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

After finishing her workout, Yoko Okino's steps were unsteady, and she felt completely drained. She leaned against the wall and moved towards the bathroom.

She waved to Lin Shen, her voice hoarse and tired from exercise: "I can't go on... I'm going to take a shower and then go back to my room to sleep."

"Don't call me today, even if the sky falls, don't call me."

Lin Shen smiled and nodded at her, watching her drag her feet and disappear at the end of the corridor.

He seemed quite energetic.

After working up a good sweat, I felt like I was fully recharged, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, stretched his arms, checked his own condition, and couldn't help but give himself a mental thumbs up!

Daily exercise really does pay off.

Health is the foundation of everything!

However, we can't do this kind of workout with Yoko Okino every day.

It's too harmful to the body. Doing it every few days is enough to break the monotony of exercise!

Lin Shen changed into some dry clothes and went to the restaurant for dinner.

Mingmei served up golden-brown toast, tender scrambled eggs, a cup of perfectly heated black coffee, and a small dish of fruit on the side.

Lin Shen pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up his coffee, and took a sip. The temperature was just right—neither too hot nor too cold.

He was already used to Mingmei's thoughtfulness, so he didn't even need to say it.

As Akemi watched him eat, she said softly, "Mr. Lin, when I woke up this morning, I received a call from Gin."

Lin Shen paused in his actions, looked up at her, and asked, "Hmm? What did you say?"

"He asked me to work with another member of the organization on an assassination mission," Mingmei said with a hint of worry.

Because she was very clear about her own feelings towards her.

Lin Shen put down his fork, leaned forward slightly, and asked with interest, "What kind of assassination mission?"

Akemi shook her head: "I don't know yet. Gin didn't tell me the specifics of the mission over the phone, he only gave me the time and place, and said someone would contact me later."

"When will we meet up?"

"Tomorrow at 2 PM. Gin gave me an address."

After listening, Lin Shen replied almost without hesitation, "I'll go with you. I'll appear as your assistant."

Upon hearing this, Mingmei visibly breathed a sigh of relief. With Lin Shen backing her up, she felt more confident.

Even if she arrives at the scene tomorrow and finds it's a trap, she won't panic!

She put down her teacup, as if she had just remembered something: "Oh, right, there's one more thing."

"Ms. Ikeda would like to speak with you privately to discuss the details of that money laundering."

Lin Shen paused, his fork hovering in mid-air: "Why did she want to meet me? I wasn't directly involved in this matter; didn't I already hand it over entirely to you?"

Seeing his confused look, Akemi couldn't help but smile. "I think it's because Miss Ikeda is feeling insecure and wants to find some reassurance from you!"

Lin Shen was even more surprised and chuckled, "What? Do I look like the kind of person who doesn't keep their word?"

Mingmei slowly shook her head, her tone becoming more serious: "Mr. Lin, credit is something you can't see or touch, but transactions are real."

"Ms. Ikeda has been in this industry for so many years, she doesn't believe in the idea of ​​something falling from the sky."

"The terms you offered her were too good, so good that she actually felt uneasy!"

"She needs to meet with you alone... to feel at ease."

Lin Shen was delighted. Wasn't this just a case of someone delivering themselves right to his doorstep?

He's not exactly a saint, so of course he wouldn't refuse.

It's nice to change things up once in a while!

Sure enough, as long as a person is capable, he doesn't need to deliberately flirt with girls; they will come to him on their own!

"Okay, you can arrange it," he said, continuing to eat his breakfast.

Seeing that he agreed, Mingmei immediately took out her phone from her pocket: "Then I'll book a suite, and you can go over at noon to talk to her at your leisure."

…………

In the afternoon, at Cafe 221b.

There weren't many customers in the shop, only three or four tables, where people were chatting quietly, and the sound of the coffee machine could be heard softly behind the bar.

The door to the changing room on the side of the bar was pushed open, and Xiaolan came out dressed in a black and white maid outfit.

She had already finished school and gone home. She had changed into her work clothes, tied her apron, and tied her hair into a small ponytail, looking neat and tidy.

After she came out of the dressing room, her gaze first swept over the window seat in the store, as was her habit.

Empty.

