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

"Puch-"

Xiaolan couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle: "I just thought you were going to become the Robin Hood of Tokyo, standing up for those who suffer injustice, but it turns out you're just doing it so casually?"

"Well, I told you not to overthink it. Just treat it as a game, isn't that perfect?"

"not good!"

Xiaolan's expression turned serious: "Vigilante justice is wrong. Why didn't you call the police?"

Ying Sheng asked curiously, "You should know that Japanese yakuza are legal, right?"

"What does this have to do with anything?" Xiaolan asked, puzzled.

Ying Sheng thought for a moment, "Okay, the homeless man who owes money to loan sharks is called Tojo Shuntatsu, and the company is called Watanuki Credit Co., Ltd. Why don't you report it to the police first? The necessary clues and evidence..."

"Well, you can investigate it yourself. You're going to be a detective's assistant eventually, so this is good practice."

"Okay! I'll do it now... hiss—"

Xiao Lan suddenly stood up, then gasped and sat back down. Ying Sheng pursed his lips.

"You reckless fool."

Xiaolan continued to ice her knee, glaring at him: "It's all because of you, you despicable bastard."

"Sorry, sorry, but if you follow Kudo around, you'll encounter far more despicable people than this, so be as vigilant as possible."

"……Oh."

"You can't argue with me at all."

"..."

"Because I have a whole set of grand principles to share."

"..."

"This guy is so annoying, here he comes again, ugh, he's about to explode." Hotaru smiled. "Going back to the beginning, what was it again? I think it was about love. I don't care about rumors, you can just tell Kudo about it later."

"hehe."

Xiaolan rolled her eyes. "You're actually a very skilled scumbag, aren't you?"

"Huh? I don't understand."

"You've got such control, you bastard!"

"Haha, don't be so loud, senior."

"..."

As dusk fell, Sonoko Suzuki walked over from outside the dojo and helped Ran home.

"Buy a bento box, don't cook," Ying Sheng casually reminded him.

"Don't tell me, mind your own business first," Sonoko Suzuki said without turning her head.

Ran turned around, her eyes filled with apology. Ying Sheng was looking down at his phone, dialing Kenta Nakamichi's number. Just as the call connected, Ran's figure had stepped through the door.

He lifted his feet out of the ice bucket, moved them slightly, and yawned.

I can't eat tonight, so I'll just have a good rest.

The next day.

The weather is clear and clear.

When Ying Sheng woke up in the morning, her foot injuries were indeed 80-90% healed. She marveled at this and went to the wisteria trellis on the balcony to get her lunchbox before taking a taxi to school.

Shinichi Kudo still didn't come; it didn't matter.

Xiaolan didn't come either. Why is that?

The teacher didn't ask for a reason during the first class; good students don't need reasons to ask for leave. After class, classmates who cared about Ran went to Sonoko Suzuki to ask why.

Ying Sheng overheard something and it seemed that Xiao Lan's father had encountered some kind of accident, but he didn't know the specifics.

Tsk, it's really unlucky to have a father like that.

Ying Sheng picked up his lunchbox, left his seat, and felt much better now. He decided to make up for the sales he missed last night.

correct.

"How did the lottery go yesterday?" he asked, turning around.

Kenta Nakamichi shook his head somewhat dejectedly: "Sigh, Kudo is still investigating that accident, and the death toll is zero."

"Isn't it a good thing that there will be more upsets?"

"I'm afraid if I come back two more times, no one will buy from me anymore."

"Oh, that makes sense, but I trust Kudo, even if it's slow, it should be within the next day or two."

"Hopefully."

The teachers at Teitan High School seemed to be very easy to talk to, and Hotaru successfully got leave. He went back to his apartment, changed into a black suit, took the Browning pistol he had taken from Vodka, went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for Shinjuku Kabukicho.

Inside the car, people were gossiping on the shared radio channel used by the drivers.

"Have you heard? There was some trouble in Ginza last night."

“I was there. That guy is really good at judo. He injured several people.”

"It seems that the madam of the nightclub he frequented was slept with by someone, and somehow a fight broke out."

"For a bitch? You're just blinded by lust."

"Who says it isn't?"

"Could you please be a little quieter?" Ying Sheng said calmly.

Click.

The driver turned off the radio.

The vehicle drove silently toward Shinjuku, that quiet playground under the daytime.

Chapter 22 Undercurrent!

Nothing happened all day, and time passed quickly.

At 5 a.m. the next day, Ying Sheng, who was sleeping at home, was awakened by the noise next door. He picked up the earphones next to his pillow and eavesdropped for a while, and found that the police were ransacking his house.

"Brother Kudo, are you sure it's her?"

Oh, and Shinichi Kudo too.

"I'm not sure, Inspector Megure." The voice sounded somewhat tired.

“I know that Kiyoko Yukimatsu has a complete alibi. But after three days of thorough investigation, I really don’t believe that Nami Yukimatsu is capable of planning such an accident, and Okao Yamada… sigh…”

"But... Kiyoko Yukimatsu, she..."

“Yes, she doesn’t seem like someone with that kind of ability, but with three personal accident insurance policies in hand, she’s more suspicious than her mother.”

"But she's already given the policy to her mother, hasn't she?"

"Yesterday, Officer Sato followed her all day and found that she was looking at houses with a real estate agent."

"Um... but this apartment has indeed been mortgaged, and debt collectors have come to the door for two consecutive days, and we had to stop them."

"It's mainly the apartment layout."

"What do you mean?"

"Kiyoko Yukimatsu is looking at large single-level apartments or duplexes. Even if she pays in installments, the initial investment will still be around 100 million yen."

Even if she gets a hundred million in insurance money, what will she do then? Her father is dead, her mother doesn't care about her, doesn't she think about the future at all?

"This……"

"I think she's just used to living a life of luxury and hasn't thought about the future at all."

Inspector Megure seemed unsure what to say, but Miwako Sato coldly chimed in.

"The day before yesterday, yesterday, and today, do you know where she spends the night every day?"

In Shinjuku!

In Okubo! "

The voice sounded somewhat disappointed and frustrated, and the others remained silent for a long time.

until……

"I think that was just a disguise."

Shinichi Kudo spoke in a deep voice.

Ying Sheng, who was eavesdropping next door, raised an eyebrow slightly. "Detective, don't make things up without evidence."

"Why do you say that?" Inspector Megure asked hastily.

"It's just a feeling."

Shinichi Kudo sighed softly, "We investigated almost all of Kiyoko Yukimatsu's social relationships, and no one believed she would do such a thing."

"That doesn't mean anything."

Miwako Sato countered, "Those people also felt that it was impossible for her to kill her own father."

Shinichi Kudo remained silent.

He had great faith in his detective instincts, but in this case, he genuinely had no evidence.

"Inspector, we've verified it. The receipts for those kimonos and luxury goods match the items that Masato Yukimatsu sent to the pawnshop one by one," another male voice said.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Inspector Megure sighed, "Brother Kudo, now it roughly connects. Kiyoko Yukimatsu somehow got money and started buying luxury goods on a lavish scale. After Masato Yukimatsu lost at gambling, he pawned everything she bought..."

Sigh, living in a family like that, her values ​​are probably really messed up.

"The key is time."