I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

He slid to the ground like a pile of mud, curled up like a shrimp, holding his ribs, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

"What's that sound?" The window on the second floor of the warehouse suddenly opened and Conan's little head poked out.

The next second, four figures rushed out of the warehouse in a hurry.

In the light of the flashlight, Robert was curled up on the ground groaning in pain, with a stun gun lying next to him.

Amuro Toru stepped forward quickly. "Mr. Shen, what's going on?" Shen Yuan pointed to the murder weapon on the ground. "He tried to sneak up on me, but I reflexively kicked him out!" Conan watched the scene, his mouth twitching uncontrollably—again? The murderer had fallen into his trap again. I'm afraid this case doesn't need to be investigated anymore. In the moonlight, Hattori Heiji bent down and picked up the white bead, his fingertips gently stroking the smooth surface.

"Robert attacked Brother Shen Yuan," he raised the BB bullet, letting it glow coldly in the moonlight, "perhaps that's why!" Xiaolan and Kazuha heard the sound and rushed over. After hearing what Hattori Heiji said, they held their breath. Hattori Heiji continued, "He wanted to pick this up and destroy some evidence, but Brother Shen Yuan happened to appear here.

He felt guilty and thought his crime had been discovered.

That's why we attack Brother Shen Yuan!"

"What you mean is..." Takeda Ryuji's puzzled voice suddenly sounded, "Robert killed the eldest brother? Why...?" Hattori Heiji turned around, and Takeda Ryuji and Takeda Yuzo slowly approached, supporting a short old lady.

The old lady's silver hair shone coldly in the moonlight, and her wrinkled face showed no expression.

Hattori Heiji showed a puzzled expression: "Who is this?"

"This is our mother!" Takeda Ryuji explained softly, "I told our mother about our eldest brother's murder, and she insisted on coming to see him!" The old lady's cloudy eyes looked straight ahead, and her dry fingers tightly grasped the crutch.

Takeda Yuzo asked: "Detective Hattori, why did you conclude that Robert killed the eldest brother?" Before Hattori Heiji could speak, the old lady suddenly spoke, her hoarse voice like the rubbing of dead leaves: "Maybe... he thought Shinichi killed Misa!" Ryuji and Yuzo widened their eyes at the same time.

Yongsan stammered, "Although big brother has a bad temper, Misa is his biological daughter after all! How could Robert think so?" Hattori Heiji lowered his head, and a smile of insight appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Maybe it is because... Miss Misa is not Mr. Shinichi's biological daughter? That's why he suspected that Mr. Shinichi had discovered this, so he killed Miss Misa!" He looked directly at Takeda Ryuji with sharp eyes, "Isn't it, Mr. Ryuji?" Takeda Ryuji was struck by lightning, and his face turned pale instantly: "You...you..." His lips trembled, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Misa (Misa), Sae (Sae), Emi (Emi)..." Hattori Heiji said word by word, "The kana of the three names are connected end to end, forming a perfect cycle!" He stepped forward, "Is this a code of blood relationship? Miss Misa's real father is actually you, Mr. Ryuji?" Takeda Ryuji's pupils contracted violently, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Yongsan looked at his second brother in shock: "Second brother?... You... you and sister-in-law?" Takeda Ryuji looked at his mother. His daughter's name was given by his mother. He didn't expect that his mother would play a fuss about it.

The old lady nodded slowly, stroking the handle of her cane with her skinny fingers: "Your deeds cannot be hidden from my eyes!" Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring directly at Takeda Ryuji, "So I gave them such names!" After a pause, she whispered again: "Before, I was wondering... maybe it was you who killed your eldest brother!" Takeda Ryuji staggered back a step, and the whole person seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

The moonlight shone on his pale face, stretching his shadow very long.

Listening to everyone's conversation, Robert kept his head down and remained silent.

The moonlight shone on his short golden hair, outlining a cold and hard outline.

Toru Amuro looked at the American man, walked slowly up to him, and raised a murderous smile at the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Robert, don't you have anything to say?" Robert remained silent, as if he had made up his mind to fight everything with silence.

Hattori Heiji put his hands in his pockets, and a confident expression appeared on his dark face: "Robert, give up resistance!" He took a step forward, "I have seen through all your tricks!" Robert finally raised his head and his eyes met Hattori Heiji's.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and it seemed as if invisible sparks were flying.

"You must have come to the second floor of the warehouse before dinner," Hattori Heiji's voice was particularly clear in the night, "Tie the self-contracting rope to the straight beam!" His fingers drew complex tracks in the air, "Then wrap the rope around the window, pull the rope out to the four corners, and secure it with fishing line with small loops at both ends!" Conan's glasses reflected the moonlight.

