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

Yukiko and Conan wandered aimlessly along the villa's corridor.

Landscape paintings hung on the walls on both sides of the corridor, warm yellow wall lamps hung overhead, and soft carpets swayed underfoot, making it so quiet that you couldn't hear your own footsteps.

Yukiko walked for a while, then suddenly spoke up: "Conan, did you see that?"

Conan, looking down at his phone without looking up, asked, "What did you see?"

Yukiko clicked her tongue, her tone carrying a woman's unique sharpness: "Didn't you notice?"

"The way Ayako looks at President Hayashi... tsk tsk tsk, it's like it's shining."

Conan looked up, his face filled with disbelief: "Seriously? You could even tell?"

Yukiko smiled smugly, crossing her arms: "Of course! Girls are very sensitive about matters of the heart."

"Unlike you, all you have in your mind are deductions and cases, you don't understand anything else."

Conan pouted, unconvinced: "What... I just wasn't paying attention!"

He paused, a hint of helplessness in his voice, "But then again, President Lin is really popular with girls."

He nodded in deep agreement: "Absolutely. This guy has a mysterious aura that makes girls unconsciously want to get closer to him and understand him."

"To be honest, I'm quite interested in him too."

Upon hearing this, Conan immediately tensed up and lowered his voice, saying, "Hey, Mom! Control yourself! You're a married woman!"

Yukiko playfully tapped his head: "What nonsense are you thinking? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Conan covered his head and muttered under his breath, "That's not necessarily true... The infidelity rate among Japanese women is as high as 46%..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yukiko's fist slammed into the top of his head.

Conan let out an "Ah!" and with tears welling up in his eyes, he admitted defeat: "...I was wrong, I won't say anything like that again."

Yukiko snorted, withdrew her fist, and did not pursue the matter further.

Conan rubbed his head and quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, Mom, what kind of person do you think President Lin is?"

Yukiko pondered for a moment, then said with a hint of seriousness, "Hmm... I wouldn't say he's a good person, nor would I say he's a bad person. In short, he's a very complex man."

"As for what kind of person he is, we probably need to get to know him better before we can draw a conclusion."

Conan frowned: "Mom, I think you'd better not get involved in this mess... This person is dangerous."

Yukiko smiled confidently: "You underestimate your mother? Don't worry, I promise you, if I sense anything is wrong, I'll leave immediately without hesitation."

Conan looked at her confident face, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He knew his mother's temperament; he couldn't stop her.

Moreover, although Lin Shen is dangerous, he hasn't done anything too outrageous so far, at least he hasn't done anything indiscriminately killing innocent people.

Letting Yukiko investigate might not be a bad thing.

As Yukiko walked to the end of the corridor, her eyes suddenly lit up. At the left corner, a metal sign hung on a frosted glass door—the gym.

Yukiko stopped in her tracks, her eyes lighting up: "Huh? There's a gym here! I'll have to go in and work out to burn off some calories tonight."

"I ate way too much for dinner tonight... If I don't exercise, I'm sure I'll gain weight tomorrow."

As she spoke, she opened the glass door and glanced inside. The room was fully equipped with all sorts of equipment, spacious and quiet.

She waved to Conan, "I'll go in first then, you can take your time exploring by yourself."

Conan nodded: "Okay, Mom, be careful."

Yukiko waved and walked into the gym without looking back.

Conan continued to wander around the villa alone.

He didn't know where he was going, so he just wandered around and looked around.

The Suzuki family's villa is indeed ridiculously large, with seven or eight corridors, each looking almost identical, with similar paintings and similar green plants.

After walking for a while, Conan was approached by several men dressed in black suits and wearing headsets, who looked like bodyguards.

He didn't pay much attention, stepped aside to let her pass, and planned to continue walking forward.

But just as they were about to pass each other, Conan suddenly stopped.

He turned around, looked at the backs of the bodyguards, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Something's not right; these people's walking posture is off.

Although they were wearing bodyguard uniforms and headsets, they looked around furtively as they walked, stopping at every intersection to scrutinize their surroundings.

One of them was even looking at his phone as he walked, as if checking a map.

How could a qualified bodyguard, especially one responsible for the security of this villa, not be familiar with the layout here?

They don't even know the way, so what kind of protection are they supposed to provide?

Conan stood there, several thoughts quickly swirling in his mind.

He wasn't sure if these people were definitely suspicious, but he was certain they were completely unfamiliar with the villa.

It's not impossible that they were just new security guards temporarily transferred in... But this villa is so big, and the Sonoko family always has tight security. How could they let a few unfamiliar faces who don't even know the way move around freely?

Conan thought for a moment and decided to follow them to see what was going on.

Anyway, I'm just idling around now.

If he's just being paranoid, then everything is fine; at most, it'll just waste a few minutes.

If not... then this villa might not be so peaceful tonight.

Thinking of this, Conan started walking and followed along as if nothing had happened.

He maintained a safe distance, walking lightly and unhurriedly behind the group.

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On the other side, inside a private cinema.

The room wasn't big, but the equipment was top-notch.

A Japanese horror film, "Ju-on," is playing on a huge screen.

The sound system is imported from Germany, and the surround sound effect is extremely realistic; even the creaking of a window sounds like it's right next to your ear.

The lights had been dimmed, leaving only the flickering light and shadow on the curtain.

Lin Shen sat in the middle of the sofa, with Yuanzi on his left and Xiaolan on his right.

The three of them sat side by side, chatting and laughing, but the atmosphere became quiet twenty minutes after the movie started.

As the plot unfolds, the atmosphere of terror intensifies.

When the pale-faced little boy on the screen appeared at the corner of the stairs, Xiaolan and Yuanzi screamed almost simultaneously. Like two frightened little animals, they both rushed towards Lin Shen.

Yuanzi hugged Lin Shen's left arm, closed her eyes, and kept nuzzling against his shoulder.

Xiao Lan gripped Lin Shen's right arm, her whole body tense, her breathing rapid: "Ugh... This is too scary..."

Sonoko's voice trembled, her teeth chattering. "Ah... I can't watch anymore..."

Xiao Lan buried her face in Lin Shen's shoulder, not even daring to steal a glance at the screen.

Lin Shen sat between the two, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

As the movie reached its climax, Ran and Sonoko could no longer hold back.

She shuddered and let out a mournful cry. All her strength vanished, and she curled up into a ball, clinging tightly to Lin Shen's shoulder, sobbing softly, her breathing becoming rapid.

Seeing their reactions, Lin Shen couldn't help but chuckle: "Oh dear, why are you so scared? It's not scary at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ran and Sonoko both blushed, looked up at him, glared at him, and then simultaneously lowered their heads and each bit one of his arms.

Lin Shen cried out in pain, "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Are you two dogs?"

The two then opened their mouths, blushing as they looked at him, their eyes filled with an indescribable shyness.

Just then, Lin Shen's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He wiped his hands with his clothes before picking up his phone and glancing at it. The caller ID showed it was Conan.

He pressed the answer button.

Conan's hushed voice came from the other end of the phone: "President! Something terrible has happened!"