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

After Lin Shen came out of the rest room, he leisurely straightened his collar and cuffs, and then looked down at the front of his shirt.

There was no bloodstain, no wrinkles, everything was clean and tidy.

After confirming that there was no blood on his face, he started walking back down the corridor.

His steps were steady, neither fast nor slow, no different from any other waiter who had just finished delivering food.

He even pointed out the direction of the restroom to an elderly woman holding a wine glass.

Everything was perfect!

Just when Lin Shen thought his mission was going to end successfully, he ran into Conan at the corner of the corridor.

The two met face to face, their eyes locked.

Lin Shen was the first to react, nodding slightly to Conan with a polite yet distant smile, just like any waiter would do when greeting a customer.

Conan subconsciously returned a polite nod, even bowing slightly. The two passed each other.

Lin Shen took two more steps toward the gate.

Then Conan's voice came from behind.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear: "Officer Takagi!! Arrest that waiter!!"

"He smells of gunpowder on him; he must have just fired a shot!!"

These words almost made Lin Shen pause in his footing.

In that instant, the most intense wave of吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or witty remarks) of his life surged through his mind—Wait, Conan, are you cheating?!

The two of you were so far apart, and with the air circulation and the church filled with the scents of perfume and flowers... how could you smell even this little bit of gunpowder residue?

Even a dog's nose isn't as sharp as yours!

But he didn't have time to continue complaining.

Takagi Wataru happened to pass by in the corridor next door, holding a glass of juice he hadn't had time to drink.

He paused for a moment after hearing Conan's shout.

He had dealt with Conan many times and knew that although this bespectacled elementary school student looked young, his words were never unfounded.

Without much hesitation, Takagi Wataru put down his cup, turned around, and pounced on the back of the waiter who had just walked away. His movements were swift and decisive, completely unlike his usual honest and unassuming demeanor.

When Lin Shen saw Takagi Wataru rushing towards him, he couldn't help but add another thought to himself:

Is Takagi Wataru Conan's dog?

You pounce on someone just because they shout at you?

Lin Shen's physical movements were much faster than his complaints.

He dodged to the side, and Takagi Wataru's hands almost brushed past his shoulders, causing him to stagger forward half a step due to missing his target.

Lin Shen had taken countless side kicks and roundhouse kicks from Xiao Lan during this period, and dodging had long since become an instinctive reaction.

As he dodged, he simultaneously raised his right knee, delivering a clean and decisive knee strike to the center of Takagi Wataru's abdomen.

Bang!

Takagi Wataru received a solid blow to the abdomen; he felt as if someone had punched his stomach from the inside.

He staggered back several steps, his back bent, his face contorted in pain and confusion, as if he hadn't yet figured out how he had been dodged and then hit.

Lin Shen was about to follow up and finish off the trouble completely.

But he caught Conan's movement out of the corner of his eye!

The kid was standing a few steps away, his left hand supporting his right wrist, and the watch-shaped sight on his right hand was pointed directly at him.

In that instant, Lin Shen almost instinctively turned his head sharply to the left!

Whoosh!!

A tiny silver needle flew past the skin on the right side of his neck, bringing a slightly cool stinging sensation, and stuck into the wall behind him, its tip still trembling slightly.

"What?! He dodged it!! This...this is impossible!" Conan's eyes widened.

He aimed very accurately with that shot, taking into account the angle, timing, and wind speed!

He could almost see the anesthetic needle piercing the other person's neck!

But the guy dodged it.

It wasn't a lucky sway; it was an evasive anticipation made before he even launched the attack.

Conan's heart sank.

That reaction speed—this waiter is definitely no ordinary person!!

After dodging the needle, Lin Shen tilted his head to look at Conan and smiled, "Kid, your movements were too obvious."

"I'm not blind. It's hard for me not to notice when you raised your hand to aim!"

Conan did not respond to that statement.

His expression became extremely focused in just half a second.

He was neither discouraged nor flustered, but immediately switched tactics.

He pressed a button on the soccer belt around his waist, and with a "poof," a white soccer ball bounced out from the middle of the belt.

He lifted his right foot, turned the knob on the sole of his shoe, and then put all his weight on that leg.

"Then let's try this move!" Conan swung his leg powerfully, and the soccer ball flew out with a whistling sound.

The ball was incredibly fast, tracing an almost straight white path through the air, carrying enough kinetic energy to knock out a grown man on the spot, and shot head-on toward Lin Shen's chest.

Lin Shen watched the football flying towards him.

He didn't hide.

He put his hands on his hips, struck a very pretentious pose, puffed out his chest, and used his Ultraman pectoral muscles to meet the impact of the soccer ball!

Bang! !

A dull thud echoed through the corridor.

The soccer ball struck Lin Shen squarely in the center of his chest, bounced a few times on the ground, rolled to a corner of the wall, and came to a stop.

Lin Shen felt a slight tremor in his chest.

He glanced down at his chest, then looked up at the system armor panel that appeared in his mind.

That last shot took away 40 points of armor!

He was secretly taken aback: Conan's shot was actually more powerful than Ran's ordinary side kick.

If that kick were delivered to an ordinary person without armor, they would almost certainly suffer broken ribs and be knocked unconscious on the spot.

But he merely stretched his chest muscles, then straightened up, looked at Conan with a disdainful smile, and said in a slow, leisurely tone:

"Is that all the power you've got? It's fine for bullying kids. But to use it against me? You're still 20,000 years away."

Conan stood frozen in place, as if he had been petrified.

He watched as the waiter stood there with his hands on his hips, not even flinching after taking a full-force kick to the chest, and was even laughing!

His mind went blank for a moment; he found it hard to accept this fact!

He has used this move to take down countless criminals in the past, and every time it was a one-hit kill!

No exceptions!

But the waiter took his full-force shot head-on without any reaction whatsoever.

This is impossible!

What exactly is going on?

Who on earth is this guy?!

Lin Shen had just finished showing off and was about to say something when, in the next second, a pair of arms suddenly reached out from behind him, like two iron hoops tightly encircling his upper body, locking his arms firmly to his sides.

Takagi Wataru's voice came from behind him, filled with a strained tension and excitement: "I hugged him!! Officer Sato—I hugged him!!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Lin Shen slammed the back of his head against the wall—thump!

A solid, crisp sound.

His head slammed solidly into the bridge of Takagi Wataru's nose.

Click!

The crisp sound of bones breaking was particularly clear in the corridor.