I'm in Detective Conan, and I start with the Grand Theft Auto system.

Takasugi Toshihiko was completely terrified.

The groom slumped on the sofa, half of the water in his glass spilled, leaving a large wet patch on his white tuxedo, but he didn't notice at all.

His face was deathly pale, his lips were trembling, and he seemed frozen in place, sitting there without daring to move, only able to watch helplessly as Lin Shen walked step by step toward him.

Lin Shen looked down at his terrified expression and said in a relaxed tone, "How was it? Wasn't my combo just now cool?"

"I think it's alright. Considering I've only been learning karate for a few days, it's not bad to achieve this level of performance."

"If it's a serious fight, I might not be able to beat those who have trained for years. But if you add a sneak attack, then I'm more than capable."

He glanced down at the hand that had just thrown the punch, as if savoring the feel of it. "Sneak attacks are just unreasonable... If a kid finds the right opportunity, he can take down a well-trained adult."

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and drew a silenced pistol from his waist, pointing the muzzle at Toshihiko Takasugi's forehead.

"Any last words?" The moment Takasugi Toshihiko saw the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at him, his last line of defense completely collapsed.

He slid off the sofa and knelt down on the carpet with a thud, his hands clasped together, his voice trembling and choked with sobs:

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I can give you money! Lots of money! How much did the person who hired you pay you? I'll pay double! No, triple!"

Lin Shen looked at him and replied calmly, "I don't lack money right now."

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Takasugi Toshihiko's head.

A look of near despair crossed his face, but a few seconds later he spoke again, his voice filled with a desperate, reckless urgency: "Then—then kill someone for me! Kill the bride for me too! I'll give you money!"

As he spoke, he frantically pulled a black wallet from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, took out a bank card, and offered it to Lin Shen with both hands, as if offering his lifeline:

"There's thirty million in this card! The PIN is written on the back! If you help me kill that woman, all the money is yours!"

Lin Shen reached out and took the bank card, flipped it over and glanced at the back—it did indeed have a six-digit number written in black marker.

He looked down at Takasugi Toshihiko, who was kneeling on the ground, gazing at him expectantly. His smile became somewhat meaningful as he said, "Alright then. I'll give you a chance. Call the bride over—and you do it yourself."

Takasugi Toshihiko was stunned.

Can't we also drag someone down with us?

He nodded frantically, his voice trembling with relief: "Okay...okay!! No problem!!"

He picked up his phone from the small round table next to the sofa, his fingers still trembling from nervousness. He pressed the wrong key once while dialing, then deleted it and dialed again.

When the call connected, Takasugi Toshihiko's voice still trembled uncontrollably, but he tried his best to make his tone sound normal: "Feed...Sayuri? Are you free to come over here now?"

"Um... I have something important to tell you. You can come alone, you don't need to bring anyone else."

After he hung up the phone, his expression was no longer so tense; instead, he seemed somewhat excited.

Lin Shen turned around and pulled a pistol from the body of the middle-aged bodyguard who was already dead on the ground.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the front door.

Knock knock knock—three soft and polite sounds.

Lin Shen concealed the gun in his hand on his back, walked over and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was Sayuri Matsumoto, dressed in a white wedding gown.

Her hair was styled in an updo, the veil was secured to the bun, and the long train of her wedding dress trailed behind her like a small cloud.

She looked beautiful and serene, her expression a mixture of doubt and anticipation—she clearly thought the groom had called her over to tell her some surprise or important promise in person.

Lin Shen stepped aside to clear the doorway and smiled, gesturing for someone to come in.

Matsumoto Sayuri walked in.

Then she saw two motionless human figures dressed in black suits leaning against the wall of the short corridor in the entrance hall.

Her steps abruptly halted, her pupils contracted sharply, and her lips parted slightly. Before she could utter a sound, Lin Shen had already closed the door behind her and then gently pressed the muzzle of his pistol against her back.

He controlled his strength well, not enough to cause her pain, but enough for her to clearly perceive what it was.

"Don't be nervous, don't shout, just keep moving forward." His voice was calm and gentle.

