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

Led by Akemi, Lin Shen arrived at 2-chome, Beika Town.

This area is a typical wealthy neighborhood.

The streets are wide and clean, with neatly trimmed roadside trees on both sides. Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Each household is a detached villa, each with its own unique style—some are European-style with white walls and red tiles, some have a simple Japanese courtyard, and there are also several modern glass buildings.

There were hardly any pedestrians on the road, and occasionally a luxury car would slowly drive by, as quiet as a movie set.

Lin Shen stood by the roadside and glanced at the end of the street. He immediately recognized the iconic building—the Shinichi Kudo family home.

That Western-style red brick villa stood out prominently on the entire street.

"Mr. Lin?" Mingmei called out to him from the front, "This way, come in and have a look."

Lin Shen withdrew his gaze and followed Mingmei and the real estate agent into a villa next door.

The real estate agent was a man in his forties. As he pushed open the gate, he introduced the property in a standard sales tone: "This villa occupies 240 pings (approximately 163 square meters), with a usable area of ​​180 pings (approximately 93 square meters). It has three floors, with an attached basement and garage."

"It has a front yard and a back yard, and the yard even has a small koi pond..."

Lin Shen went inside and looked around.

The villa has already undergone basic renovations; the flooring is light-colored solid wood, which feels nice underfoot.

The living room has large floor-to-ceiling windows, providing excellent natural light; the sunlight streaming in illuminates the entire space.

The kitchen is open-plan, and the stone used for the island looks quite high-end.

There are three bedrooms on the second floor, and an attic and terrace on the third floor.

He looked around and felt it was indeed quite good.

The space is large enough, and the privacy is good. The courtyard wall is high enough that people outside cannot see inside.

Moreover, turning right after leaving the house will lead you to Shinichi Kudo's house, and turning left and walking for a few minutes will take you to the Mouri Detective Agency.

He turned to Mingmei and nodded: "This is it."

Mingmei didn't waste any words and immediately got down to business with the agent.

"How much is the monthly rent?"

"This amount," the agent said with a smile, holding up two fingers, then adding three more, "two million three hundred thousand yen."

Mingmei remained expressionless, her tone as calm as if she were remarking on the weather: "Too expensive."

"I've checked the market rates in this area; villas of the same size typically rent for between 1.8 million and 2 million. Your price is too high."

The agent's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned to professional enthusiasm: "Oh my, Ms. Miyano, the standard of decoration for this villa is much higher than other houses in the same area!"

"Look at this kitchen countertop, imported marble, and this floor..."

"The renovation is nice, but the location is a bit out of the way," Mingmei replied calmly. "This villa is at the end of the street, and it's a seven or eight-minute walk from the bus stop, which makes it quite inconvenient."

"Moreover, the koi pond in the yard also costs money to maintain; these are all hidden costs. 1.8 million, and we can sign the contract and pay the deposit today."

The agent opened his mouth, then closed it again, his expression shifting twice before finally sighing and giving a wry smile: "Ms. Akemi, you're truly a master negotiator... Alright, 1.8 million yen."

"Sign a six-month contract, and pay today?"

"no problem."

Lin Shen watched this scene from the side, secretly amazed.

Two million three hundred thousand was slashed down to one million eight hundred thousand, saving five hundred thousand in a month, and three million in six months—this woman's silver tongue is truly valuable.

He leaned against a pillar in the living room, his hands in his pockets, and didn't utter a single word the entire time.

Since he entrusted this matter to Mingmei, he wouldn't interfere halfway through.

He trusted the people he employed—of course, mainly because he was too lazy to argue with the intermediaries.

The agent took out the contract, and Mingmei carefully read it page by page. After confirming that there were no hidden clauses, she signed it and paid six months' rent on the spot.

The agent took the keys and handed them to Mingmei with both hands, his smile returning to its bright expression: "Okay, from today onwards, this villa is yours to use. Have a pleasant stay!"

After the agent left, Mingmei weighed the keys in her hand, then turned and handed them to Lin Shen: "Mr. Lin, it's all taken care of."

Lin Shen took the key, squeezed it in his hand, and was filled with emotion.

The rent is 1.8 million a month.

This is just the rent; if you were to buy this villa, it would probably cost at least 700 or 800 million.

He once again felt how outrageous the gap between the rich and poor in society was.

An ordinary person might work themselves to the bone their whole life and still not be able to afford the down payment for this villa.

He could probably buy this villa if he robbed a bank once.

This made Lin Shen even more convinced that his choice was right!

There's no future in working for someone else!