"The most crucial step," Hattori Heiji continued, "is to thread another fishing line through the knot at the base of the rope loop, pass the fishing line through the central beam, and pull it out the window!" He pointed to the mountain road in the distance, "And tie the other end of the fishing line to the small truck you drove out!"

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The night wind blew the treetops, making a rustling sound.

The people of the Takeda family held their breath and listened to Hattori Heiji's reasoning.

"Then you made an appointment with Mr. Shinichi to come to the second floor of the warehouse after dinner, using the excuse of discussing something, and asked him to lock the door!" Hattori Heiji's eyes were as sharp as a knife, "Then you shot at the window downstairs with BB bullets to lure Mr. Shinichi to stick his neck out of the window--" Robert's fingers twitched slightly.

"At this moment," Hattori Heiji made a gesture, "you drive the car out suddenly! Under the huge traction force, the thumbtacks that fixed the hemp rope to the window fell off, and the rope tightened instantly, wrapping around Mr. Shinichi's neck and pulling him onto the beam!" He made a tightening gesture, "The cervical vertebrae were instantly broken due to the impact, and death occurred almost immediately!" In the moonlight, fine beads of sweat oozed from Robert's forehead.

"The fishing line connected to the car naturally broke as the distance increased, and Shinichi's body fell onto the net you had laid under the beams!" Hattori Heiji sneered, "It looks like the Spider Fairy's mischief as everyone says.

As for the fishing line trucks behind the car, they have all been driven out, so you naturally have time to deal with them at any time.

This is how you killed Mr. Shinichi, am I right? "Takeda Yuzo frowned in confusion: "But... didn't Detective Maori say that the murderer of my brother was the same person who killed Mr. Negishi before? But Robert didn't come with you..."

"Are you saying that he met us by chance?" Hattori Heiji interrupted, a perceptive smile on his dark face, "We were all wrong before.

His 'chance encounter' with us in the forest was actually orchestrated by him!" In the moonlight, Robert's shoulders stiffened imperceptibly for a moment.

Hattori Heiji continued, "I think the person who sent me the letter of commission was him.

The purpose of doing this is to create the illusion of an 'accidental encounter' with us, to prove that he just arrived today!" He looked at Takeda Ryuji, "The evidence is that at dinner, there were obviously three of us, including me, He Ye, and Robert, but they only bought two servings of fish.

Miss Yoko said that this was a special order from Mr. Shinichi - this means that Mr. Shinichi had known about Robert's arrival for a long time and his visit was not a coincidence today.

This is also why he was able to successfully arrange an appointment with Mr. Xinyi to the second floor of the warehouse. They probably had contact before, or even met!" Robert's expression began to twist, and pain and anger surged in his blue eyes.

His fingers dug deep into his palms, "They were the ones who killed Misa. Akio Negishi let it slip when he was drunk before. He told Misa that no one would want a girl born out of her 'dirty emotions', and there was no point in living, so she should die..." His voice choked, "And then Misa..." He covered his face with his hands, tears seeping out from between his fingers, shining silver in the moonlight.

"And after Takeda Shinichi found out that Misa was not his biological daughter, he intensified his domestic violence... Misa... she would..." Hattori Heiji looked at the collapsed Robert quietly: "You are wrong, the last straw that broke the camel's back for Miss Misa was not them, but you!" Robert froze, raised his head, tears frozen on his face.

"The last message you left for Misa—'shine'!" Hattori Heiji sighed, "was interpreted by her as the Japanese romanization: 死(shi)ね(ne).

She thought... you were telling her to die.

"Robert was struck by lightning: "How...how could it be..." His voice broke, "I mean...she is my sunshine..." Robert fell to his knees and finally burst into tears like a child.

With Robert subdued, the case was finally solved.

Toyama Kazuha rushed forward excitedly and grabbed Hattori Heiji: "Heiji! You are so awesome!" Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, "This time you are even better than Uncle Mori, and you solved the case first!" Hattori Heiji was almost suffocated by the strangulation. He patted her arm to signal her to let go, then straightened his collar and complained silently in his heart: You compared me with that confused detective, and I won, but I didn't feel honored, okay... "Ahem!" Mori Kogoro coughed twice and straightened his wrinkled shirt collar, "This time I deliberately let Hattori win!" As he said that, he patted Hattori's shoulder with such force that the latter almost knelt down, and then touched his chin pretending to be deep, "After all, we have to give young people some opportunities to perform, hahaha!" Conan stood aside, and the dead fish eyes behind the glasses fully expressed his mood at the moment.

