The man in Conan is the mastermind behind the scenes

The man in Conan is the mastermind behind the scenes

Author: Fourth Zen

Introduction:

[Sea King wants pure love + Ran, who considers herself a green tea, is definitely a good sister]

Cyber ​​Greedy descended on Conan and needed love and killing intent to survive, so he transformed into a firefly among flowers and absorbed love from the flowers; he transformed into Heisei Moriarty and absorbed killing intent, becoming the enemy of the famous detective for life.

Based on this, he gradually mastered the concepts of killing intent and love.

Ability obtained:

[Cannot be obtained! ]

[He transforms freely! ]

[Cannot escape the fate! ]

Chapter 1 Love, killing, life!

"Hey, Hotaru-kun."

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you to kill my father?"

The moonlight was like silk, gently covering the wisteria trellis. Under the trellis was a long rattan chair covered with a white blanket. The elegant-looking boy lay quietly on it, letting the crescent moon cast the shadow of the wisteria spike on his fair face.

"Why?" he asked.

On the balcony of the 26th floor, overlooking the neon lights of Tokyo at night, the delicate girl smiled gently.

"Because I love you."

[Love +1]

As if it was a game prompt, a flash of light flashed through his heart, and Yingsheng's lips slightly raised.

"I received your heart."

He saw more information as his mind moved slightly.

[Love: 2]

[Killing Intent: 27 (Ability 1 unlocked)]

[Remaining Lifespan: 3 Days]

Inexplicably traveling through a different world, with a built-in system, when Yingsheng solved the initial troubles and lay in a pool of blood to adjust his breathing, he thought that it would be a leisurely daily life afterwards.

As a result, the remaining lifespan column kept flashing, reminding him that there was only one day left.

How to increase it?

A little love, plus a little killing intent, equals one day.

It is easy to get someone else's killing intent. As long as you crush the person's most cherished things into the mud, even the weakest person will have the courage to draw a sword.

But love, especially the true love that can be recognized by the system and comes from the heart...

This really stumped Yingsheng.

In his previous life, he was born on an assembly line and grew up in a public nursing home. All the education he received was to become a better tool, and he had never had any form of intimate relationship.

It is not difficult for Yingsheng to deceive ignorant women with his appearance and acting skills, let them be devoted to him, and express their love.

But the system's judgment criteria are obviously not that simple.

That day in Kabukicho, Shinjuku, a young woman sold her house for him to open a champagne tower, but Yingsheng didn't love him at all.

When there was only one hour left in his life, Yingsheng's heart flickered with a rapid red light.

But he walked alone on the quiet streets in the early morning after the rain, and his mood calmed down inexplicably.

Failed.

There is nothing he can do about it.

I don't know where to go in the last hour, so let's go home first.

Although it was the original owner's home, and he didn't inherit any memories at all; although he stayed there for less than two hours, he didn't even clean up the scene properly.

Anyway, let's die together with those two people, so as not to cause trouble to the police later.

With this thought in mind, Yingsheng returned to the apartment, opened the door, and then saw a girl in a white dress squatting in the living room, mopping the floor carefully.

The girl's white and almost transparent skin was stained with a little blood, with a strange luster. She gently lifted the obstructing black hair behind her ears and raised her head.

"Sorry, I'm the resident next door. Because the smell of blood was too strong, I came here to clean it up without permission."

She said so.

Yingsheng smiled. It was not a waste of life to be able to meet such an interesting person before death.

"What do you want?"

"Are you going to die?" She asked back.

"If I don't get love from others, I will wither and die. There are only thirty minutes left."

"Then, can you give me all your property? I want to buy a beautiful kimono."

"Of course."

Yingsheng walked over and put a bank card on the coffee table. "I don't care about the share. I guess I was deducted a lot, but at least one million is there. The password is six sixes."

The girl glanced at the bank card and her eyes slightly shifted to the two wallets on the coffee table.

"What about theirs?"

Yingsheng had no idea about the dropped items of the original owner's parents: "Maybe it's a birthday, I don't know."

"Oh, thank you."

The girl picked up the bank card, turned around and went out. Her snow-white bare feet stepped on the beige floor, and suddenly a bright red flower embellished it, which gave birth to a kind of pure beauty.

Yingsheng walked to the balcony and lay under the wisteria trellis. The full moon cast an elegant shadow of death.

When he was about to step gently into that good night, the landline in the living room rang.

Yingsheng certainly didn't answer it, so he left a message.

"Suiyue-san, I love you."

[Love +1]

Dinglingling——

The wind chimes on the flower stand rang, the breath of life.

