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

Megure relayed Conan's thoughts verbatim to Inspector Matsumoto.

Matsumoto thought about it and decided that the idea was feasible.

He immediately arranged for people to contact the top-ranking wealthy people in Tokyo.

But when the call was made, the response was completely different.

"A centralized gathering? No need. I have three bodyguards at home, all of them retired special forces soldiers."

"I'm currently abroad, so you'll have to handle this yourselves."

"Metropolitan Police Department? You can't even crack a warning letter, why should I trust you?"

"My company is going public next month, how could I have time to cooperate with your so-called protection measures?"

"........."

They're all busier than the last, and more arrogant than the last.

Later on, even the police officer in charge of liaison got numb from playing so much.

In his office, Matsumoto Kiyonaga was also extremely troubled after learning the news.

He looked at Inspector Megure, who had rushed back to the Metropolitan Police Department: "It seems that Conan's plan won't work."

"A few who were willing to cooperate only said they would send a representative to hear the situation, but they didn't actually show up."

Megure Juzo's brows were furrowed so deeply they could trap a mosquito; he was utterly speechless. "Are these people really not afraid of death?"

Miwako Sato was also exasperated: "They seem to completely disregard the bomb."

Lin Shen leaned against the wall, holding a cup of coffee he'd somehow acquired, and casually remarked, "They didn't take it seriously because the bomb didn't hit them."

"They'll only be afraid after a few more people die."

After he finished speaking, the office was silent for several seconds.

Megure opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't find the words.

Sato also fell silent; she knew in her heart that Lin Shen was telling the truth.

Conan stepped in to smooth things over: "How about this, we'll divide the area into zones and focus on high-end apartments and detached mansions."

"I don't think the criminals would pick on ordinary people."

Matsumoto Kiyonaga nodded: "That's all we can do for now. Let's have a meeting to determine the key areas!"

Seeing that the police were about to have a meeting, Lin Shen wisely left, not wanting to join in the fun.

"President Lin!" Conan ran to his side, his steps quick. "Are you planning to go back?"

Lin Shen glanced down at him: "Yeah, I'm not a policeman, what would I be doing staying here?"

Conan quickly said, "You sold those bombs! You have to take some responsibility, don't you?"

Lin Shen laughed: "Following your logic, those merchants who sell murder weapons to criminals should also be sentenced?"

Conan wasn't fooled; his logic was sound.

He took a deep breath: "How can that be the same? It's not that 'selling things is a crime,' but that you're selling illegal explosives to people who know they're committing a crime!!"

Lin Shen thought for a moment and nodded: "Hmm, what you said makes some sense."

Conan thought he was about to give in, but Lin Shen added, "But I don't care, what can you do about it?"

Conan was so angry he almost jumped up.

He then resorted to playing the moral card, saying, "President Lin, if you won't take responsibility, I will! Just provide me with more intelligence leads!!"

Lin Shen looked at Conan curiously and said, "Hey Conan, those rich people aren't exactly good people, so why are you working so hard to solve cases and save their lives?"

Conan didn't answer, but instead asked, "Then, President Lin, you're rich too."

Lin Shen shrugged: "I never said I was a good person."

Conan was speechless. He never expected this guy to be so shameless!

He had no choice but to say, "I'm not doing this to save them, I'm just trying to stop the crime!!"

"Besides, not all rich people are bad people!!"

Lin Shen smiled and said, "Hmm! Young people are great, with sound values! Your moral standards are indeed high... Here, I'll give you some clues."

Conan was overjoyed and quickly asked, "What clue?"

Lin Shen lowered his voice: "Do you think one person could plant bombs in two hundred locations in Tokyo?"

Conan shook his head: "Impossible, he must have accomplices."

Lin Shen nodded: "Yes. And who's the helper?"

Conan frowned: "You want me to find those helpers? But... isn't that a bit too broad a scope?"

Lin Shen smiled and said, "Guess who can know the whereabouts of those rich people at any time, pinpoint their exact location, and then press a button at the right opportunity!"

After hearing this, Conan thought for a few seconds, then suddenly stopped and said in a trembling voice, "It's... their wives?"

Lin Shen nodded in satisfaction and said, "You're really smart! You figured out the answer so quickly!"

"That's right, the person who controlled the detonator was their wife!"

After his initial shock, Conan quickly caught up!

He said with a grave expression, "That's it! That prisoner loves to manipulate people's hearts!"

"Three years ago, he exploited Matsuda Jinpei's personality, forcing him to sacrifice himself to obtain the location of another bomb!"

"The case just now also exploited human nature."

"Now, he's handing the bombs over to women who are neglected, betrayed, and humiliated by their husbands every day!"

"They only need to press a button to successfully exact revenge and inherit the fortune!!"

