Conan: What alias? That's my struggle!

It's still that unknown number.

Lin Ye answered the call, but this time he didn't speak, waiting for the other person to speak first.

"Did you get rid of those police?"

Gin's voice came through the receiver, as cold as ever, as if he were asking about something trivial.

Lin Ye glanced out the window at the now completely silent street. The police had indeed left; Inspector Megure and his men had withdrawn, and Takagi and Sato had also left.

He's the only one in this building now.

"Of course, it's all taken care of." Lin Ye knew that his persona had to be that of a winery employee, so he deliberately used the cold, numb tone he had learned during the simulation training when he spoke.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"The organization has recently been active in Japan."

Gin cut straight to the point without any preamble, "I need you to transfer a significant amount of assets. I've sent you the address; get it done by 10 a.m. tomorrow."

He gave the instructions directly.

Gin is a high-ranking member of the distillery, and can directly order around employees like Lin Ye who have code names.

Lin Ye was stunned for a moment.

Transferring assets?

He instinctively wanted to refuse.

The experiences in the training space, while equipping him with various skills, were all within a virtual environment. Now, he's being asked to return to the real world and work for the Black Organization? He's only been here for less than a day, hasn't even figured out his own identity, and now he's supposed to become an illegal laborer?

Lin Yezhen didn't want to get entangled with the winery any further.

And he was really tired.

That kind of fatigue that seeps into your bones is something that can't be eliminated by a good night's sleep.

The thousands of deaths and rebirths left no physical marks, but the mental exhaustion was very real. He desperately needed a good night's sleep to heal his soul.

"I……"

Lin Ye carefully considered his words, "It's not convenient lately. Although I've gotten rid of the police for now, they might come looking for me again at any time—"

His excuse was interrupted before he could finish.

"I'll add money, and I'll also give you organization points to raise your organization level," Gin interrupted him, as if he already knew Lin Ye would refuse.

Does the Black Organization possess these items?

Could it be that Gin is trying to fool me?

"this……"

Lin Ye's words caught in her throat.

More money?

Is he the kind of person who can be appeased with money? Just as Lin Ye was about to say righteously, "This isn't about money," a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Karasuma Renya.

The mastermind behind that black-clad organization, the owner of Twilight Villa, an old monster who has lived for countless years.

If he remembered correctly, the Twilight Villa was for sale; that villa, filled with gold, was one of the most valuable properties in the Conan world.

If he could raise enough money to buy that villa before the plot officially began, Lin Ye felt he would at least have the funds to escape the organization.

If he could make a move before that collector and take the villa along with the gold inside... then Lin Ye could hide anywhere in the world.

Money has suddenly become an important issue.

"How much money will you give me?"

Lin Ye's attitude changed immediately.

Gin gave a number.

Lin Ye's eyes widened slightly; this number was much larger than he had expected. Larger than what he, as a renowned surgeon, might have earned in several years.

"good!"

Lin Ye stopped arguing and decided to quit after finishing this job.

Gin didn't say anything more and hung up the phone.

A few seconds later, an encrypted message was sent to his phone with only one address: the third basement floor of a commercial building in Minato Ward, Tokyo.

"Get to work! Virtual assets can't be brought back! Gin's bonus is real wealth!" So, Lin Ye changed his clothes and went out.

The streets of Tokyo were quiet late at night, the streetlights casting long shadows. He walked on the sidewalk, his pace unhurried, but his mind was racing.

In the training space, frames of simulated training exercises about "organizing asset transfers" flashed by. He remembered all the procedures—how to enter the designated location, how to coordinate with security personnel, how to verify the identity of the assets, and how to transfer them safely.

But those are all virtual.

This is reality.

His heart was beating a little faster than usual, but his hands were steady. The thousands of life-or-death experiences in the training space had taught him at least one thing.

When you're scared, your body can't show it.

Forty minutes later.

Lin Ye stood at the entrance of that building.

"Is this the place?"

The building looked no different from an ordinary commercial office building. The glass curtain wall reflected a cold light in the night. The main entrance was closed, and only a small door on the side was lit.

Lin Ye walked over and pushed open the door.

Behind the door was a long corridor, at the end of which was an elevator. He had only taken a few steps when several cracks suddenly appeared in the walls on both sides of the corridor, and four men in black suits walked out.

Their hands were on their waists, their eyes fixed on Lin Ye, like four hunting dogs ready to pounce at any moment.

Lin Ye stopped in his tracks.

He didn't speak or make any unnecessary movements. He just stood there, looking at them expressionlessly.

He had seen this kind of scene far too many times in the training space. In these situations, any unnecessary movement would be interpreted as a threat, and any unnecessary words would be seen as a sign of weakness.

Silence is the best weapon.

The four men in black exchanged glances. One of them stepped forward, looked Lin Ye up and down, and then took out a tablet computer from his pocket. A photo was displayed on the screen.

The person in the photo is Lin Ye's current face—Hashimoto Lin Ye.

No, the name written under the photo is: Madeira.

The man in black's expression changed.

The change was obvious—his shoulders hunched slightly, and his eyes shifted from wariness to awe, no, something deeper than awe: fear.

"Mr. Madeira..." His voice trembled slightly, "We didn't know it was you who came in person..."

Lin Ye glanced at him but didn't say anything.

This reaction was correct. He had learned in the training space that this was how senior members with code names treated ordinary executors—they wouldn't bother to say a word or give a second glance.

He only needed to stand there, and they were afraid.

The man in black quickly made way for him, and the other three also quickly retreated to the sides, stood close to the wall, and lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

Lin Ye walked through them without pausing.

Whispers came from behind, but Lin Ye had already walked far away.

"That's Madeira?"

"Don't look at him, don't let him notice you..."

"I heard that he killed more than a dozen people by himself in Yokohama last time..."

"My God... not a dozen, but twenty-odd, and they were unarmed..."

……

These people weren't talking loudly.

The moment the elevator doors closed, Lin Ye only vaguely heard someone outside say, "The way he looked at me just now... I thought I was going to die..."

What a cowardly bunch of peripheral members of the Black Organization.

"That's why the organization can't develop." Lin Ye pressed the button for the third basement level, leaned against the elevator wall, and let out a long breath.

Fortunately.

He was very successful at playing the aloof card.

Those people were terrified of him and didn't dare to ask any more questions, let alone check his identity.

"I'm an acting genius!"

Lin Ye became somewhat happy, his emotions inexplicable—this might be related to the psychological torment he had suffered in the training space.

Aftereffects.