Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 7 Tokyo Bay, the organization is attacking!

It is said that during the two years when Japan's bubble economy collapsed, fresh cement piles sank into Tokyo Bay every night.

The underground situation in Tokyo is not as dire as it seems now, but traditional craftsmanship cannot be lost.

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

The red paint on the huge old oil drum was already mottled, but the material was still quite strong and durable. At least after adding quick-drying cement and seawater, there was no leakage.

Through his cycling gloves, Yingsheng patted the lonely head in the oil barrel, his eyes narrowed into crescents.

The rest of Itahara's body was covered in sticky cement, and viewed from afar in the hazy moonlight, it looked like a head displayed on a stand.

Yingsheng stepped on the ground and a samurai sword with a cold blade flew up from the ground. He grabbed the handle of the sword in mid-air without even looking at it.

Backhand, point the knife downward, and stab straight.

"Woo!!!"

Even with a rag stuffed in his mouth, Banyuan still let out an uncontrollable cry. His face, which was already red due to lack of oxygen, turned even darker and brighter. He didn't look like a living person, but rather a bit like the green-faced yaksha in the temple.

"I really don't know where you get your confidence from. You dare to come to the appointment with only a broken sword. Do you think you are a warrior? I even wore a bulletproof vest specially for this."

Yingsheng didn't know where he had interfered with him, but the ending was the same anyway.

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

Yingsheng sighed, "I didn't expect that even though I, Nakamichi Kenta, pay so much attention to secrecy, I would still be exposed.

Hey, Banyuan-san, when you threatened me before, you mentioned that you had taken measures to kill me, right? Can you tell me a little bit about it? "

Yingsheng raised his hand to his ear, leaned forward slightly to listen carefully, and all he heard was heavy breathing.

Yingsheng turned around in confusion, as if he had just discovered something and suddenly realized something.

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

He raised his hand and pulled off the rag that was blocking Itahara's mouth, and smiled gently, "At this point, I don't even believe that I'll let you go. Just explain it to me, and in return, I'll give you a quick death."

"Pooh!"

What responded to him was a weak spit of phlegm.

Yingsheng dodged it easily, shook his head in disappointment, half-pulled the long knife out of the increasingly compact cement, and stabbed it down again.

"what!!!"

The sound was quite shrill, but also weak due to the compression of the lungs.

Yingsheng was helpless, "Can't you just cooperate a little, Banyuan-san? This is simply torturing me."

The sweaty Yaksha grinned and laughed the craziest laugh of his life.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

"Tsk, a diehard."

Yingsheng took out his cell phone and took a look. It was half past eleven. He turned around and got the big pot lid, intending to cover the oil barrel.

"According to the formula in the manual, the cement will dry completely in about an hour and a half. It's more than enough time to go back and forth from here to Tsuburaya Town. Wait for me, I will definitely let you see her one last time."

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

There were urgent calls from behind, but Yingsheng remained indifferent.

"You were kicked out of your home because of your PC infection. You kept harassing your ex-wife and were detained by the police for three months. When you were released, you lost your job and your ex-wife moved away. You had no money to pay the rent and became a homeless person.

The place I've been going to a lot in the past month is a low-level water vendor in Tsuburaya Town.

Is it right? "

Yingsheng tapped the Bluetooth headset. "Don't even think about refutation. Your little trick is completely transparent to the police. Why do you think I installed a bug for them? I was confident that they would never find any flaws.

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

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

Itahara-san, why would you entrust such an important matter to such a person? Do you think that since you are both at the bottom of society, you can sympathize with each other?

You are so naive. To tell you straight, she sold the small iron box containing your secret note for 100,000 yen 20 minutes ago.

You know the reason, right? The outermost layer of the box is the deposit I gave you. Those cheap jewelry are worth tens of thousands of yuan at most. If a customer with poor eyesight buys it at a high price, she will immediately agree.

As for your instructions, haha, she seems to have taken them to heart at all.

"She was probably thinking, what big secrets could a guy like you have? Stealing is the worst you can do. She helped you sell the stolen goods and made more money, so you should thank her."

One, two...

A hysterical roar rang out.

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

[Killing Intent +1]

Well, it’s finally shipped.

Yingsheng talked to him for a long time, of course, just for this.

Normally, it wouldn't be that troublesome to collect murderous intent, but Banyuan was a person who bullied the weak and feared the strong. After being manipulated like that before, he didn't even have any murderous intent towards Yingsheng that could be recognized by the system.

Yingsheng thought about it and thought that it was probably that Banyuan had one last wish in his heart, that he could take revenge on his enemies with his own death.

Well, let's break his fantasy.

"It is indeed much easier to obtain murderous intent than love. Although it cannot be repeatedly applied to the same person, generally speaking, it is completely endless." Yingsheng's mind moved, and the data panel appeared in his mind.

【Love: 5】

[Killing Intent: 32 (Ability Unlocked)]

[Remaining lifespan: 1 days]

After giving himself another day, Yingsheng carried the cement bucket back to the oil drum, thinking in his heart, he didn't know when this love would be enough to reach ten points and unlock the special ability. What would that ability be?

After dealing with the aftermath, Yingsheng rode away on his bike. He didn't have the time to wait for the cement to dry, so he decided to stop by next time.

Huh?
Porsche 356A, such an old car model, there are still people driving it, it must be a very stylish old money car.

Moreover, why did this car look familiar to him?
Yingsheng seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't slow down at all. He quickly passed the intersection where the Porsche stopped, and circled back at the next intersection. Suddenly, his phone vibrated slightly, and Yingsheng double-clicked the headset to answer the call.

"Someone broke into your house, but they didn't rummage through your drawers or break into your house." Qingzi's voice was very soft.

"I understand. Keep eavesdropping."

"Is it about that night?"

"It should be. The organization has finally come to our door. I don't know if they happened to encounter today's case. You should be careful and be ready to escape at any time."

"Understood. You should do your best, Mr. Hotaru. If necessary, do you want to involve the police?"

"It's better not to link your father's death to the Yakuza. That would be too troublesome. Even if all the evidence points to an accident, if the police use this doubt as an excuse to delay closing the case, the 500 million insurance money will not be collected."

"Well... that would be terrible."

While continuing the call, Yingsheng stopped his motorcycle far outside the dock, walked quickly to the other side of the street where the Porsche 356A was parked, and looked over.

Sure enough, there was nothing there.

Yingsheng raised his eyebrows. Did she follow him from downstairs of the apartment building? He didn't notice anything unusual. Was his comfortable life recently paralyzing his nerves?

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

The opponent's tracking level is undoubtedly quite high.

It's really interesting, the original owner's inherent bond...

Yingsheng smiled softly, "No matter the cause and effect, it is better to cut them all off."

[Killing Intent -1, Activate Ability ]

On the other side, at Akagi Pier, a man with long silver hair and a black windbreaker grinned.

"Is there such a thing?"

(End of this chapter)