Toru Amuro glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late, let's go back and get some rest!" He handcuffed Robert's hands behind his back neatly and said, "Let's take this man back to the boys' lounge and hand him over to the police tomorrow morning!" The night breeze blew across the courtyard, dispelling the tense atmosphere.

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, their footsteps making a slight creaking sound in the old wooden corridor.

Shen Yuan followed behind Amuro Toru, his short black hair swaying slightly in the night wind.

His eyes swept across the vague outline of the warehouse in the distance, and then fell on the back of Robert who was being escorted in front of him, and a smile appeared on his lips.

How could someone who could read articles on Misa (みさ), Sarai (さえ), and Emi (えみ) not know that the romanized Japanese characters for "shine" (死(shi)ね(ne)) mean "death"? And how could a white man from a beautiful country be so completely devoted to a Japanese country girl? And even come back three years later to avenge her? Young people still believe too much in the illusion of love.

In the boys' lounge, the dim light cast a swaying shadow on the paper door.

Hattori Heiji sat cross-legged on his futon and took out a leather-bound commemorative album from his backpack.

He carefully inserted the photos of the scene he took on the second floor of the warehouse into the box, and a satisfied smile appeared on his dark face.

"Kid," he proudly waved the yearbook at Conan, "I'm one step ahead today!" His big white teeth gleamed in the light.

Conan pursed his lips and glanced at Kogoro Mouri who was already snoring.

If this confused uncle hadn't chased him away from the crime scene twice, how could Hattori be so proud? However, his eyes were quickly drawn to the commemorative album: "What is this?"

"My crime-solving album!" Hattori Heiji opened it with great interest. "These are all cases that I participated in solving. Come, let me open your eyes!" Conan took the manual and his fingers touched the cold leather cover.

He flipped through the pages at random, browsing casually at first.

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Shen Yuan was lying not far away with his eyes closed, his breathing so steady as if he had fallen asleep.

However, his ears were keenly capturing every movement, and he knew that the "little detective" was about to see the "little surprise" he had specially prepared - then the rustling sound of turning pages was heard in the house, Hattori Heiji's proud whisper, and... suddenly, Conan's breathing became rapid.

"Hattori!" His voice suddenly rose, with an unprecedented sharpness, "What's going on with this photo?! Do you know Gin?!" The corners of Shen Yuan's mouth rose slightly in the shadows.

Here it comes - the "little surprise" he carefully prepared.

He pretended to be awakened and mumbled in a daze: "Conan?...What's wrong with you?" Just as he was about to open his eyes, a pair of warm hands covered him.

The breath of Toru Amuro suddenly approached, carrying a faint fragrance.

"Mr. Shen is fine," his voice was close to his ear, soft and soothing, "Conan is chatting and laughing with Hattori-kun, you go to sleep!" Shen Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly under those palms.

He deliberately slowed down his breathing to make Amuro Toru think that he was really calmed down.

Darkness enveloped his vision, but made his other senses more acute—he could feel Toru Amuro's fingers tighten slightly, hear Conan's rapid breathing, and even imagine Hattori Heiji's confused expression at the moment.

Well, since Mr. Amuro is so "considerate", Shen Yuan chuckled in his heart, then I will continue to "sleep".

He relaxed his body and let Amuro Toru's palm continue to cover his eyes, like an ordinary and well-behaved person who knew nothing about the dark organization.

On the tatami not far away, Conan's fingers were tightly grasping the blurry silhouette photo of Gin, and cold sweat had soaked his back.

Hattori Heiji lowered his voice and approached Conan in confusion: "What's wrong with this photo? Do you know these two people?" Conan's words rolled around on his tongue and he swallowed them back.

He couldn't bring Hattori into danger with the Black Organization.

The eyes behind the glasses flickered for a moment, and suddenly turned to Amuro Toru: "It was Amuro-brother who accepted the commission!" His voice was deliberately childish and eager, "He said he wanted to find two silver-haired parties to question. People with silver hair are rare, so I was so excited when I saw it!" Conan looked at Amuro Toru for help, and his fingers quietly tugged at his clothes: "Amuro-brother, this is the person you are looking for, right?" Amuro Toru took the commemorative album and rubbed the edge of the photo with his fingertips.

Although Gin only showed a blurry silhouette, the face of the silver-haired boy next to him was clearly visible - it was Monk.

His pupils contracted slightly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he suppressed his thoughts, and tried to act like he was asking a normal question, "Hattori-kun.

These two people are the insiders I'm looking for. When did you meet them? " Hattori Heiji was keenly aware that the atmosphere was not right, but Amuro Toru's explanation seemed reasonable.

He scratched his head and pointed to the note next to the photo: “Just last month in Osaka.

