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

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

Author: Fourth Zen

Summary:

[The "Sea King" craves pure love + Ran, who considers herself a "green tea" (a manipulative woman), is definitely a good younger sister.]

Cyber ​​Wolf descends upon Conan, needing both love and murderous intent to survive. Thus, he transforms into a firefly among flowers, drawing love from a hundred flowers; and into Heisei Moriarty, drawing murderous intent, becoming the great detective's lifelong enemy.

Based on this, gradually master the concepts of murderous intent and love.

Gaining abilities:

[Unable to obtain!]

[Transformation is effortless!]

[Our fate is sealed!]

Chapter 1 Love, Murder, and Life!

"Hey, Hotaru-kun."

"Ok?"

"Could you please kill my father?"

The moonlight, like silk, gently covered the wisteria trellis. Beneath the trellis was a long wicker chair covered with a white blanket. A handsome young man lay quietly on it, letting the crescent moon cast the shadows of wisteria blossoms on his fair face.

"Why?" he asked.

From the balcony on the 26th floor, overlooking the dazzling neon lights of Tokyo, the delicate young woman smiled softly.

"because I love you."

[Love +1]

Like a game prompt, a fleeting thought flashed through Ying Sheng's mind, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly.

"I received your kindness."

With a slight thought, he saw even more information.

【Love: 2】

[Killing Intent: 27 (Ability 1 unlocked)]

[Remaining lifespan: 3 days]

Having inexplicably transmigrated to another world with a system of its own, Ying Sheng thought that after resolving the initial troubles and lying in a pool of blood to catch her breath, her life would be peaceful and leisurely.

As a result, the remaining lifespan column kept flashing, reminding him that he only had one day left.

How to increase it?

A little love, plus a little murderous intent, equals a day.

Obtaining someone's murderous intent is easy; all it takes is to crush what that person cherishes most into the mud, and even the most cowardly person will have the courage to draw their sword.

But love, especially genuine love that can be recognized by the system and comes from the heart...

This really stumped Ying Sheng.

In his previous life, he was born on an assembly line and grew up in a public orphanage. All the education he received was to better become a tool, and he never had any form of intimate relationship.

Deceiving naive women with her looks and acting skills, making them devoted to her and expressing their love, is not difficult for Ying Sheng either.

However, the evaluation criteria for the system are obviously not that simple.

That day in Shinjuku's Kabukicho district, a young woman sold her house to buy him a champagne tower, but Hotaru's feelings for her didn't increase at all.

With only an hour left to live, a rapid red light flickered in Ying Sheng's heart.

But as he walked alone on the quiet streets in the early morning after the rain, his mind inexplicably calmed down.

Failed.

There's nothing we can do about it.

I don't know where to go for the last hour, so I'll just go home for now.

Although it was the original owner's home, and he had not inherited any memories; although he only stayed there for less than two hours, and did not even properly clean up the scene.

In short, let's die together with those two to avoid causing trouble for the police later.

With this thought in mind, Ying Sheng returned to the apartment, pushed open the door, and saw a girl in a white dress squatting in the living room, diligently wiping the floor.

The girl's fair, almost translucent skin was stained with a few drops of blood, giving it an eerie glow. She gently tucked the unsightly strands of black hair behind her ear and raised her head.

"Sorry, I'm the neighbor next door. I came over to clean it up because the smell of blood was too strong."

she said so.

Ying Sheng smiled. Being able to meet such an interesting person before dying meant that her life had not been in vain.

"What do you want?"

"Are you going to die?" she asked back.

"If I don't receive love from others, I will wither and die. There are 30 minutes left."

"Then, can you give me all your possessions? I want to buy a beautiful kimono."

"of course can."

Ying Sheng walked over and placed a bank card on the coffee table. "I didn't pay attention to the split, but I guess a lot was deducted. But it's at least a million. The password is six sixes."

The girl glanced at the bank card, then her gaze shifted slightly to the two wallets on the coffee table.

What about theirs?

Ying Sheng had no clue about the items dropped by the original owner's parents: "Maybe it's their birthday, I don't know either."

"Oh, thank you."

The girl picked up the bank card, turned and went out. Her snow-white bare feet stepped onto the beige floor, and suddenly a bright red flower adorned the spot, creating a pure and immaculate beauty.

Ying Sheng walked to the balcony, lay down under the wisteria trellis, and the full moon cast an elegant shadow of death.

Just as he was about to gently step into that good night, the landline in the living room rang.

Ying Sheng, of course, did not answer the call, and instead left a message.

"Shuiyue Sang, I love you."

[Love +1]

Jingle Bell--

The wind chimes on the flower stand rang, a sign of life.

The full moon gradually faded into a waning crescent. Ten days had passed, and Ying Sheng was still alive. And yet, neither the organization nor the police that the two men had mentioned had come to their door—truly a strange occurrence.

“Kiyoko, there must be some more specific reasons,” Hotaru said.

On Qingzi's balcony, there was a wooden swing. She was still wearing a white dress, swaying gently, like some kind of unreal phantom in the hazy moonlight.

“I bought him three personal accident insurance policies, totaling 500 million yuan,” she said with a smile.

"When did you buy it?"

"The cheapest one was two months ago, and the other two were nine days ago."

“It’s too obvious to commit insurance fraud. The insurance company will refuse to pay the claim. If you’re not satisfied and want to appeal, they will hire a group of detectives to investigate. Especially my classmate, Shinichi Kudo, he’s very smart. I’m not entirely sure.”

"Then there's nothing we can do."

Kiyoko sighed softly, "Well, then I can only be naked, tie a bow on my head, crawl into the big gift box, and be delivered to President Shimada's office."

Alas, how could there be such a pitiful person as me in this world? My father owes gambling debts and actually wants his daughter to pay them off. Alas, my mother doesn't want me either. Alas…

A series of lamentations left Ying Sheng speechless: "How much money does he owe?"

"Gambling debts are a bottomless abyss."

“That makes sense, but even if Mr. Cedar dies, his creditors will still come looking for you, won’t they?”

"So, I'll have to ask Hotaru-kun for help again."

Kiyoko's smile was so pure and innocent, clearer than the moonlight flowing in the sky.

Helpless, Ying Sheng stretched and sat up.

"You have such a terrible personality."

"Anyway, Hotaru-kun needs to eat every day, so it doesn't matter who it is."

The so-called "feeding" refers to the hunting that Hotaru hunts in order to obtain the intent to kill. When he had little understanding of this world, he had Kiyoko choose some targets for him, so she knows about it.

"Speaking of which, things are too unstable on your end. I'm planning to seriously find a girlfriend."

Kiyoko looked curious: "Oh, do you have a target yet?"

"It's not clear yet, let's talk about it later. What areas are excluded from Mr. Cedar's insurance coverage? I'll think about the approach during class tomorrow."

"There are many restrictions. It's not allowed to be related to alcoholism, drug use, or high-risk work. Also, it's best if it's not a disease, because Dad hasn't had a physical exam in a long time."

"OK, send the information and address to my email."

The gift of life must be repaid with life, even if it belongs to someone else.

People die every day in this city, so what difference does it make if a few more die?

Ying Sheng got up, pushed aside a curtain of floral tassels, glanced at the clock in the room—it was just past midnight—and asked, "Will you get beaten up again tonight? Do you want to come stay at my place?"

Qingzi smiled sweetly, "I am now a precious gift, so he wouldn't dare to lay a hand on me."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Chapter 2 Showdown! Shinichi Kudo!