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

The rock music that warmed up the crowd grew louder and louder, and the atmosphere in the venue was already heated. Masked figures rubbed against each other, strangers to one another, yet they were talking louder than the rock music.

A certain fervor permeated the air, and the various desires that had driven them here had now manifested as a kind of illusion, enveloping everyone present.

Xiao Lan followed Ying Sheng, walking along the very edge of the venue. She glanced back at the bustling atmosphere, her eardrums vibrating, her eyes filled with a sense of bewilderment:

"Why are they like this?"

“It’s simple, because they’re all idiots,” Ying Sheng said without turning his head.

"idiot?"

Chapter 99 Unexpected Events

“Real smart people don’t come here. This place only attracts some self-important guys. Once excitement and fanaticism take over, reason will fade away. Besides, there’s a bit of oxygen deprivation here, so physically, their brains aren’t working very well.”

Ying Sheng turned to look at Xiao Lan:

"I actually wanted you to see more, but I was worried about polluting your eyes. Anyway, remember this dirty quagmire and always remind yourself not to fall in."

The venue was noisy, but Xiaolan suddenly felt a sense of tranquility. She turned to look at Yingsheng, because they had never felt out of place here.

“Absolutely not,” she said.

"That's good." Ying Sheng smiled and continued walking out. "I'm sorry to have made you come all this way for nothing, and it ended up with such a boring ending."

Xiaolan shook her head; "Shuiyue-jun mainly wants to teach me, right? I've already learned so much tonight."

She suddenly recalled the scene with her mother that afternoon, and there was no intense emotional outburst; everything was as expected.

For some inexplicable reason, she had a thought: "Is this the essence of life?"

"what?"

"Making plans and achieving goals doesn't require passion or excitement; rationality is the answer to everything."

"hiss--!!!"

Ying Sheng suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with panic: "Oh no, have I tried to force things to grow too fast? Xiao Lan, wake up, cheer up, don't mess this up!"

"..."

Xiaolan was speechless: "But isn't that exactly what Shuiyue-jun did? Everything was within your expectations."

"I really don't know where you get this confidence from. I just have the advantage in intelligence and the initiative. If anything happens that is beyond my expectations, then it will depend on your passion and enthusiasm, Xiaolan."

"...Oh, is that kind of thing possible?"

"Who knows."

"So how did you know the police were coming?"

"It's okay to be wrong if I'm half guessing and half guessing."

Actually, it was someone from the Sumiyoshi-kai who reported it.

As they climbed the stairs, the narrow passageway came into view of the iron gate they had come from, half-closed. The two unconscious Yakuzas on the ground were nowhere to be seen, but no one had come to replace them.

Ying Sheng stopped in his tracks and looked back. The old staircase was dimly lit, and the loud, enthusiastic singing from the venue drifted in from afar, hazy and indistinct, just like what one hears when leaving a noisy KTV room after getting drunk and suddenly looking up at oneself in the mirror.

He suddenly said, "Xiao Lan, don't you think this is a perfect place to ambush people?"

Xiaolan tensed slightly, glancing warily at the stairs she had just passed: "The space here is cramped, making it difficult to maneuver properly; it's indeed very suitable..."

"No, no, no, in this kind of straight passage, if we use firearms, we'll be sitting ducks."

"firearms?!"

"Relax, this is just a random thought. And firearms... well, although we can't handle them 99% of the time, if the enemy is just carrying a small pistol, we might be able to dodge them."

"Dodge bullets?"

Xiaolan asked doubtfully, "Is this really possible?"

"It depends on the situation. Most of the time it probably won't work. But if you've already seen the enemy pulling the trigger towards you, then you might be able to judge the bullet's direction by focusing all your attention on it. You can't outrun the bullet's rate of fire, but you can always outrun a person."

"...That sounds a bit unbelievable."

“I think so too, but these things happen all the time, which is really strange. By the way, I think there must be a very important factor: to avoid targets wearing bulletproof vests, gunmen always habitually aim at the head. Head targets are smaller, more agile, and the angle of view is just right, so maybe that's how they can dodge.”

"So what should be the correct approach?"

"Logically, it should be two shots to the chest and one shot to the head, but considering the body armor, if we shoot the torso twice first, we might get killed by the enemy. So I don't know, we should make our own decisions on the spot and not be rigid."

"..."

After saying some strange things, Xiaolan was no longer as nervous as before, and looked at the tightly closed iron gate at the front of the passage:

"Is Shuiyue-kun just explaining something to me, or has he actually discovered something?"

