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

Xiao Lan held Gu Jingzi's hand and stood under the streetlights at the entrance of Siqiao Middle School.

A chilly night breeze blew by, causing the hem of her school uniform skirt to flutter gently.

She felt her palms were sweaty and sticky, but Gu Jingzi's hands were colder than hers, like holding a block of ice.

Neither of them spoke; they just stood there like two stray cats abandoned on the roadside, their eyes fixed on the end of the road.

Xiaolan's mind was in complete chaos.

She didn't know what to pray for.

Should we pray that the club president arrives soon? Or should we pray that he doesn't come at all?

He's here, paid the money, will that madman in the helmet let him go?

Or will he kill everyone after getting the money?

She dared not think any further.

She could only hold Gu Jingzi's hand tightly, telling herself over and over again: It will be alright, it will be alright...

About ten minutes later, two car headlights lit up at the end of the road.

A black sedan approached from a distance, traveling at high speed, appearing somewhat out of place on the empty street.

The car braked suddenly and stopped in front of the school, its tires screeching as they scraped against the ground.

The car door was pushed open almost simultaneously, and a middle-aged man in a dark gray suit staggered out.

It's President Gu.

His eyes were red-rimmed, his tie was askew, and his hair was disheveled; he was completely devoid of his usual composed demeanor as a successful person.

He spotted Xiaolan and the small figure beside her at a glance.

He practically lunged at her, his voice urgent and hoarse: "You...you're that detective's daughter, aren't you? Quick! Bring my daughter here!"

Xiao Lan didn't move.

She stood there, a bitter smile on her face, her voice trembling: "President Gu...where's the money?"

"If you don't bring the money... your daughter and I will both be blown up."

She lowered her head, her gaze falling on Gu Jingzi's school uniform pocket, and her voice became even softer, "There's a remote-controlled bomb in her pocket. The kidnapper is watching us from somewhere."

President Gu paused for a moment, a suspicious expression on his face.

His first reaction was that the girl was talking nonsense.

But when he walked over and opened Gu Jingzi's school uniform pocket, and saw the square inside with black tape on it and a small red light on, his face turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he almost sat down on the ground.

His hands began to tremble, and he felt as if his spine had been removed; his voice trembled as he stammered, "This...this..."

He dared not hesitate any longer, and scrambled back to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and dragged out a black suitcase.

He pushed the suitcase in front of Xiaolan and his fingers trembled as he unzipped it.

Inside, stacks of brand-new banknotes worth tens of thousands of yuan were neatly piled up, with bank seals still affixed to the binding tape.

"Fifty million... fifty million is all here!" President Gu stared at Xiao Lan, his eyes bloodshot. "Where's the bomb? How do you defuse this bomb? Do you even know how to defuse it?"

Xiaolan shook her head, her voice low: "I don't know... I really don't know anything..."

Just then, President Gu's phone rang.

He frantically pulled out his phone, and the screen displayed an unfamiliar number.

He pressed the answer button and shakily held the phone to his ear.

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting about the weather: "President Gu, take the bomb out of your daughter's pocket and give it to that girl."

"Then you take your daughter and get in the car, and drive off. Don't try anything funny—if I find out there's a counterfeit bill in those fifty million, you won't be seeing the sun rise tomorrow."

"No counterfeit money! Absolutely no counterfeit money! Don't worry!!" President Gu practically shouted.

"That's good. Let's go."

The phone hangs up.

President Gu hurriedly pulled the two remote-controlled bombs out of Gu Jingzi's pocket and carefully handed them to Xiaolan as if they were two hand grenades that could explode at any moment.

Then he scooped up his daughter, jumped into the car without looking back, and yelled at the driver, "Drive! Drive!"

The car sped off as if fleeing for its life, leaving a black rubber trail in the road before disappearing around the street corner.

Ran stood there, holding the two remote-controlled bombs in her hands, with a black suitcase full of 50 million yen next to her, standing alone under the streetlight.

The night wind blew by, making her eyes sting.

She took a deep breath, bent down to pull her suitcase, and turned to walk step by step back to the abandoned warehouse deep inside the school.

Outside the warehouse door, Lin Shen was leaning against the wall.

He saw Xiaolan dragging her suitcase in and nodded with satisfaction: "Well done."

He gestured for Xiaolan to go inside the warehouse.

After Xiaolan went inside, she put her suitcase on the ground, looked up, her eyes filled with unease, and her voice trembled with anticipation: "The money... I got it back for you."

"Now...can you let us go?"

Lin Shen looked down at her, smiled, and then slowly shook his head: "This money is Gu Jingzi's ransom, not yours."

"If you want to leave, you'll have to pay extra."

Upon hearing this, Conan, Ran, and Kogoro Mouri were all stunned.

Their eyes widened, and their expressions jumped from "expectation" to "shock" to "disbelief" in an instant.

They knew the kidnapper was arrogant, but they didn't expect him to be this arrogant!

Having just extorted 50 million yen, they immediately said, "This is just the ransom for that little girl; your ransom is separate."

Kogoro Mouri was the first to realize what was happening. He immediately put on a bitter face, his voice a mix of pleading and feigned poverty: "You've kidnapped the wrong person!"

"I'm just a third-rate detective; all the valuables I own on me don't even add up to 100,000 yuan!"

"I only have about 500,000 to 600,000 yen in my bank account, and that's money I saved up for drinking over several months!"

Xiaolan quickly nodded in agreement, her voice both urgent and soft: "Yes, yes! We really don't have much money! I'm just an ordinary high school student, what my dad said is true!"

Conan also shouted at the top of his lungs, "We're just an ordinary family!"

Lin Shen couldn't help but laugh after hearing this.

An ordinary family? You call someone who lives in a detached villa in Beikacho 2-chome an ordinary family?

Your dad is a bestselling mystery novelist, and your mom is a former famous actress. You call this an ordinary family?

And that "ordinary high school girl" next to you, her mother is a top lawyer with an annual income of tens of millions!

But he didn't expose him; he just smiled and said, "Extort as much as you can; it's professional ethics."

Conan mentally screamed: What kind of professional ethics is this?! Do kidnappers even have professional ethics?!

Lin Shen ignored Conan's expression, which looked like he'd swallowed a fly.

He picked up Xiaolan's phone, scrolled through the contacts, saw the number labeled "Mom," and pressed the dial button.

It rang several times, but no one answered.

He called again, but still no one answered. Lin Shen glanced at Xiao Lan speechlessly: "Looks like your mother's pretty busy."

Xiaolan gave a bitter smile, her voice very soft: "Yes...yes."

Lin Shen pursed his lips, then looked down and flipped through his contacts, his gaze landing on a name—"Yuanzi".

A smile crept onto his lips. "Then call this one; the nickname is quite friendly."

He pressed the dial button and turned on speakerphone.

The phone rang twice before being answered, and a cheerful girl's voice came from the other end: "Hey? Xiaolan! Calling me so late, do you miss me? Hehe~"

Lin Shen held the phone to his mouth, his tone relaxed and natural: "Hello, Ms. Sonoko."

"Xiao Lan, her father, and a little boy are all in my hands now."

"If you don't want anything to happen to your good friend, prepare the ransom."