After the case was solved, this young guy said he was a fan of mine and insisted on taking a photo with me!" He pointed to a person in the photo whose face was tilted to the side, making it hard to see clearly. "This older guy is his brother. He said he's an introvert and asked me not to mind him!"

"Introverted personality..." The corners of Amuro Toru's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Gin is introverted? Only Monk would dare to say such nonsense.

His fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the photo, and his purple-gray eyes gradually darkened, like the sea before a storm, with a dangerous undercurrent surging beneath the calm.

——When did you start targeting these detectives? ——What's your purpose in taking this photo? Amuro Toru's thoughts raced in the darkness, but his expression grew calmer.

The light cast sharp shadows on his deep features, making his eyebrows and eyes look almost sharp.

He slowly closed the album, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"Can you lend me this photo? I'll return it to Hattori-kun after I finish the case!" His voice was terribly soft, like a flood about to burst the dam but being forcibly suppressed under a thin layer of ice. Every word he said was suffocatingly restrained, as if if he said one more word, something terrible would break through that thin layer of rationality.

Hattori Heiji scratched his head, a look of confusion on his dark face. "I always feel that your attitude is strange..." He glanced at Conan's tense profile, then turned to Amuro Toru. "But since Mr. Amuro has asked, you can take the photos first!" Conan's eyes behind his glasses were fixed on the album in Amuro Toru's hand, countless questions swirling in his mind - who is the other silver-haired boy in the photo? Is he really Gin's younger brother? Haibara had never mentioned this situation before.

More importantly, why did they specifically take a photo with Hattori? A cold light flashed across Conan's lens - was this the organization hinting that they already had information about everyone around him? But then he thought of Vermouth.

From the Itakura incident, he learned that Vermouth was Sharon Wynyard, his mother's good friend.

Perhaps it was this connection that ultimately led her to let him go… From her words and actions, it could be inferred that no one in the Black Organization knew about her affairs. She was the first to discover it, and she didn't report it. The photo of Hattori and the two of them took place before this incident, so why?

He opened his mouth and almost blurted out the answer to ask Amuro Toru for confirmation.

But when he caught a glimpse of Hattori Heiji's confused face, he swallowed it back.

Hattori cannot be involved in this danger.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

The moonlight shines through the paper door, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

Toru Amuro lowered his eyes and stared at the photo, and finally put it quietly into the inner pocket of his clothes. When he lay down, he folded his hands behind his head, and his closed eyelashes cast fine shadows in the moonlight.

The almost invisible wrinkle between his eyebrows revealed the fact that he was thinking, but his breathing was deliberately kept at a steady rhythm.

Seeing this, Hattori Heiji didn't think any more about it. He stretched out his body and said "Haha", then got into the bed without any image. After a while, he began to snore softly.

Shen Yuan lay on his side in the corner, breathing evenly and deeply, his eyelashes casting tiny shadows in the moonlight, as if he had already fallen asleep.

Conan stared at the ceiling for a long time, and finally slid into bed slowly.

In the end, darkness swallowed up all the unspoken questions.

The only sound in the room was the rising and falling breathing, like a false calm before a storm.

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The tires of the LAND CRUISER rolled over the accumulated sand and gravel, making a teeth-grinding crunching sound.

The car body bumped violently on the rugged mountain road, the chassis scraped against the protruding rocks from time to time, and sparks from metal friction flashed in the darkness.

Vodka's knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly, and the veins on his forehead jumped with another violent bump.

At this time, Vodka was cursing in his heart, but his expression was timid.

The night vision goggles cast a strange green light over the entire world, and every piece of tumbling gravel looked like a snarling ghost.

As the wheels rolled over the loose gravel, fist-sized stones suddenly rolled down the hillside, making a harsh scraping sound as they scraped against the car body.

Vodka turned the steering wheel suddenly, and the tires kicked up a cloud of dust at the edge of the cliff. Several pieces of gravel rolled down the steep slope, and the echo of their landing could not be heard for a long time.

The dashboard showed that it was 1:37 in the morning.

Vodka gripped the steering wheel tightly, his palms full of cold sweat.

In the rearview mirror, the road section I just passed was silently sliding down more sand and soil, like a waking earth dragon.

Driving in this kind of hellish place where a second landslide could happen at any time—Vodka felt that his insurance should be tripled.

Vodka was furious but dared not speak out about the act of driving into the mountains on such a dangerous road at one in the middle of the night. Big Brother said that this matter must be kept secret, which meant that it was not related to the organization. So, the only person who could call Big Brother out and work willingly at this time was that vixen! By the time the car finally turned into the village entrance, Vodka's back was soaking wet.

In the moonlight, the two-story warehouse looked like a dormant beast.