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

The cruise ship sounded a long blast of its horn and slowly sailed away from the port.

The white hull cut through the azure sea under the sunlight, its stern churning up a layer of white spray.

The sea breeze blew across the white parasols on the deck, carrying a salty, damp scent, creating a romantic and relaxed atmosphere.

The ship's destination was the small island owned by the Hatamoto family, Hatamoto Island.

According to the wedding schedule, all guests will attend the banquet and ceremony on the island, and then take a boat back to Tokyo the next day.

The ship was filled with guests in formal attire, chatting in small groups on the deck, holding champagne glasses, and occasionally bursts of laughter could be heard.

Hatamoto Natsue stood on the deck at the bow of the ship, wearing a well-fitting dress, while Xiaowu wore a black suit. The two of them looked quite well-matched.

Guests approached with wine glasses, smiling as they offered their blessings.

Someone patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder and said, "You're a lucky guy," while someone else held Xia Jiang's hand and said, "The daughter of the Hatamoto family is indeed extraordinary." The two responded to each other, creating a warm and lively scene.

Amidst this joyful atmosphere, Qiu Jiang nervously and anxiously drank champagne to calm her nerves.

There was no way around it; it was her first time committing murder, and she was incredibly nervous.

Although it was the dragon man who did the work, she was also an accomplice!

While she was waiting, Xia Jiang was pulled aside by several women to chat.

Xiao Wu stood alone by the ship's railing, holding a glass of champagne, gazing at the distant sea.

Qiu Jiang knew that the opportunity had arrived.

She walked over with graceful steps.

When Xiao Wu heard footsteps, he turned around and saw that it was Qiu Jiang. His expression froze for a moment.

But he still nodded politely and greeted her courteously, "Hello, sister."

Qiu Jiang chuckled. Instead of immediately getting to the point, she glanced casually at the distant seascape before lowering her voice in a mysterious tone and saying:

"Xiao Wu, now that you're going to marry Xia Jiang, I feel there are some things I have to tell you."

Xiao Wu paused slightly in his hand holding the wine glass, a hint of doubt and wariness flashing in his eyes.

He looked at Qiu Jiang's smiling face, unsure of what she was up to, but ultimately followed her lead and asked, "What is it?"

Qiu Jiang deliberately glanced in Xia Jiang's direction to confirm that she was still chatting with those women and hadn't noticed them.

Then she looked away and said in a secretive tone, "It's about Xia Jiang, her true colors."

She looked at the mixture of confusion and unease on Xiao Wu's face, and pursed her lips in satisfaction:

"However... this is not the time to talk. Come see me in the ship's hangar in an hour."

"Come alone, and don't tell Xia Jiang. Otherwise, you'll never know this secret."

After saying that, she turned around and left without waiting for Xiao Wu's response. Her high heels made a series of crisp sounds on the deck, and she quickly blended into the crowd.

Xiao Wu frowned slightly as he watched Qiu Jiang's departing figure.

He really didn't like this older sister; he didn't like her from the very first time they met.

The sarcastic tone in her voice and the scrutinizing look in her eyes made him very uncomfortable.

What she had just said, and Xia Jiang's true colors, stirred up an inexplicable sense of unease in his heart.

Before he could think it through, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Xiao Wu, what did my sister just say to you?" Xia Jiang, who had finished the conversation at some point, walked over to his side.

She had a smile on her face, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes, clearly indicating that she had noticed Qiu Jiang had come to see her.

Xiao Wu snapped out of his daze, quickly adjusted his expression, then shook his head with a smile, saying in a deliberately relaxed tone:

"It's nothing, just like before, they said a couple of things to me. Like they thought I wasn't good enough for them or something."

Upon hearing this, Xia Jiang's expression turned somewhat helpless. He sighed softly and took Xiao Wu's hand.

"Xiao Wu, don't take it to heart... My sister can be quite rude sometimes."

Xiao Wu smiled, squeezed her hand back, and said in a gentle but firm tone, "Don't worry, I didn't take it to heart."

He raised his other hand and gently patted her arm. "I know... Let's go, let's continue to greet the other guests. There are still many guests."

Xia Jiang nodded, took his arm, and the two walked back into the crowd.

Before leaving, Xiao Wu glanced back at the entrance on the ship's side.

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Xiao Lan stood on the deck, her hands gripping the gunwale, the sea breeze blowing her hair back.

Looking at the boundless blue sea before her, she couldn't help but open her arms and shout, "Wow, what a beautiful sea!"

The sound was carried away by the sea breeze, carrying a heartfelt excitement.

Lin Shen stood beside her, also looking at the sea shimmering in the sunlight, and nodded, his tone carrying a rare sense of relaxed ease:

"The ocean is indeed beautiful."

Conan stood between the two, hands in his pockets, looked up at the sea, then yawned widely and said:

"What's so interesting about it? It gets boring after a while."

Without turning her head, Xiaolan retorted, "We'll see when you get bored!"

After she finished speaking, she took out her phone, held it up, and started taking selfies. "Wow, this place is so beautiful, I have to take some pictures!"

As she spoke, she changed angles, smiled at the camera, made a peace sign, and switched between various poses.

