I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

When Shen Yuan finally came out, it was already past 17:20, and Lightning had successfully occupied the back seat of Shen Yuan's car.

When Shen Yuan stepped on the brakes, the dashboard showed 17:32.

In front of the rusty iron gate of Warehouse No. 3, Gin's Porsche 356A was parked quietly. There was no one in the driver's seat, and there was a half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

"Looks like someone is getting impatient!" Shen Yuan muttered to himself. When he reached out to unbuckle his seat belt, Lightning in the back seat had already impatiently squeezed his head to the front seat.

The moment the warehouse door was pushed open, a 9mm bullet grazed Shen Yuan's ear and hit the door panel. The silencer made the gunshot sound as dull as a book falling.

Shen Yuan's eyelashes didn't even tremble, but the lightning behind him had already turned into a silver-gray lightning and rushed out.

"Hey..." Shen Yuan was afraid that Gin's bullet would hurt Lightning, so he wanted to call Lightning back.

Shen Yuan was still uttering the warning when lightning struck the tall black figure in the center of the warehouse.

Gin's reaction was astonishingly fast.

At the moment the lightning took off into the air, he had already raised the Beretta in his hand, but when he saw who was coming, he abruptly changed the shooting trajectory.

The bullet pierced the chandelier above his head, and glass fragments fell like rain.

Gin was not the type to surrender easily. He blocked Lightning's front claws with a block, and his black windbreaker fluttered in the fight.

Lightning obviously remembered this "old acquaintance" whom he had met a few times. Although he did not say anything harsh to him, he still forced Gin to take a half step back.

Shen Yuan leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, looking at Gin who looked so disheveled – his silver hair was scattered messily on his shoulders, and his always meticulous black top hat was tilted to one side.

When Gin finally pinned Lightning to the ground with a neat grab, Shen Yuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Lightning whimpered in grievance under Gin's grip. Gin loosened his grip and adjusted his collar with a gloomy face. There were a few silver-gray leopard hairs on his black windbreaker.

"Explain clearly why you are late!" Gin said coldly.

Lightning immediately stood up, shamelessly buried his head in Gin's hanging hand, blinking his ice-blue eyes, as if to say - "If you don't stroke my fur, I won't forgive your ruthlessness just now!" Shen Yuan sighed, and rarely took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, and the smoke slowly rose in the dim warehouse.

"My new mentor at the University of Tokyo, Kenichi Nakajima, was murdered. As one of the suspects, I have to stay at the scene and cooperate with the investigation!" He exhaled a puff of smoke and said in a flat tone, "The case was solved at 4:30!" When Gin heard the name "Kenichi Nakajima", the hand that was stroking Lightning paused slightly, and then continued to stroke the cheetah's back as if nothing had happened, with his fingertips sinking into the thick fur.

"How did he die?" he asked in a low voice, as if he was just saying it casually.

Shen Yuan sneered, "He plagiarized a student paper and got killed by the student!" He flicked the ash off his cigarette, his eyes slightly sarcastic, "I've told you before that the people of this country have the blood of criminals in their bones. Sooner or later, they will either become murderers or dead!" Gin didn't take up the topic, turned and walked towards the warehouse door, his black windbreaker drawing a dangerous arc in the dim light.

"Let's go, I have work tonight!" Shen Yuan whistled, and Lightning immediately trotted after him.

At the door, Gin's eyes swept back and forth between Shen Yuan's Volvo XC90 and his own Porsche 356A, and finally fell on Lightning's muscular figure.

"Drive your car!" Gin opened the passenger door, his silver hair shining coldly in the moonlight, "Let's go to the old dock in Odaiba Seaside Park!" Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Go to that kind of place late at night to feed mosquitoes?" But he still sat in the driver's seat.

Lightning jumped into the back seat nimbly, filling the entire back row.

Chapter 32 Undercurrent

As the car drove into the Tokyo Bay coastline, Gin suddenly said, "Drive slower!" His eyes were fixed on the rearview mirror, "There's someone tailing us!" Shen Yuan glanced at the rearview mirror and saw a black Toyota without a license plate keeping a perfect distance.

He slowed down the car. "Want to get rid of it?"

"No need!" Gin's fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the car window.

Lightning seemed to sense the change in atmosphere and his ears pricked up in alertness.

Its ice-blue eyes gleamed in the darkness, closely following the movements of the vehicles behind it.

When the car turned into the path leading to the abandoned dock, Shen Yuan noticed that Gin had quietly installed a silencer on his pistol.

