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

The atmosphere at the dinner table was quite relaxed.

But that's only the surface.

Yukiko, sitting on the other side, remained silent throughout.

She kept her head down, and the bowl of rice in front of her had barely been touched.

He picked up a few grains of rice with his chopsticks, brought them to his mouth, and then put them down.

She chewed the little food in her mouth mechanically, as if she were chewing wax.

Her mind was in complete chaos.

The scenes from the afternoon seemed to be on repeat, constantly flooding my mind.

She recalled how excited she had been when she boarded that luxury yacht.

She recalled thinking, "Wow, this is lively," when she saw those bikini-clad beauties.

She remembered herself walking around curiously with the drink in her hand.

She stumbled upon the party…

That party was something she had never expected.

Those sounds, those images.

Those blush-inducing scenes.

Yukiko remembers that before she could react, Lin Shen suddenly appeared in front of her and swiftly picked her up.

She remembered his broad shoulders and the firm feel of them.

She remembered the oppressive feeling and the heat when he pinned her against the wall.

She remembers her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode, her mind going completely blank, and before she could think of anything, she was swept up in it.

What does that count for?

So what exactly is it?

Yukiko gripped the chopsticks tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white.

A wave of intense regret washed over her!

She shouldn't have gone to that party.

She really shouldn't have gone.

She's been out of the entertainment industry for so many years, how can she still be so naive?

But she couldn't say whose fault it was.

Was it Lin Shen's fault? Or was it her own fault?

Or was she just... unlucky?

Yukiko sighed inwardly.

She knew that it was too late for regrets now that things had come to this.

This matter must remain buried in my heart, hidden away, and never let anyone else know.

She exhaled softly, trying to calm herself down.

"Miss Yukiko?" Lin Shen's voice suddenly came.

Yukiko suddenly looked up: "Huh?"

Lin Shen looked at her with a hint of concern on his face: "You don't look well. Are you feeling unwell? You haven't touched the food much."

Yukiko paused for a moment, then quickly forced a smile: "No, no, I'm fine. It's just... I was a little tired from playing this afternoon, so I don't have much of an appetite."

Tetsuji Tomizawa chuckled and chimed in, "It's probably because of too much exercise! Normal, normal!"

Yukiko's smile froze for a moment.

She lowered her head, a blush creeping up her ears.

She picked up the glass in front of her, took a big gulp of water, and tried to use the ice water to cool down the burning sensation on her face.

"Aunt Yukiko, are you hot? Your face is so red." Conan looked up, blinked, and looked innocent.

Yukiko almost choked on the water, coughing twice: "Cough cough... It's okay, it's okay, it was probably just too sunny this afternoon!"

She put down her cup, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and tried her best to remain calm. "By the way, President Tomizawa," she quickly changed the subject, "this lobster is delicious, where did you get it from?"

Tetsuji Tomizawa was indeed led away: "Oh, this is shipped directly from Hokkaido, airlifted here every morning..."

The lively conversation resumed at the table.

Lin Shen glanced at Yukiko and chuckled softly.

Yukiko didn't give Lin Shen a friendly look, silently snorted at him, then picked up a small piece of tempura, put it in her mouth and chewed it, as if she wanted to chew him up!

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While everyone at the Tomizawa villa was enjoying a lively dinner, Rena Mizunashi suddenly started moving.

She changed into a maid's outfit, put her hair up, applied some makeup, changed the shape of her eyebrows, and added two light brown freckles to her face.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, making sure she looked significantly different from her usual self, before leaving the room.

She walked very lightly, with her head slightly lowered, like a maid at work.

Rena Mizunashi evaded several patrolling bodyguards and began to wander around the villa along the corridor.

Finally, she stood at the corner of the corridor and glanced at the wine cellar from afar.

There were four bodyguards standing at the entrance to the wine cellar.

What kind of famous wine requires four professional bodyguards to protect it?

Rena Mizunashi's lips curled slightly; she had found the place where the CIA agents were being held!

She didn't rush to get closer, but turned and left.

About ten minutes later, she reappeared pushing a food cart.

The food cart was stocked with sandwiches, fried chicken nuggets, sushi rolls, a few bottles of beer, and a few bottles of whiskey.

She pushed the food cart leisurely to the entrance of the wine cellar, smiling at the four bodyguards: "Thank you for your hard work."

"The president said you guys work hard on duty, so he specially asked me to bring over some dinner. He even prepared some good wine!"

Her tone was relaxed and natural, and her smile was just right, making her look exactly like a capable maid.

The four bodyguards' eyes lit up when they saw the food and drinks on the food truck.

One of them, who seemed to be the leader, even remarked with a smile, "The president is so considerate!"

Another person had already reached for a bottle of beer: "Wow, it's ice cold! Perfect!"

The four people gathered around the food cart. One picked up a sandwich, another opened a beer, and the other two started looking around to see what other good food was available.

No one noticed that the delivery maid hadn't left.

She stood beside the food cart, watching them with a smile, as if waiting for them to finish eating before clearing the cart away.

Just as the lead bodyguard took his first bite of the sandwich, Rena Mizunashi moved.

She pulled a knife from the lower level of the dining car with her right hand; the blade gleamed coldly under the light.

Without any unnecessary movements, she flicked her wrist, and the tip of the knife pierced the throat of the bodyguard closest to her.

The man collapsed to the ground before he could even utter a sound.

The second bodyguard's eyes widened, and he was about to shout when Mizunashi Rena stepped forward, held the knife in reverse, and slashed horizontally. A line of blood bloomed from the man's neck, and he fell down as well.

The third bodyguard reacted immediately and reached for his gun holster at his waist.

But Rena Mizunashi was much faster than him.

She kicked a beer bottle on the ground, and the bottle flew out and hit the man right in the face.

The man groaned and leaned back. Before he could regain his balance, the knife had already pierced his chest.

The fourth bodyguard finally snapped out of his shock.

He didn't draw his gun, but turned and ran towards the door.

His target was clear: the alarm button on the wall.

His hand was already outstretched, his fingertips less than two or three centimeters from the red button.

At that very moment, Rena Mizunashi flicked her wrist, and the knife in her hand flew out.

With a "thud," the blade pierced the man's back with pinpoint accuracy.

He lunged forward, his hand brushing against the alarm button, but ultimately slid down limply and collapsed against the door.

Rena Mizunashi walked over, bent down, pulled out a knife, and wiped the blood off the man's body.

She didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground before reaching out and pushing open the cellar door.

The wine cellar was dimly lit, with a faint aroma of wine in the air, and the shelves reaching the ceiling were densely packed with wines.

Rena Mizunashi walked in, her gaze sweeping around, and she spotted the CIA officer tied to a chair in the corner.

They tensed when they saw the maid burst in: "Who...who are you?"

Rena Mizunashi said calmly, "I came to save you."

She didn't waste any words, nor did she reveal her identity.

She stepped forward and quickly untied the ropes: "Come with me!"

The CIA agents helped each other to their feet and followed Rena Mizunashi out of the wine cellar.