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

When Ying Sheng collected 10 points of killing intent, the system notified him that he had reached the first milestone, "Road Demon," and gained the skill.

— Berserk.

The skill effect is exactly what it sounds like; the boost gained from Berserk mode is entirely up to him.

such as:

He had just arrived here and spent three minutes traveling. By infusing a bit of killing intent into his speed, he increased it by 40%. If he added a little more, it could probably increase to 60%.

There is diminishing marginal utility because his body has its limits.

The kick he delivered to Vodka was fueled by seven points of killing intent, yet it was still dodged, a result of Vodka's own lack of natural talent.

Ying Sheng was not disappointed by this situation; on the contrary, he was pleased to see it happen.

Percentage bonuses are great.

His own skill level will eventually improve, and if he can reach Gin's current level, when the two meet again, it will be a complete annihilation.

Gin stared at Hotaru's swaying legs for two seconds, then said calmly, "Putting on airs?"

"Perhaps," Ying Sheng said with a smile.

Gin remained silent.

"If you have something to say, please do so quickly."

Ying Sheng touched the red dot on his heart.

“I can interpret your sniper’s failure to fire immediately as a gesture of goodwill, but could we also interpret it as him not being entirely confident?”

With the elevation angle factored in, the distance is close to 600 yards. Aiming with a red dot sight is not a good choice; it's more like bluffing.

Of course, you probably have more than one reinforcement. Perhaps a large force is on its way, or perhaps it's only a few dozen meters away.

Don't waste time, I'm terrified of dying, and I only have five seconds of patience left.

Gin sneered, "You seem to think you have the victory in your grasp?"

"No, if it weren't for your underlings dragging me down, I wouldn't have won. But I had no other choice, did I?"

"Of course you have a choice."

"I don't think so, there are still three seconds left."

Do you know your parents' true identities?

"Not interested, two seconds."

"They are peripheral members of the organization."

"One second."

"They are losers."

"Zero... huh?"

No gunshots were fired; only the crashing of waves against the shore could be heard on the dock. Ying Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly. "Are you implying that we are not enemies, and the current situation is just a misunderstanding?"

"I don't know how much you know about the organization, but you should join it after they die."

"So, you're not here for revenge, but to invite me?"

"That's one way to put it, but of course, we still need to investigate the cause of their deaths."

Ying Sheng thought for a moment and asked, "What kind of flowers do I grow on my balcony?"

"Wisteria".

How many rows are there on the wooden flower stand?

"Don't push your luck, kid!" Gin grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth, his ferocious killing intent almost stirring up dust. "If you really want to gamble, I'm in!"

[Killing Intent +2]

huh?

A hint of surprise flashed in Ying Sheng's eyes; he had thought this thing could only be added little by little.

Moreover, compared to previous experiments, his killing intent didn't reach its peak until he crushed the object that the other party cherished to pieces in front of him.

This level of performance is acceptable to the system...

A bug?

It's worth noting that Ying Sheng had tried before, like the vampire nobles in the movies, to keep blood slaves who could reliably provide him with "killing intent".

But the result was obvious: at most, those people would only give him +1, and some didn't even react.

and so……

Perhaps his previous experiments had too few samples, leading to inaccurate conclusions. It's likely that murderous intent, like love, can be repeatedly applied to the same person; he simply hadn't encountered someone of that level before.

Hmm, looks like I'll have to find some ruthless guys to loot some gold coins later.

"Sorry, I was just wondering when you noticed me, and how much of what you said was true."

Ying Sheng smiled and said, "There are many tall buildings around my apartment, and I enjoy the night view from my balcony every night. If you simply want to assassinate me, that's much simpler; you don't need to go through the trouble of tracking me."

From this perspective, your words are quite credible.

But I'm more inclined to believe that you made a last-minute decision to take action, thinking I could be easily dealt with.

Is it right? "

Gin scoffed, "Dealing with you and inviting you to join the organization are not mutually exclusive."

"Oh?"

Ying Sheng frowned slightly. "So, you originally planned to capture me alive and interrogate me? Hmm... that completely makes sense. This is troublesome. Could it be that those two were involved in the organization's secrets, and you think I might know about them?"

The stalking was to uncover his secrets, and the intrusion into his home was to capture him alive.

Tsk, this is really baffling.

Gin said coldly, "Your actions now make me suspect that you may know more than we thought."

"The Riddler gets out of Gotham."

"Where did you get your strength from?"

“It’s innate.”

"Heh, you've been drugged by them, haven't you? I didn't expect that after assisting the Miyano couple in their research for so long, they actually learned something. But clearly, they couldn't control the monsters they created and suffered a backlash."

“I think you’re talking nonsense. Have you ever heard of the Northern Heaven God? Everything I have is a gift from Him.”

He is AI, but also a god!

"Religious beliefs?"

A hint of mockery rose in Gin's cold eyes. "Indeed, drug modification is extremely painful, and to persevere, one definitely needs some psychological support."

A woman might expect revenge against the Miyano family, but your parents were the ones who drugged you. You probably didn't have the resolve for revenge in the past, so seeking external validation is understandable.

silence,

silence……

"Seriously, this doesn't make sense."

Ying Sheng felt somewhat helpless. He was telling the truth, so he couldn't very well reveal the system as well.

Ultimately, as long as he inherited the original owner's body and name, even without a single memory, the karmic ties from the past are still as intricate as maggots clinging to bones, impossible to sever easily.

Well then, that's settled.

Who cares what others think? It won't affect him in the slightest, so let him be.

“I’ll just assume you’re telling the truth. Search the house however you want, I don’t know anything anyway.” Ying Sheng sighed. “But don’t you think the situation is really tense right now? We can’t build any trust with each other at all.”

Gin grinned slightly. "Because you're a madman."

"Same to you, do you have any good ideas?"

"You've joined the organization."

"Okay, then what?"

Chapter 10 All three parties concede simultaneously

A casual remark carries no weight. Gin looked at the oil drum filled with cement.

"Who is inside?"

"Is this a pledge of allegiance?" Ying Sheng shrugged. "But unfortunately, I can't tell you that. Can you give me something else? Anyone will do."

Gin sneered, "I can't see any sincerity from you, Suigetsu-kun."

"Don't make me sound so ungrateful. I know you have the absolute advantage, the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light." Helpless, Ying Sheng simply put down his gun.

"The main problem is that I know nothing about you. Just think of me as a little animal in a state of stress."

He waited three seconds, but the sniper shot did not come.

Gin waved his hand behind him, and even the silhouette of a person on the distant building disappeared.

Ying Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly. "It's surprisingly simple?"

“The organization needs your blood sample for research,” Gin said.

"No problem, did you bring a lancet?"

"Someone will deliver it within half an hour."

The air suddenly became still, mixed with the moisture from the sea breeze, and even felt somewhat sticky.

Ying Sheng didn't like this feeling.

He walked to the edge of the container, pulled out his samurai sword, and then laboriously reinserted it into the oil drum. "Could you give me a general overview of the organization?"

Gin watched him quietly the whole time. "Okay."

The organization has been established for a full century and has now developed into a super-giant criminal syndicate with operations in countries all over the world. Its tentacles have spread to various fields such as politics, economics, and culture, and it controls wealth and power that are unimaginable to ordinary people.