The moonlight filtered through the clouds, casting mottled shadows on the silver-haired killer's stern profile.

"Stop behind the third container!" Gin's voice was softer than the night wind. "Let them pass first!" Shen Yuan stepped on the brakes lightly, and the Volvo slid silently into the shadows.

Lightning in the back seat held his breath, his muscles tensed like a fully drawn bow.

In the distance came the sound of tires crunching over gravel; the black Toyota was slowly driving into the death trap they had set.

The Volvo parked steadily behind the rusty container. As Shen Yuan turned off the engine, Gin had already opened the car door and disappeared into the shadows.

Under the moonlight, the silver-haired killer's figure disappeared into the gap between the containers like a ghost.

"Wait!" Shen Yuan gestured to Lightning in the back seat, and leaned against the car door to light a cigarette.

The bright red cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, allowing me to just make out the black Toyota parked not far away.

Three dark figures crawled down from the car, and the beams of tactical flashlights swept between the containers.

Shen Yuan heard the sound of metal colliding - it was the sound of one of them loading his pistol.

"Search separately!" the leading man said in a low voice.

The three men spread out in a tactical formation, and one of them was moving towards the direction where Volvo was hiding.

Shen Yuan put out his cigarette and slid silently to the back of the car.

As the stalker turned the corner, he saw a silver-gray shadow pass by.

"What the hell—" Before he could finish his words, Shen Yuan had already grabbed his wrist.

With a standard joint grab, the man's pistol fell to the ground.

While pressing his knee against the opponent's lower back, Shen Yuan pulled off his walkie-talkie headset.

"Ugh!" The subdued stalker was about to shout when Lightning covered his mouth with his claw.

The cheetah's fangs gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

The footsteps of the other two were approaching.

Shen Yuan neatly tied up the man's hands and feet with his tie and stuffed a rag into his mouth.

"Are you having fun?" he suddenly asked into the air.

There was a soft sound from the top of the container.

The next second, two muffled sounds of silenced pistols rang out almost simultaneously.

There was the sound of something heavy falling in the distance, followed by the crisp sound of Gin's leather boots stepping on metal.

"It's cleaned up!" The silver-haired killer walked out from the shadows, with a slight smell of gunpowder on his black windbreaker.

He glanced at the tracker who was tied up like a dumpling, then looked at Lightning who was squatting beside him and shaking his tail, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Shen Yuan patted the dust off his hands: "Don't you want to ask who sent you?" Gin had already turned and walked towards the Toyota: "No need!" He took out a black suitcase from the car, "Fingerprint recognition, you open it!" When Shen Yuan took the suitcase, he noticed that Gin's eyes lingered on his hand for a second longer - the grappling action just now obviously did not escape the eyes of the top killer.

"Shen," Gin's voice was filled with dangerous playfulness, "it seems that you have learned the police grappling techniques well!" Shen Yuan shrugged and pressed the stalker's hand on the fingerprint recognition device: "Don't be nervous, this is what the community self-defense class taught you. Naturally, you have to learn some self-defense methods when you come to Tokyo to study!" The moment the box popped open - there were more than a dozen test tubes neatly arranged in the box, and the bright blue liquid glowed slightly in the moonlight.

Each test tube is secured with a metal clip and has a label with a number and date printed on it.

Lightning suddenly came over and sniffed, then sneezed and took two steps back in disgust.

"Take your pet with you," Gin said without saying whether he believed it or not, closing the suitcase, "It's time to go to the destination!" The sound of sirens came from the distance, and Shen Yuan looked at his watch - 18:17.

The night is still long.

The old dock at Odaiba Seaside Park looks like a sleeping giant in the night.

A rusty crane hung in the air, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, made a whimpering sound as it blew through the iron frame.

When Shen Yuan parked the car, Gin had already dialed a number.

"I got the stuff!" he said into the phone, his voice colder than the sea water, "I'll transfer the money in three minutes!" After hanging up, Gin took out a small tablet from the inner pocket of his windbreaker.

The blue light from the screen reflected on his angular face, and Shen Yuan saw a series of numbers jumping - the real-time balance changes of an overseas account.

"Watch out!" Gin threw the tablet to Shen Yuan, and walked towards the depths of the dock with his suitcase.

Lightning wanted to follow, but Shen Yuan gently held his neck.

The roar of engines could be heard in the distance.

A yacht without lights on slowly approached the shore, with three men in bulletproof vests standing on the deck.