At this point, he clenched his fists, his expression becoming serious!

When he was still a newcomer, he attended many banquets with Ran and Sonoko and saw many seemingly glamorous couples.

The husband cheats on his wife, and she silently endures it all at home.

Some women complain to their best friends, while others simply post online.

There are even "husband-killing clubs" online!!

A group of women gathered online anonymously, discussing how to secretly kill their husbands without arousing police suspicion!

After realizing the culprit's evil plan, Conan's voice tightened: "Those detonators, are they really in their hands?"

Lin Shen smiled and didn't say it a second time.

Conan clenched his fist: "If that's the case, then this is going to be troublesome. I'm afraid none of those men will survive."

He was silent for a moment, then spoke again: "How about... we make this public? So that those rich people will be more careful?"

Lin Shen chuckled: "If you go public, will anyone believe you?"

"You say someone's wife wanted to blow him up, do you have any evidence? Those women could just accuse you of false accusation and you'd be in court!"

Conan remained silent.

His mind raced, but the more he thought about it, the less he felt he could find a solution.

Once those women press the button, what can stop them?

Just then, a piercing horn blared from the roadside.

A black luxury car was parked on the side of the road.

The driver's side window rolled down, and a middle-aged man yelled at the passenger, "What are you doing?"

"I told you to go to the restroom before we left, but you didn't. We've only just started driving when you said you couldn't hold it anymore! Are you deliberately messing with me?"

The passenger door opened, and a well-dressed, well-maintained woman got out of the car.

She lowered her head, her voice filled with apology: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be right back."

The man waved his hand impatiently: "Go and come back quickly! If you dawdle any longer, you can take a taxi home yourself!"

The woman walked quickly toward the public restroom.

Conan had only glanced at it casually and hadn't paid much attention to it.

But then he suddenly noticed that something was off about the woman's back.

Her shoulders were no longer hunched, and her steps were no longer shuffling; instead, she straightened her back and walked steadily.

When she turned around, the guilt on her face vanished instantly, her lips tightened, and her eyes were filled with barely suppressed hatred.

She looked down, took her phone out of her bag, and pressed a button lightly.

Conan felt a rush of blood to his head.

He opened his mouth as if to shout, "Run!!"

But before the words could even leave its mouth, the black luxury car exploded.

boom--!!

A huge fireball shot out of the car, sending the windows flying more than ten meters away before crashing into a roadside wall and shattering into pieces.

The hood was flipped off, the tires were crackling and burning, and thick smoke was billowing upwards.

Pedestrians screamed and dropped to the ground, while some scrambled into nearby shops.

The alarms blared incessantly, and the air was thick with the smell of burning.

Conan was pushed back two steps by the blast wave.

He steadied himself and immediately turned to look at the woman.

She looked at the fireball and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

That was an irrepressible laugh, a feeling of joy, a sense of liberation!

The woman noticed that Conan was watching her.

She reacted quickly, squatting down on the spot, covering her face with her hands, and bursting into tears: "Husband! Husband, what's wrong with you! Help! Someone please save my husband!"

She cried her heart out, but she didn't take a single step forward.

Conan felt a chill run down his spine.

He strode toward her, trying to snatch the phone from her hand.

Before he even got close, the woman threw her phone on the ground while crying.

Then she lifted her foot and stomped hard with her heel, once, twice, three times.

The screen was broken, the body was bent, but she wasn't satisfied, so she picked it up and dropped it again, then stepped on it.

Conan stopped in his tracks.

It’s over.

The evidence is gone.

He stared intently at the phone that had been crushed into scrap metal, his fists clenched so tightly they turned white, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

He glanced at the raging fire of the car, then at the woman still "crying," and gritted his teeth as he forced out, "Damn it... is there really no other way?"

Lin Shen walked up to him without him noticing, and said in a calm tone, "It's not entirely hopeless."

Conan suddenly turned to look at him: "What method?"

Lin Shen looked at the luxury car engulfed in flames and said casually, "Tell those rich people to write their wills in advance and donate all their assets."

"That way, even if they are killed in the bombing, their wives won't get a single penny."

Conan almost cursed on the spot: "Your method is useless! If we follow your plan, those women will probably blow up the heirs along with the women!"

Lin Shen smiled and said, "That's true. Okay, I don't care anymore, I'm going back to sleep."

He waved, put his hands in his pockets, and walked leisurely.

Conan stood by the roadside, watching his back, and then glanced at the still-burning luxury car.

Several police officers rushed over, set up a cordon, and dispersed the crowd.

The "poor" woman was still crying, and someone helped her sit on the steps by the roadside.

Conan took a deep breath. He knew that this was a case he couldn't handle alone.

He turned around and ran towards the Metropolitan Police Department.