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

Evening, in the master bedroom.

Lin Shen leaned against the headboard, scrolling through today's news on his phone—sure enough, the news of the police car being hijacked had caused a sensation, with various media outlets displaying the headline "Malicious Attack on Police in Beika Town" on their front pages, accompanied by pictures of the police car wrecked into scrap metal.

The comments section was in an uproar, with some cursing the police as incompetent, others speculating that it was the work of gangsters, and still others worrying that public order was about to collapse.

Lin Shen swiped it twice and then closed it; there wasn't much to see.

At that moment, Akemi came out of the bathroom.

She was wearing a bathrobe, her hair was still half-wet, and she was holding a tablet computer. She walked to the bedside, sat down, and handed the tablet to Lin Shen.

"Mr. Lin, I visited several places today and picked out a few decent villas. Would you like to take a look?"

Lin Shen took the tablet and swiped around a few times.

Mingmei was indeed meticulous in her work. She took photos of every villa and included a brief description—address, size, number of rooms, surrounding environment, transportation, and even whether there was a police station nearby.

Lin Shen flipped through the pages one by one, and they all seemed alright.

The location is good, and the privacy is good enough. The price doesn't matter, since money is the last thing he needs right now.

When he turned to one of the pages, his finger paused for a moment.

2-chome, Yoneka-cho.

He knows this address well.

Isn't this the wealthy neighborhood where Shinichi Kudo lives?

That iconic Kudo residence is on this street.

Lin Shen thought for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Living next door to Shinichi Kudo's family is tantamount to committing a crime right under the detective's nose.

Just thinking about it is exciting!!

He pushed the tablet toward Akemi: "This building will do, Beikacho 2-chome."

Mingmei took it, glanced at it, smiled, and said, "I quite like this building too."

"There are supermarkets and shopping streets nearby, which makes it very convenient to buy groceries. The environment is also quiet, and the neighbors are all wealthy people who don't meddle in other people's business."

She paused, then added, "Also... Mr. Lin, I have an idea I'd like to discuss with you."

"you say."

Mingmei sat up straighter, her expression becoming serious: "We do have a lot of money right now, but it's all illicit money."

"More than 900 million yen, plus that box you just brought back today... So much cash piled up in the safe, it's no different from waste paper if you can't spend it."

"So I was thinking, could I open a few restaurants to launder the money?"

Lin Shen raised an eyebrow in surprise: "You can launder money?"

Akemi smiled a little shyly, her ears turning slightly red: "When I was in the organization, I was often assigned to handle some... accounting matters."

"The organization has many legitimate businesses, such as bars, restaurants, and real estate agencies, which are all used for money laundering."

"Although I haven't done it myself, I've seen it a lot, so I roughly know how the process works."

After listening, Lin Shen waved his hand without saying a word: "Since you know it, then I'll leave it all to you."

Mingmei paused for a moment, then said hesitantly, "This... entrusting me with such a large sum of money, aren't you afraid I'll..."

"What are you afraid of?" Lin Shen chuckled. "Afraid you'll run off with the money? Or afraid you'll tamper with the accounts?"

Mingmei opened her mouth, but didn't dare to say anything.

Lin Shen placed his phone on the bedside table, his tone relaxed yet firm: "I have a principle in doing things: I trust those I employ, and I don't employ those I don't trust. Since I trust you, I won't doubt you."

"If you really want to screw me over, then I misjudged you, and I deserve to be unlucky."

He spoke generously, but what he really thought was something else entirely—of course he was at ease.

Because he had read the original storyline, he knew what kind of person Akemi was.

She would risk her life for her sister; if you can find her weakness, she won't betray you.

If it were Xiaotong or anyone else, he definitely wouldn't be so generous.

Mingmei was unaware of Lin Shen's inner thoughts; she only heard the phrase "trust those you employ, and do not employ those you distrust," and her eyes welled up slightly.

In all her years in the organization, she had never been trusted like this before.

Gin used her as a tool, Vodka used her as a burden, and the rest of the organization treated her as a liability.

Only Lin Shen, who had only known her for a few days, dared to hand over hundreds of millions of yen to her.

She lowered her head, clenched her fists, and made a silent resolution in her heart—she must not betray this trust.

next morning.

Sunlight streamed into the dining room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on the breakfast on the table.

Toast, fried eggs, bacon, salad, milk, and juice filled the table.

Lin Shen sat in the main seat, spreading butter on his toast as he said to Xiao Tong, "You stay in the suite for the next couple of days and don't go out. Just tell the waiter what you want and they'll bring it up. Mingmei and I are going out to run some errands."

He pulled a wad of banknotes from his pocket, about 200,000 yen, placed it on the table, and pushed it over: "Take this and use it."

Xiaotong stared at the stack of money, paused for a moment, and quickly waved her hand, "No, you don't need to give me any money!"

"I'll just stay here, everything is here... You've already helped me so much, how could I possibly take your money..."

Lin Shen took a bite of toast, chewed it twice, and swallowed it, saying in a flat tone, "If you follow me, you're risking your life."

"If I don't give you money, why would you follow me so devotedly? Here you go."

Mingmei chimed in, "Xiaotong, just accept what Mr. Lin gave you. There's no need to be so formal with us."

Xiaotong glanced at Lin Shen, then at Mingmei, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to take the stack of money.

She held the stack of banknotes in her hand, feeling the warmth of her body, and a complex mix of emotions welled up inside her—gratitude, a sense of security, and a hint of hope that she had "found the right person."

She nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Mr. Lin! Thank you, Sister Mingmei!"

After finishing breakfast, Lin Shen wiped his mouth and stood up.

Mingmei had already changed into casual clothes and was waiting at the entrance with a bulging travel bag in her hand.

The two changed their shoes and went out.

The suite fell silent.

Xiaotong sat alone at the dining table, staring blankly at the stack of 200,000 yen banknotes in her hand for a long while.

She was waiting to die in a police car yesterday, but this morning someone gave her money, a place to stay, and told her, "We're all family here, no need to be shy."

This dramatic shift from hell to heaven gave her a strong sense of unreality.

But she quickly put the stack of money away.

She stood up, stretched her shoulders, and her eyes shone with a new light she hadn't shown before.

She walked into the suite's private gym—fully equipped with a treadmill, dumbbells, and a yoga mat.

She stepped onto the treadmill, pressed the start button, and the machine slowly began to turn.

She started running, her steps light and powerful.

Her future seemed to have suddenly brightened, and she should cheer up!