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

Late at night, on a street in the suburbs of Tokyo.

A black sedan turned into the parking lot of an inconspicuous building.

It was very quiet all around.

The streetlights were dim, and there were few people walking around. In the corner, there were several dusty vending machines.

There were only a few cars scattered around in the parking lot, all of which looked like they were there to spend the night.

After the black sedan came to a stop, the door opened and two people got out.

A man in a flashy shirt and a woman in a dark suit with a clearly displeased expression on her face.

Hatamoto Tatsuo locked his car, glanced up at the building in front of him with its suggestive pink sign, and said, "The person is right here."

Akie Hatamoto followed behind him, her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly, her tone filled with disdain:

"Why did you arrange to meet in a place like this? This place... doesn't look respectable."

The dragon man turned around and retorted to her irritably:

"Nonsense, we're doing illegal things, why would we openly meet at a coffee shop? Don't you want to be conspicuous enough?"

He lowered his voice and said as he walked, "There are no security cameras in this kind of place, all sorts of people are out there, and the soundproofing is pretty good. It's the perfect place to talk about this kind of thing."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Jiang's expression of disgust softened slightly. After looking around, she nodded and said, "Well, this place is actually not bad..."

She followed the dragon into the elevator, pressed the button for the third floor, and then asked somewhat uneasily, "Do you think they really kidnapped Eri? If she comes, how do we convince her to help us?"

Long Nan leaned against the elevator wall, his hands in his pockets, a fierce expression on his face. He lowered his voice and said, "If Eri knows what's good for her, we'll release her after this is all over."

"If she doesn't know what's good for her..."

He snorted coldly, "Hmph, I'll show her what it means to wish you were dead."

The elevator doors opened on the third floor, revealing a dark red carpet in the corridor, with dim and ambiguous lighting.

The two walked to the door of room 304, and Long Nan pressed the doorbell. Footsteps came from inside, and then the door clicked open.

The door was pulled open a crack, revealing half a face. It was a man's face, with a band-aid on his nose, dark circles under his eyes, and a dried bloodstain at the corner of his mouth.

Upon seeing the other person's appearance, Long Nan was stunned and blurted out, "How did you get injured like this?"

The man sighed deeply, pulled the door open completely, stepped aside to make way for him, and spoke with a tone of grievance and helplessness:

"Ugh, don't even mention it. That Eri Kisaki trained in judo, and she accidentally took a few hits... You have to reimburse my medical expenses."

Upon hearing this, Long Nan couldn't help but laugh twice, his tone filled with undisguised mockery: "You, a grown man, got beaten up like this by a woman? Aren't you ashamed?"

He patted the man on the shoulder and added in a perfunctory tone, "Okay, okay, I'll pay for the medical expenses."

Long Nan walked into the room with a nonchalant air.

Qiu Jiang followed behind him and closed the door behind him.

The room was brighter than the hallway, a standard love hotel room with a round bed, pinkish-purple lighting, and a huge mirror on the wall, giving it an overall cheap and ambiguous feel.

The other two accomplices sat on the edge of the bed, and when they saw Long Nan come in, they raised their chins as a greeting.

But after Long Nan's gaze swept around the room, his smile slowly froze on his face; Eri Kisaki was not in the room.

Only one person sat in the chair by the window, legs crossed, watching them with a smile.

Long Nan paused for a couple of seconds, then frowned and asked, "Where's Attorney Fei? Who's this guy?"

The person sitting in the chair was, of course, Lin Shen.

He smiled, crossed his hands on his knees, and spoke in a relaxed tone as if he were chatting: "It's not convenient for Attorney Fei to handle these matters herself, so she asked me to do it."

He paused for a moment, then added, "But my fees are very high."

The dragon man frowned even more, his tone clearly showing distrust: "Who are you? I don't trust you!"

Standing behind him, Qiu Jiang chimed in, her voice shrill: "That's right! Get Eri Kisaki here herself! We invited her, not you!"

Lin Shen sat in his chair, speechless as he watched the two guys in front of him singing in unison.

Did these two leave their brains at home and forget to bring them with them?

Didn't he just make it very clear?

Eri Kisaki isn't coming, but he is.

Why do you keep asking?

Seeing the two men's arrogant and impatient attitude, he was too lazy to waste any more words.

The most effective way to deal with someone who doesn't understand human language is never to reason with them.

