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

The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room were half-drawn, letting in light that bathed the notebook on the table in a warm yellow hue.

Vermouth sat on the sofa, with the ledgers she had just stolen from the US military base spread out in front of her.

She flipped through it once, and then flipped through it again.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

It does contain a lot of information.

He remembered every single detail: tobacco and alcohol smuggling, arms trafficking, and the black market for medicine.

However, no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find any corresponding records for those one hundred Gatling guns and that batch of RPGs.

She put down her notebook, leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes, and let out a long breath.

If it can't be found, it means that the shipment didn't originate from this base at all.

She took out her phone and dialed a number.

After two rings, a deep male voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's up?"

Vermouth didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "I checked the Kadena Air Base's ledgers, went through them all, and there was no record of that batch of Gatling guns and RPGs entering or leaving. This is not the source."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, then Rum's voice carried a clear hint of skepticism: "So you caused such a commotion last night, even sending tanks to the airport, and this is the conclusion you've reached?"

Vermouth was a little annoyed by his tone, but she didn't show it. She simply said, "It's not my fault. It was Lin Shen who couldn't hold back."

Rum paused for a moment: "You went to get the documents, why did you call him along?"

Vermouth's tone was tinged with helplessness: "Do I have to find someone to save my life? Do you really think the US military base is my backyard, where I can come and go as I please?"

She paused, her tone turning cold, "In short, I've checked here, and it's not there."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, as if someone was thinking.

"Then let's investigate somewhere else." Rum's voice was devoid of emotion.

Vermouth interrupted him directly: "Don't look for me. I have a bruised arm and it's inconvenient for me to move around. I'll need to rest for at least six months."

She was only half telling the truth, but Rum clearly didn't intend to delve into it further.

He probably also saw the news footage from the US military base last night.

The entire base was engulfed in flames, helicopters circled overhead, and wrecked military vehicles littered the ground.

With a force like that, no one could have emerged unscathed!

Rum was silent for a few seconds, then relented: "Okay. I'll have Bourbon investigate the other areas. You take good care of your injury."

After hanging up the phone, Vermouth tossed her phone aside, gathered up the ledger on the table, and locked it in the bedside table.

She stood up and stretched her slightly stiff arms, changed into a casual white T-shirt and jeans, picked up her room key, and went out.

She sat alone at a window seat in the restaurant.

I had just ordered when I saw three more people come in through the door.

Lin Shen, Xiao Lan, and Kogoro Mouri.

The three of them walked together, but the atmosphere was a bit off.

Xiaolan walked ahead, her face tense, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Kogoro Mouri followed behind, head down, looking like a primary school student who had made a mistake.

Lin Shen walked in the middle, as if mediating.

After they sat down, Lin Shen pulled out a chair and sat down. Before he could even speak, Xiao Lan couldn't hold back anymore: "Dad! How could you, a grown man, lose your gold ring? I bought it for a lot of money myself!"

Kogoro Mouri shrank back: "I... I drank too much last night... I don't know when it fell out..."

Xiaolan got even angrier, her voice rising several decibels: "You've had too much to drink! It's always because you've had too much to drink! Can't you just—"

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Shen quickly waved his hand, "Never mind, Xiao Lan."

"It's just a gold ring. I can just buy another one later. Don't be so upset. We've only just arrived in a new place. The point is to have fun."

After hearing his words, Xiaolan took a deep breath. Although she still looked annoyed, she didn't pursue the matter any further for the time being.

Just as the atmosphere eased, Vermouth came over with a plate and greeted her with a smile: "President Lin, what a coincidence."

She glanced around, then looked at Ran and Kogoro Mouri: "What's wrong? The atmosphere seems a bit off?"

Xiaolan snorted: "My dad lost his gold ring."

Vermouth chuckled: "Oh, when you're out having fun, the most important thing is to have a good time."

"How about I buy you one later? Can I come and eat it with you? I'm bored by myself."

Xiaolan nodded in agreement, but she definitely wouldn't let Vermouth buy it.

The four of them shared a table.

Vermouth could only sit next to Kogoro Mouri.