Matsumoto Sayuri's body stiffened for a moment, but she still obediently took a step.

Wearing high heels, she walked step by step onto the carpet into the rest area. There she saw Takasugi Toshihiko and said anxiously, "Toshihiko... what... what's going on?"

Before Takasugi Toshihiko could speak, Lin Shen tossed the bodyguard's pistol to him, saying, "The person's here. You can do it."

Takasugi Toshihiko gripped the gun, his arm trembling like a leaf.

He slowly raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at Sayuri Matsumoto.

Matsumoto Sayuri's face turned deathly pale in that instant, and her eyes widened in disbelief!

Her voice trembled, and tears welled in her eyes, but she still managed to say, "What...what are you doing, Junyan?"

Takasugi Toshihiko's hand holding the gun trembled more and more violently, but his expression slowly changed from fear to a twisted anger and pain that had been suppressed for too long, which finally surged up at that moment.

"What am I doing?" His voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with an almost manic hatred. "I'm taking revenge!!"

"My mother was killed by your father!! She was killed by that bastard Matsumoto Kiyonaga!!"

"Your father killed my mother, yet he hasn't faced any punishment whatsoever—he continues to work as a police inspector, continues to live a respectable life, and hasn't even offered me a genuine apology!!"

"Do you know what I've been through all these years?! Do you know what I was thinking every day when I watched you smile, played the piano, and walked in the sunlight in your white dress?!"

"I'm wondering—how would he feel if he also lost the person he loved most?!"

Matsumoto Sayuri's tears finally fell.

She stood there, wearing the wedding dress she had carefully chosen over three months, watching the man she had loved for so many years point a gun at her, listening to him utter those words in the most vicious tone.

Her body was trembling slightly, but she did not back down or kneel down to beg for mercy; she just stood there crying.

Without the slightest hesitation, Takasugi Toshihiko placed his finger on the trigger and pulled it down forcefully.

Click.

Empty sound.

He was stunned.

He glanced down at the gun in his hand and frantically pulled the trigger—click, click, click, one empty shot after another, not a single bullet fired.

He abruptly raised his head, looking at Lin Shen, his voice filled with anxiety and panic: "Why are there no bullets?! The gun you gave me is empty!! Where are the bullets? Give me bullets now!!"

Lin Shen watched him, who was so anxious he was about to jump up and down, but didn't move.

He stood there, a faint, ambiguous smile playing on his lips, and said in a calm tone, "I never agreed to help you kill this bride."

"I brought her over just to let her see—what your true self is like after you take off that gentle and considerate mask."

Takasugi Toshihiko's expression froze for a moment.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Lin Shen didn't give him any chance to speak.

He raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Toshihiko Takasugi.

puff.

A very short, sharp sound, like someone striking a thick cloth with a mallet.

A small red dot appeared between Takasugi Toshihiko's eyebrows.

His eyes were still wide open, his expression frozen between shock and resentment. He leaned back, slid off the sofa, and fell onto the carpet with a dull thud.

The empty gun in his hand fell to the floor, rolled twice, and came to rest at the foot of the coffee table.

The lounge was silent for several seconds.

Matsumoto Sayuri stood there, her body trembling slightly. A few drops of blood splattered on the hem of her wedding dress, like a few red plum blossoms fallen on the snow.

Her tears were still flowing, but she didn't wail. She just stood there quietly, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, trying her best to suppress the sound of her sobs.

Lin Shen put the gun away and gently patted Matsumoto Sayuri's shoulder twice, as if comforting a friend who had just experienced a major blow.

He said with a smile, "You should thank me, Miss Matsumoto, otherwise you'll have been fooled by this hypocrite."

Matsumoto Sayuri covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking with sobs, her voice breaking through her fingers as she cried, "Th...thank you..."

Lin Shen nodded, accepting the sincere thanks, then turned and walked towards the entrance. He paused at the door, turned back, and added, "Take your time crying, there's no rush."

"Just call someone to handle it after she's finished crying."

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the door and left.