Lin Shen reached inside his coat. Long Nan and Qiu Jiang assumed he was going to take out his business card or documents.

Then he pulled out a pistol with a thin silencer screwed onto the barrel.

Puff. Puff. Puff.

Three muffled thuds.

Someone was tapping a thick cushion with a heavy object. The sound wasn't loud; it echoed in the room for a moment and then disappeared.

The three men standing by the bed and the door all had a small hole in their foreheads, and their expressions were still frozen in the state they had just been in.

Then, as if their knees had been dislocated, the three of them collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously, like three sacks being knocked over.

His body twitched twice, and then he became completely still.

The blood slowly seeped into the dark red carpet, its color almost blending into the carpet itself.

It felt as if all the air in the room had been sucked out.

The dragon man's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and he froze on the spot as if someone had pressed the pause button.

His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but it was as if a stone was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

Qiu Jiang reacted even more directly than him. Her face turned deathly pale in an instant, her body began to shrink back uncontrollably, and her voice trembled noticeably: "Ah...murder...murder!!"

She instinctively tried to hide behind Long Nan, grabbing his arm tightly with both hands.

But when Long Nan saw Lin Shen's gaze sweep over him, his first reaction was not to protect his wife behind him, but to suddenly take a big step back and try to hide behind Qiu Jiang.

The two of them were pulling at each other in the middle of the room, trying to hide behind each other, and the scene was indescribably ridiculous.

Lin Shen couldn't help but laugh as he watched the two people's actions.

He genuinely laughed, a heartfelt laugh, a laugh that came from being amused.

He had initially felt annoyed about dealing with these kinds of people, but now he felt relieved.

Why bother arguing with two idiots?

He sat down in the chair, casually placing the still-warm pistol on his lap, his tone becoming relaxed and casual: "Alright, enough nonsense, let's talk about the payment."

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two men's faces. "I'll help you secure the inheritance rights. How much are you planning to pay me?"

Upon hearing this, Long Nan finally regained some of the strength to speak after being shocked by the three shots he had just received.

He held up one finger, his voice trembling as if he were being electrocuted: "One...one hundred million?"

Lin Shen looked at the finger he raised, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and fired a shot.

puff.

The bullet grazed the dragon man's cheek, leaving a thin line of blood, before embedding itself in the wall behind him.

Long Nan felt a heat on the side of his face, followed by a sharp pain. He reached up and touched it, finding his hand covered in blood.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

A warm liquid quickly seeped from his crotch, spreading a dark stain on the carpet.

He was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder.

Lin Shen didn't even glance at his disheveled appearance, simply lowering the gun slightly, his tone icy cold:

"The Hatamoto Group's market value is at least hundreds of billions of yen. I help you secure the inheritance rights to the entire group, and you only give me 100 million yen?"

He sneered, "Are you kidding me?"

The dragon man slumped to the ground, trembling all over, his voice broken and sounding like he was about to cry: "I...I don't understand these things...I really don't understand..."

Lin Shen interrupted him impatiently: "If you don't understand, shut up."

He turned his gaze to Qiujiang, who was still standing trembling by the wall. "And you? Tell me."

Qiu Jiang trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted when Lin Shen stared at him.

She spoke quickly, her voice urgent and rapid, as if afraid that speaking too slowly would also result in being shot:

"Two billion yen! Two billion! However... I can't pay it all at once; I'll have to pay in installments!"

Lin Shen frowned upon hearing the figure, his tone clearly showing dissatisfaction: "Fifty billion. I'll help you get the inheritance rights, you give me fifty billion. Take it or leave it."

When Akie heard the number, her face contorted with pain. Fifty billion yen was no small sum.

But then she thought, if she didn't agree, not to mention 5 billion, the entire Hatamoto Group would have nothing to do with her.

She gritted her teeth and nodded forcefully: "Okay! No problem! But... I'll only start paying you back in installments every year after I officially inherit the Hatamoto Group. And..."

She added cautiously, "Not including interest."

Lin Shen looked at her nervous yet serious expression and nodded in satisfaction.

He engaged the safety on his pistol, tucked it back into its holster inside his jacket, then stood up and dusted off non-existent dust from his trousers. "Okay. Deal."

After saying that, he opened the door, walked into the corridor without looking back, and closed the door behind him.

The room was left with only Long Nan slumped on the floor, Qiu Jiang trembling against the wall, and the three corpses on the carpet that were slowly cooling down.