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

Lin Shen smiled, leaned forward slightly, placed the teacup on the coffee table, and said, "Some people are born for the workplace. Attorney Fei, you are one of those people."

"If you were trapped in your home, spending all your time around the stove, you would definitely live like a walking corpse."

"There's not much difference between being alive and being dead."

Eri Kisaki was slightly taken aback when she heard this.

She studied for so many years, got into a prestigious university, and worked herself to the bone to pass the bar exam, all to prove herself!

This proves that she is not just a "housewife," and that she can stand on her own two feet in a man's world!

Lin Shen's words struck a chord deep within her heart.

She was silent for a moment, her expression showing a hint of gratitude at being understood, and her voice softened slightly:

"President Lin, I do prefer the workplace. But... I always feel a little guilty towards Xiaolan."

Lin Shen waved his hand and said, "Attorney Fei, no matter what choice a person makes, they will regret it."

People always romanticize the path they haven't walked.

He paused, looking at her earnestly, "But since you've chosen the path of becoming a lawyer, just keep going and don't look back."

"Xiao Lan will be proud of you."

Eri Kisaki seemed frozen in place by those words.

She looked at Lin Shen with an incredulous shock in her eyes, as if she hadn't expected this young man to say such insightful words.

She remained silent for a long while, then slowly let out a sigh of relief, her tone filled with genuine respect:

"President Lin, I didn't expect you to say something like that. You're right, I've learned a lot."

She lowered her head, looking at the tea leaves floating in the teacup, and added softly, "I wish everyone else could understand me like that."

Lin Shen knew she was referring to Kogoro Mouri.

He didn't point it out, but just smiled and said, "We live this life for ourselves, not for others."

He leaned back on the sofa, put his hands behind his head, and said, "Besides, with your current achievements and status, you don't need to care about the opinions of so many people."

These words warmed Eri's heart.

Looking at Lin Shen, she suddenly understood why Miyano Akemi chose to stay by this man's side.

People as open-minded, insightful, and respectful as him are extremely rare in this world.

Lin Shen suddenly changed the subject, asking casually, "Attorney Fei, do you usually experience a lot of work pressure?"

Eri Kisaki was taken aback by his sudden change of topic, but she still nodded truthfully, her tone tinged with helplessness:

"Yes, the work pressure in the legal profession is quite high. When there are many cases, it is common to not be able to sleep all night."

After listening, Lin Shen gave a mysterious smile and stood up from the sofa: "In that case, I'll take you to relax."

Looking at the mysterious smile on his face, Eri Kisaki felt a slight sense of uncertainty rising in her heart.

Her instinct was to politely decline: "Well... maybe we shouldn't? It's getting late."

Lin Shen didn't give her a chance to refuse. He laughed and walked over, grabbing her wrist without a word, his tone filled with an irresistible enthusiasm:

"Let's go, Attorney Fei! Don't worry, I guarantee you'll like it."

He half-dragged, half-carried Eri away from the living room, through a corridor, and into the basement of the villa.

Lin Shen pushed open a heavy, soundproof door at the far end of the basement. The lights inside automatically turned on as soon as someone entered.

Eri Kisaki stared at the scene before her for a moment, then visibly relaxed. Thankfully, it wasn't anything shameful.

This is a private shooting range.

It wasn't large, but it was fully equipped, and the ventilation system was running quietly. There was a faint smell of metal and gunpowder in the air.

A row of firearms of various models, from pistols to submachine guns, were hanging on the wall, neatly arranged on the gun rack.

Lin Shen walked to the gun rack, picked up a Glock 17, checked the magazine, and then handed it to Eri Kisaki.

He then picked up a pair of noise-canceling headphones from the side and handed them to her, saying in a relaxed tone, "Here you go, Attorney Fei, give it a try."

Eri Kisaki took the Glock and weighed it in her hand.

She didn't show the tension or resistance that is common for beginners; on the contrary, she held it quite naturally.

She put on noise-canceling headphones, adjusted her grip on the gun, then raised her arm and aimed at the human-shaped paper target fifty meters away.

She took a deep breath and then pulled the trigger. Bang bang bang bang bang, five bullets in quick succession, the rhythm steady, without panicking due to the recoil.

As Eri fired her gun, she mentally labeled all the idiot clients who annoyed her, the incompetent prosecutors, and the self-righteous judges on the target paper.

That shameless client who kept pestering her and refused to pay her lawyer's fees—bang!

That prosecutor who made sarcastic remarks in court, saying "All you lawyers know is money," bang!

That old judge who always had a stern expression during court hearings and deliberately made things difficult for her just because she was a woman—bang, bang, bang!

She unleashed all the unhappiness and repression she had accumulated at work through those ten bullets, shooting them fiercely onto the target paper!

Click click...

The sound of an empty magazine going into standby mode rang out; the ammo was gone.

Eri lowered her arms, took a slight breath, and felt that the tightness in her chest had eased considerably.

Lin Shen smiled at her lingering expression, turned around, picked up an MP5 submachine gun from the gun rack, and checked the magazine.

Then he went to Eri Kisaki's side and taught her how to adjust her grip and shoulder position, and also told her how to control the muzzle rise when firing in bursts.

His teaching was concise and to the point, without any unnecessary words, and he explained the key points clearly in a few words.

Eri Kisaki learned quickly. She took the submachine gun, adjusted her breathing, and then aimed again at the target paper that had been replaced.

The rapid-fire of submachine guns echoed through the underground firing range, its rhythm dense and powerful.

The bullet casings bounced and tumbled on the ground, scattering everywhere.

Eri Kisaki's lips tightened involuntarily, her eyes flashing with a fierceness she would never normally show in public. As she pulled the trigger, she couldn't help but curse:

"Bastards! Idiots! Just die!"

She poured all the people and things that disgusted, angered, and frustrated her into each and every bullet.

When one magazine was empty, she let go and let the empty magazine fall to the ground. Lin Shen, very tacitly, handed her a new magazine from the side.

She took it, quickly put it on, pulled the bolt, and continued firing.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat, the second magazine was empty. She then loaded a third magazine and continued firing.

The bolt made a crisp click as the magazine was emptied, and the third magazine was also completely emptied.

She slowly lowered her arms, her chest heaving, her breathing noticeably more rapid than before, but her face bore an unprecedented, thoroughly relaxed expression.

She stood there, gripping the still-warm submachine gun, silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, her voice carrying a light, relieved tone:

"President Lin, you know what, this thing... is really good at relieving stress."