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

After get off work, Miwako Sato tidied up her desk and turned off her computer screen.

Her colleague, holding a coat, leaned over and called out, "Officer Sato, wanna grab a drink tonight?"

"A new izakaya (Japanese pub) opened nearby; I heard the grilled skewers are pretty good."

Without even looking up, Sato Miwako locked her drawer and casually made up an excuse: "No, no, I have to visit a suspect tonight."

"Go ahead, have fun."

My colleague didn't think much of it, waved his hand, and left.

After most of the people in the office had left, Miwako Sato stood up, grabbed her car keys, and walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department.

She drove her red Mazda towards Beika Town under the cover of night.

There was something on her mind that she kept in mind.

This morning she woke up to find herself aching all over and sleeping naked in the coffee shop's staff break room.

Mingmei explained to her that the clothes had wine stains that mixed with the smell of sweat, so she took them to be washed.

She accepted this explanation.

The problem is that she always feels like there are fragmented images in her mind, like the remnants of memories left after she blacked out from drinking.

The images weren't very clear, but she vaguely remembered that she seemed to be...

The distance between them and the forest was very close.

In addition, the feeling of her body falling apart when she woke up in the morning made it impossible for her to feel completely at ease.

As a criminal investigator, she was used to getting to the bottom of everything.

The matter was unclear, and she felt like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat, which was very uncomfortable.

As she was thinking about these things, her nose suddenly twitched.

A faint, sour, foul smell wafted into her nostrils.

Sato Miwako lowered her head, pulled up the collar of her coat, smelled it, and then frowned.

I drank too much yesterday and went straight to sleep without showering.

Today I wore the same clothes to work all day again. In the afternoon, I wore a gas mask and went in and out of that charred ruin for more than half an hour. Sweat, smoke, and ashes all mixed together and I was stuffy all day.

Even she herself found the smell somewhat repulsive.

She never used to care about these details.

In the past, when investigating cases, it was common to stake out locations for three days and three nights without showering or changing clothes.

But today is different; she's going to see Lin Shen.

Miwako Sato didn't know why, but she just felt that she couldn't appear in front of him looking so disheveled.

She turned the steering wheel and changed her route, going back to her own home first.

She took a quick shower and changed into a clean set of casual clothes.

She wore a white T-shirt under a light gray cardigan, paired with dark blue jeans, and her hair, which was only half-dry, was casually left to fall loose.

She stood in front of the mirror in the entryway, glanced at herself, and thought she looked presentable enough before picking up her car keys again and going downstairs.

It was almost 9:30 when the car stopped in front of the 221B coffee shop.

She saw through the glass door that the lights inside were still on and that there were shadowy figures moving around at the bar. She immediately breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, the door wasn't closed.

She pushed open the door and went inside, the doorbell ringing out a clear "ding-dong".

Mingmei was sitting next to the bar, chatting with Lin Shen about the recent adjustments to the store's cash flow and money laundering channels.

Hearing the doorbell ring, she instinctively turned around, a professional smile immediately appearing on her face: "Good evening, Officer Sato."

Lin Shen turned around and saw that it was Sato Miwako who came in. His expression immediately became speechless.

He leaned against the bar and said irritably, "Hey Officer Sato, you're not here to ask me for a drink again, are you?"

"Let me make this clear in advance: I'm not drinking tonight. Yesterday's meal was enough for me."

Sato Miwako quickly waved her hand, a slightly embarrassed expression on her face: "No, no, I didn't come here to drink with you today."

She walked to the bar, sat down on a stool, put her hands in her coat pockets, hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I just want to figure something out."

Seeing her hesitant expression, Lin Shen roughly guessed what she wanted to ask, but he didn't point it out. He simply followed her words and asked, "What is it?"

Sato Miwako lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously rubbing together in her pocket, her voice much softer than usual: "Well... last night, after I drank too much... did I do anything strange?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Shen immediately smiled.

He came out from behind the bar and walked towards the computer at the front desk, which was used to access surveillance footage. "Yes, my security camera recorded it. Do you want to take a look?"

Upon hearing this, Sato Miwako's heart skipped a beat.

Her expression tensed, and she followed hesitantly behind him, asking, "Did...did I do something strange?"

Lin Shen didn't answer her directly. Instead, he pulled out a chair in front of the computer, sat down, and casually activated the screen: "Why don't we come and take a look together and see?"

Mingmei followed along with a hint of curiosity, standing behind Lin Shen's chair.

Sato Miwako stood beside Lin Shen, her palms slightly sweaty.

She quickly considered all the possibilities in her mind: What if she drank too much and hugged someone and cried? What if she said something she shouldn't have?

Could it be that... he did something even more embarrassing?

Lin Shen skillfully pulled up the surveillance footage from the coffee shop last night and dragged the timeline to the latter half when the two started drinking.

The screen popped up, and all three of them crowded around it.

In the surveillance footage, Sato Miwako's cheeks were flushed from drinking, and her eyes were starting to glaze over.

She suddenly stood up from her seat, wobbled around the table, and plopped down on Lin Shen's lap.

Akemi, standing behind, watched this scene with little change in expression.

This wasn't the first time she'd seen something like this; she was used to these scenes and didn't even think it was a big deal.

But Sato Miwako's face turned bright red in that instant, so red that even the base of her neck started to feel hot.

She blurted out almost reflexively, "I...I was drunk!"

Lin Shen leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, nodded, and then slowly added, "Yes, you were definitely drunk back then."

"She kept insisting on recognizing me as her younger brother."

Sato Miwako was stunned: "Huh?"

She turned her attention back to the surveillance footage.

The person in the picture is indeed drunk.

With one hand on Lin Shen's shoulder and the other pointing at his nose, she shouted in a drunken but very serious tone, "You helped me solve the case of the Sorrowful Man!"

"I don't know how to repay you!"

"How about this, I'm a few years older than you, so if you don't mind, call me 'older sister'!"

"From now on! Your big sister will protect you!"