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

Miwako Sato pushed open the door of the coffee shop and rushed in.

She was holding a file folder in her hand, and her face was so anxious she looked like she was about to burst into flames.

She walked a few steps to the bar, placed her hands on it, and called out, "Mingmei! Where's my brother?"

Akemi was wiping the glasses when Sato Miwako rushed in, and she was quite surprised: "Miwako, why did you get here so quickly?"

"Didn't I tell you to come back in three hours?"

Sato Miwako stamped her feet anxiously, "I can't wait three hours! Something terrible has happened! The Metropolitan Police Department is in an uproar! I have to get his help right away!"

As she spoke, she rushed toward the lounge.

Akemi quickly put down her cup and reached out to stop her: "Officer Sato, calm down."

"The president is busy in the lounge right now. I'm afraid you might disturb him at this crucial moment..."

Sato Miwako asked curiously, "What are you afraid of me for?"

Mingmei leaned close to her ear, her voice tinged with mystery: "If you disturb him now, you might get investigated too!"

At first, Miwako Sato didn't react, but when she understood the meaning behind those words, her face turned bright red.

She took two steps back, subconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, her voice softening slightly: "Then...then I'll wait for him to come out before we talk."

Akemi smiled and nodded: "That's more like it."

Miwako Sato had no choice but to sit down at the bar and place the file bag on the table.

Mingmei poured her a cup of coffee: "Have a cup of coffee first, relax a bit."

Sato Miwako picked up her cup, took a sip, then put it down, opened the file folder, and laid out the documents one by one on the table.

As she looked around, she kept glancing at the door of the lounge, silently chanting in her mind: Come out quickly, come out quickly.

But the door remained completely still.

Thirty minutes have passed.

The door was still closed.

Miwako Sato checked her phone again.

An hour has passed.

She made several calls back to the Metropolitan Police Department, then continued to scrutinize the files.

She started yawning, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and the words on the documents began to blur.

She propped her chin up, trying to hold on, but before she knew it, she had closed her eyes.

Fell asleep.

When Sato Miwako woke up again, it was already quite dark outside.

She groggily sat up and found herself slumped over the bar, covered with a coat that belonged to someone else.

She sat up straight, stretched her sore neck, and was still a little dazed.

Akemi walked over and handed her a glass of warm water: "Awake?"

Miwako Sato took the water, drank a sip, and her throat felt much better.

Suddenly remembering something, she quickly asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

Akemi glanced at the clock on the wall: "About three and a half hours."

Miwako Sato sat bolt upright: "What? More than three hours?! Why didn't you call me?!"

Akemi reassured her, saying, "The president hasn't come out yet."

Miwako Sato nearly spat out the water in her mouth: "What? They're still not out? It's been over three hours!"

Her gaze involuntarily drifted to the tightly closed door of the lounge. "This is amazing..."

She thought about it again and realized that no one could be that powerful!

People aren't made of iron. Even if they were, they'd still need engine oil, right?

Sato Miwako then realized what was going on and said, "Oh! I know! Is he asleep inside?"

Mingmei didn't answer, but just smiled, a smile with an indescribable quality.

Sato Miwako, a good girl who was devoted to her work, did not notice Akemi's expression.

She said helplessly, "Fine, I guess I'll just have to wait until he wakes up!"

"I prepared afternoon tea for you, isn't it a little short?" Mingmei smiled and went to bring out the afternoon tea.

There was cake, sandwiches, and a small dish of fruit.

Sato Miwako was already a little hungry, so she didn't hesitate when she saw the food and took a bite of the sandwich.

Mingmei sat beside her, chatting with her casually. Another hour passed.

Miwako Sato finished her afternoon tea, had three refills of coffee, and reviewed the documents over and over again.

Just when she was ready to leave and come back again, the door finally made a sound.

Click.

The door opened.

Lin Shen walked out, rubbing his lower back as he went.

He muttered, "It's been the same position the whole time... my back is cramping..."

He looked up and saw Miwako Sato sitting in front of the bar. He paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Hey, isn't this my dear older sister? What are you doing here?"

As soon as Sato Miwako saw him, she immediately put down what she was holding and rushed over to him, saying, "Brother! You're finally out! I have something important to tell you!"

Lin Shen yawned: "What's the rush?"

Sato Miwako quickly pulled a piece of paper from her file folder and handed it to him: "Can you help me take a look at this code?"

"Our Metropolitan Police Department has been investigating this for ages, but we're completely stumped!"

Lin Shen took the coffee from Mingmei, took a sip, and looked down at the paper.

The paper was covered with lines of text: "I am the main hitter in the Major League, and this overtime game is about to begin."

The competition will officially begin at noon tomorrow and will continue until 3 p.m.

Even if I prepare high-quality brakes, it will be a waste of effort, and I will eventually turn the tide and win.

If you want to stop this match, come find me.

When you policemen arrive, stepping over blood-stained bunkers, I'll be waiting for you in the steel-bound strike zone.

Lin Shen looked at these words, his coffee cup hovering at his lips.

A picture flashed through his mind instantly.

Isn't this that classic plot?

"The Shaking Metropolitan Police Department, 1200 Million Hostages".

The prisoner who blew up Matsuda Jinpei.

He put down his cup and said calmly, "I've seen this code before."

Sato Miwako's eyes changed abruptly, filled with complex emotions: "Yes! Three years ago! That criminal used the same words to provoke the Metropolitan Police Department and even caused the death of my colleague!"

She paused for a moment, then said, "Since you've seen it before, do you know what those words mean?"

Lin Shen did not answer directly.

He knew it perfectly well.

The perpetrator planted bombs at two locations: Tokyo Tower and Teitan High School!

Only two bombs? That's incredibly stingy!

With such a commotion, two bombs aren't enough!

Two hundred would be more like it!

The weapons obtained through cheat codes are still too weak; they lack the wide-area damage of any other weapons.

For example, missiles, nuclear bombs, and so on.

Ten million points may seem like a lot, but they can be gone in a little while.

Lin Shen was just figuring out where to rack up some points when the criminal delivered himself right to his doorstep!

Such a great opportunity, we can't let it go to waste!!

Lin Shen raised his head, looked at Sato Miwako, and said in a more serious tone, "I have indeed studied this code. Give me some time, and I'll help you crack it completely."

Miwako Sato's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Seeing Lin Shen's confident expression, she felt inexplicably at ease: "Okay! I'll wait for your news!"

She packed up her documents and left in a hurry, muttering "Then I'll leave it to you" before she left.

As soon as the door closed, Lin Shen picked up the paper again, looked at the code once more, and his eyes gleamed with a sudden surge of light.

He muttered to himself, "Two bomb spots? You dare call yourself a major league starter? Fine, I'll add some drama for you this time."

He slammed the paper on the table and turned to walk towards the break room. Akemi watched him from behind and asked curiously, "President, where are you going?"

Lin Shen didn't even turn his head: "Prepare for tomorrow's match."

The door closed.

Akemi glanced at the door, then at the unfinished cup of coffee on the table, and muttered softly, "I have a feeling something big is about to happen again."