The man in Conan is the mastermind behind the scenes

"No, it's just..."

Xiaolan's eyes were complicated, and she sighed softly: "There's nothing you can do about feelings, and I've been with Xinyi for more than ten years... It's just the address, I didn't say it..."

"Stop it!"

Sonoko snorted coldly: "I understand, Xiaolan, you are actually fascinated by that scumbag Suigetsu Yingsheng, so Kudo Shinichi..."

"Garden."

Xiaolan also interrupted, with a low tone: "Didn't you say what you said last time, you won't care about me and Shuiyue-kun."

"But that's different. You said you wanted to help him then, but now..."

"Still the same."

After hearing this, Yuanzi was silent for a long time:

"Do you believe this yourself?"

What answered her was Xiaolan's sigh:

"I believe it, Sonoko, don't say this anymore, otherwise... I'm sorry, I can only say good night to you."

"!!!"

Yuanzi's pupils were shaking. For the first time in many years, Xiaolan had the idea of ​​hanging up on her.

It wasn't that she was so controlling that she couldn't tolerate her best friend's temper. Rather, Xiaolan like this actually made her feel a little relieved.

but,

For this reason,

Because Shuiyue Yingsheng...

How to keep her from being complicated.

Yuanzi said softly: "Xiaolan, you know, after you said those words in the dessert shop last time, I was thinking, how can I help an unintentional person find his heart? I didn't sleep soundly for a long time that night. , half asleep, half awake, vaguely saw an answer.

Do you know what it is? "

Xiaolan smiled softly: "I know, I've known it from the beginning."

"What is it?"

"Give him a new heart."

"well……"

Yuanzi closed her eyes in pain: "Since you know, then at the beginning..."

"No, I thought that person wouldn't be me... No," Xiaolan chuckled: "Actually, it may not be me now. Sonoko, you know, Shuiyue-kun is very hard to see through. Who knows? What's going on in his mind."

"What? Then...what are you doing now?"

"Youda and above, but not yet full of lovers, that's probably it. Suigetsu-kun said that I have a very bad nature, maybe a cup of high-end green tea, hmm... Although this is very unpleasant to hear, for the time being, let's go ahead How about this."

"…………"

Yuanzi really didn't know what to say and was silent for a long time:

"He actually said that to you?"

"Just about two hours ago, he leaned into my ear and said it personally. At that time, I didn't know what kind of attitude I should adopt to face Mr. Xuesong. Along with this sentence, there was a glass of wine, and have……

‘He who looks forward and backward cannot achieve anything. ’

This sentence. "

Xiaolan showed a wry smile: "What Mr. Shuiyue said makes sense. I always think too much. I don't know whether this is good or not, but in this matter, let's just be a bad boy. "

Yuanzi was silent for a long time again: "Xiaolan, you have really changed a lot."

"Really, maybe I'm drunk."

Xiaolan had already walked outside the door at this time, and a taxi was waiting at the street corner not far away.

"Sonoko, do you have anything else to say?"

"Kudo Shinichi, you..."

"To say that I don't care at all would be a lie of course, but in my current situation, I'm not qualified to say anything about him. Moreover, no matter how you look at it, Xuesong-san is better than me in terms of appearance, temperament, and... Very good at reasoning.”

"Xiaolan! Show your energy, you..."

"Shh-"

Xiaolan raised her index finger to her lips and smiled playfully: "Don't scare away the sleepyheads."

"…………"

"Okay, that's it, good night Sonoko."

Click——

The phone hangs up.

Xiaolan walked briskly to the taxi and opened the back door. Xiaolan looked at Yingsheng who was typing on his mobile phone in the back seat:

"Where to go now?"

"Of course I'm taking you home." Yingsheng didn't even raise his head.

"But I don't want to go back yet."

"You are drunk and need a good rest. You will have a physical examination tomorrow morning, then the preliminaries, and the day after tomorrow you will go to the gym to compete. Don't let the momentary excitement affect your long-term plans."

Yingsheng spoke calmly, finished typing the last word, pressed the send button, and finally raised his head and smiled:

"If you feel like you're not having fun today, wait until your game is over. The celebration drink will be even more delicious."

"oh."

Xiaolan's tone was low, but she regained her energy after sitting in the car and clenched her fists heavily:

"I will definitely win the championship!"

"For whom?"

"Of course...hum! Myself!"

"Haha, that's right." Yingsheng put away his phone and closed his eyes to rest, "But it's no use just talking big. You have to go all out and truly bloom."

