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

Lin Shen followed his old habits.

Before leaving, they planned to set the place on fire!

Use a big fire to burn away all traces!

He glanced at the people scattered on the floor, took out a lighter, and looked at the row of curtains hanging to the ground in the corner of the hall: "Set this on fire before you leave, so you don't leave any traces."

As he spoke, he rubbed his thumb together, and a flame leaped out.

Sato Miwako rushed over, grabbed his wrist, and cried out urgently, "Don't burn him! You don't need to burn him!"

Lin Shen stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at her, somewhat puzzled: "Not burning it? If we don't burn it, when the police come, they might find some clues that could implicate us."

Sato glanced at the motionless pile of corpses on the ground and lowered his voice: "Just destroy the surveillance footage."

"They're gangsters who died, so nobody's going to investigate. When the Organized Crime Countermeasures Department sees a case like this, they just go through the motions."

She paused, then lowered her voice even further, "If you set this villa on fire, then things will get really serious."

"This house may not be registered in Shinichi Iwai's name, and the valuables inside the villa may have been placed here by important figures."

"If someone investigates later, it will only cause trouble."

After hearing her analysis, Lin Shen understood.

He nodded, put the lighter away, and said, "Okay, I'll do as Sato-nee says."

He did this in an attempt to drag Miwako Sato down with him.

What if the police really do investigate...

Then Miwako Sato will need my help!

Conan stood to the side, his expression grim: "I think it's better to burn it, isn't it? Anyway, all the clues have dried up. Let them investigate if they want. I'd rather they find nothing."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the spent cartridge cases on the ground. "There are too many traces left at this scene."

Miwako Sato had no rebuttal.

Lin Shen glanced at Conan and patted his head: "Alright, kid, you can't go wrong listening to Sato-nee. She's a police officer, she's been in this line of work longer than you, she knows it inside and out."

Conan wanted to say something, but seeing that Lin Shen had already turned towards the door, he realized he couldn't just set the villa on fire by himself, so he could only follow behind in a sullen mood.

After taking the surveillance hard drive, the three left the villa.

The car started and left Nanqingshan.

Conan sat in the back seat, looking into the rearview mirror until the villa completely disappeared into the darkness before he looked away.

The tension in my heart still hasn't eased.

For the next few days, everything was calm and peaceful.

Conan kept an eye on the news and the Metropolitan Police Department's activities every day, but there were no reports or arrest warrants, as if what happened that night had never happened.

He spent a few more days with this unease until Lin Shen called and asked him to have dinner together, "at that same barbecue restaurant."

At 7 p.m., the three of them sat in that private room again.

As soon as the charcoal fire was lit, Miwako Sato picked up a piece of pork belly and placed it on the grill. The fat sizzled as soon as it touched the grill.

She picked up two pieces of meat to fill her stomach before putting down her chopsticks: "I've inquired about what happened that night."

Conan tightened his grip on the water glass in his hand and immediately looked up at her.

Sato took a sip of beer: "The organized crime countermeasures department sent people to the villa, but as always, they didn't investigate seriously."

"Iwai's death was attributed to infighting within the yakuza, and the files are just sitting there, probably gathering dust in a while."

When Conan heard the words "gang infighting," he was stunned for a moment, then let out a long sigh of relief.

He leaned back in his chair, and the tense expression on his face, which had been there for several days, finally relaxed.

Seeing his relieved expression, Lin Shen chuckled and teased, "See? What did I tell you?"

"Thank goodness Sato-nee was here this time, otherwise I would have been stupid enough to set fire to all those big shots' assets and end up getting myself into trouble."

Sato Miwako rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "You've done this kind of thing... plenty of times, haven't you?"

Lin Shen didn't refute, but chuckled, "Indeed. But don't worry, I'm only doing good things, upholding justice and fighting crime."

"You've seen Batman, right? I'm Beika Town's Batman."

After hearing this, Conan couldn't help but retort, "Batman doesn't kill. You never leave anyone alive. How are you similar?"

Sato Miwako turned to look at Conan, then at Lin Shen, her expression suddenly complex as if she were getting to know her "sworn brother" all over again.

She opened her mouth, but in the end, she just silently took a sip of beer, as if trying to suppress the shock in her heart.

She suddenly realized that she might have underestimated Lin Shen.

That day at the villa, he single-handedly took down more than twenty people with two guns. She had never seen such a performance in all her years as a criminal investigator.

She even regretted that she had impulsively become sworn siblings with this person.

Lin Shen seemed to read her mind, and smiled, tilting his head slightly: "Sister Sato, are you regretting acknowledging me as your younger brother now? It's not too late to regret it."

Sato was silent for a few seconds, then put down his glass and said calmly, "No regrets."

She paused, as if organizing her thoughts, and said, "I can tell you're not a bad person."

"If he were a bad guy, you wouldn't have gone straight to Iwai and fought him just because Ayumi's three kids might be targeted by a drug cartel."

"If it were me... I couldn't do that either."

She said this with a hint of self-deprecation, "After being a police officer for so long, you always get used to weighing the pros and cons... You're much more decisive than the rest of us."

Upon hearing this, even Conan fell silent.

He silently looked down at the grill in front of him, his thoughts a jumble of emotions.

He couldn't bring himself to simply dismantle a drug cartel's headquarters for Ayumi and the others' safety.

He couldn't be so reckless and impulsive!

Lin Shen didn't seem to care much. He picked up a slice of grilled beef tongue, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth. After chewing it a couple of times, he said, "Good and bad are just different perspectives."

"You police officers think I went too far, and those gangsters wish I were dead, but in the eyes of Ayumi and her friends, I'm probably the best person in the world."

After he finished speaking, he chuckled to himself.

Sato Miwako stared at him for a long while, then finally sighed, her tone complicated: "You're good at talking."

"But don't do this kind of thing again, okay?"

"It's very dangerous. If you make a single mistake, you'll die."

Lin Shen nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand, Sister Sato. I will definitely be careful and will not act impulsively. Impulsiveness is the devil."

Sato shook his head at his grinning face.

She knew perfectly well that the other person hadn't listened at all.

But she didn't say anything more. She just picked up another piece of meat, dipped it in sauce, and put it in her mouth.

Inside the private room, the charcoal fire crackled and the aroma of meat filled the air.

The three of them stopped talking about those heavy topics and instead started discussing which sauce would be best for their steaks that night.