Gin's figure looked particularly slender in the moonlight. He stood at the edge of the dock with one hand in his pocket and the other hand casually holding the dangerous suitcase.

The transaction process was incredibly fast.

When Shen Yuan counted to the seventeenth sound of waves hitting the shore, Gin had already turned around and walked back.

The yacht's engine roared again and quickly disappeared into the dark sea.

"Is it done?" Shen Yuan handed the tablet back.

Gin didn't answer, but took out his Beretta and checked the magazine.

The action made Lightning's ears prick up in alertness.

Three minutes later, a ball of fire suddenly burst out from the sea in the distance.

By the time the explosion reached the shore, it had become dull, like distant thunder on a summer day.

The burning wreckage of the yacht was particularly conspicuous on the sea surface and soon began to sink.

"Let's go!" Gin put away his pistol.

When Shen Yuan started the car, the last flicker of fire in the rearview mirror disappeared into the waves.

Lightning rested his chin on the front center armrest, his ice-blue eyes reflecting the flowing neon lights outside the car window.

Chapter 33 Night Journey

As the Volvo drove across the Rainbow Bridge, the entire bridge was changing with gorgeous lights.

Shen Yuan held the steering wheel with one hand and adjusted the rearview mirror with the other hand to ensure that he could see the situation behind him clearly.

Lightning rolled back and forth restlessly in the back seat, as if dissatisfied with staying in the car all the time, occasionally scratching the leather seat with his claws.

"Next location?" Shen Yuan asked, and caught a glimpse of Gin quickly operating something on the tablet.

"East Exit of Shinagawa Station!" Gin answered without raising his head, his silver hair sometimes blue and sometimes purple under the changing bridge lights. "We'll be there in twenty minutes!" Shen Yuan lightly stepped on the accelerator, and the car accelerated smoothly.

The night view of Tokyo Bay quickly receded on both sides of the car window, reflected on Gin's stern profile.

"What kind of work is this time?" Shen Yuan asked casually.

After a long pause, Shen Yuan shrugged, "If you don't want to tell me, just pretend I didn't ask!" Gin finally raised his head from the tablet, his green eyes flashing coldly in the dim car: "The lockers in the parking lot.

You're on guard!" The multi-story parking garage at the east exit of Shinagawa Station was almost empty.

Shen Yuan parked the car at the corner of the third floor. Lightning immediately pricked up his ears and looked around vigilantly.

"Cabinet 42, Area C!" Gin said before getting out of the car, "If there is any movement, honk the horn twice!" Shen Yuan watched Gin's figure disappear between the pillars, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel.

Lightning in the back seat suddenly lowered his body and made a warning grunt from his throat.

"What's wrong?" Shen Yuan followed Lightning's gaze and found a uniformed staff member patrolling slowly on the second floor.

The man held a strong flashlight in his hand and shone it into every corner from time to time.

Shen Yuan glanced at his watch - 20:18.

Gin had been gone for three minutes and twenty-seven seconds.

Just as he was considering whether to honk the horn to warn the person, a noisy conversation suddenly came from the man's walkie-talkie.

The staff member stopped, picked up the intercom, responded a few words, and then hurried towards the elevator.

Gin came back quietly with a brown paper bag in his hand.

When he got into the car, he brought in a cold night breeze and a faint smell of blood.

"Drive!" He threw the paper bag into the back seat, "Go to Minato-ku 3-chome!" Lightning sniffed the paper bag curiously, then shook his head in disgust.

When Shen Yuan started the car, he noticed a dark mark on Gin's left glove.

"Is my task today to drive all the time? I think Lightning is a little bored, he wants to get off and run for a while!" Shen Yuan looked at Lightning scratching his leather seat through the rearview mirror, knowing that this would cost money again.

"It's the next mission, and your pet can make a contribution!" Gin also looked at Lightning and suddenly spoke.

Shen Yuan exchanged glances with Lightning in the rearview mirror.

The cheetah's ice-blue eyes sparkled in the darkness, as if it was full of anticipation for the upcoming "work".

When the car entered the port area, most of the lights of Tokyo Tower in the distance had been turned off.

When the Volvo drove into Minato-ku Sanchome, the streets had already fallen into the silence of the night.

The streetlights cast long shadows on the wet ground, and occasionally the indistinct singing of drunks could be heard in the distance.

Gin took out the information from the brown paper bag, glanced through it quickly, and handed it to Shen Yuan.