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

Chatan, Okinawa. The sea breeze carries a salty smell, tinged with the sweetness of tropical flowers.

Lin Shen got out of the taxi and looked up at the brightly lit hotel in front of him.

The Chatan Okinawa Beach Tower Hotel has a snow-white exterior that is so bright it hurts your eyes in the sun.

He dragged his suitcase into the lobby, and Xiaolan couldn't wait to run to the front desk to check in.

She returned with two room keys and said to everyone, "It's all done! My mom and I will share a room, and you two can share a room."

Mao Li Xiaowu reached out to take it, but Lin Shen spoke up: "I like sleeping alone, let's add another room!"

He took a card out of his wallet and handed it over; the receptionist processed it quickly.

Kogoro Mouri laughed and said, "That's good! Otherwise, it's always a bit awkward for two grown men to sleep together! Besides, I snore!"

Eri Kisaki's gaze lingered on Lin Shen for a moment, then casually looked away.

After quickly packing their luggage, everyone went back to their rooms and changed into casual clothes.

Lin Shen changed into a dark blue T-shirt and khaki shorts, then slipped on slippers and went downstairs.

Xiaolan was wearing a floral dress and a straw hat, looking ready to shop all day.

Eri Kisaki changed into a casual business style and looked much more relaxed than usual.

Kogoro Mouri also changed into that floral shirt, with sunglasses perched on his nose, and looked all smiles.

The four of them left the hotel, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for American Village.

The American Village in Okinawa, to put it bluntly, only emerged because of the US military stationed in Japan.

Located right next to Kadena Air Base, this area is home to American soldiers and their families, and over the years it has transformed into a completely American-style town.

Blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigners are everywhere, the buildings on both sides of the street are painted in various colors, the walls are covered with graffiti, and most of the shop signs are in English.

Walking here, you might really think you've stepped into a small town on the west coast of the United States.

Those who don't have the opportunity to visit the United States can spend a few thousand yen to come here and experience the intense "American flavor".

Along the roadside, there are rows of hamburger shops, hot dog stands, and taco restaurants, with queues outside and the aroma wafting everywhere.

Kogoro Mouri stood by the roadside, holding a hot dog he had just bought. He took a big bite, then gulped down some cola, letting out a satisfied sigh: "I must say, this place is actually quite interesting."

"Even though I didn't have the chance to go to New York, standing here is pretty much a way of saying I've been to America."

As he was reflecting on this, his eyes suddenly lit up!

A blonde, blue-eyed Caucasian woman walked over from the opposite direction, wearing a tank top that revealed her collarbone, and winked at him!

Kogoro Mouri was completely stunned, his back straightening as if he'd been electrocuted, and he even forgot to chew his hot dog: "Hey, I have to explore this place properly!"

Just as he was about to take a step, Xiaolan reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him forcefully: "Dad! I'm going with President Lin to the gift shop over there to buy something!"

"You and your mother are just strolling around nearby, do you hear me?"

Kogoro Mouri was pulled so hard he stumbled. He glanced back at Ran's threatening gaze, then at Eri Kisaki, who was already admiring the scenery.

He had no choice but to reluctantly reply, "...Okay, okay!"

Xiao Lan then let go of his hand, turned around and waved to Lin Shen: "President Lin, let's go! There's a gift shop over there, it looks really interesting!"

Lin Shen followed her over.

The gift shop is small, but the shelves are packed full.

Okinawa-exclusive lion figurines, US military base badges, T-shirts with ocean patterns, various collaboration keychains...

Xiaolan looked like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar, her eyes sparkling: "Wow! There are so many collaboration items here! Some of them you can't even buy in Tokyo!"

As she spoke, she picked up two or three shopping baskets and began shopping.

Lin Shen stood to the side, not in a hurry to buy anything, but instead looked out through the shop's floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

The sunlight shone on the streets, and everyone strolled slowly, completely different from Tokyo.

The buildings on both sides of the street are brightly colored, and the walls are covered with hippie-style graffiti. In the distance, there is a storefront with a retro neon sign.

A row of Harley-Davidson motorcycles were parked on the side of the road, and several burly American men wearing leather vests and covered in tattoos were chatting by the motorcycles.

Across the street was a small open-air plaza where several young women of Japanese and American descent, wearing hot pants, were dancing energetically to music coming from a speaker.

As Lin Shen watched, a sense of novelty arose in his heart.

Tokyo may be bustling, but it doesn't have this kind of vibe.

He was about to say something when his gaze suddenly stopped on the coffee shop across the street.

Several small white round tables were set up at the entrance of the coffee shop, and a person sat under a parasol.

With long blonde hair, sunglasses, and holding a cup of iced coffee, she looked as relaxed as if she were on vacation.

Lin Shen looked him over carefully, wondering to himself: Why does this person look so familiar?

He took out his phone, found the number, and pressed the dial button.

The phone rang only twice before being answered. Lin Shen asked tentatively, "Vermouth? Where are you?"

A soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "I'm in Okinawa, what's up?"

Lin Shen's lips twitched: "You're in Okinawa? What a coincidence. I saw you."

Through the glass window, he saw the woman looking in his direction, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Lin Shen confirmed it—yes, it was Vermouth.

He hung up the phone, told Xiaolan, "I'm going to buy a coffee across the street, I'll be right back," then pushed open the shop door, crossed the street, and walked to the table in the coffee shop.

Vermouth looked up, took off her sunglasses, revealing a smiling face: "Oh, what a coincidence."

Lin Shen sat down opposite her, his tone wary: "Hey, what brings you to Okinawa? Are you stalking me?"

Vermouth took a leisurely sip of her coffee, her tone tinged with disdain: "Me, following you? I arrived two days ago, even earlier than you."

"But what are you doing here?"

Instead of answering, Lin Shen asked, "What are you doing here?"

Vermouth sighed and muttered, "What else can we do? Carry out missions, of course."

"Some bastard sold a batch of weapons to Tetsuji Tomizawa, causing daily gunfights and explosions in Tokyo!!"

"The higher-ups were alarmed, so they sent me to investigate the leads."

She paused, her tone tinged with annoyance, "Tell me, in all of Japan, who can sell so many Gatling guns and RPGs to Tetsuji Tomizawa at once?"

"Who else could it be but those old army men? I've been wandering around here for the past two days, and my feet are practically blistered."

Lin Shen almost burst out laughing after hearing this, but he held it in.

He feigned sudden realization: "Oh—I see. Then take your time with your investigation, I won't bother you any longer."

He then bought two cups of coffee and left.

Vermouth raised an eyebrow, watching Lin Shen's departing figure with a smirk.

She wouldn't tell Lin Shen that she was the one who led Xiao Lan here.

When he pushed open the door, Xiaolan was waiting for him, carrying a pile of bags: "President Lin, where have you been?"

Lin Shen casually said, "I'll buy a cup of coffee. Have you chosen?"

Xiaolan nodded: "I bought quite a lot!"

Seeing her happy expression, Lin Shen didn't say much, but simply took the two large bags from her hands and carried them for her.

"Let's go, that's about enough, let's go find my parents." Xiaolan said, already pulling on his sleeve and leading him outside.

Lin Shen glanced back across the street. Vermouth was still sitting there, drinking coffee, as if nothing had happened.

He looked away, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This trip to Okinawa doesn't look too boring.