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

Ying Sheng scratched his head in distress: "If I were given to Maru or something, wouldn't that be even worse? I would definitely be severely tortured, like having all my ribs broken."

Inspector Megure, looking indignant, pointed to the ground and said, "Don't you even know what you've done..."

Huh?

Inspector Megure suddenly felt something was off. He had only meant to extend his right hand, so why was his left hand being pulled over as well?

His large head was filled with confusion.

"Inspector Megure, get out of the way!"

Even his own younger brother's words took Inspector Megure quite a while to process.

boom--

Time seemed to slow down suddenly. Megure could clearly see his younger brother Kudo's revolver spitting fire as a brass bullet flew out.

Pfft——! ! !

The bullet left a clear trail in the air, easily piercing the skin and tearing flesh.

"Oh no, Detective, you've committed murder!"

A mocking voice came from behind him, and Megure Juzo wondered in a daze if he had been shot.

clang--

clang clang clang clang...

The bullet casing fell to the floor with a crisp sound, and the flow of time returned to normal.

Megure quickly patted his chest, finding no pain or blood, and breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately crouched down to avoid further fighting, only to belatedly realize that his hands were handcuffed together. How strange, why?

"Don't move, Detective."

Upon hearing this, Inspector Megure looked up blankly and saw Hotaru raising his right hand, holding a familiar police revolver, aiming at Shinichi Kudo.

hiss--

That gun, it's his!

Shinichi Kudo's expression turned serious: "Were you just trying to distract us with what you just said?"

"if not?"

Ying Sheng suddenly realized that the famous detective seemed quite naive in many ways.

"Anyway, that's settled." Ying Sheng looked at the shield that had just been used on the ground and raised his chin. "There were three people in total. You've already taken care of two. How about you do me a favor and take care of the last one while you're at it? I'll pay you."

boom!

Taking advantage of Hotaru's distraction, Shinichi Kudo decisively fired his gun.

Ying Sheng tilted his head slightly, and the bullet grazed his ear. This was a flaw he deliberately revealed; the naive detective's intention to attack was far too obvious.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and without even looking at the result, Ying Sheng turned and ran towards the window. Another gunshot rang out behind him, and then... click, out of bullets.

"Give it to you."

Hotaru turned around and threw the Inspector Megure pistol back. Shinichi Kudo gritted his teeth, and the gunshot rang out again.

Click! ! !

Ying Sheng burst through the glass and, amidst the friendly gunshots of farewell, plunged into the moonlight.

Countless glistening droplets fell like rain onto the street. By the time Shinichi Kudo rushed over, the figure had already vanished, leaving only a playful voice drifting through the air:

"Goodbye forever, Detective."

Shinichi Kudo gritted his teeth: "Bastard!"

boom!

Gunshots rang out again on the third floor; tonight is destined to be filled with commotion.

"It's Harada Taro! Don't let him get away!"

Chapter 112 Xiaolan's Transformation

"Xiao Lan, where are you now?"

Hotaru found a bar that could be found anywhere in Kabukicho, cleaned his face in the restroom, took a look at the human skin mask, rubbed it, put it in his pocket, and asked.

"Has Suigetsu-kun already left Shinichi and the others? I'm in the fruit shop across from the bakery's back door," Ran replied through the earpiece.

"Yes, after Kudo and the others confirmed it was just a misunderstanding, they let me go. Everyone here is very easy to talk to." Hotaru casually took a glass of wine from the waiter, raised it towards the glamorous woman in the direction he was pointing, and downed it in one gulp.

"Well, can you hear my singing?"

"I heard it, and there were women screaming, more than one." Xiaolan scoffed. "Do you want me to go back alone, you playboy? Who was it that said they would never deceive anyone's feelings again?"

"Before discussing this issue, we first need to define what it means to deceive someone's feelings."

"I can't argue with you on this, but at least for today, let's not."

"why?"

"If we're going to drink to celebrate the success of the operation, shouldn't we be drinking with your comrades, which is me?"

