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

The female warrior slowly withdrew her foot, coldly surveying the venue, attempting to regain control of the situation.

The deafening screams made the air tremble, and the crowd grew increasingly frenzied.

Seeing this, the host on stage had a slight change in his expression. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he turned around and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Behind the fully raised curtain, the iron cage door was wide open, and the figure inside had vanished!

The host's eyes were filled with panic, but then his jaw clenched, and his whole body trembled with extreme anger and frustration.

His eyes were bloodshot. He glared fiercely at the female warrior who was looking for trouble in the audience, then turned and went backstage.

He wanted to vent!

Meanwhile, in a lounge, Ying Sheng gently placed the girl in the white dress in his arms onto the sofa. She held tightly to Ying Sheng's neck, unwilling to let go. Her pale lips were pressed together, and her clear eyes, trembling like those of a frightened fawn, were filled with tears.

Ying Sheng smiled gently: "It's alright. What's your name? Don't be afraid. I've already called the police. They'll be here soon and will take you home."

"No! I don't want to go home!"

The girl shook her head frantically, her eyes full of pleading: "My mother sold me here. I have no home anymore. Please take me away from here, please? Please."

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

Ying Sheng asked softly, "Where is your father?"

"died."

The girl's soft, boneless body trembled slightly, as if she was desperately seeking refuge due to immense fear. She pressed herself even closer to Ying Sheng, almost as if she wanted to melt her whole body into his.

Tears finally welled up in her eyes, and she spoke the truth in a choked voice:

"Dad was killed by Mom."

Ying Sheng's eyes sharpened, then he sighed softly, "Is there such a thing? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. Can you rest here for a while? I'll lock the door from the outside and won't let anyone in."

The girl shook her head immediately, clinging tightly to Ying Sheng, refusing to let go. Ying Sheng gently patted her back and whispered in her ear:

"Don't be afraid, I will take you away from here, but my comrade is still fighting hard outside, and I need to go back to help her."

"Then...then you should come back soon."

"Well, it will definitely happen."

"It's a deal. I... I don't want to be fooled again."

"That's a deal."

The girl finally released Ying Sheng slowly, and following his downward pull, she gently fell onto the wide sofa. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she gently tugged at Ying Sheng's clothes.

"I... my name is Kiyoko, Yukimatsu Kiyoko. How should I address you?"

Ying Sheng gently touched his mask and chuckled, "Of course it's Hannya, Kiyoko-kun. Wait for me here. I'll be back soon. Trust me, tomorrow will be better."

He gently pulled the hem of his shirt from her hand, turned and left, the door to the lounge closing behind him.

“I will always be here waiting for you, Mr. Prajna.”

The girl clasped her hands to her chest and prayed for him.

Ying Sheng smiled and closed the door.

clang!

Isolated from both inside and outside.

"Alice, retreat immediately. Go through that door; it's safe there." Once Ying Sheng was away from the door, he immediately sent a message to Xiao Lan, while simultaneously taking out his small signal jammer.

"There will be a communication interruption for a while, that's normal, don't worry. Wait for me at the clothing store, or if that doesn't work, go to the coffee shop, it'll be at most half an hour."

"understand!"

In a flash, Xiaolan calmly responded, paused, and added:

"Await your return."

But Ying Sheng didn't hear that. By the time Xiao Lan uttered her first syllable in response, he had already shut down the communication and turned the knob on the signal jammer.

The other invisible earpiece used to communicate with Qingzi suddenly emitted a buzzing noise. Ying Sheng infused five points of killing intent into his state, quickly moved to any passable location, and continuously adjusted the frequency band of the signal shielding.

Triangulation is a clumsy method.

But Kiyoko, the real Kiyoko, is most likely unconscious at this time and cannot be contacted. She also doesn't have a tracking device on her, so Hotaru has no other choice but to use this method.

Fortunately, this area is not very large.

Bang!

When he kicked open the door to a casino private room, pieces of dominoes fell to the ground, and what he saw in front of him was the host of the mud-filled party who had been on stage earlier, with his back to him.

The host suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot and his face full of anger.

Ying Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly. The footprint on this guy's chest must be Xiao Lan's.

He turned his head to look at the sofa next to him, feeling a slight sense of relief.

It was a great help.

Now there's only one question left.

Ying Sheng glanced at the host, whose hand was already at his waist, and smiled slightly:

"How do you want to die?"

Chapter 101 Will Vermouth be killed by Muzan?

The unidentified host is still alive.

Ying Sheng was quite curious about their identities and purposes, so she simply knocked him unconscious for now, planning to deal with him properly later.