The full moon gradually turned into a waning moon. Ten days had passed, and Yingsheng was still alive. And the organizations and police mentioned by the two people did not come to the door, which was really strange.

"Qingzi, there must be some more specific reasons." Yingsheng said.

There is a wooden swing on the balcony of Qingzi's house. She is still wearing a white dress, swinging gently. Under the hazy moonlight, she is like some unreal phantom.

"I bought him three personal accident insurance policies, a total of 500 million." She smiled.

"When did you buy it?"

"The cheapest one was two months ago, and the other two were nine days ago."

"It's too obvious to be an insurance fraud. The insurance company will refuse to pay the claim. If you are not convinced and want to appeal, they will invite a group of detectives to investigate. Especially my classmate, Kudo Shinichi, he is very smart, I am not completely sure."

"Then there is no way."

Qingzi sighed lightly: "Alas, then I can only be naked, tie a bow on myself, get into a big gift box, and be sent to President Shimada's office.

Alas, how can there be such a pitiful person as me in the world? My father owes gambling debts and wants to use his daughter to repay them. Alas, my mother doesn't want me either, alas..."

Hinayoshi was speechless after hearing a series of lamentations: "How much money did he owe?"

"Gambling debts are a bottomless abyss."

"That makes sense, but even if Mr. Xuesong dies, his creditors will still come to you."

"So, I still have to ask Yingsheng-kun."

Qingzi's smile is so pure and flawless, clearer than the moonlight flowing in the sky.

Hinayoshi had no choice but to stretch and sit up.

"You have such a bad personality."

"Anyway, Hotaru needs to eat every day, so it doesn't matter who it is."

The so-called eating refers to the hunting that Hotaru conducts to obtain the intention to kill. When he was still unfamiliar with this world, he asked Kiyoko to choose some targets for him, so she knew.

"Speaking of this, you are too unstable here. I plan to find a girlfriend seriously."

Kiyoko showed curiosity: "Oh, do you have a target?"

"It's not clear yet, let's talk about it later. What is not covered in Mr. Xuesong's insurance? I will think about the method in class tomorrow."

"There are many restrictions. It is not related to alcoholism, drug abuse, and high-risk operations. By the way, it is better not to be a disease. Dad hasn't had a physical examination for a long time."

"OK, send me the information and address."

The gift of life must be repaid with life, even if it is someone else's.

There are always people dying in this city, so what's the harm if there are a few more.

Yingsheng stood up, brushed aside a curtain of flower tassels, and glanced at the clock in the room. It was just past twelve o'clock. "Will you be beaten again tonight? Do you want to stay with me?"

Qingzi smiled sweetly, "I am a precious gift now, so he dare not do it."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Chapter 2 Showdown! Kudo Shinichi!

The next day, two o'clock in the afternoon.

In Teitan High School, Class B, Grade 2, Kudo Shinichi felt the vibration of his mobile phone in his pocket, took it out quietly and took a look, his eyes immediately lit up.

He raised his right hand without hesitation and looked at the podium with expectation. The physics teacher who was chanting on the stage paused, sighed helplessly, and waved his hand.

"Thank you, teacher!"

Kudo Shinichi ran out of the classroom quickly, and the words "Inspector Megure" were faintly floating in the wind. Everyone in the classroom had experience with this scene, and they whispered to each other, guessing what case it would be.

"Suiyue, how many people do you think will die this time?"

The yellow-haired man by the window in the last row poked the back of the person in front of him, and Yingsheng tilted his head slightly.

"One."

"I guess two, do you want to gamble?"

"Not interested, I'm sure to win."

"Oh... what do you think about us doing a death lottery? Just like buying a lottery ticket, set different odds and let people guess the number of deaths in Beihua Town every day."

"I wish you to become bigger and stronger, I will invest one million in shares..."

"Suiyue-kun!"

The teacher on the stage suddenly called the name and said with a smile: "Please go to the blackboard to answer this question."

Hingsheng turned his head and looked. The question gave the current of two transformers and asked to calculate the transmission efficiency.

Simple question.

Kudo-san, the answer is obvious, please think more, but don't think too much.

In the last physical education class, Yingsheng asked for leave on the grounds of being unwell, and the physical education teacher approved it immediately.

After all, the body left to him by the original owner was 177cm tall and weighed only 60kg. With his thin figure and pale skin that was almost sickly, anyone could tell that he was a beautiful boy with a weak appearance. His condition had only improved recently.

Yingsheng did not participate in club activities and left school directly. Just after three o'clock, he had returned to his home, 2602 of Ian Apartment.