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

Inside the hotel suite.

Chikako Ikeda is doing squats like crazy in the deep forest, seriously training herself!

Lin Shen, meanwhile, was reading Ikeda Chikako's latest novel, page by page.

This quiet scene lasted for about a few minutes.

Chikako Ikeda's breathing became heavier, her movements and expressions changed, sweat dripped from her forehead, and her whole body trembled slightly.

Finally, her legs gave way, and with a scream, she fell into Lin Shen's arms.

Chikako Ikeda leaned against him, panting heavily. Her chest heaved violently, and her sweat-soaked vest clung to her skin. She looked like a machine that had just finished operating at high intensity and was cooling down.

Lin Shen did not push her away.

He casually tossed the novel aside and said, "You plagiarized this novel, didn't you?"

Chikako Ikeda's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

It was very short, only about half a second.

She leaned against him, responding in a tone that was both reproachful and coquettish: "President, don't you believe I wrote this?"

She seemed genuinely wronged.

Lin Shen looked down at her, a smile playing on his lips: "You're used to copying others, so you're unwilling to put in the effort to write your own."

"Why bother painstakingly crafting something word by word when you can sell it for a good price if you can cobble it together?" Am I right?

Chikako Ikeda was speechless for a moment after hearing his words.

Her aggrieved expression froze on her face for a couple of seconds, then slowly faded, and she said with a hint of guilt, "...I only borrowed a small part!"

Lin Shen was speechless. He said, "You can spend some money on this kind of thing. Spend some money! Even buying the rights to someone else's novel wouldn't cost much!"

"Blatantly plagiarizing like this, what's the difference between you and a bandit? No, you're even worse than a bandit! You plagiarize someone else's work and expect them not to cause trouble? Disgusting!"

Chikako Ikeda opened her mouth, then awkwardly offered a defense: "Everyone does it... It's just an unspoken rule in the industry. Nobody really cares..."

Lin Shen didn't give her a chance to finish. He interrupted her directly, his tone resolute: "Not here."

"What we're doing is illegal. We'll try to avoid as much trouble as possible."

"Tomorrow, go and buy the copyright to the original author's novel."

"Money is not a problem. I'll pay for it."

When Chikako Ikeda heard that she didn't have to pay for it herself, what else was there to say?

She nodded immediately: "Okay. I'll take care of it tomorrow."

Lin Shen looked down at her without saying a word.

He felt that she was still not very reassuring, and that simply agreeing verbally was not enough.

We need to make her truly internalize this.

So he spent more time giving her a good scolding, making her understand that plagiarism is a shameful act!

Chikako Ikeda screamed repeatedly as she was being disciplined.

At first, she was able to shout a few words like "President, I was wrong," "I really remember," and "Stop hitting me."

A short while later, the other person could no longer speak a complete sentence, and could only make intermittent moans.

A while later, Chikako Ikeda stopped even her screams and lost consciousness.

Lin Shen then stopped. He knew that this was too violent, but if he didn't use a heavy hand, the other party might not learn their lesson!

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Noon the next day.

The car drove for almost an hour on the suburban road.

The city's skyscrapers are slowly being left behind, replaced by increasingly sparse buildings and vast tracts of wasteland.

Abandoned factories and rusty GG signs began to appear along the roadside, and weeds grew wildly from the cracks in the asphalt, scraping against the undercarriage panels of cars and making a rustling sound.

Mingmei gripped the steering wheel, her gaze fixed straight ahead, her expression calm.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Lin Shen looked out at the increasingly desolate scenery and couldn't help but complain, "What the hell? Why did they have to choose this godforsaken place as our meeting point?"

"Doesn't the organization have a proper office? Even renting a shared workspace would be better than this."

Akemi's eyes never left the road, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly as she added, "They're probably going to do something shady."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shen turned to look at her and retorted, "Do they do something that can be shown to others?"

Akemi thought for a moment, then couldn't help but smile: "That's true."

During the conversation, the car eventually stopped in front of an abandoned building.

The building is about four or five stories high. A large section of the mortar on the exterior wall has peeled off, revealing the blackened red bricks inside. Most of the glass in several windows is broken, and the remaining panes are so dirty that they cannot let in any light.

The building was surrounded by waist-high weeds that rustled in the wind.

There is a river right behind the building. The water is murky and green, and the current is very slow. It doesn't look like there are any fish.

Mingmei turned off the engine and opened the car door: "Let's go, it's on the rooftop."

As the two walked through the lobby, there were shards of broken glass and dried muddy footprints scattered on the ground, and some graffiti that was hard to decipher was spray-painted on the walls.

The stair railing was rusted and crumbling, and it creaked when you stepped on it.

Lin Shen frowned as he walked uphill, fanning himself with his hand in front of his nose.

There was a smell of dust mixed with mildew in the hallway.

He didn't say anything more, but quickened his pace, with Mingmei following behind him.

The door on the roof was a rusted tin door, half-open.

Lin Shen reached out and pushed the iron door open, and the door made a sharp, dry, scraping sound from the hinges.

The sunlight streaming in from outside brought a breath of fresher air than that in the hallway.

The wind was strong on the rooftop, making his clothes flutter wildly.

There were three people standing on the roof.

Gin was wearing a long black trench coat and a black top hat.

Vodka, a burly man wearing sunglasses, stood half a step behind Gin.

There was another person standing about two meters away from them, a man with striking white hair who looked to be only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

This kid was wearing a leather jacket, his hands in his pockets, his chin slightly raised, and his expression was particularly arrogant.

When he saw Mingmei and Lin Shen walk out from behind the iron gate, his brows immediately furrowed: "Huh? Why are there two of them?"

Akemi stopped and replied expressionlessly, "He is my assistant."

Upon hearing this, the white-haired young man's tone became even more impolite: "An assistant? You think you can just bring one? Do you know what kind of people come here?"

"What right does an assistant have to stand here?"

His voice sounded a bit noisy, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, babbling incessantly.

"Do you know how important this mission is? If you mess this up—" he was still saying.

Lin Shen frowned, feeling somewhat annoyed.

He noticed that ever since he went upstairs, the white-haired man's mouth hadn't stopped, constantly chattering in a shrill and annoying voice.

I didn't sleep well last night because I stayed up too late.

Now the other person is babbling on and on, it's so annoying.

Lin Shen didn't waste any words and pulled out his gun.

boom! !

Gunshots rang out on the rooftop, short and powerful.

The young man with white hair had a hole on his forehead.

His words caught in his throat, his body froze for about half a second, and then he fell straight down like a sawn log.

The rooftop fell silent.

The sound of the wind became clear again, stirring up the scattered pebbles and dust on the ground.