"Of course I will go all out, and after having two actual combat experiences and sparring with you, Suigetsu-kun, I feel that I have improved."

"That's good."

Seeing Yingsheng's tone gradually softening, Xiaolan chuckled: "Suiyue-kun is indeed drunk."

"Well, there are some."

"So Suigetsu-kun won't go out again tonight. Well, looking at it this way is good news."

"Yes, I'll go back and fall asleep."

Having said that, at eleven o'clock in the evening, Yingsheng changed into a black suit and drove a Yamaha FZR750R out of the underground parking lot of Ian's apartment.

"Have you found out the information so quickly, Yingsheng?"

In the back seat, Qingzi, who was hugging Yingsheng tightly, asked with a smile.

"How can it be so fast? Liuer Mihou is definitely not a simple person. My few glasses of wine will not be of much use." Feeling the fit and temperature on his back, Yingsheng tilted his head slightly: "Put on your helmet, don't let anyone see you."

"There is only one, yours."

"So, you dislike me."

"No, it's just that you will definitely exceed the speed limit later. What if you are photographed?"

"There is a mask in your arms, help me put it on."

"Prajna?"

"Cat."

"What are we going to do now?"

"Murder."

Chapter 132 The waning moon shines brightly, suppressing all the colors of the world!

Swish---

The water flows continuously, flowing down Yingsheng's rubbing hands, splashing a blood-red color on the rough cement pool table, winding along the sink, and dyeing the moss in the corner with a touch of enchanting luster.

The lights were dim, and the white paint on the wall was mottled and almost completely fallen off.

"Ah--!!!"

A shrill scream came from the next door, and snap--

Another piece fell off.

Yingsheng shook his head helplessly, shook his hands, and his hands had returned to being as smooth as jade amid the dancing water droplets.

"Qingzi, it's time to go."

"Immediately."

A girl's silver bell-like crisp response came from the hut next door, and after another man's scream, there were brisk footsteps.

The next second, what a bright color appeared in this dark and damp basement. Even if her face was stained with several blood stains, it could not cover up her icy quality.

On the contrary, it became more moving!

Looking at Qingzi's innocent smile, Yingsheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips:

"You know, Qingzi, you look..."

Qingzi blinked her bright eyes: "Just like a pervert?"

"Haha, but the most beautiful one."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Qingzi also went to the sink to wash, and sighed softly: "Mr. Anonymous is so stubborn, it took a long time to finally let go, but according to what Yingsheng said, he might be talking nonsense, which is very distressing."

Hingsheng spread his hands: "After all, I really can't think of the reason why the FBI is looking for trouble with you, no, I can't figure out the reason for the whole thing. Is it really because of a love affair with a high school student? This is too ridiculous."

Hingsheng glanced into the hut and saw that the chest of the bright red figure on the steel cross was still rising and falling slightly, so he closed the iron door and locked it.

"He has obviously received anti-interrogation training and is a professional.

Hold it first, or he can tell the fake news prepared in advance. For example, the safe house he mentioned is very likely to be a trap. As long as we go there, his companions will find that he is still alive and in captivity.

As for the FBI identity, no matter whether his two companions really exist, as long as we check, there may be flaws."

Qingzi listened thoughtfully: "Zhu Xingdai, Akai Shuichi, do the identities of these two people represent some kind of signal?"

"Who knows, let's go, it's almost dawn."

Hina yawned and checked the time on his phone. It was 5:26 in the morning.

"It's already now, I say, Qingzi, are you a little too excited?"

"Hey... I just want to help you."

"Last night, no, the night before, I drained a lot of blood from him and cut off one of his arms in order to make the fire scene more perfect. He is weak and hasn't recovered yet. You knocked him out once before, which has affected the progress of the interrogation."

"I'm very sorry, what should we do then?"

"Unless we use some psychotropic drugs, we can only buy time for now."

"Isn't the one Mr. Maori used okay?"

"That's a stimulant at best.

I need scopolamine or something like that to make him dazed; or adrenaline or something like that to keep him from fainting during the interrogation.

You mentioned the ant nest plus honey plus a broken arm before, which is indeed a good idea, but the human spirit has its limits, and we can't do it without drugs."

"Is that so..."

Qingzi said dejectedly: "Before the pain exceeds his endurance limit, what he said may be false news. After exceeding the limit, he will be unconscious again. Professionals and so on, it's so troublesome."