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

Kiyoko also went to the sink to wash herself, and sighed softly: "Mr. Anonymous is so stubborn. It took a lot of effort to finally get him to agree. But according to what Hotaru-kun said, he might be talking nonsense, which is very troubling."

Ying Sheng shrugged: "After all, I really can't figure out why the FBI is giving you trouble. No, I can't even understand the whole reason behind this. Is it really because you're dating a high school student? That's ridiculous."

Ying Sheng glanced into the small house and saw that the bright red figure on the steel cross was still rising and falling slightly. He then closed the iron door and locked it.

"He has clearly received counter-interrogation training and is a professional."

Be patient for now, and if you can't stand it, then reveal the false information you've prepared beforehand. For example, the safe house he mentioned is very likely a trap. As soon as we go there, his companions will find that he is still alive and in a state of captivity.

As for his FBI identity, regardless of whether his two accomplices actually exist, if we investigate, we might uncover flaws.

Kiyoko listened thoughtfully: "Do the identities of Moroboshi Dai and Akai Shuichi represent some kind of signal?"

"Who knows? Let's go, it's almost dawn."

Ying Sheng yawned, glanced at his phone, and saw it was 5:26 a.m.

"We've gotten this far without us even realizing it. I'm telling you, Qingzi, aren't you getting a little too excited?"

"Hey... I just wanted to help you."

“Last night, no, the night before last, in order to make the fire scene more perfect, I bled him a lot and broke one of his arms. He is weak and has not yet recovered. You knocked him unconscious once before, which has already affected the interrogation process.”

"I'm so sorry, what should we do then?"

"Unless some psychiatric drugs are used, the only thing we can do right now is to wait it out."

"Won't the kind Mr. Mori uses work?"

"That's at most a stimulant."

I need something like scopolamine to make him lose consciousness; or something like adrenaline to prevent him from fainting during interrogation.

Your idea of ​​adding an ant nest, honey, and a severed arm was indeed ingenious, but human willpower has its limits; we can't do it without the right medicine.

"Like This……"

Kiyoko said dejectedly, "What he says might be false information before the pain exceeds his limit. After it exceeds his limit, he will fall into a coma again. Professionals and such are such a hassle."

"Don't underestimate someone's perseverance. He must have paid a lot of price during his training."

Ying Sheng smiled and said, "But it's not good to keep dragging this on. Who knows what might happen? We should try to find some medicine later."

"Yingsheng-kun is really cautious, even though this is only the first time he has been interrogated."

"Haha, are you trying to say I'm slacking off? I haven't come here all day."

"After all, the Six-Eared Macaque's side is more important."

As they talked, they were back on the motorcycle, slowly heading towards Ian's apartment under the dark blue sky before sunrise.

What they left behind was a long-abandoned warehouse, and further away, Tokyo Bay, with its dark waves and the sea.

"I'm sorry, Kiyoko," Hotaru said.

"Why apologize? That's not Hotaru-kun's fault."

"At least I created that opportunity. Maybe there wouldn't have been an auction, and..."

"Shh—I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

Kiyoko's cheek rested against Hotaru's back, her breathing steady, yet seemingly rising and falling with his.

"Ah……"

Ying Sheng chuckled lightly: "Anyway, let's become good friends with Qingliu first. To be honest, if the other side is a professional team, I can't guarantee a 100% victory."

"Wouldn't it be dangerous to leave this person here unattended?"

"Yes, there are some, even if you're not wearing a helmet now."

"……Oh."

Kiyoko propped herself up, put on her helmet, then lay down again and hugged Hotaru tightly.

"For our future, Mr. Moon, please work hard!"

[Love +2]

! ! ! ! !

The faint crescent moon on the horizon suddenly shone brightly, suppressing all the hues of the human world!

Ying Sheng smiled slightly: "Qingzi, thank you for the foraging session before the interrogation."

“It’s an honor to get to know the real Hotaru-kun.” Kiyoko smiled. “And if those scum who want to harass passersby were to die, the city would actually be cleaner.”

"Ah, as expected, it's so good to have you."

