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

After finishing breakfast, Yukiko took a sip of the coffee that Akemi had just brewed and comfortably closed her eyes for a moment.

She said with some surprise, "Ms. Akemi... your skills are amazing! This coffee is better than many of the high-end coffee shops I've had."

Akemi smiled and said, "Thank you. I usually do some research when I'm not working at the shop."

Yukiko put down her coffee cup, feeling much better than before.

She wasn't the type to get stuck in her emotions. What could she do now that it had already happened?

You can't exactly take a knife and hack at the forest, can you?

She had actually considered it, but she figured she couldn't beat them in a fight!

Sigh, it's all my fault for constantly advising against it and insisting on going up to join the fun!

As she sighed inwardly, she tried her best to suppress the images from last night deep into her mind.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and looked at Lin Shen: "So, you said you had something important to discuss... What is it?"

Lin Shen put down his coffee cup and, without beating around the bush, said directly, "I want to open an artist management agency."

"But as you know, I know absolutely nothing about the entertainment industry."

"You've been in this industry for so long, you're knowledgeable, and you know a lot of people. I'd like to ask you to help me with the operations."

Yukiko was stunned when she heard this.

Talent agency?

She blinked, thinking she had misheard.

Her first thought was—was this guy trying to keep her as a mistress?

Use money to bribe her and make her willingly become the other man's mistress!

Yukiko has seen this trick many times before. Some bosses in the entertainment industry like to use this method. They talk about "cooperation" but actually want to support people!

Yukiko thought about it more and more and felt that this was indeed the case.

She snorted, her tone tinged with displeasure: "You think you can bribe me with such methods? Let me tell you, I won't agree."

Lin Shen looked at her wary expression and smiled helplessly: "What are you thinking? I really just want to open an artist management agency."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Mingmei and said, "Could you please bring that document over here?"

Akemi nodded, took a folder from under the counter, walked over and placed it in front of Yukiko: "Ms. Yukiko, please take a look."

Yukiko glanced at Lin Shen suspiciously, then opened the folder and flipped through it.

The information was very detailed and didn't seem to have been prepared hastily!

She looked up, her voice tinged with shock: "Wait...aren't you the one who owns a coffee shop? Why are you suddenly opening a talent agency?"

"Isn't this career change a bit too outrageous?" Lin Shen chuckled, his tone casual. "I had no choice, I just had too much money."

"If we don't open more businesses, the money laundering will be slower!"

Yukiko was momentarily speechless, but she quickly recovered: "Wait... what did you say? Too much money is difficult to handle?"

She lowered her voice, looking at him with a hint of fear, "What do you mean by 'handling'? It can't be...money laundering, can it?"

Lin Shen did not deny it, but simply smiled.

Yukiko was completely devastated.

She quickly looked around to make sure no one else was in the coffee shop before lowering her voice and saying, "Don't let me find out about this! I don't know anything about it! Don't drag me into this!"

Seeing her panicked expression, Lin Shen felt even more relaxed: "What are you afraid of? It's not like I'm asking you to do anything illegal."

"You help me run a legitimate artist management agency, legal and compliant, paying taxes. It's just that the flow of funds behind the scenes is a bit complicated."

Yukiko stared at him with her eyes, without saying a word.

She bet this guy was doing it on purpose; the more casually he spoke, the deeper the water ran.

She quickly steered the conversation back on track: "Um... I don't know how to run a talent agency. I used to be an artist, not a company owner."

Lin Shen said, "If you don't know how, just learn. It's not difficult anyway. Besides, I don't have any performance requirements here, so you can do whatever you want... It's mainly for money laundering anyway."

Yukiko pretended not to hear the words "money laundering" again, her voice dry: "Well... could you let me think about it?"

Lin Shen nodded: "Of course. I don't like forcing others to cooperate with me."

He paused, then added, "You can go back and discuss it with Mr. Kudo. I'd be even happier if he could help me too!"

What else can Yukiko say?

She could only stand up, pick up her bag, and force a smile as she said goodbye.

The moment she stepped out of the coffee shop, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

Yukiko went back to the Kudo residence first, took a shower, changed into casual clothes, and looked at her complexion in the mirror.

It's alright, I touched up my makeup a little, so it's not very noticeable.

She bought some apples and grapes, then hailed a taxi and headed to Asai Clinic.

Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Yukiko looked at the street scene flashing by outside the window, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

What happened last night, the artist management company, the money laundering...

Everything was piling up at once, giving her a real headache.

The car stopped in front of the Asai Clinic.

Yukiko paid the fare, got out of the car with the fruit basket, stood at the entrance of the clinic, and took a deep breath.

Yusaku has excellent observation skills, and I absolutely cannot let him see anything amiss.

Fortunately, her acting skills are pretty good too!

She tried to relax her expression as much as possible, slightly raising the corners of her mouth to create a smile that was exactly the same as usual.

That standard smile of "gentle and cheerful Yukiko Kudo".

She walked to the door of the ward and was about to knock and go in when she heard a conversation coming from inside.

She instinctively stopped what she was doing.

It was Asai Narumi's voice: "Mr. Kudo, what do you think of this passage?"

Yukiko was taken aback. Instead of knocking, she stood by the door and listened quietly.

Yusaku Kudo's voice came from inside, tinged with amusement: "Dr. Asai, this autopsy report is exceptionally well-written!"

"If I were to write it, I definitely couldn't capture this level of detail. It's clear that professionals make a difference when writing professional content."

Asai Narumi's voice was clearly tinged with pleasure: "Mr. Kudo, you flatter me."

"Other doctors can write autopsy reports like this, but only I can write such a brilliant mystery novel."

Yusaku Kudo laughed along, "Dr. Asai, you're too modest."

"With your help during this time, my writing efficiency has increased a lot, and inspiration is flowing continuously. I've never been this efficient when writing at home."

"At home, I'm always interrupted by various things; I'll be called away after writing for a while."

"It's still quiet here, and with you helping me with some medical details, I don't want to leave the hospital."

Dr. Asai's voice was tinged with laughter: "Really? That's wonderful! If you like, stay a little longer."

"Anyway, I'm usually alone and don't have much to talk to. I'm so happy to be able to communicate with a great writer like you."

"..."

The relaxed and cheerful conversation coming from behind the door sounded like that of two kindred spirits having a pleasant chat!

Yukiko stood outside the door, quietly clutching the fruit basket in her hand.

The smile on her face gradually disappeared.

A strange feeling welled up inside her, a sense of guilt... but it gradually faded away.

Yukiko stood there for a while, then finally raised her hand and knocked on the door.