Ying Sheng, who was walking towards the hot girl, paused. Under her questioning gaze, he nodded apologetically to her, pulled over a passing waiter, raised a glass with her from afar, paid for her current expenses, and then turned and left the bar.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Taking a deep breath of the not-so-fresh nighttime air, Ying Sheng asked with a smile.

He chose a relatively secluded direction and walked away, leaving the noise and chaos behind.

"I heard you, it's my honor."

Xiao Lan's gentle voice carried a faint smile.

"It's too late today, and this operation started rather anticlimactic. The police are still busy, so there's no need for a celebratory drink. Let me take you home."

"Okay, where are you? I'll come find you."

"No need, just pick out some fruit there and deliver it to Mr. Mori on your way."

"It's too late now, he'll talk about it if we go there."

"Have you forgotten that he's receiving treatment right now? Even if he's not asleep, he's probably still dizzy. If you just leave him there, he won't even know where the fruit came from the next day."

"That's true, but does that kind of treatment really work?"

"Let's give it a try. If it works, great; if not, it's fine too. Just consider it as getting revenge on Mr. Mori, as you said." Hotaru smiled. "But this level of effort is far from enough. What do you think about my suggestion to have Miss Towako go to the hospital to take care of him personally?"

"No matter how you look at it, it's still too strange."

"I'm not trying to find you a stepmother, I just want to desensitize Mr. Mori to beauty. If Ms. Towako isn't suitable, we can find someone else."

"No, that's not what I meant at all."

"Oh, I see. You're being prejudiced against professionals. May I ask, Mr. Mori, after all these years in nightclubs, have you really only ever been drinking and never had any sexual encounters?"

"..."

Xiaolan was speechless: "Are you sure you want to discuss this with me? Anyway, that's what Dad said. He said he would never let Mom down."

"Wow, what an outrageous reason."

While chatting casually, Ying Sheng passed by Biyuanfang and saw a group of people whispering to each other at the entrance. He quickly went over to see what was going on.

"I won't do it again! I'll never do it again!"

A middle-aged woman, disheveled, was lying on the ground wailing. Her voice was quite shrill. Beneath her was a mixture of various kinds of liquor. Around her, various wine glasses and bottles were scattered all over the ground, along with many shards of glass, some of which were clearly stained with blood.

It's Nami Cedar!

Hotaru quickly opened his communication with Kiyoko, and finally caught up with Yukimatsu Nami's next sentence:

"Please, please let me go! I don't want a single penny of that 500 million; you can have it all!"

[Love +1]

Ying Sheng smiled silently. Qingzi's love is overflowing today. The moonlight is so beautiful.

"Calm down, no one wants to hurt you!"

Beside Yukimatsu Nami, Inspector Megure's face was ashen. After calling out to Yukimatsu Nami on the ground, he looked up at the crowd of onlookers outside. Seeing that some people were even filming with their phones, his face darkened further: "Chiba! Close the door!"

Bang!

The door was slammed shut.

Bang! ! !

The next second, the heavy glass door shattered with a loud crash.

Chiba Kazunobu stood frozen in place, holding a doorknob in his hand, hissing—

It couldn't be because of him!

Ying Sheng looked up at the sky. Yes, it's all your fault. Why did you have to disturb people watching the show?

pity.

The actors on stage were losing their spirits, and even with the expectant eyes of the onlookers, the trembling Yukimatsu Nami could only keep begging the police for mercy.

While this is enough to illustrate some points, it's not very intuitive. Even after Yukimatsu Nami was lifted into a police car by two officers, no major revelations were revealed.

This greatly disappointed the passersby and Ying Sheng.

"What do you think?"

Ying Sheng walked a distance away and asked the air.

Xiaolan sighed softly through the left earpiece: "Poor Xuesong, her mother is like this... Sigh, gambling really does harm people. I must give my father a good talking-to."

In the right earpiece, Qingzi smiled and said, "Not bad, but it's a pity that it's only one day, which is a bit too short."

Ying Sheng sighed softly, "There will be an opportunity."

"Ah."