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

Just as Lin Shen was about to close the door and was about to flip over the "Open for Business" sign, a hand suddenly pressed down from the outside, stopping him from flipping the sign.

"President Lin, are you still open for business?" Sato Miwako's hair was a little messy, and the collar of her coat was slightly open, making it look like she had just run all the way from somewhere.

Lin Shen glanced at her, his attitude clear: "We're not open for business anymore. We were just about to close up and go to sleep."

"If there's anything, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

Sato Miwako paused for a moment, a look on her face saying, "Why don't you play by the rules?"

In her mind, the normal scenario would be that she would say, "President Lin, can we still have a cup of coffee now?" and he would say, "If it's the last cup, no problem."

She took a deep breath, flung open the glass door, squeezed half her body inside, and said, "Oh, I'm already here, won't you have a drink with me?"

As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed Lin Shen's arm, dragging him a few steps into the store.

Lin Shen was speechless at her smooth and effortless actions.

He was about to close up shop and go to sleep, but someone dragged him back to drink with them.

He said in a tone of exasperation, "Officer Sato, why are you so shameless? I already told you I was going to close the door and go to sleep."

Miwako Sato pretended not to hear his protest. She looked at the refrigerator and said, "Don't you have any alcohol here?"

Lin Shen leaned back in his booth chair and said matter-of-factly, "Nonsense! This is a coffee shop, where would I get alcohol?"

Sato Miwako, hands on her hips, looking helpless, said, "Fine! You wait here, I'll go to the convenience store next door!"

"Don't close the door! Don't run away!! If you run, you're not a man!!"

After saying that, she turned around and ran out of the glass door without waiting for Lin Shen's reply.

Lin Shen sat in the booth, watching her figure disappear outside the store, and couldn't help but shake his head.

This was the first time he had ever met such a naturally outgoing girl.

But on second thought, if it weren't for this personality, it would probably be difficult for her to become a capable female detective.

He did not stand up and leave.

He really wanted to know what happened to Shuji Kano, whether the police had traced him back to him, and how the guns and money were ultimately classified.

Now that Miwako Sato has come to him wanting to talk, he has no reason to refuse.

After a while, the shop door was pushed open again.

Miwako Sato is back.

She was carrying two plastic bags, which Lin Shen glanced at and assumed were just a few cans of beer to liven things up.

Then he noticed that there was another person following behind Miwako Sato.

The convenience store owner was struggling to carry two cardboard boxes filled with canned beer.

Lin Shen's eye twitched.

Under Sato Miwako's direction, the convenience store owner moved two cardboard boxes to the open space next to the counter. Then, Sato Miwako opened the freezer door and gestured for him to put the beer cans in one by one.

After finishing sifting through the items, the convenience store owner wiped his sweat, nodded to Miwako Sato, and then turned and left.

Lin Shen said, speechless, "Are you trying to open a bar in my shop?"

Miwako Sato walked to the booth and piled the cans of beer from the plastic bag onto the table one by one, saying in a relaxed tone, "Oh, I'll save them and drink them slowly."

"Anyway, the environment here is nice, so I'll have a place to sit after get off work."

Lin Shen looked at the dozen or so cans of beer on the table, then at the two cases in the freezer, and for a moment he didn't know where to begin complaining.

Sato Miwako had already opened a can, tilted her head back and took a big gulp, then said in a very serious tone, "President Hayashi, thanks to you."

"The case of the man who truly grieves for his wife, if it weren't for your help in deciphering that code, it would probably have become an unsolved mystery forever."

Lin Shen leaned back in the booth, twirling the can of beer in his hand twice before turning it over, not opening it immediately: "If you really want to thank me, then don't drag me into drinking."

"Drinking is bad for your health, Officer Sato. I want to live a few more years."

Miwako Sato couldn't help but laugh: "I didn't expect you to be so health-conscious, President."

"Don't worry, the alcohol content of this beer is about the same as water. Besides, it's not like I drink it every day."

As she spoke, she tapped the jar in her hand against the jar in front of Lin Shen, making a crisp metallic clanging sound, and then tilted her head back and took another big gulp.

