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

The moment those words were spoken, the surrounding detectives were stunned.

After a brief silence, the murmurs spread rapidly like ripples.

"What? He's the culprit in the case of the Sorrowful Man?"

"Really? That case that's been unsolved for eighteen years?"

"Unexpectedly, by sheer chance... we've found the real culprit!"

"This money was hidden so well. If we hadn't searched this place today, we probably would never have found it in our lives."

Sato Miwako squatted next to the travel bag, her fingers still tightly gripping the edge of a stack of banknotes, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She lowered her head, her lips trembling slightly, and silently murmured in her heart: I finally caught him. Dad. I finally.

However, at that moment, a voice rang out from behind the crowd.

The voice was calm and measured, carrying the certainty and unquestionable authority characteristic of a professional detective: "No, that's not right."

Everyone turned their heads away.

A middle-aged detective in a gray suit stepped out from behind the crowd.

He didn't look at Miwako Sato, nor at Shuji Kano, but stared directly at the pile of money on the ground, and continued in a very certain tone:

"Would anyone keep stolen money for eighteen years without spending it?"

"I bet this money... he made it from selling those arms!"

This statement was like a stone thrown into calm water.

Inspector Megure was stunned.

Sato Miwako was also stunned.

After their initial surprise, the surrounding detectives quickly exchanged knowing glances and revealed expressions of sudden realization.

Solving a mere 18-year-old cold case is nothing special, no matter how great the achievement.

But the label of "accomplice of terrorists"—that's the real big case.

If someone can pinpoint this clue, it won't be as simple as just "solving an old case."

Shuji Kano's face turned ashen in an instant.

He struggled violently, his voice becoming shrill and urgent: "No! No! I have nothing to do with that terrorist!"

"I've been framed! These guns aren't mine!"

He frantically turned his head to look for Sato Miwako, his voice almost pleading, "Miwako! Please say something for me!"

"I am the perpetrator in the case of the 'Sorrowful Man'—I did it, I confess!"

"But I really have nothing to do with that terrorist!"

Sato Miwako opened her mouth, about to say something, when the middle-aged detective in the gray suit strode up to Kano Shuji, raised his hand, and punched him hard in the face.

Shuji Kano's head snapped to one side, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and he was so badly beaten that he could barely stand.

The detective withdrew his fist, looked down at him, and said in a cold, unyielding tone, "Whether he is an accomplice of terrorists or not, we will find out."

"Shut up."

Sato Miwako watched this scene, wanting to stop it but hesitating for a moment.

She recognized the man in the gray suit.

The senior officer in the First Investigation Division was more experienced and higher-ranking than her, and was even a professional!

She was just a police inspector in the fourth investigation unit.

In a workplace environment that values ​​seniority and seniority, she had no right to speak at all!

She could only manage a calm tone as she said, "Senior... let's take him back to the Metropolitan Police Department for a proper interrogation first."

The detective in the gray suit didn't even look at her. He simply waved his hand, signaling the officer next to him to take Shuji Kano away.

Two police officers grabbed Shuji Kano's arms and dragged him toward the door.

As Shuji Kano was being dragged past Miwako Sato, he turned and glanced at her.

That one look contained so much—grievance, helplessness, and a cry for help.

Miwako Sato stood still, her fingers curling slightly.

She wanted to follow, but as soon as she took a step, she was blocked by another detective.

The detective turned his head and glanced at her without saying anything, but the meaning in his eyes was very clear.

What happens next is none of your business!

Miwako Sato stopped in her tracks.

She stood in the middle of the ransacked living room, watching Shuji Kano's figure being dragged away and disappearing into the night outside the entrance hall.

The police lights outside the window were still turning, and the alternating red and blue lights swept across the living room wall repeatedly.

She looked down at the hole dug in the ground and the bundles of yellowed banknotes scattered beside it.

She clenched her fist, then slowly relaxed it.

She knew there was nothing more she could do.

She could only silently hope in her heart that Shuji Kano would escape this calamity.

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221B Cafe, inside the staff break room.

Lin Shen, Xiao Lan, and Yuan Zi were watching a scene unfold at Shuji Kano's house through the security camera.

After seeing that Shuji Kano had been forcibly labeled as an accomplice of terrorists by the police officers, Lin Shen took him away immediately.

He exclaimed, "These police officers didn't even bother to investigate; they just treated him as an accomplice. Wow, is it really that corrupt?"

Xiaolan, equally astonished, exclaimed, "Yes!! How could they do this without any evidence or proof?"

Sonoko crossed her arms and said with a half-smile, "Oh dear, you're all making a fuss over nothing!"

"This kind of thing happens very often at the Metropolitan Police Department!!"

Lin Shen asked curiously, "Hmm? Sonoko, you seem to know quite a bit about her?"

Xiaolan also said, "Yes! How did you know?"

After adjusting her posture, Sonoko said, "I heard it from the son of a police superintendent at a party."

"As for the name, it's not convenient to mention it in advance."

"But in short, these detectives will stop at nothing to achieve their targets and solve cases!!"

"They can arrest whomever they want, and fabricate evidence if there isn't any!"

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan was somewhat incredulous: "This...this can't be right, can it? This is far too...childish."

Sonoko sighed and said to Ran, "Sigh, Ran. Society is just so dark!!"

"If the Metropolitan Police Department weren't so incompetent, how could Shinichi have been hailed by the media as the 'savior of the Metropolitan Police Department'?"

Lin Shen thought about it carefully, and it really was true.

No matter how smart Shinichi is, he's still just a second-year high school student.

He solved several cases and was lauded by the media, who called him "the savior of the Metropolitan Police Department."

Isn't this a direct mockery of the Metropolitan Police Department's incompetence?

Sonoko stretched and said contentedly, "Alright, alright~~ Now that the criminal has been brought to justice, our operation tonight can be considered a great success!!"

She glanced at her watch and said, "It's getting late, I need to go home!"

See you tomorrow~~

After waving goodbye to Lin Shen and Xiao Lan, Yuanzi called the nanny car to pick her up at the coffee shop entrance.

Xiaolan also said goodbye and returned to the detective agency.

Lin Shen tidied up the coffee shop and was about to close when Sato Miwako arrived.