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

After Lin Shen got out of the car, he took two masks from the storage box and handed one to Xiao Lan.

Xiaolan took the mask, her fingers pinching the thin blue non-woven fabric, her expression hesitant: "Just putting on a mask is enough? Are we just going to go into the Metropolitan Police Department like this?"

"The police will probably find out..."

Lin Shen put on his mask as well, adjusted the metal strip at the bridge of his nose, then smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "Don't be nervous."

He gestured with his chin toward the corner of the parking lot. "Wait in the car for a bit. I'll go borrow some clothes from those two."

Xiaolan followed his gaze and saw a man and a woman in suits standing in the shadows of the parking lot corner, leaning against the wall smoking.

The two men looked like they were taking a break from their night shift to get some fresh air; they had cigarettes in their hands and were chatting casually.

Lin Shen walked towards the two people, his pace unhurried and his demeanor natural.

He stopped in front of the two men and asked politely, "Excuse me... are you two police officers?"

The man and woman turned around and looked at him at the same time.

The older male police officer, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looked him up and down and asked, "Yes, what's the matter?"

The policewoman turned around, a cigarette between her fingers, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Lin Shen smiled, his tone still very polite: "It's nothing special, I just wanted to borrow something from you two."

The policewoman raised an eyebrow and asked with some curiosity, "Borrow what?"

Lin Shen's answer was brief: "Clothes."

The moment those words were spoken, his fist was already out.

He delivered a clean and decisive punch to the male police officer's neck.

His movements were quick and precise.

Before the male police officer could react, his eyes rolled upwards after being hit, and before he could even exhale the cigarette from his mouth, he slid limply against the wall, without even letting out a muffled groan.

The policewoman paused for a moment, her reaction clearly a beat slow.

She had just turned her gaze from her companion back to Lin Shen, her mouth half-open.

Lin Shen didn't pause at all; he turned around and kicked the policewoman in the head.

The policewoman was also kicked unconscious and fell to the ground with a thud.

The whole process took less than five seconds.

Lin Shen squatted down and deftly pulled off the male policeman's jacket and pants, then did the same to the female policeman.

He also took the identification cards of the two men and hid the two unconscious police officers in a corner.

He then folded his clothes and documents and tucked them under his arm before standing up and walking back towards the car.

"Put it on." When Lin Shen returned to the car, he handed the female police uniform to Xiao Lan, placed the male police uniform on the roof of the car, and began to unbutton his own coat.

Xiao Lan took the women's uniform that Lin Shen handed her with a blank expression.

The two policemen, dressed only in their underwear, lay unconscious against the wall in the corner of the parking lot.

Her expression turned utterly astonished: "President... so this is what you mean by 'borrowing'..."

"Otherwise what? You think I'd really go and negotiate with them?" Lin Shen had already taken off his coat and was putting on the men's police uniform. "I don't know them, why would they lend me their clothes?"

He said this with such confidence that it left people speechless for a moment.

Xiaolan was silent for a moment, then said nothing more. She gritted her teeth, got into the back seat, took off her coat and skirt, and put on the women's suit.

The suit jacket was a little too big for her, so she rolled up the sleeves, buttoned it up, and tied her hair up, tucking it behind the jacket collar.

The moment Xiaolan pushed open the car door from the back seat and stood up again, she looked completely different from a few minutes ago.

If you weren't someone who knew Xiaolan very well, you wouldn't recognize her at all!

Lin Shen has also changed.

After buttoning up his shirt and straightening his collar, he hung his ID card around his neck, glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, and, after confirming that everything was in order, said, "Let's go."

The two walked side by side toward the main entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The closer Xiaolan got to the glass door, the faster her heart beat.

She could hear her footsteps echoing in the empty square, one after another, each landing sounding as if someone was counting for her.

She could clearly feel the ID card on her chest reflecting the light, as if afraid that others wouldn't see it clearly.

Her breathing became rapid, and her fingers, gripping the hem of her clothes, tightened unconsciously.

"Don't be nervous." Lin Shen's voice came from beside her, low and casual: "The police in the Metropolitan Police Department are very busy."

"Police officers are also working professionals. Working professionals are all the same. When they get busy, they only care about their own tasks and have no time to care who the people passing by are."

"Look over there—" He gestured towards the lobby with his chin, "That receptionist is writing a report with her head down, she hasn't even looked up."

"The one walking down the corridor over there, holding a cup of coffee, is probably thinking about when he can get off work tonight."

"They don't have the energy to pay attention to others."

Xiao Lan looked in the direction he indicated, and sure enough, it was just as he said.

She took a deep breath, loosened her clenched fist slightly, and adjusted her pace to make it more natural.

She imitated Lin Shen, looking straight ahead without looking into anyone's eyes or deliberately avoiding their gaze.

"Oh, right," Lin Shen added, his tone more relaxed, "we can chat as we walk, about anything we want."

"In short, you have to pretend to be very busy. A working person who has been busy all day and just wants to get off work as soon as possible doesn't have time to chat with people."

"Okay, okay," Xiaolan replied, her voice still a little tense. "Then... what should I say later?"

"Just say you've been working overtime all night and haven't eaten yet, and ask me which convenience store to go to to buy bread later." Lin Shen casually made up a line for her, so naturally it sounded like it was real.

"..." Xiaolan paused for a moment, then couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "President, you're so good at making up these kinds of lines..."

"Practice makes perfect," Lin Shen said without changing his expression.

The two walked side by side into the Metropolitan Police Department building, chatting quietly as they went.

As Lin Shen was passing through the turnstile, he chatted with Xiao Lan about whether to buy curry buns or fried noodles, and casually took out his ID card and held it against the sensor area—with a "beep," the green light turned on.

He pushed the lever and walked over.

Xiao Lan followed behind him and imitated him by sticking her ID card onto the sensor area, and the green light came on.

When she pushed the lever and walked over, her movements were slightly stiff, but no one noticed.

Despite the presence of staff and on-duty personnel all around, not a single person lingered on them for even a second longer.

Just as Lin Shen said, office workers are so busy that they don't have time to pay attention to other unfamiliar faces!