【Love: 7】

[Killing Intent: 45 (Ability 1: Berserk)]

A new milestone is about to be reached, almost entirely thanks to Kiyoko alone. At that moment, an idea suddenly popped into Hotaru's mind.

Perhaps, he won't have to keep running around in vain?

But just a second later, another thought flashed through his mind: if he went to see Miss Liu Feng tonight, could he achieve his goal even faster?

"Yingsheng-jun".

"Ok?"

"Drive a little faster."

"Sorry, I thought you would prefer something more relaxed."

"I like it, but... it's almost summer now, and the days are getting longer."

"I understand. Are you worried about it getting light?"

"Ah."

So, Ying Sheng turned the handle, sped off at full speed, and drove on without saying a word.

At eight o'clock in the morning, after dozing off for an hour and a half, Hotaru changed into his Teitan High School uniform and went out again.

Today, the sky is still clear and blue!

Sun-drenched streets, two sandwiches, and Xiao Lan around the corner.

Everything feels so familiar.

A certain vitality coursed through his body, and Ying Sheng suddenly felt that the morning air was not bad at all, and a smile appeared on his face:

"Good morning, Xiaolan."

"Mizuki-kun, Inspector Megure said that my father is going to be sent to a mental hospital."

"what???"

Chapter 133 Ying Sheng's Simple Reasoning

Is Kogoro Mouri going to be sent to a mental hospital?

This sounds like good news, but it leaves Ying Sheng somewhat bewildered. He hadn't done anything, so why was he inexplicably having an accident?

So it seems he really was just a random passerby.

It was all Mr. Mori's own problem.

"What exactly happened?" Ying Sheng asked.

As Xiaolan walked, she said, "Dad woke up around 11:30 last night and saw someone committing violence in the building across the street. He rushed over to the police station, but there was nothing there."

This is the second time. If he weren't familiar with Inspector Megure, he would probably be suspected of making a false police report.

Dr. Shirai, the doctor who was treating my father, said that his mental disorder was caused by alcoholism and excessive stress.

Ms. Aida suspected that she was also responsible for the treatment, so she directly suggested that her father be transferred to a mental hospital.

Dr. Shirai disagreed, and Dad himself was also confused. Inspector Megure called me this morning to ask for my opinion, and I said I needed to think about it.

"hiss--"

Hotaru felt a little toothache. "Ms. Aida, are you really this proactive in taking responsibility?"

Although the suggestion is good, wouldn't it still involve him in the end?

Ying Sheng felt rather helpless and took out his phone: "Let me ask Ms. Aida for some details."

The call was answered quickly, and Aida Masayo's first words were:

“Mr. Shuiyue, I can give you a refund.”

"........."

Ying Sheng was speechless: "There's absolutely no need for a refund. I'm asking you, is Mr. Mori really hallucinating? Did no one else see the scene of the criminal committing the crime on the other side besides him?"

“Yes, because it was already 11:30, and everyone was asleep,” said Masayo Aida.

"Going to bed so early, is it for health reasons?"

"........."

"In short, you're a professional. Do you really think he has a mental health issue and needs medication?"

"I am a psychological counselor, not a psychiatrist, so I cannot be completely certain."

Masayo Aida paused for a moment: "But Mr. Mori's condition in this regard is really not good. After he sobered up, I asked him to pay attention to this aspect in the future, but he didn't even remember that he had been drinking."

At first, I thought he was just trying to get away with it, but after Inspector Megure persuaded him to carefully recall what happened yesterday, he remembered Mr. Amuro's visit very clearly, but his memory went completely blank shortly after Mr. Amuro left.

I suspected it was some kind of mental illness, so I suggested that a psychiatrist be involved.

"Is that all?"

Ying Sheng asked doubtfully, "But Inspector Megure told Ran that he was going to send Mr. Mori to a mental hospital?"

"this matter……"

Aida Masayo hesitated for a few moments: "Is Miss Ran next to Mr. Mizuki? Maybe..."

“No need, just say it,” Ying Sheng interrupted.