gin lit a cigarette, his expression indifferent, his long silver hair fluttering in the night breeze. He exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes colder than the waning moon in the sky.

"Okay, big brother."

Vodka turned around and went to the trunk of the car to get a shovel. He often went on missions with his older brother and occasionally needed to handle the aftermath, so he always kept some commonly used tools on hand.

I was just startled because it happened so suddenly; he's a complete villain.

Gin watched his retreating figure, and his eyelids twitched inexplicably.

"Come back, use your hands."

"what?"

"Just make sure you recognize his face... Get out of the way!"

boom! ! !

Before Gin could finish speaking, a dark gun barrel suddenly emerged from the edge of the abandoned container next to the Porsche 356A, and a spark flew out.