When Kogoro Mouri saw a beautiful woman sitting next to him, his eyes lit up instinctively, and he was about to start a conversation.

But when he looked up, he saw Xiaolan's murderous gaze, and he opened his mouth but swallowed his words back.

I had only been sitting down for two minutes when Eri Kisaki arrived.

She changed into a light-colored suit and looked quite energetic, but when she saw Vermouth sitting next to Kogoro Mouri, she didn't say anything.

She walked over expressionlessly and sat down on the other side of Lin Shen.

Lin Shen, caught between Eri and Ran, sensed the slightly awkward atmosphere.

He tentatively suggested, "How about I sit over there with Mr. Mori..."

Eri immediately interrupted him: "No need. He's sitting next to a beautiful woman, and he seems quite happy."

Her tone was light, with a hint of indifference, "It's a rare opportunity to travel, as long as he's happy."

Kogoro Mouri, sitting opposite him, stiffened for a moment.

He knew he was in the wrong, and he hadn't explained what happened last night, so he could only bury his head in his food and didn't dare to say a word.

Eri Kisaki took a sip of water, her gaze falling on Vermouth: "By the way, what are you doing at this hotel?"

Vermouth smiled, her expression unchanged: "I just happened to be vacationing in Okinawa and staying around here. I came down for lunch and didn't expect to run into you guys."

Eri nodded without asking any further questions.

Just then, a beautiful woman in a dress walked in from the restaurant entrance.

She was very striking, carrying an exquisite gift bag, and looked like she was there to deliver something to the hotel.

She stood at the doorway, glanced around, her gaze landing on Kogoro Mouri, and then walked over in her high heels.

"Hello, sir!" She smiled and placed the gift bag on the table. "This is something you left in our store, so I brought it to you."

Kogoro Mouri was taken aback at first, and subconsciously glanced at the bag.

There are no special markings on it.

He glanced quickly at Ran and Eri, and only after confirming that they didn't notice anything amiss did he breathe a sigh of relief and quickly take the bag:

"Oh! Yes, yes, yes! Thank you! You've gone to so much trouble!"

Xiaolan didn't think much of it; instead, she was quite grateful: "Thank you for going out of your way to bring it over!"

Kogoro Mouri smiled along, looking relieved.

However, Eri Kisaki didn't laugh. She put down her chopsticks, her gaze falling on the beautiful woman's face, and asked in a flat tone, "By the way, what kind of shop are you?"

Kogoro Mouri's expression froze instantly.

The beautiful woman didn't notice anything amiss and simply replied, "Our shop is an Okinawa cafe."

Kogoro Mouri's facial muscles relaxed slightly.

He quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, it's a coffee shop! I went there for coffee yesterday afternoon! I accidentally left something behind!"

However, Eri Kisaki did not respond.

She stared directly at the beautiful woman, her gaze like a calm, sharp knife: "Is that so?"

She smiled. "But I remember you were from Oppai Bar."

The beautiful woman instinctively blurted out, "How did you know?!"

She was stunned as soon as she said it.

Kogoro Mouri was also stunned, completely stunned.

Xiaolan's eyes widened suddenly.

Oppai Bar?

That place doesn't sound like a proper occasion.

Her gaze towards Kogoro Mouri instantly shifted from displeasure to anger: "Dad! You—"

She had just stood up when Eri Kisaki stopped her, her tone more relaxed than before: "Never mind, Ran."

She smiled and said, "You've known your dad's character for a long time. The most important thing when we're out having fun is to have a good time."

She said "Thank you for bringing it back" to the beautiful woman, and the woman hurriedly left.

Eri beckoned to the waiter and began ordering, "What would you like to eat for lunch today? I think the fish here looks good."

Ran was seething with anger, but seeing her mother so calm, she didn't know how to vent it. She could only sit down heavily and glare angrily at Kogoro Mouri.

Kogoro Mouri sat there, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

Eri Kisaki didn't scold him, or even glance at him.

This attitude hurt him more than being scolded.

He felt something was off, and his intuition told him that this was the calm before the storm.