Robbery is the only way to make a living!

He's no saint; he just wants to make money, and more money!!

You have to eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time!

It's not too late for him to look for the meaning of life when he feels he has earned enough money and that money has no meaning!

"Mr. Lin, let's go check out some shops nearby." Mingmei put away the keys, picked up her bag, and led the way.

The two walked along the street for about ten minutes, passing through two quiet alleys, and arrived at another, more bustling commercial street.

The street is lined with shops, including convenience stores, flower shops, bakeries, small restaurants, and a rather stylish-looking coffee shop.

The street is much more crowded than the villa area, with people coming and going, creating a strong sense of daily life.

Lin Shen noticed a road sign next to him—Mihana-cho 3-chome.

Walk past one more intersection, and you'll reach the street where the Mouri Detective Agency is located.

Mingmei pointed to several shops for rent on the street and told Lin Shen her idea: "I plan to rent a few shops around here and open a few coffee shops."

"It doesn't need to be too big, thirty or forty seats will be enough. The decoration should be nice and go for a high-end look."

Lin Shen didn't understand and asked directly, "Why does it have to be a coffee shop?"

Mingmei smiled and explained, "Coffee is something that sells emotional value and brand story."

"The cost of a cup of coffee may only be a few dozen yen, but if you put it in a good environment and tell a good story, no one will say it's expensive even if you sell it for a thousand or two thousand yen."

"Moreover, coffee is quick to make and has a high turnover rate—a person comes in, orders a cup of coffee, sits for half an hour, and then leaves."

"This way, we can create a very high turnover on paper."

"With higher turnover, it's much easier for us to mix money in."

After listening, Lin Shen suddenly understood.

His previous understanding of money laundering was limited to "setting up a few shell companies and doing some trading," but he never imagined there were so many intricacies involved.

He nodded, his tone tinged with approval: "Understood. You handle it from here, and let me know when it's done."

Mingmei smiled and nodded, preparing to take him to see the first shop that was available for rent.

Just as the two were passing by Poirot Cafe, the door on the second floor was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a plaid suit hurriedly ran down.

It was none other than Kogoro Mouri.

He rushed to the roadside and flagged down a taxi.

Just as I opened the car door to get in, two more people ran out of the building.

Ran and Conan.

"Dad! Wait for us!" Xiaolan shouted as she ran.

Conan followed behind her, running very fast with his short legs.

Kogoro Mouri turned around and saw the two men following him. He immediately straightened his face and scolded, "What are you doing following me? I'm on my way to solve a big case! Don't come along and cause trouble!"

Conan quickly spoke up, his tone both urgent and obedient: "We can help, Uncle!"

"Besides, if the kidnappers see the three of us going in together, they'll just think it's a family visiting, and won't suspect you're a detective!"

Xiaolan nodded repeatedly from the side, "That's right, that's right! Dad, let's go together!"

Kogoro Mouri was silenced by Conan's words. He opened his mouth, but then waved his hand impatiently, "Alright, alright! Get on! But don't wander off when we get there, and don't cause any trouble!"

The taxi, carrying three people, slowly drove away from the roadside, merged into the traffic, and soon disappeared at the end of the street.

Lin Shen stood across the street, watching the taxi drive away, and squinted his eyes.

"The kidnapping of a rich young lady"—that name instantly popped into his mind.

He remembered the case: a rich girl was kidnapped, the kidnappers demanded a large ransom, and it was eventually solved by Kogoro Mouri... or more precisely, by Conan.

Lin Shen's mind immediately became active.

There's money to be made again!

And you get points too!

He had lost interest in looking at any coffee shops.

He turned to Mingmei and said decisively, "You can handle the coffee shop matter yourself. I have to take care of some other things."

Mingmei didn't ask any further questions, and simply nodded: "Okay, you can go ahead and get back to work."

Lin Shen turned and walked away quickly, turning into a deserted alley.

He stopped deep in the alley, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to him, he closed his eyes and silently recited a secret phrase in his mind: akjjyglc!

A black motorcycle appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

The streamlined body and matte black paint give it a subtle sheen in the sunlight.

A black full-face helmet and a pair of gloves were hanging on the handlebars.

The system is quite thoughtful; it even provides all the necessary equipment.

Lin Shen didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up the helmet, put it on his head, pulled down the goggles, put on gloves, and straddled the motorcycle.

He twisted the throttle, the engine let out a deep roar, then released the clutch, and the motorcycle shot off like an arrow.

The place he was going to was Siqiao Middle School.

If I remember correctly, the victim in that kidnapping case came from there.