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

the next morning.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting a bright white band of light on the floor.

When Xiaolan opened her eyes, she stared at the ceiling for a few seconds in a daze.

Memories of last night flooded back like a tide, but she didn't let herself dwell on them for too long.

She rolled over and sat up, rubbed her face vigorously, then got out of bed and started doing what she needed to do.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, and change into your school uniform.

After Ran left the bathroom, she knocked on Conan's door: "Conan, wake up, you're going to be late."

Then she went into the kitchen, tied on an apron, took out eggs, ham, and milk from the refrigerator, and began preparing breakfast.

The oil in the frying pan sizzled, and the edges of the eggs slowly curled up white in the hot oil, filling the kitchen with the aroma of food.

She took two plates from the cupboard, arranged the fried eggs and ham on them, and then cut a few slices of toast and placed them on the small grill.

When she came out of the kitchen with breakfast, the TV in the living room was on, and Conan was watching the morning news.

The female host sat in the studio, her expression dignified and serious, while a line of eye-catching subtitles scrolled across the bottom of the screen.

Her voice came through the television speakers clearly: "Around 7 p.m. last night, two suspects broke into the Metropolitan Police Department and took away a female suspect, Tachibana Maya, who was being interrogated."

Police stated that two suspects impersonated officers to infiltrate the interrogation area, injured several officers, and fled the scene with the suspects.

"Police are currently making every effort to locate the suspect. If any members of the public have any relevant information, please contact the Metropolitan Police Department immediately."

Conan's eyes widened in surprise. "What?! That female assassin got away?" he exclaimed.

His voice suddenly rose, filled with obvious anxiety, "Oh dear, this is troublesome! What if she goes to get revenge on Uncle Mori again?"

Ran carried the plate to the table and silently placed the breakfast in front of Conan.

After hearing Conan's words, she paused in her actions, then replied in a worried tone, "I'll call Dad later and remind him to be careful lately."

As she spoke, she pushed the plate of fried eggs toward Conan, her gaze not meeting the television screen for long.

She didn't tell Conan that the female assassin wouldn't be coming back because she didn't know how to explain why she knew about it.

Conan frowned, poking at the fried egg on his plate with his fork, and sighed, "Well, that's all we can do... Hopefully, the Metropolitan Police Department can catch them soon."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and began to eat breakfast, seemingly accepting the explanation for the time being.

Xiaolan sat down opposite him and picked up a slice of toast, taking small bites.

Then the picture on the TV changed.

The female host's voice rang out again: "Next up is a breaking news report."

"Around 9 p.m. last night, a large-scale explosion occurred at a housekeeping company."

"Based on the initial assessment by firefighters at the scene, the explosion is suspected to be caused by a gas leak!"

"The fire department is currently conducting a further investigation into the cause of the accident."

The television feed switched to the scene.

The windows on the fourth floor of a four-story building were all shattered, and the exterior walls were covered with large black scorch marks. Broken glass and twisted metal frames were scattered on the ground below. Several fire trucks were parked on the side of the road, and long white jets of water were spraying from the fire hoses onto the still smoking windows.

Conan's gaze was drawn to the scene.

Holding his milk glass, he looked at the chaotic scene on the TV screen and couldn't help but mutter, "Wow, that explosion was incredibly powerful! Can a gas explosion be that strong?"

"But... a housekeeping company doesn't usually use gas."

"strangeness."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Xiaolan's hand, holding the toast, paused slightly in mid-air. She mumbled a reply, "Y-you're right..."

Then she immediately changed her tone, urging, "Conan, stop watching the news and hurry up and eat! Stop watching the news or you'll be late."

Conan said "Oh," turned his gaze away from the TV screen, picked up his milk cup, and gulped down a large mouthful without thinking further.

Xiaolan lowered her head and silently ate the toast in her hand.

He chewed slowly, his gaze fixed on a spot on the table that seemed unfocused, and he could almost hear the echo of last night's explosion.

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Inside the gym of a villa deep in the woods.

After Lin Shen and Yoko Okino finished their workout, he gave Yoko Okino a massage to relax her muscles.

Yoko Okino lay on the massage bed, her face buried in the breathing hole, and let out a comfortable sigh.

Lin Shen was sitting on a folding chair next to her, his hands on either side of her shoulder blades, gently pushing her muscles with the heels of his palms.

A wall-mounted TV is hanging on the wall of the gym, and the screen is playing the morning news.

"Regarding the explosion that occurred in the port area last night, a joint investigation by the fire department and the Metropolitan Police Department has preliminarily ruled out the possibility of arson."

"Preliminary investigation indicates the explosion was caused by a gas leak resulting from an aging gas pipeline. Police are reminding nearby residents to be aware of gas safety and to regularly check their home gas appliances..."

When Lin Shen heard the news, he paused for a moment.

He almost burst out laughing when he saw the female host on the TV screen solemnly reporting on the "gas leak".

Is the gas pipeline aging?

He clearly remembered what he had done on that floor last night.

Three RPGs, a door blown open with C4, a Stinger missile, and they left with a considerable amount of C4 bombs to clean up the scene before leaving.

Moreover, there were at least a dozen bodies lying on that floor, their faces mangled beyond recognition, along with guns, shrapnel from riot shields, and an RPG launcher lying on the balcony.

He just wanted to know—how did the police intend to explain the bodies and guns as a "gas leak"?

Are you suggesting that a gas leak blew those guns out of the cabinet?

He stopped what he was doing, stood there watching the television screen, a barely suppressed mocking smile on his lips.

Clearly, the police are suppressing the news again.

The Metropolitan Police Department must have already discovered the true identity of that housekeeping company.

But if this gets out, the consequences will be beyond what the Metropolitan Police Department can handle.

An assassin organization had been operating in downtown Tokyo for years, masquerading as a legitimate company and operating right under the nose of the Metropolitan Police Department, until finally its hideout was wiped out by someone who appeared out of nowhere driving an RPG.

If this kind of news gets out, where will the entire Metropolitan Police Department leadership put their faces?

Therefore, the best way to handle this is to suppress it and classify it as a normal gas leak accident.

Lin Shen shook his head.

No wonder so many people don't trust the Metropolitan Police Department.

When the police are unreliable, they only cover up the truth when something happens, and their official response to the public is always "under investigation."

Anyone who believes that is a fool.

With the internet so developed now, we no longer live in an era where we believe everything we hear on TV news.

Photos and videos of the explosion site last night were probably already circulating on various social media platforms by early this morning.

Various speculations, discussions, and conspiracy theories have already caused quite a stir.

The police are still using the narrative of traditional media to deceive people, thinking that by unifying the statements on television news, they can suppress the news.

He was amused as well.

"Mr. Lin, why did you stop?" Yoko Okino's voice came from the massage bed, urging, "Continue."

Lin Shen snapped out of his reverie and looked away from the television screen.

He placed his palm back on her shoulder blade and continued the massage he hadn't finished earlier.