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

Lin Shen held Xiao Lan's hand as they walked on the suspension bridge.

The wooden planks of the bridge swayed slightly underfoot, making creaking sounds.

With each step you take, the entire bridge seems to sway gently in rhythm with you. The amplitude is not large, but for someone standing forty or fifty meters in the air with transparent wooden planks between their feet, the feeling of weightlessness will make them instinctively want to grab onto something.

Xiao Lan gripped Lin Shen's backpack strap tightly with her other hand, her face pale.

She glanced down at the view of the valley peeking through the gaps in the wooden planks.

The treetops looked like clusters of green mushrooms, and the river became a thin silver thread winding through the valley. It was beautiful, but... also terrifying!

Xiaolan's knees buckled instantly, and she quickly averted her gaze, her voice betraying a barely suppressed unease: "Club...club president...it's so high up here..."

Lin Shen turned to look at her. Xiao Lan's complexion was indeed not good, and the knuckles of her fingers gripping his backpack strap were turning white.

He didn't say anything extra, but simply reached out and took her hand, removing it from his backpack strap and holding it in his palm.

"It's okay, I'll pull you along, don't be afraid."

"Phew... I'm so sorry to have troubled you." Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief and thanked her repeatedly.

Xiaolan didn't feel particularly shy or nervous when her hand was held.

In her subconscious, there was really nothing to be embarrassed about.

After all, the training during this period has completely broken down the psychological barrier between the two of them that "men and women should not touch each other".

They punched, kicked, wrestled, and sparred face-to-face every day. She even had her back rubbed with medicated wine by the other person. Shaking hands and crossing a suspension bridge was really not a big deal.

Xiao Lan, on the contrary, felt that President Lin's hand was much more reliable than that shaky suspension bridge.

The two of them walked across the middle of the suspension bridge one after the other, their movements natural and their coordination seamless, like an old pair who had walked this kind of road together many times before.

But Conan, walking behind these two, wasn't having such a good time.

He followed behind, his hands in his pockets, head down, staring at the wooden planks beneath his feet, his expression extremely unpleasant.

How could he not see the moment Lin Shen took Xiao Lan's hand?

He was standing just two steps away, and he saw everything clearly the whole time!

The surge of bitterness in Conan's heart made him feel uncomfortable all over!

He desperately wanted to rush forward and stand between the two of them, to say, "Let me help Sister Xiaolan," but his reason firmly suppressed his impulse.

What could he possibly say?

Xiaolan is indeed afraid of heights, and the suspension bridge is indeed very swaying.

Are you suggesting he run up to Xiaolan and say, "Let me help you up"?

Can he hold him up?

With the physique of a six-year-old elementary school student, it's questionable whether he can even walk steadily, let alone help a high school girl who is much taller than him.

We can't just let Xiaolan hold her head down and walk over there shakily, can we?

It's neither stable nor dignified to hold on to!

Sigh... Conan let out a long sigh in his heart.

He could only watch others hold Ran's hand and cross the bridge as Conan, unable to do anything about it.

He was extremely frustrated and powerless, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became!

Finally, frustrated, Conan simply turned his head to the other side, looking at the lush green mountain walls across the valley, forcibly diverting his attention by "observing the natural scenery."

Then he noticed something else.

As they were about to reach the other end of the suspension bridge, Conan's gaze inadvertently fell on a small, dark red stain on a wooden plank laid on the bridge.

"Hmm?" He stopped, squatted down, and rubbed his finger on the dark red mark.

Bloodstains!!

Bloodstains that haven't completely dried yet!!

Conan's internal alarm bells went off instantly!

He examined the plank closely and finally found several shallow, inconspicuous cut marks near the clips securing the ropes.

The mark was very fresh, right on the surface of the rope. Luckily, it hadn't been cut open, but it was almost undetectable unless you looked closely!

Conan's expression changed.

He slowly straightened up, glanced back at Lin Shen's back, then looked down at the rope marks left by the knife, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he didn't say anything and followed them.

The three of them walked along the forest path for about seven or eight minutes, and after turning through a dense thicket of trees, a huge holiday villa appeared in front of them.

Lin Shen stopped in his tracks, involuntarily letting out a surprised exclamation: "Wow..."

He didn't have a good impression of "the Suzuki family's resort" when he watched the anime.