Disguise is amazing!

If Hotaru hadn't known Kiyoko far beyond the average level, he probably would have been fooled by that humanoid creature whose gender, whether male or female, human or ghost, was unknown.

And now he has more important things to do.

Or rather, more interesting?

Kiyoko, still wearing her blue Teitan High School uniform, sat on the sofa next to him. Hotaru walked over, placed two fingers together on her carotid artery for two seconds, and then started pinching her philtrum.

A few seconds later, Kiyoko's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly woke up. Her eyes were rather empty, but they gradually became focused when she saw Hotaru's mask, and she smiled beautifully.

[Love +1]

This prompt surprised Ying Sheng, who asked curiously, "How could you recognize me at a glance?"

"That's exactly how I feel. After all, you are my moon, and the world becomes clearer."

Kiyoko Yukimatsu smiled gently, took Hotaru's outstretched hand, and weakly stood up. She wasn't physically injured, just a little dazed, but quickly recovered and looked at the black-suited host lying on the ground:

“I had already entered the iron cage backstage, waiting for my chance to appear. This is the person who came in. Mr. Ishida, who was guarding me, and several members of the Muddy Cannon Society were easily defeated by him. I did not resist and was knocked unconscious.”

Ying Sheng nodded: "Is there anything wrong with your body?"

No, what time is it now?

"10:06 PM".

"Only ten minutes have passed. Mr. Moon, you're really quick. Have you found anything yet?"

“Something really funny happened. You ran into the Six-Eared Macaque. If it weren’t for your honesty at Chiyoko’s house last time, I wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference at first. But when I noticed something suspicious and tested her, she immediately gave herself away, clearly only knowing the surface.”

"Huh? The Six-Eared Macaque? Seventy-two Transformations?"

Kiyoko's eyes were full of curiosity: "Does such a thing really exist? What is her purpose?"

"Who knows? I'm planning to test her and see how far she can go."

Ying Sheng rummaged around on the fallen host for a moment, then pulled out his phone and handed it to Qingzi:

"The two ghosts who called you, you are currently in a lounge, I don't know which one exactly, but the door can't be opened from the inside. You are very scared and desperately need someone to lean on and comfort you, and not just in words."

The dosage should be larger, even more so than what Mr. Tojo used, to prevent the Six-Eared Macaque from speaking.

Kiyoko nodded, took the phone, and sighed as if relieved for the two of them:

"They finally have a chance to get what they want today."

She glanced at the phone signal and added, "Your signal jammer isn't off yet."

Ying Sheng hoisted the man on his shoulder and walked into the restroom inside the private room: "Keep your voice down. He probably has a communication device on him. Don't let the Six-Eared Macaque hear you."

After closing the door, Ying Sheng turned off the signal jammer and continued searching the man.

There were some items, such as a Colt M1911, a small telescope, keys, and a mask, but none of them were identifying.

The communication device, like his own, was unoriginally placed in his ear canal. Ying Sheng had previously placed one in Xiao Lan's ear canal, and since he always carried small tweezers, he carefully removed it and placed it in his own ear canal.

He then reached out and carefully felt around the edge of the man's face, and sure enough, he found a slight abrupt change in his touch.

He guessed it must be a fake face, but didn't remove it.

After Qingzi finished her call, Yingsheng turned on the signal jamming again and threw the white cat mask he had found to Qingzi: "The police will be here soon. You should blend into the crowd and leave. I'll determine your exact location tonight after I see how things develop."

"Where's that person in the restroom? Do you need me to take them away?" Qingzi asked.

Ying Sheng glanced at her slender figure: "You can't possibly carry her out yourself, can you?"

"Hmm... there should be quite a lot of people in the venue, I think there will be one or two gentlemen."

"No need. You'd better not show yourself. Create some alibis and we'll see if we need them when the situation arises."

"clear."

After Qingzi left, Yingsheng wandered around the neighborhood and quickly spotted a man with a tattoo on his neck, probably a Yakuza. The man was running around like a headless fly, frantically pressing buttons on a candybar phone, looking anxious and almost throwing it away.

Ying Sheng quickly stepped forward: "The police are coming, buddy, can you do me a favor?"

The headless fly exclaimed in shock: "What?!"

Ying Sheng had said many times that the police were coming, and before they were always some distance away, but this time they were really close at hand.

As the kind-hearted Mr. Fly smoothed down the somewhat uncomfortable banknotes in his pocket and carried the nameless man with the mud-covered gangster's face out the back door, the deafening sirens almost shattered his eardrums.

Fortunately, the flashing, abnormally bright police lights on the street were still some distance away from him.