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

Shinkansen, murder scene.

The train was stopped on the tracks, and yellow warning tape was set up on both sides of the carriages.

Detectives from the Metropolitan Police Department bustled about inside and outside the train carriage, their flashes going off on and off inside the windows.

Megure stood next to the window seat in the middle of the carriage, hands on his hips, looking down at the corpse slumped on the seat.

The prosecutor's chest wound looked particularly shocking under the light of the overhead lamp in the carriage!

The coat was torn open with a charred hole at the edge, and the white fabric cover of the seat back was soaked with dark red blood, which was still slowly seeping down the fabric.

He stared at the wound... no, to be precise, the hole.

He stared at the hole for a long time, then took off his hat, rubbed his head, and let out a long sigh: "Oh, what a tragedy..."

Miwako Sato stood next to him.

She was holding a crime scene investigation record board, and her expression wasn't very pleasant.

She glanced down at the preliminary assessment report that had just been written on the whiteboard and said calmly, "Inspector, the investigation results are in."

"The weapon used 12.7×99 mm bullets."

She paused here, as if she needed some time to process the information, "It is preliminarily determined that the other party was not using an ordinary sniper rifle."

She looked up at Inspector Megure, frowned, and said, "It should be... a large-caliber weapon like the Barrett."

When Inspector Megure heard that word, his expression became even more pained.

He pulled his hat back up on his head and couldn't help but let out a long, heavy sigh: "Sigh, what grudge could they possibly hold against me? To kill a prosecutor, they need a Barrett?"

He paced back and forth in the narrow passageway with his hands on his hips, as if challenging himself. "This is too outrageous... Let's find out who the deceased offended in his lifetime."

"If there wasn't some deep-seated hatred, there wouldn't be a need to use anti-materiel weapons."

Miwako Sato nodded and added a note to the record board.

Then he added, "Also, we found several bullet graze marks on the exterior of the train near the side where the shooting occurred."

"Judging from the angle and location of the bullet holes, the killer probably didn't initially use a weapon like the Barrett."

She closed the clipboard, her expression a subtle speechlessness. "They probably tried a few shots with a regular sniper rifle first, and when they found it wasn't effective, they switched to a Barrett."

Upon hearing this, Inspector Megure was momentarily at a loss for what expression to make in response.

Just then, Inspector Megure's phone rang.

He picked it up and glanced at the screen—Takagi Wataru.

After the call connected, Takagi Wataru's voice, slightly panting from walking quickly, came through the receiver: "Inspector! We found a rifle on the roof of an abandoned building, about a few kilometers from the Shinkansen!"

"Several spent cartridge cases are scattered on the ground, including 12.7×99 mm cartridge cases!"

Upon hearing that the investigation had yielded a lead, Inspector Megure immediately perked up. His voice, gripping the phone, became urgent and clear: "Secure the scene immediately!"

"Also, take all the guns and shell casings to the forensic department for testing, focusing on fingerprints!"

After hanging up the phone, he put it back in his pocket, stood in the aisle of the carriage with his hands on his hips, and sighed heavily again: "Sigh, but murders like this are most likely the work of hitmen."

"Another troublesome case."

His voice carried an undisguised weariness and sorrow. "What kind of madman has recently arrived in Tokyo?"

"He was giving out handguns everywhere on Valentine's Day, causing trouble with all sorts of heavy weapons, even using RPG launchers... He would just throw them away after he was done using them and not take them with him."

Megure's tone was filled with helplessness.

Sato Miwako stood beside him and also sighed softly.

Her gaze fell on her reflection in the car window, and her voice carried a hint of heaviness: "Isn't that right?"

"Recently, the number of crimes has been rising sharply, and the criminals are becoming increasingly audacious. Some time ago, someone broke into Inspector Matsumoto's daughter's wedding to attempt an assassination."

"How long has it been? Someone has stormed into the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters again and taken away a suspect who was being interrogated."

She paused here and didn't continue.

The two fell silent, deeply troubled by Tokyo's security situation.

The only sounds in the carriage were the shutter clicks of forensic officers taking photos and the low hum of electrical equipment.

It was past nine o'clock at night when Sato Miwako came out of the deceased's family's house.

She stood downstairs at the apartment building, looked up at the night sky, and saw that the city sky was a dark orange hue, illuminated by streetlights and neon lights, with hardly any stars in sight.

She looked down at her watch.

It ended at 9:10, a little earlier than expected.

I've been running since this afternoon.

The on-site investigation, interviews with witnesses, and notification to the deceased's family members were all conducted without even a moment to sit down and have a drink of water.

She felt a slight ache in her heels and her eyelids were heavy, but her mind was still working.

A prosecutor died today, a serving prosecutor who was investigating a major economic crime case.

He was shot and killed on a high-speed Shinkansen train.

The killer used a Barrett rifle.

The mere mention of the name Barrett is enough to put everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department on edge.

The presence of a weapon of this caliber at a murder scene in a civilian district of Tokyo is itself an extremely dangerous sign.

Not to mention, she received the news after the incident this afternoon.

Those high-ranking officials who rarely show their faces and lived in Tokyo's Minato and Chiyoda wards began calling the Metropolitan Police Department that very night through various channels. Their tones were increasingly urgent, their wording increasingly harsh, but their underlying message was largely the same:

Solve the case as soon as possible, bring the culprit to justice, and ensure that similar incidents never happen again!

As Sato Miwako stepped out of the apartment building and stood on the sidewalk, she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "They've done so many bad things, yet now they're more afraid of death than anyone else."

She stretched her stiff neck and decided to find a place to sit down and have a cup of coffee to relax and refresh herself before going back to the Metropolitan Police Department to work overtime.

She walked along the street for a while and saw a shop on the street corner with warm yellow lights on—the sign read "221B Cafe." The shop was small, and soft light shone through the glass door.

Seeing that the shop was still open, Sato Miwako went over and pushed the door open to go inside.

The wind chimes on the door made a crisp sound.

As she stepped into the store, her gaze habitually swept over the surroundings.

Then her gaze lingered on the booth by the window.

A man in a dark gray casual shirt was sitting in the booth, while a girl in a maid's outfit was sitting on his lap.

The girl was sitting sideways, holding a white porcelain spoon in her hand, and was bringing the spoon to the man's lips. The spoon contained a dark red liquid—it looked like goji berry water.

The warm yellow light inside the store illuminated this scene, making it look both natural and ambiguous.

Sato Miwako recognized the man: Lin Shen, the owner of the coffee shop.

She recognized the girl too—Ran Mouri, Kogoro Mouri's daughter, the high school girl who often helped out at the shop.

Hmm? It seems she's discovered something incredible!

Kudo-kun, your head looks a little green~~