Conan's Hundred Years of Science

Pu Siqinglan was already a little bit murderous.

She looked at Yuan Huaiyu who was sitting across from him with a half-smile, and her mind was rapidly thinking about how to deal with the current situation.

This man only saw her Russian identity, but it was basically impossible for him to know the meaning behind this identity, which made her feel relieved a little.

He did not point it out directly at the tea party just now, but pointed it out when the two of them were alone, which also confirmed Pu Si Qinglan's thoughts.

"You are right, I am indeed a Russian." She considered the words, "I hope Mr. Yuan can understand..."

She originally wanted to say that she hoped this person would understand that as a scholar of the Romanov dynasty, she had to declare that she was Chinese because of her special status.

But Yuan Huaiyu waved his hand before he heard the explanation she was about to say later.

"I understand. Girls have to have a sense of self-protection in a foreign country. They can't reveal everything, let alone a beauty like Miss Qinglan."

Pu Siqinglan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and a smile appeared on his face.

"It would be great if Mr. Yuan could understand me..."

"But, there is one more thing. I would like to ask Miss Qinglan to give me an explanation."

Yuan Huaiyu slowly sat upright and his expression became aggressive.

Pu Siqinglan suddenly discovered that the originally lazy man's aura in front of her had completely changed in a few breaths, and the pressure emanating from him actually made her breathless.

You know, although she is only twenty-seven years old, she is also the internationally famous killer "Shi Kaobing", and the man in front of her looks to be several years younger than her. At this moment, she does not dare to speak directly at all.

Look into each other's eyes.

Before she could ask what was going on, Yuan Huaiyu started talking to himself.

"Just two days ago, one of my juniors was almost killed. If I hadn't made some preparations in advance, he might have died a violent death."

"...I don't quite understand. Does this have anything to do with me?" As soon as Pu Siqinglan opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was trembling unconsciously.

Yuan Huaiyu stood up and approached Pu Siqinglan step by step. Every time he took a step forward, Pu Siqinglan took a step back.

Soon, Pu Siqinglan's back was pressed against the wall. Only then did she realize that her back was completely soaked with sweat.

A red cheongsam clung to her body, outlining her mature and attractive curves.

Her skills were more than enough to deal with an ordinary adult man, but when facing this man, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even think of taking action.

It is the fear engraved in genes and blood, just like the worship of gods by mortals in mythology.

Yuan Huaiyu put his face in front of Pu Siqinglan's delicate face. The tips of their noses were only one finger apart.

"How come it doesn't matter? Weren't you the one who sniped Kaitou Kidd in Osaka before?"

"!!!"

Seeing the expression of fear and horror on the face in front of him, Yuan Huaiyu finally stopped pressing. He took a step back and looked at Pu Siqinglan, who was breathing heavily.

Pu Siqinglan just felt that the pressure that was like the top of a mountain finally disappeared. She was almost suffocating and was finally able to breathe normally. However, she almost fell to the ground and hurriedly held on to the wall to support her body.

But her mind was not as relaxed as her body.

The man in front of me knows everything!

Whether it's the fact that Pu Si Qinglan's secret identity is the international assassin Shi Kaobing, or the fact that she sniped and killed the Kaitou Kidd.

[Wait a minute... He said before that Kaitou Kidd is his junior? 】

As we all know, Kaito Kidd has been active in the world more than ten years ago, traveling to various countries to steal jewelry, leaving the police in various countries helpless.

So how old is this man?

With confused thoughts and various possibilities flashing through her mind, Pu Siqinglan finally decided to be straightforward because she realized that if this man wanted to do something to her, she would have no ability to resist at all.

"Who...are you?"

Yuan Huaiyu smiled: "Didn't they tell you? I am currently a teacher."

Teacher? Who dares to teach a child to a monster like you?

Pu Siqinglan was complaining wildly in her heart, but on the outside she looked docile and listened attentively.

Yuan Huaiyu put his hands behind his back and walked around the room: "When you entered the room, you deliberately blocked my view and put away something..."

Pu Si Qinglan's face turned pale.

Yuan Huaiyu took out an old photo frame from the drawer and waved it in front of her eyes.

Inside the frame is an old photo of a Russian man with sunken eyes, wide eyes, and a messy beard.

Those eyes were light blue, piercing, and seemed to emit a strange light, making them breathtaking even in photos.

"This is why you became a Shi Kaobing."

"Your ancestor is the Orthodox priest known as the [Monk], one of the culprits in the fall of the Romanov dynasty, Grigory Yefimovich Rasputin."

"Haha... Pu Si Qinglan is just a permutation and combination of Rasputin. As long as you know your identity as a Russian and how much you pay attention to the Romanov dynasty, it is easy to think of this."

"This must be one of the reasons why you hide your Russian identity."

"On the surface, he is a historical researcher, but secretly he is a killer who collects the tsar's cultural relics. It is quite reasonable."

Pu Siqinglan felt that she had no secrets in front of the person in front of her, just like an onion being peeled layer by layer.

"What... do you want?"

Every second now is torture for Pu Si Qinglan. She just wants to end the current situation of "people are fighting for each other" as soon as possible, no matter what price she has to pay.

"Didn't I say it before? I want to ask for an explanation."

…

After a long time, Yuan Huaiyu walked out of Pu Si Qinglan's room refreshed.

Pu Si Qinglan, on the other hand, was like a spoiled doll, slumped on the bed helplessly, her eyes were dull and she didn't want to move.

Yuan Huaiyu knew what everyone wanted to see, but - of course nothing inappropriate for children had happened just now, otherwise it would not have passed the trial.

He took a tube of Pu Siqinglan's blood for research and reached some deals with the killer.

"It's amazing... I originally thought there wouldn't be such an obvious suppression effect... It seems that this guy is really a direct descendant of Rasputin."

Yuan Huaiyu recalled the person he met by chance, the unlucky guy who almost died because of him.

"Rasputin..."