Lin Shen didn't want to spoil her mood too much, so he opened his beer, took a small sip, and then casually asked, "What happened to the 'Sorrowful Lover' case?"

Sato Miwako put down her beer can, wiped the foam from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and said in a more relaxed tone, "It's resolved. The criminal has confessed."

Lin Shen feigned curiosity and asked, "How was it resolved?"

Sato Miwako didn't think much of it and simply explained the situation.

Someone called the police, saying they saw Shuji Kano hiding firearms in his house. When the police went to search, they found a large quantity of weapons and also unearthed the stolen money that had been robbed eighteen years ago under the altar.

Lin Shen took a sip of beer and said in a deliberately playful tone, "What a coincidence? It's obvious that someone is deliberately framing Kano Shuji."

"Where is the whistleblower? Can we find them?"

Miwako Sato shook her head, a hint of helplessness in her voice: "I can't find it."

"It was a registered SIM card, and the phone was turned off after the call. The source cannot be traced."

Lin Shen followed up with, "Then there's no need to say more, someone must be trying to harm Kano Shuji."

Miwako Sato finished the entire can of beer in just a few gulps.

She crumpled the empty can and placed it on the table, her tone becoming somewhat dejected: "I know. But—the stolen money from the Shushiro case was found at Uncle Luye's house; that's solid evidence."

"Now that the evidence is conclusive, he has no choice but to admit it."

She paused, her voice lower, "And... he could also be charged with arms smuggling."

Lin Shen feigned surprise and said, "Such an obvious frame-up... and it actually worked?"

Miwako Sato leaned back in her booth, her gaze fixed on the row of unopened beer cans on the table, her voice carrying an indescribable sense of melancholy:

"Yes...it's such an obvious frame-up, anyone could see the problem. But—"

She paused, remained silent for a few seconds, and then continued in a lower voice, "But the other detectives couldn't care less about these things in order to solve the case."

"I don't want this to happen either, but I don't know what I can do. This isn't the first time the Metropolitan Police Department has done this."

As she spoke, she opened another can of beer. "Our fourth department is a bit better off."

"Law enforcement is relatively strict, emphasizing witness testimony and physical evidence, and avoiding wrongful convictions."

"But precisely because of this, the crime-solving rate has remained stagnant."

She took a big gulp of beer. "Detectives from other departments aren't as particular about these things."

"To solve a case—to get a promotion and a raise, they'll use any means necessary."

"In some cases, even when the chain of evidence is incomplete, they can still fill in the gaps through 'special means.' I know this is wrong, but..."

Her hand, holding the beer can, paused on the table for a moment, then slowly lowered it. "How could I, alone, possibly go against the entire system?"

As she finished speaking, her voice carried a weariness that only a sober person would have.

As Lin Shen listened to her words, he slowly drank his beer while mentally processing the information he had received.

The situation at the Metropolitan Police Department was roughly as he had anticipated.

In capitalist countries, efficiency is the priority; KPIs are everything, and whether the methods used are clean or not is a secondary issue.

He put down the beer can, his gaze falling on Sato Miwako's face, and began to make plans in his mind.

He noticed a key point: what Sato Miwako disliked was the way other detectives made wrongful convictions, but she didn't show any aversion to the fact that Kano Shuji was eventually brought to justice.

This shows that in her value ranking, "catching the real culprit" is placed before "whether the procedure is correct".

In other words, as long as the outcome is just, she won't be too bothered by whether the process is completely compliant.

Lin Shen silently made a mental note of this.

If you have your own people in the Metropolitan Police Department, many things will be much easier to handle.

He glanced at Sato Miwako, who was silently drinking across from him, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't rush to extend an olive branch; instead, he picked up his can of beer and lightly clinked it against the newly opened can of beer she had placed on the table.

"Don't worry, you won't be the only one in the Metropolitan Police Department."

Sato Miwako looked up at him, her gaze somewhat unfocused, slightly intoxicated, and she didn't quite understand the meaning of his words.

But Lin Shen didn't explain further; he simply tilted his head back and took a sip of beer.