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

"You're not trying to pull this 'gender equality' thing, are you?!"

"That could perhaps be considered one aspect as well."

"But the most crucial thing is your deception!"

“I have never promised them anything, and I have told them bluntly more than once that if I do not feel loved, I will leave.”

"Heh...hehehehe..."

Xiaolan was so angry she laughed.

"Do you even know what love is? How can you expect to get genuine feedback when you try to connect with someone's heart with such carefully crafted, fake affection? And how could your gods possibly approve of that!"

"!!What?"

"Your gods will not approve of you!"

"!!!!!!"

Like an electric shock, the numbness went straight from my scalp to my feet.

Xiao Lan's words pierced Ying Sheng's heart like a sharp blade, making him shudder.

Hey, hey, is it really that serious?!

Does the system's determination of affection involve a parameter related to the individual?! That's ridiculous! There's no way that could possibly be done!

Qingzi...

Did he ever have feelings for Kiyoko?

No, no, no, there's no reason.

What exactly is going on? !

Ying Sheng supported himself on the table with one hand, sitting relatively steadily without saying a word, his eyes closed, his mind racing with various thoughts, and the panel appeared in his mind.

【Love: 2】

[Killing Intent: 21 (Ability 1: Berserk)]

[Remaining lifespan: 1 days]

Since love is listed alongside murderous intent, their methods of acquisition must have something in common.

Think about it carefully: when those people harbored murderous intent towards him, did he also have the thought of killing them? The target is too broad and difficult to analyze, so let's take the only person who survived after harboring murderous intent towards him as the target.

Gin.

Did he ever think about killing this person?

Oops!

Oh no!

The answer is definitely yes!

Since the other party has already harbored murderous intent towards him, why not seize the opportunity to eliminate them completely? Why let them live?!

Ruined……

If love truly requires such a prerequisite, then his death is not far off.

Kiyoko... Kiyoko...

Is she special?

No, perhaps it's just that he needs to show a certain authenticity so that the other person's heart isn't drawn to an illusion?

Or perhaps he should learn hypnosis?

If we can hypnotize ourselves into believing that we've truly fallen in love with someone else, then perhaps it will work.

“Mizuki-kun? You…”

"nothing."

Xiao Lan's voice sounded somewhat worried, but Ying Sheng interrupted her with a smile without hesitation. He opened his eyes, which were calm, and his body had already relaxed.

"Can you go?"

"Okay, are you... alright?"

"I was just a little stunned by your wake-up call, but thinking about it carefully, it's not a big deal." Ying Sheng smiled and raised her hand to beckon the waiter over to settle the bill. "Besides, I still think I did nothing wrong, and I don't owe them anything."

"Ugh……"

After her extreme anger subsided, Xiaolan felt somewhat down and simply shook her head.

"You are beyond help."

"I'm just a hopeless guy. If I feel disgusted, I'll just go home. That way, I can let loose and vent my frustrations later."

"vent?"

"Of course I have all sorts of frustrations, but I just hide them very well."

The waiter came over, and before he could say anything, Ying Sheng handed him a bank card.

"Double the amount as an apology for our arguing."

The waiter nodded and walked away. A short while later, the quiet piano music in the restaurant suddenly changed.

The melodious tune flows gently like a clear spring, ripples under the crystal chandelier, and then suddenly reaches a climax, the tune is soaring, and every leaping note seems to be shimmering with light, tracing a dazzling trail of light in the air.

Xiaolan and Yingsheng sat there quietly, listening to the peaceful beauty.

A moment later, as the music came to an end, a waiter dressed in a British style walked slowly over carrying a small round tray. On the tray were two slender stemmed glasses, with pale yellow wine gently swirling on the sides of the glasses, still bubbling a few times.

Ying Sheng took a wine glass and raised it high.

"Für Elise." (Piano piece title)

Xiao Lan sighed slightly, picked up another one, and touched it.

"To my scumbag companion."

clang--

The wine glasses clinked gently.

The two exchanged a smile, withdrew their drinks, and downed them in one gulp.

Pick up the helmet, leave the restaurant, and next up are Knight Ying Sheng and Knight Lan.

"You shouldn't do that kind of thing anymore."

The motorcycle moved nimbly through the traffic like a fish, the wind whistling, Xiaolan advised.

“Never again,” Ying Sheng said.

Do you really need love?

"I don't crave it too much, but without it, I would wither and die."

"Are you serious?"

"It's true."

After a long silence, Xiaolan finally raised her hands, which were supporting her on the back of the motorcycle, and slowly wrapped them around Yingsheng's waist.

"can I help you?"

She leaned on Ying Sheng's back and whispered.

Chapter 30 Dangerous Curiosity, Xiaolan Breaks Taboo

Feeling the warmth behind him, Ying Sheng smiled gently.

"There's no need to do that; it's impossible."

Xiaolan didn't respond, but gently rested her head on his back. She couldn't get a tight fit because the helmet was in the way. She pulled her left hand away, wanting to…

Being held down.

"I have bulletproof inserts in my back, and I can't hear my heartbeat when I take off my helmet."

So, he increased the force slightly with his arms around his waist.

Ying Sheng withdrew his hand and gently pushed the handlebars. The already severely speeding motorcycle roared even louder, almost flying close to the ground. The surrounding neon lights stretched into two hazy curtains of light, separating them from all the complexities of the world.

The fierce wind was imperceptible beneath the helmet visor, but the lake-blue eyes were clearly rippling slightly.

Xiaolan could no longer see the world around her. The continuous honking of cars was distorted into an unreal, long melody, and there seemed to be several police sirens as well.

For some reason, the world seemed to have suddenly shrunk.

Only the two of them remained.

The passage of time has become strange; in what seems like only a brief moment, the world gradually becomes clearer and eventually transforms into a tangible reality.

The motorcycle slowly drove into a dark alley, turned off the engine, and stopped.

"Here we are."

There was no response from behind for a long time. Ying Sheng raised his hand and covered Xiao Lan's hand with his, and smiled gently.

"I hope it's not frozen stiff. Sorry, I forgot to buy gloves."

The pressure on her waist increased slightly, and even through several layers, the girl's warmth could still be clearly felt.

"You really don't feel anything?" Xiaolan's voice was muffled through the helmet.

"Almost there," Ying Sheng said with a smile.

Xiaolan remained silent for a long time.

"Feel sorry."

"This has nothing to do with you."

“Sonoko was making a lot of noise this afternoon; it wasn’t just the two of us who heard it. It’s all because of me that you started interacting with other girls at school afterwards…”

"It won't have a big impact."