Xiao Lan looked slightly disappointed; she hadn't expected President Lin to not come today.

She couldn't help but walk behind the bar and ask Akemi, "Akemi-neechan, isn't the president coming to the store today?"

Akemi was wiping coffee cups behind the bar when she heard this. She looked up at Ran and replied with a smile, "The president is busy with other things today, so he probably won't be coming."

After hearing this answer, Xiaolan paused for a moment, then asked again, "What about tomorrow? Will you come tomorrow?"

Akemi continued wiping the cups, then shook her head: "The president has things to do tomorrow, so he probably won't be coming."

"I see..." Xiaolan's voice unconsciously lowered.

She lowered her head, gently flicked the coffee menu stand on the bar with her finger, and said nothing.

Akemi put the cleaned cup back on the cup holder, glanced at her, and asked gently, "Is there something you need from the president? You can tell me, and I'll pass it on for you."

Xiaolan looked up, a slightly embarrassed smile on her face: "Actually, it's nothing much... I just wanted to say thank you to him."

Mingmei understood immediately upon hearing this.

She smiled knowingly, lowering her voice slightly: "Is it about what happened last night?"

Xiaolan paused, a hint of surprise in her expression: "Huh? The club president told you?"

Mingmei nodded, a gentle smile on her face: "He said so. He also said you're very brave."

"An ordinary high school student dared to do something like this with his father for his safety. He said you are really amazing."

Xiaolan's face flushed red.

She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the edge of her apron, her voice becoming soft, filled with shyness and embarrassment: "Um... I didn't actually do anything."

"I was just a bystander throughout the whole process and didn't help the president at all."

Upon hearing this, Mingmei did not agree. Instead, she reached out and took Xiaolan's hand, leading her to sit down at an empty table nearby. "Xiaolan, don't say that."

"The fact that you went with them is already very brave. You've taken the hardest first step."

Akemi paused slightly at this point, then softened her tone, "Having seen so many...scenes like that last night, did you not sleep well?"

Xiaolan's eyes flickered slightly when she heard the question.

She was silent for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement.

Akemi did not show any surprise.

She leaned back in her chair, speaking as if she were recounting something she herself had experienced: "It's normal to not be able to sleep."

"When I first saw so many people die in front of me, I didn't sleep well for several days."

She lowered her head slightly as she spoke, as if recalling some unpleasant experience.

"At that time, I even felt that Mr. Lin was being too disrespectful to life."

When Xiaolan heard this, her eyes widened slightly.

She didn't say anything, but her expression betrayed her!

That's what she really thought!

Mingmei looked at her without blaming or lecturing her.

She simply nodded slightly, then changed the subject: "But Xiaolan, think about it again. Who were those dead people?"

"They are killers. Professional killers who take lives for money."

"What do you think will happen if they are allowed to continue living?"

"Today their target might be Mr. Maori, tomorrow an upright judge, and the day after tomorrow a completely innocent doctor."

After saying this, Mingmei paused, letting the words linger in Xiaolan's mind for a moment, before slowly continuing:

"What Mr. Lin is doing isn't necessarily right. That's why I'm staying by his side; I want to keep an eye on him."

"I hope he won't kill innocent people indiscriminately..."

Xiaolan stared blankly at Mingmei, the complex emotions in her eyes gradually settling and relaxing.

Mingmei pressed her advantage, gently placing her hand on Xiaolan's: "Xiaolan—would you be willing to help me keep an eye on Mr. Lin? To make sure he doesn't do anything reckless?"

Xiaolan remained silent for a long while. Then she slowly nodded.

"Actually, I don't blame President Lin." Her voice was low but sincere. "He only did these things because he agreed to my request."

"If anyone is to blame, it's myself."

Upon hearing this, Mingmei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, the verbal sparring worked!

She squeezed Xiaolan's hand, her tone softening: "It's perfectly normal for you to have these thoughts."

"As children, who wouldn't want their parents to be safe and sound? If I were in their shoes, I would do the same."

"No—it's not just me. I think most people would do the same."

Upon hearing these words, Xiaolan felt as if a heavy weight had finally been lifted from her heart.

These words brought her a great sense of relief.

It turns out I'm not the only one who would choose to do this.

Great.