She's dressed so beautifully today, she definitely wants to take some gorgeous photos of herself!

Conan watched Ran's back as she became engrossed in taking photos and felt that the time was about right.

He turned around, looked up at Lin Shen, and asked in a low voice, "President Lin, what exactly are you doing on this ship?"

Lin Shen, holding the glass of champagne, glanced down at him, smiled, and casually replied, "Didn't I say I was here for the banquet?"

Conan rolled his eyes: "You can fool Ran with that kind of talk, but you can't fool me."

He said this with a confident tone, as if to say, "I've already seen through you."

Lin Shen chuckled softly.

He didn't rush to refute, but instead picked up his champagne glass and took a sip, the icy liquid sliding down his throat.

He thought to himself, since he's just idling around anyway, he might as well find some fun.

He put down his glass, looked down at Conan, and said with a hint of amusement, "Then tell me, how did you figure out I wasn't here for the banquet?"

That's exactly what Conan was waiting for.

He adjusted his signature black-rimmed glasses, cleared his throat, and began his signature reasoning: "It's simple, because you don't know many people on this ship, and at the same time, not many people know you."

He held up his little finger and gestured towards the crowd around him who were raising their glasses and chatting. "Those people who greet you are basically doing so out of politeness or social obligation."

"But not a single person truly knows you."

"This shows that you are not a member of this circle at all, and you have not taken the initiative to get to know others, so you are not here to participate in social activities, but to do something else."

He paused, looked directly into Lin Shen's eyes, and lowered his voice even further, "For example, assassination."

The sea breeze whistled across the deck, ruffling Conan's hair, but he didn't care at all.

He was staring at Lin Shen's face, trying to catch a clue in his expression.

However, Lin Shen did not panic, deny, or feign composure.

After hearing Conan's words, he suddenly smiled, raised his hand and clapped his hands a few times, his tone filled with genuine admiration: "Amazing, no wonder you're a detective."

Upon hearing this, Conan's heart skipped a beat. He was unsure whether Lin Shen's "As expected of a detective" was just a casual remark or if he had truly figured something out.

But he couldn't keep asking questions; doing so would only make him seem like he had a problem.

So Conan simply pushed up his glasses and continued staring at Lin Shen with an expression that said, "Stop changing the subject."

Lin Shen found Conan's wary expression rather amusing.

He thought for a moment, then said, "Since you guessed it right, I'll give you a piece of information for free."

He held his wine glass, looked down at Conan, and said slowly in a calm, almost casual tone, "Someone on this ship will die later."

Conan's expression froze for a moment.

His pupils contracted slightly, and his voice involuntarily rose a little: "What? Really?"

Lin Shen nodded: "Absolutely true."

Conan's mind raced.

He turned his head and glanced at the guests on the deck, who were chatting and laughing. Everyone had a smile on their face and had no idea what was going to happen next.

He turned back, his brow furrowed, his tone displeased: "This information is too vague. There are hundreds of people on board, how am I supposed to find them?"

Seeing his anxious expression, Lin Shen thought for a moment and realized that the information was indeed too limited.

He then casually added, "It's a man."

After hearing this addition, Conan remained silent for several seconds, his expression complex, a little speechless and a little helpless.

But he had to admit that this information at least excluded all female guests, narrowing down the pool.

He lowered his head and began to quickly calculate in his mind.

After a while, he raised his head, his gaze fixed on Lin Shen's face, and slowly said in a tentative tone:

"Since President Lin deliberately chose this time to board the ship, it means that the victims this time are related to the Hatamoto family."

As he spoke, he carefully observed the changes in Lin Shen's expression.

Lin Shen held his champagne glass, his face expressionless.

Seeing that he didn't react much, Conan continued, "Besides, the feuds within wealthy families, when you think about it, are nothing more than the same few things."

"It's either a conflict of interest or an ethical relationship; love turns to hate."

As he spoke, his gaze swept across the crowd and landed on several members of the Hatamoto family who were chatting and laughing with others in the distance:

"Therefore, the victims are either Ms. Xia Jiang, Xiao Wu himself, or people who have emotional entanglements or conflicts of interest with them."

"Plus the information you provided, President, it's not a woman."

"Then the range of victims is greatly reduced!"

He withdrew his gaze and said with a hint of excitement, "I'll go and find out about the internal situation of the Hatamoto family."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Lin Shen's response, he turned around and jogged into the crowd, heading straight for the group of gossipy wives who seemed to have the best information.

Lin Shen leaned against the ship's railing, holding a half-empty glass of champagne, watching Conan's retreating figure without turning back, and couldn't help but shake his head, muttering under his breath:

"This kid is a monster; his reasoning ability is like he's cheating."

"I only said one sentence, and he deduced so much from it."

"What a cheat code!"

He shook his head repeatedly, gaining a deeper understanding of Conan's deductive abilities!

However, he didn't dwell on that thought for long, since he hadn't come aboard the ship today to play detective games with Conan.

He turned around and saw Xiaolan still holding up her phone, trying to find a better angle for a selfie. So he put down his wine glass, smiled, and walked over.

"Xiao Lan, let me take a few pictures for you."

"If you stand over there and use the sea view as a backdrop, the photo will definitely look great."