The so-called "resort" in the anime was ridiculously small, at most just an ordinary two-story detached house, completely unworthy of the Suzuki sisters' status as super-rich heiresses.

But the building in front of us is a real "resort".

A luxurious two-story holiday villa nestled in a private mountain forest, its exterior walls are made of dark stone and logs, and large floor-to-ceiling windows reflect warm sunlight.

Judging by visual inspection, the building area is at least 300 square meters, with a spacious terrace and courtyard, and chimneys and skylights visible on the roof.

Xiaolan stood beside him, looking up at the villa, and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so big... No wonder it's the Suzuki Group, they're really rich."

Conan nodded. Even though he had known Sonoko for a long time, he was still deeply shocked by her wealth!

He habitually analyzed, "Moreover, it's considered good if you can stay in these holiday villas built deep in the mountains for ten days or so a year... Just the daily maintenance costs, such as lawn mowing, house repairs, and security systems, are a considerable expense."

Lin Shen nodded, thinking to himself: Compared to the Suzuki family, his savings were really just pocket money.

Amidst their reflections, the three of them arrived at the villa's gate.

Lin Shen pressed the doorbell.

Soon, the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside, and Sonoko's enthusiastic and energetic face appeared behind it.

She was wearing a loose, off-white knitted cardigan over a bright-colored tank top, and she looked much more casual than when she was at school.

"Coming, coming! I've been waiting for you!" Sonoko smiled and opened the door wide, stepping aside to make way for them, as warmly as if welcoming an old friend she hadn't seen in years. "Come in, come in! It's windy outside!"

After the three of them changed into slippers, Sonoko led them on a tour of the villa, introducing the different areas as they walked.

This is the living room, which connects to the wooden terrace in the backyard, where a barbecue grill and folding tables and chairs have already been set up.

Over there is an indoor cypress wood hot spring pool. The pool water is drawn directly from the back mountain, and there is a separate shower area and changing room next to it.

At the end of the corridor is a small recreation room with a pool table, dartboard, and a decent sound system;

There's also a mini bar hidden at the corner of the stairs, with a liquor cabinet filled with whiskies and liqueurs from various brands.

As Lin Shen listened, he couldn't help but marvel inwardly.

He gained a deeper understanding of the meaning of the word "rich person" once again.

Afterwards, Sonoko arranged for Lin Shen and Conan to stay in adjacent guest rooms on the second floor.

Lin Shen pushed open the door to his room. The room was small but very exquisite, with a south-facing window that offered a great view of a green canopy of trees and the distant mountain ridge.

He placed his backpack at the foot of the bed, and before he could even sit down, Conan blurted out, "President Lin, I saw bloodstains over at the suspension bridge, and someone cut several times on the securing ropes."

He looked into Lin Shen's eyes. "You fired because you saw those cuts, right?"

Lin Shen sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Conan's serious face, and smiled: "Your observation skills are quite impressive. Yes, that's true."

He shrugged. "I don't know who that person is, or why he cut the suspension bridge ropes."

"But someone who secretly sabotages a suspension bridge deep in the mountains is definitely not a good person."

"I'll strike first, is that a problem?"

Conan opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but he found that he couldn't find a strong angle to refute it.

He is a logical person, a rational person, not someone who argues for the sake of arguing.

Although he completely disapproved of Lin Shen's indiscriminate shooting and killing, from a purely consequences-oriented perspective, Lin Shen's actions were logically sound.

If the other party doesn't fire, but instead runs over and tries to grab the person.

In such terrain deep in the mountains and forests, the opponent can disappear without a trace in just a few seconds by disappearing into the woods.

The murderer escaped, but could return at any time to continue cutting the suspension bridge ropes, leaving a deadly hidden danger. Who would dare to walk on that bridge?

More importantly, anyone who would sabotage the suspension bridge, the only connection to the outside world, in such a remote mountain area must have some ulterior motive!

Conan remained silent for a long time, and in the end, he didn't say another word.

Seeing his silence, Lin Shen did not pursue the matter further.

He simply stood up, patted Conan on the shoulder, and said, "Don't overthink it. Since you're here on vacation, just relax."

After he finished speaking, he walked past Conan, left the room, and went downstairs to get a drink.

Conan stood there alone, his brows still furrowed, wondering who would do such a thing.