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

Gin's eyes flashed with amusement: "Does the intelligence team have Vermouth's psychological analysis report?"

"It should be there, but I can't see it, brother..."

"I can't see it either. Vermouth is that man's woman. When is she going back to Japan?"

"Um... Dude, did you ask the wrong person?"

"...What were the results of Shirley's study of that blood sample?"

"Today's latest report yielded no results; she said he was just an ordinary natural person."

"How did Shuiyue Yingsheng perform?"

Vodka glanced at the gap under the crowbar, which had only widened by a tiny bit, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"He's definitely not a normal person!"

"Then it's clear. I think Vermouth should be back soon. Vodka, if you can't pry it open, take the safe with you."

"...Brother, give me two more minutes."

"Heh, the organization found some information at Shuiyue's house and plans to restart drug modification experiments. Should we..."

"One minute! Bro! It's about to start!"

Gin smiled slightly, exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke, and looked out the car window at the clear night sky, enjoying this rare moment of relaxation.

He sent Vodka alone to clean up the mess, intending to assume that at least one of Shuiyue Yingsheng's accomplices was still lurking outside, in case someone from the Muddy Society jumped off the building to escape.

As it turned out, someone did jump from the fourth floor, climbed onto the street, and flagged down a taxi, but Gin didn't see anyone else approach until it disappeared at the end of the road.

He thought: It seems that Shuiyue Yingsheng really doesn't care at all about these people escaping.

What a reckless guy.

What an interesting guy.

Five minutes later, a siren approached the loan shark office building, followed by a relatively minor firefight.

Ten minutes later, looking anxious, Vodka returned to the Porsche 356A parked under the streetlight, carrying a large package about one and a half feet square.

Gin sneered and started the car.

“Send an email to Sherry…”

"Big brother!"

Vodka looked utterly desperate: "Please give me another chance, I... I'm a brainy type!"

Gin's lips twitched slightly: "I'm asking you to tell Sherry that she can go out to see her sister tomorrow, and that the person protecting her is Mizuki Hotaru. She needs to observe this experimental subject closely and incorporate the feedback into her research."

amount……

It turns out to be this.

Vodka patted his pounding heart and nodded vigorously: "No problem, bro!"

"..."

Gin slammed on the brakes, pushed open the car door, and got out with a cold face. Before he could say anything, Vodka also quickly got out of the car, ran to the front, and climbed into the driver's seat.

"Big brother, where are we going?" Vodka asked obediently.

"..."

Gin silently pulled out a cigarette, pondering whether he should get a new underling.

laugh--

A small flame lit up, and Vodka leaned over, holding the match in both hands, his face full of good-naturedness.

Tsk, oh well, being a driver isn't so bad.

Gin lit a cigarette, took two leisurely puffs, opened the trunk with the cigarette still in his mouth, reached his hands into the gap of the deformed safe, and whoosh—suddenly exerted force!

Crunch!

The heavy metal groaned under the strain, and in less than a second, bang! The safe's hinge snapped open!

"Gulu——"

Vodka swallowed hard, whether it was the person who kicked the safe until it was about to collapse, or his older brother who delivered the final blow.

They're not even human!

Gin opened two wooden boxes. One box contained several small gold bars, and the other contained a U.S. passport belonging to Tatsumi Miyakuchi, disguised as a person. He then looked through the stack of documents, which were all important contracts with loan amounts exceeding 20 million.

The highest price was 40 million, and the name was Daiki Nomura.

Of course, this is just the principal. If you include interest... Gin did some mental calculations for a few seconds, slapped a stack of documents onto Vodka's chest, and walked back to the driver's seat.

"Brainpower-oriented cadres, your work has begun."

Vodka pressed down on the document, then turned his head blankly: "Brother, aren't we going to hand it in?"

"I'm planning to hire a new driver; I'm short on money."

Vodka shuddered, immediately pulled a laptop from the trunk, and climbed into the back seat.

"Big brother, I'm staying up all night!"

"Heh, use this money to build up more peripheral forces. What happened tonight will not be a one-off event."

Vodka suddenly realized that with Shuiyue Yingsheng's terrible personality, she would probably call them again to try and clear their name one day. They needed to have enough scapegoats.

Such a highly profitable business cannot be allowed to be shut down.

On the other hand, Hotaru had the same idea.

But while the matter at the winery has temporarily come to an end, and he can now go to the creditors to collect his debts according to the list, he still has another loose end to clean up.

A tail that should have been completely unrelated.

Of course, before that, he had to take Miss Alice, who had accidentally fallen down the rabbit hole, home.

Has your heartbeat calmed down?

On the speeding motorcycle, Ying Sheng tilted his head and asked with a smile.

Xiao Lan tightly hugged Ying Sheng's waist, turned her head to look at the dazzling night view under the overpass, and her eyes seemed to be tinged with a dreamlike haze.

"It feels so unreal."

"Indeed, I have hidden a lot from you."

"for example?"

I'm sorry, I can't tell you.

"Hey, is this one of your little tricks? Deliberately creating an air of mystery or something."

"Haha, so did you get infected?"

"Hmm...it will be soon."

Chapter 34 Cruelty Beneath the Warmth of Night

After escorting Ran back to the intersection they had come from, Ying Sheng glanced at the three-story building of the Mouri Detective Agency; the windows were still completely dark.

"Goodnight, remember to destroy this outfit." Ying Sheng patted the back of his hand on his waist and chuckled.

"Huh... so fast?"

Xiao Lan let go of her hand, looked up and glanced around, her tone inexplicably carrying a sense of waking from a dream.

Ying Sheng smiled and said, "It's best not to say such dangerous things."

"Um……"

Xiao Lan jumped off the car, walked to the front, raised her helmet visor, and winked at Ying Sheng.

"Would you like to come to my house for a visit, Mr. Shuiyue?"

"puff--"

Ying Sheng couldn't help but chuckle, and put down the motorcycle kickstand. "Okay, I'm actually a little thirsty."

"Hum~"

Xiaolan crossed her arms and smirked, "So eager to go to a girl's house, what a scumbag."

"Ya Bai, we've been caught in a sting operation."

Ying Sheng raised his hands in surrender and laughed, "Actually, I had thought about taking you shopping for clothes before, as compensation. The reason is legitimate. Would you agree?"

Xiaolan thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, somewhat uncertainly, "I think...maybe."

"Now that we're in the shopping street, would you be okay with ordering some snacks and buying a milk tea?"

"Hmm...probably."

"It's already 10:30. To avoid indigestion at night, it's time to take a leisurely walk in the streets."

"That is indeed reasonable."

"In that case, time will slip away into the ambiguous midnight before you know it."

"Ah?"

Suddenly, the true intentions were revealed. Xiaolan mentally reviewed the situation, then immediately leaned back, her eyes full of disdain.

"You're a bit too skilled, aren't you?"

"Haha, it's just theory, don't be afraid."

Hotaru pushed off with his heels and started the engine again. "See you later, my senior and companion."

The motorcycle only started accelerating after leaving the street. Watching Ying Sheng's figure disappear around the street corner, Xiao Lan stood there for a few seconds, looking at the empty street corner, shook her head and smiled, then turned around and walked home.

The house was exactly the same as when she left, but perhaps because the night was getting deeper, the lights in the room seemed warmer, and the room no longer felt so empty.

Anyway, I should go take a shower first; the day is over.

Oh, and the phone messages too.