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

When Lin Shen saw Yoko Okino arrive, he didn't rush to speak. He simply nodded to her as a greeting... After all, she was a friend here, so he had to give her some face.

He took out his phone, found Yukiko's number, and dialed it.

I answered the phone after it rang twice.

"Feed? Lin Shen? What's up?" Yukiko's voice was a little lazy, sounding like she was curled up on the sofa and didn't want to move.

Lin Shen's tone was brief: "Come to Cafe 221B. Yoko Okino is here too. Let's get down to business!"

There was a moment of silence on Yukiko's end, then her voice immediately brightened: "Yoko? Okay, I'm coming right away! Wait for me fifteen minutes!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Shen noticed that Vermouth was looking at him with a probing gaze.

She took the coffee Akemi handed her, her tone unhurried: "President Hayashi, you... know Yukiko?"

Lin Shen hummed in agreement: "I know her. I've started an artist management agency with her, and we're planning to sign Yoko to our agency."

Vermouth raised an eyebrow, uttered an "Oh," and said with a slightly drawn-out, meaningful tone, "Eh...I see..."

She didn't ask any more questions, picked up her cup and took a sip of coffee, but her gaze lingered on his face for a second longer.

Lin Shen didn't know what she was thinking, and he didn't intend to explain too many details to her.

Yukiko arrived very quickly, as expected.

About fifteen minutes later, the door was pushed open.

Today she wore a beige trench coat over a light-colored turtleneck sweater, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, making her look both neat and gentle.

The moment she entered, she saw Mord, paused noticeably, and asked in surprise, "Chris? What are you doing here?"

Upon seeing Yukiko, Vermouth immediately broke into a warm smile and stood up to greet her: "Yukiko! Long time no see! I didn't expect you to be here too, what a coincidence."

As she spoke, she naturally took Yukiko's arm, as if they were old friends meeting.

Yukiko smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries with her.

Lin Shen found it somewhat interesting to see how enthusiastic the two of them were.

Vermouth's presence here today is probably not just about thanking herself.

Now that she knows Yukiko, she's probably even less inclined to leave.

A woman like Vermouth is always gathering information.

She wouldn't let any opportunity to get closer to her goal slip by.

Yukiko sat down, and Vermouth sat down next to her. The two of them chatted enthusiastically for a long time.

They talked about what they've been busy with lately, then about skincare, and then about celebrity gossip.

Lin Shen did not participate in their conversation.

He glanced at the time, then turned to Yoko Okino and said, "Yoko, Yukiko will be the president of the agency from now on. Why don't you talk to her about the transfer?"

Yoko Okino paused for a moment, looked at Yukiko, then at Lin Shen: "Ah... okay, okay."

She sat down somewhat awkwardly opposite Yukiko.

Yukiko also put away her casual expression from chatting with Vermouth and adopted a serious, professional smile: "Yoko, I've heard about your situation from President Hayashi as well."

"Let's talk slowly. First, tell me your thoughts on the future, and feel free to make any requests you may have."

Seeing that they had started talking about serious matters, Lin Shen didn't interrupt and walked to the other side of the bar with his glass.

The four women huddled together, chattering away, their conversation jumping from work to gossip, and then back to work.

Lin Shen listened for a while, but his ears were ringing and he couldn't quiet down at all.

He finished the last sip of his coffee and made an excuse to leave the coffee shop.

Rena Mizunashi watched Lin Shen leave and then sat for a while longer.

She finished the last sip of coffee, put the cup down, glanced at her phone, and then stood up: "It's getting late, I have an interview appointment, I have to go now."

Vermouth raised her hand: "Take care."

Yoko Okino waved to her too: "Rena, contact me later."

Rena Mizunashi smiled at her, pushed open the door, and walked out.

She did not go directly back to the TV station.

Instead, they walked for a while and then hailed a taxi on the side of the road.

After getting in the car, she gave an address, then changed the route twice, making the driver go around in circles to make sure no one was following her, before getting off at a secluded intersection.

She walked to a public phone booth on the street corner, dropped in a coin, and dialed a number.

The phone rang twice before someone answered it.

Rena Mizunashi lowered her voice: "It's me, Hidemi Hondo. I've received information that Tetsuji Tomizawa recently purchased a considerable number of Gatling guns and RPGs."

"A heavyweight weapon, sourced reliably."

"I received this information from someone close to him and suggested that we verify it immediately."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone before a deep "I understand" came through.

Rena Mizunashi hung up the phone.

But instead of leaving the phone booth immediately, she put in another coin, picked up the receiver, dialed another number, and called her colleague at the TV station.

"Hello, it's me. Send me the program schedule for tonight in my email... Okay, sure."

"By the way, is there a meeting tomorrow morning? Sigh... I'm so busy, running around everywhere, and I didn't sleep well last night."

"Okay, I got it! Has anyone been looking for me? No, that's great..."

"Thank you so much for your help. I'll treat you to coffee later!"

"..."

She spoke in a relaxed and natural tone, confirming work arrangements with her colleagues and chatting for a while before hanging up the phone.

She slowly walked out of the phone booth, straightened her clothes, and stood by the roadside waiting for the next taxi.

She deliberately avoided mentioning Lin Shen's name.

This is a move that requires caution.

If the source of the intelligence is reported as "Lin Shen," the CIA will inevitably turn its attention to him.

So the next things to investigate are—"How does Lin Shen know all this?", "Where did he buy the goods?", and "Who is behind him?"

If the investigation reaches that point, Lin Shen will quickly be able to pinpoint the source of the information as her, or suspect Vermouth.

Then her identity is in jeopardy.

She didn't want to take that risk!

Just pin the intelligence source on someone close to Tetsuji Tomizawa, and let the CIA investigate the specifics.

It's quite normal for an intelligence agency as large as the CIA to have spies planted around Tetsuji Tomizawa.

If all else fails, the CIA can quickly turn one of them to their side.

Anyway, the intelligence has already been sent over; how they verify it later is their business.

Rena Mizunashi stood on the side of the street, a cool breeze blowing by.

She recalled the scene she had witnessed before leaving.

Yukiko and Yoko Okino sat together chatting earnestly, while Lin Shen sat behind the bar with a slight smile on his face.

She suddenly thought that if Lin Shen's talent agency could really sign Yoko Okino, then Yoko Okino's career would indeed take a step forward.

This is a good thing!

Moreover, helping Yoko Okino would also help improve Lin Shen's favorability.

She watched the traffic flow, secretly planning how to lend a hand to Yoko Okino at the right time.

She thought about it for a while, and a vague plan gradually formed in her mind.

But standing here in the wind, I can't think of anything concrete. Anyway, there's plenty of time in the future, so I'll go back and think about it later.

Rena Mizunashi waved, got into a taxi, gave the name of the TV station, leaned back in the seat, closed her eyes, and the two thoughts in her mind were still going back and forth.