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

Vermouth, however, was not polite at all. She followed Lin Shen and swaggered into his suite.

As soon as the door closed, she acted as if she were in her own home, casually kicking off her high heels.

Then she took a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, poured two glasses, and handed them to him.

Vermouth adopted a very humble attitude, clearly apologizing for what had just happened.

Lin Shen took the glass, didn't drink it, placed it on the coffee table, and glanced at Vermouth: "Alright, alright, just say it. What are you trying to achieve by going through all this trouble?"

Vermouth took a sip of her drink and smiled. "Alright, since you're being so direct, I won't beat around the bush either."

She put down her cup and sat on the armrest of the sofa: "My original plan was to have those American soldiers cause you trouble and provoke you."

"You'll definitely storm into the US military base and cause a huge scene!"

"When things get chaotic, I'll take the opportunity to sneak in and get the information I want."

Lin Shen raised an eyebrow after hearing this: "You really overestimate me. What if I don't fall for it?"

Vermouth shook her head: "You wouldn't not come. Those soldiers' target is clearly Ran and Eri, and you're the kind of person who likes to play the hero."

"I'm not betting that you'll act impulsively; I'm betting that you won't give up."

Lin Shen didn't reply, but in his heart he admitted that she had made the right bet.

He paused for two seconds, then asked, "Why didn't you just approach me for a collaboration in the first place?"

Upon hearing this, Vermouth showed a rare hint of helplessness: "Cooperation means owing you a favor. I hate owing people favors more than anything in my life."

She changed the subject, "Of course, now that the plan has failed, I have no choice but to back down, even if I don't want to owe you a favor."

She got up and walked behind Lin Shen, placed her hands on his shoulders, and began to massage them gently, her movements as practiced as if she had been trained.

"Therefore, I am now sincerely requesting to cooperate with you."

Lin Shen closed his eyes, savoring the moment, and said, "What do I get in return for helping you?"

Vermouth smiled slightly, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "What do you want? Anything that isn't too unreasonable... I can grant you."

Lin Shen turned his head to look into her eyes, a smile curving his lips: "I want to taste the flavor of a witch."

Vermouth showed no anger whatsoever; instead, she chuckled as if she had heard an amusing joke, "Sure, no problem."

She agreed readily and decisively, without even a second of hesitation.

Lin Shen didn't really want to take advantage of her; he just wanted to see where her bottom line was.

Surprisingly, Vermouth was quite agreeable in this regard.

Damn, this witch really isn't afraid of suffering a loss at all.

She glanced down at her watch: "It's nine o'clock at night. We'll move out promptly at midnight."

She paused. "You have three hours to prepare. Is that enough?"

Lin Shen leaned back on the sofa, holding the glass of wine, slowly swirling it as if considering something. After a while, he nodded: "Three hours is more than enough."

Seeing that he agreed, Vermouth did not linger any longer.

She bent down and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a faint scent of perfume, then straightened up and walked towards the door with a smile.

As she reached the door, she glanced back at him, a hint of amusement in her eyes: "I'll come find you at midnight tonight."

The door closed. Lin Shen sat on the sofa, raised his hand to touch his cheek, where a slightly cold sensation still lingered.

He glanced down at the amber liquid in his glass and chuckled softly, "Tonight in Okinawa, things are going to get interesting."

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In the bathroom.

The steam rising from the bathroom made it foggy and misty.

Xiaolan leaned against the edge of the bathtub, her cheeks flushed from the soak, as if she had drunk a little wine and was completely relaxed.

She listened intently as Eri Kisaki recounted her university days.

What about spending the night before the bar exam studying in the library with reference books? What about being dragged to a blind date by your roommate but thinking about the mock trial the whole time? What about getting drunk at graduation and crying in your professor's arms, saying, "I must become the best lawyer"?

She had never heard her mother mention these things before.

As Eri Kisaki spoke, she laughed at herself: "Back then, I was young and always thought that as long as I worked hard, I could achieve anything!"

Xiaolan blinked: "And now? Don't you feel it anymore?"

Eri Kisaki paused, then let out a soft breath: "Now I realize that choosing the right path is more important than hard work."

She thought about it for a moment and realized that about an hour had passed.

Those people outside should have been dealt with by Lin Shen by now.

"Okay, you've been soaking for too long, your skin is going to wrinkle." Eri Kisaki stood up first, took a towel to dry herself, put on her pajamas and came out of the bathroom.

She pushed open the bathroom door and stepped onto the carpet in the room.

The sensation under my feet is wrong.

The wet bloodstains on the carpet had completely disappeared.

She glanced down and changed it.

The entire carpet was new, with creases still visible on the edges from when it was first laid.

The faint smell of blood in the air dissipated, replaced by the smell of cleaning agents.

Eri Kisaki took a deep breath, and the weight in her heart finally lifted.

Looking at everything in the living room restored to normal, she suddenly had a strange feeling, as if the four corpses from before were just a dream.

But Eri knew it was true!

She had just watched those people fall in front of her, and watched Lin Shen pull the trigger without even blinking.

Xiaolan also came out of the bathroom, her hair still wrapped in a towel, and she looked fair and rosy-cheeked, and quite energetic.

She chatted with Eri Kisaki while using the hairdryer.

As they chatted, Eri Kisaki consciously steered the conversation toward Lin Shen.

Xiaolan sat on the edge of the bed, tilted her head and thought for a moment: "President Lin is... sometimes he seems a bit unfathomable, but he's actually a really nice person."

"He's reliable, responsible, and generous to those around him." She paused, then added, "There's just one downside—he has the same problem as my dad: he loves looking at beautiful women too much!"

While applying a face mask, Eri Kisaki said, "You're quite accurate in your judgment."

Xiao Lan nodded proudly: "Of course! I've been observing him the whole time."

As she spoke, her voice gradually lowered, and her eyelids began to droop.

I spent the afternoon strolling around, went swimming in the evening, and just now I took a long bath. I'm completely drained.

She yawned, her eyes barely open: "Mom... I'm going to sleep now... You should go to sleep early too..."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already slumped onto the pillow and fallen asleep within seconds.

Eri sat on the bed next to Ran, looking at Ran's peaceful sleeping face, and reached out to pull the blanket up for her.

She did not lie down immediately.

She is waiting.

Once Xiaolan's breathing became completely even and long, confirming that she was sound asleep, Eri gently peeled off the face mask and threw it into the trash can.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the closed door, her phone clutched in her hand, circling it several times.

My mind is a mess. If something like this happened to someone else, they would probably have nightmares.

Eri Kisaki forced herself to calm down and suppressed all her emotions.

But she couldn't pretend nothing had happened.

She bit her lip and thought for a long time. Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she stood up, changed her shoes, left the room, and came to the door of Lin Shen's room.

Eri hesitated for two or three seconds before finally extending her finger and pressing the doorbell.