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

"Hmm, it's been a long time since I've been close to nature!" Lin took a deep breath and exclaimed with genuine emotion.

He looked around at the surroundings. Behind the parking lot was a stone staircase leading into the mountains, at the end of which was a long suspension bridge.

The suspension bridge was built with thick hemp ropes and wooden planks. It looked quite old, with the surface of the planks worn white by wind and rain, and the hemp ropes also showing signs of wear.

Below the suspension bridge is a narrow valley, which is about 40 to 50 meters wide.

There is a river at the bottom of the valley. The current is not rapid, but the water is a dark green color, and it is impossible to tell how deep it is.

Lin Shen walked to the edge of the suspension bridge, looked down, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: If I fall off, I'll either break a leg or I'll die right here.

As he was calculating the load-bearing structure and safety factor of the bridge in his mind, his gaze inadvertently swept to the far end of the suspension bridge, where there was a person!

The man was wrapped in white bandages from head to toe, with only his eyes showing. He was squatting next to the wooden planks in the middle of the suspension bridge, his head down, his hands groping for something along the edge of the planks, as if he were fiddling with something.

Lin Shen narrowed his eyes.

Of course he knew who it was.

Ryoichi Takahashi disguised himself as a bandaged monster.

This guy is a ruthless character. Not only does he have the willpower to lose weight, but he can also dismember people into eight pieces and use his "big belly" to hold human heads!

Lin Shen already knew he would encounter this person before he came to this resort.

His purpose in coming here was simple: to increase his favorability with the gardener, build a good relationship with her, have barbecue, soak in hot springs, and go on vacation!

He had absolutely no interest in playing pretend with others, like the "mountain villa serial murders" game.

He wouldn't tolerate anyone ruining his chance to get close to Sonoko!

Therefore, Lin Shen did not hesitate for even a second.

He decisively pulled out a Glock silencer from the system.

Raise your hand, aim, and pull the trigger.

Puff puff puff puff—

A series of low, short gunshots rang out in the empty valley, like someone repeatedly pounding a thick quilt with a wooden mallet.

The bandaged man on the suspension bridge was shot before he even had a chance to turn around and see where the sound was coming from.

His body jerked violently a few times, as if he had been pushed from different directions at the same time.

He let out a short, painful cry, swayed twice, and then tumbled off the edge of the suspension bridge.

Ryoichi Takahashi tumbled a few times in the air, then with a dull thud, he plunged into the river below, the depth of which was unknown, splashing up a small spray of water before being carried downstream by the current.

The river surface quickly returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, Lin Shen heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"What happened? Why are there gunshots?!" Conan ran over from the parking lot and dashed to the edge of the suspension bridge.

Then, he saw the silenced Glock in Lin Shen's hand and stopped abruptly. His expression was somewhat subtle, both wary and surprised, clearly not expecting the other party to suddenly pull out a pistol.

"Gunshots? Where did the gunshots come from? You must have misheard." Lin Shen stopped acting and calmly stuffed the silenced Glock back into his pocket.

Then, in front of Conan, he bent down and picked up a few still-warm bullet casings from the ground at his feet, and slowly put them into his pocket.

"..." Conan stared at him in disbelief.

No way, do you think I'm blind?

Right in front of me, he blatantly put away his pistol and the spent bullet casings.

Do you not respect me at all?

Do you think I'm a child and easy to fool?

Conan opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The emotions that surged through his mind at that moment could not be simply described as "anger" or "shock"!

He felt like the other person was treating him like a fool!

Enough is enough! There's no need to endure it any longer!

Conan took a deep breath, just as he was about to say something more powerful to expose this clumsy lie, when Ran's voice came from behind him.

She was walking over from the parking lot with her travel bag on her back, looking at the two people standing by the suspension bridge with some curiosity: "What's wrong? I think I heard you talking about something—gunshots?"

Conan's mouth opened and then closed.

His gaze flickered back and forth between "Lin Shen's innocent face" and "Xiao Lan's face, which was full of curiosity."

Finally, his shoulders slumped, and he laughed, saying, "Haha—no, no, I must have misheard, Sister Xiaolan!"

He scratched the back of his head, his smile so natural it showed no sign of his true feelings. "I think I heard a strange noise, so I came to check, and it turned out to be the sound of wind blowing through wooden planks."

After hearing this, Ran shook her head helplessly, her tone carrying a hint of exasperation and reproach: "Conan, stop being so jumpy, you'll scare people."

Conan forced a smile and nodded, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time!"

Lin Shen stood to the side, watching Conan's frustrated yet daring-not-to-vent expression, his smile gentle and composed.

He reached out and gently patted Conan's head twice, his tone like that of a kind elder comforting a frightened child: "It's normal that Conan isn't used to the strange bird calls in the mountains."

"…………" Conan looked at Lin Shen speechlessly and rolled his eyes at him.

Since the other party has stopped acting, what's the point of me acting?

Let's lay our cards on the table!

I'll find an opportunity later to ask them carefully why they suddenly opened fire.

"Alright—Sonoko should be waiting already. Let's take the luggage over first." After Lin Shen finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the trunk of the car, opened the trunk lid, and took out his backpack from inside, his movements natural and smooth.

Conan stood there, watching Lin Shen's back, so angry that he almost ground his back teeth to powder.

He desperately wanted to expose everything to Xiaolan right now. But he couldn't.

He has no evidence.

Lin Shen's gun had been put away, and the spent cartridges had been collected; no traces were left at the scene.

Conan knew that if he insisted on saying "President Lin shot and killed someone," Ran would only think that he was acting strangely today.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, but finally let go.

He can only swallow his anger now.

Lin Shen slung his backpack over his shoulder, turned around, and called out to Conan, who was still standing there, "Let's go, Conan. What are you spacing out for?"

Conan took a deep breath, suppressing all his emotions and adopting a typical "well-behaved elementary school student" expression, before jogging after him: "Coming, coming!"

The three people crossed the suspension bridge one after the other.