"I haven't found anything specific, but I'm a little curious. Where did the Muddy Society members go? Even if they're useless and don't want to lose face, they should at least have two people watching over this place. It's so empty, it's too strange."

"Maybe he's outside?" Xiao Lan guessed.

Ying Sheng shook his head, looked around, picked up half a gray brick from the side of the stairs, tossed it, and it hit the door frame, causing the iron door to sway and open outwards.

The alleyway outside came into view; the moonlight was dim, and it was completely silent, without a single person in sight.

"That doesn't make sense."

Ying Sheng asked curiously, "If the Muddy Can Society is going to give up on this entrance, they should at least lock it up, right? Just ignore it or something... Hmm, could it be that the Muddy Can Society has completely given up?" He listened carefully and could faintly hear the host's voice in the venue.

"It seems not."

"Could it be because Shuiyue-kun used a signal jammer? How could Nizan not know the situation here?"

"Wouldn't they have come to check it out even more then? To be honest, I used that to stir up trouble, to create some atmosphere here, and to pave the way for something later. But nothing happened, and it's still the same here."

"So those two have woken up?" Xiaolan looked at her right side, somewhat uncertainly, and said, "I have no experience and don't know how long they can stay unconscious."

"It seems like this is the only possibility."

Ying Sheng imagined: "Someone came to check on the two of them and found that they were fine; or one of them went back to report what happened here and then came back to continue guarding; but the two of them, I don't know if they were scared or what, secretly slipped away."

Xiaolan sighed, "Hearing this, it really is strange. Could it be that something unexpected happened that Shuiyue-jun didn't expect?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm just overthinking it."

Ying Sheng turned around and walked back towards the venue: "To be on the safe side, let's wait for the police to arrive and then follow the main group. If our true identities are discovered... well, just say we saw a lot of people wearing masks coming over here and thought it was a masquerade ball."

Xiao Lan sighed and said, "No one will believe that, will they?"

"So we still need to run faster. There must be other doors here. We'll go in and look for them. We'll give up on this one for now; it's risky."

"Oh……"

Wow! ! !

The moment Xiaolan pushed open the door, she vaguely saw waves rushing towards her. Even though the venue was pitch black and silent, with only one lamp illuminating the stage, the suppressed fervor clearly filled every corner of the air.

A man in a well-tailored black suit stood under the lights and loudly announced to the subdued crowd:

"Next up is our first item for auction: a slave girl!"

"!!!"

Ying Sheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Chapter 100 Vermouth's Plot!

Ying Sheng remembers the man on the stage.

He was one of the people Xiaolan had knocked unconscious before.

But that's not the key point. The key point is that the negotiations between Yukimatsu Kiyoko, her cougar and the Muddy Cang Society, ultimately resulted in her being the grand finale, didn't they?

The police should have arrived by then.

However, now she is about to be presented as the first item to be auctioned, like a commodity, which is undoubtedly an unexpected turn of events.

A strange thought inexplicably flashed through Ying Sheng's mind: a slave girl...

Will Kiyoko be locked in a cage and pushed out?

The next thought was:

The plan went awry to this extent, yet Kiyoko didn't even try to kill him?

On the high platform of the auction house, the red curtain behind the host was slowly rising, and a huge iron cage, about two meters wide, and the hem of a snow-white skirt could be vaguely seen.

Ying Sheng took a deep breath:

"Alice, something unexpected has happened. We can't wait for the police to arrive. Take down all the members of the Muddy Society and those who attacked you. Can you do that?"

Xiao Lan's eyes sharpened, and she nodded emphatically: "I will do my best!"

Ying Sheng smiled softly, and the next second, his figure completely blended into the darkness.

boom!

A dull gunshot sounded.

The only light in the venue vanished instantly, bang!!! The shattered glass lampshade fell onto the platform, and after a brief, deathly silence, "Ah!!!" countless screams erupted, forming a symphony even more frenzied than the previous rock music.

Stupidity and fear are not limited to men or women.

The panicked crowd stumbled about like startled sheep. Even though the darkness lasted only a short time, several high-pitched screams rang out for no apparent reason.

bang——

The stark white light, almost tangible, pierced the darkness, and the ring lights that lit up around the top of the venue instantly made it as bright as day.

The terrified crowd seemed frozen in place by the light, momentarily stunned. But before any other thoughts could fill the void in their minds, a Yakuza figure, screaming and flying backward, filled their entire field of vision.

Bang! ! !

That was... Yakuza, hanging on the wall like an oil painting?

pat-

It slowly fell.