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

Xiao Wu was "escorted" back to his room by two security guards in black suits, one on each side.

The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind him with a dull thud.

The door was locked from the outside.

He stood in the center of the room and looked around.

The room was still the same room, the sea view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was still beautiful, and the sunlight shone through the white gauze curtains onto the floor. Everything was exactly the same as it had been a few hours ago.

But his phone was taken away, his watch was removed, and his wallet was taken away.

There were two bodyguards standing at the door. Judging from the footsteps, they were positioned so that one of them was blocking one side of the door, making it virtually impossible to force one way out.

Before being locked up, Xia Jiang encouraged him, "Xiao Wu! You'll be alright! I believe you acted in self-defense!"

Thinking about all this, Xiao Wu sighed and remained silent.

He didn't know what to say.

He twitched his lips, revealing a bitter smile.

There was no smile in that smile, only exhaustion and helplessness.

He turned and walked back to the bed, plopped down, put his hands on his knees, and looked down at the wood grain on the floor.

He just couldn't understand it; today was supposed to be his wedding day.

Everything was initially moving in a positive direction.

How did things get to this point?

But he also knew very well that once the ship docked and the police arrived, his true identity would be exposed.

His name is Takehiko Zaishi.

His father was driven to suicide by Hatamoto Gozo.

Xiao Wu originally infiltrated the Hatamoto Group to find an opportunity for revenge.

But who could have imagined it?

He unexpectedly ended up with Xia Jiang, and his desire for revenge gradually faded away.

He really considered just letting it go.

As "Hatamoto Takeshi," he should live a good life with Natsue, burying his hatred deep in his heart and letting it rot away.

But what happened today has blocked all his escape routes.

Once Hatamoto Gozo learns his true identity, the old man will absolutely not tolerate the son of his enemy staying by his granddaughter's side!

Everything will be over then!

Forget about revenge, he won't even have the chance to see Xia Jiang again!

He sat on the edge of the bed in silence for a long time, then, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly stood up.

Xiao Wu walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, reached his hand under the folded bath towels at the bottom, and felt something hard.

A satellite phone.

He had hidden this before boarding the ship.

He originally thought he wouldn't need it.

He took a deep breath, pressed the power button, the screen lit up, and dialed a number he knew by heart.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

A deep female voice came from the other end: "Feed?"

Xiao Wu's grip on the phone tightened slightly, his voice lowered to the minimum: "Lady Vermouth, it's me. I'm in trouble and need the organization's help."

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Meanwhile, in the restaurant on the upper deck of the ship, the atmosphere was very subtle.

The guests gathered in twos and threes, holding wine glasses, but the conversation had changed from "wedding wishes" to "Have you heard—the son-in-law who married into the family committed murder."

It's unclear who leaked the news, but it's obvious that everyone on the ship knows.

The son-in-law of the Hatamoto family committed murder in the ship's hangar, the wedding was canceled, and the cruise ship is turning back.

The ladies in their gowns huddled together, whispering excitedly.

After all, in the world of the wealthy, other people's scandals are always the best fodder for gossip!

Xia Jiang stood next to a pillar in the corner of the restaurant, holding a glass of juice that had barely been touched.

She could feel the gazes directed at her from those around her.

Curious, sympathetic, gloating...

She could hear the whispers, hushed but not exactly secrets.

Xia Jiang really wanted to go over and explain to those people that Xiao Wu was acting in self-defense!

He was attacked first; he wasn't the killer!

But as soon as she took a step, she realized that as the "murderer's" fiancée, her words had no credibility in the eyes of others.

She bit her lip, her eyes were red, and she looked incredibly aggrieved.

Kind-hearted Xiaolan witnessed this scene. Without hesitation, she walked over, stood beside Xia Jiang, and said in a gentle yet firm tone:

"Miss Xia Jiang, you don't need to pay attention to what they say."

"You just need to trust Mr. Xiaowu. I also don't think he's that kind of person!"

Xia Jiang turned his head and looked at Xiao Lan's sincere face. His nose tingled, and the mist that he had been holding back in his eyes finally turned into a tear and slid down.

She gripped Xiaolan's hand tightly, her voice choked with emotion: "Thank you, Xiaolan... I feel much better after hearing your words."

Xiao Lan then comforted Xia Jiang, pulling him aside to carefully counsel him.

Lin Shen stood by the bar not far away, holding a glass of champagne, his gaze lingering on Xia Jiang for a few seconds.

He was making plans in his mind.

Judging from the current situation, Qiu Jiang's succession plan has been disrupted by Long Nan's death.

If you want Qiu Jiang to take over smoothly, the cleanest and most efficient way is to make Xia Jiang lose his right to inherit.

If we really can't think of any good solutions, then we can only consider the most direct way to remove Xia Jiang as an obstacle.

Beautiful women may be attractive, but that can't stop me from making money!

Just as he was thinking this, Conan suddenly spoke up.

Conan, holding a glass of juice, stared at the crowd in the distance, but spoke to Lin Shen: "President, is this the end of it?"

Lin Shen withdrew his gaze, glanced down at Conan, and smiled: "What do you think?"

Conan shook his head, his tone certain: "Probably not."

Lin Shen was somewhat curious: "What's the reason?"

Conan looked up at Lin Shen and said irritably, "You haven't even made your move yet!"

"You didn't come on this ship just to be a bystander, did you?"

Lin Shen was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The laughter sounded somewhat abrupt in the restaurant, causing several guests to turn around and glance at him.

After he finished laughing, he looked down at Conan, his tone tinged with admiration: "You're really smart! You're right. Things aren't over yet."

Upon hearing this, Conan immediately perked up and quickly asked, "Will more people die next?"

Lin Shen nodded, his tone calm: "People will definitely die."

Conan's voice unconsciously rose a little: "Who?"

Lin Shen shook his head: "I don't know about that..."

He still doesn't know what his next move should be.

How can we know who will be next?

Conan was so anxious that he kept scratching his hair with his fingers.

He then pressed on from a different angle: "So, at least tell me what your mission is?"

Seeing him scratching his head in frustration, Lin Shen smiled and shook his head: "It's even less likely I'll tell you that."

Just then, Lin Shen's phone vibrated.

He took out his phone and glanced at the caller ID—it was Mingmei.

He gestured with his chin towards Conan, then turned and walked to a relatively quiet porthole in the corner of the restaurant to answer the phone: "Hello, Akemi, is something wrong?"

On the other end of the phone, Akemi spoke quickly, her tone urgent yet deliberately low and cautious.

As Lin Shen listened, the smile on his face gradually froze, and then he revealed a surprised expression.

He was very surprised: "What? Xiao Wu is a member of the organization? And he wants me to help him?"

He held his phone, remained silent for a moment, and then a bold idea popped into his mind.

A slow, amused smile crept onto his lips. "Okay, no problem. I'll definitely... help him properly."

He hung up the phone, put it back in his pocket, turned around, and his gaze passed through the crowd, landing on Xia Jiang, who was sitting in a corner in the distance.

He held the glass of champagne he hadn't finished, gently swirled the golden liquid inside, and then tilted his head back to drink it all in one gulp.

Now the real show is about to begin!