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

Nakata Joji hid in the closet, barely daring to breathe.

First, there was a burst of gunfire outside, then it quieted down, followed by the sound of sirens and helicopters.

He didn't know what had happened, only that the man had been gone for a long time, and the commotion outside was getting louder and louder, and then getting further and further away.

After it had completely quieted down outside, he carefully pushed open the cabinet door and peeked out.

The corridor was empty; there wasn't a single person in sight.

He took a breath, put on his mask, and walked quickly towards the elevator, hugging the wall.

When he reached the elevator, he looked down and froze instantly.

Two headless corpses lay across the middle of the corridor, the carpet stained dark brown with blood, and a pungent smell of blood filled the air.

Nakata Joji's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, his whole body trembling like a sieve.

Although he also killed people, he would always plant a bomb far away, watch the flames rise into the sky, listen to the explosion, and then turn around and leave.

People die this way, but at least you don't have to see those bloody scenes.

But that man was different.

When he chops someone, it's a single, swift stroke, without even flinching.

Nakata Joji became increasingly frightened as he thought about it, realizing that he had been wrong from the very beginning!

He then realized that there are huge differences between criminals!

The other party was a ferocious beast, while he was just a chicken!

He stopped crying, pushed himself up from the floor, wiped the tears from his face, and stumbled into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, he leaned against the wall of the car, panting heavily, watching the floor numbers drop down one by one.

"Ding—" The elevator arrived at the first floor.

The door opened, and Nakata Joji stepped out of the elevator. He took two steps forward, then froze.

The hotel lobby was a living hell.

The marble floor was littered with police officers in black suits, some lying on the sofa, some slumped under the crystal chandelier, and some leaning against the front desk.

Bloodstains were everywhere—on the walls, the floor, and even the ceiling.

The smell of blood in the air was ten times stronger than in the corridor, almost making him vomit on the spot.

Nakata Joji's tears welled up again.

He covered his mouth with one hand, trying hard not to cry out, and with the other hand he held onto the wall, slowly moving towards the side door.

He finally reached the door, glanced back at the lobby, took a deep breath, and had only one thought in his mind: He had to run!

Otherwise, if the police catch him, his life will be completely over.

All the blame for the bombs has been pinned on him; even if he had a hundred mouths, he couldn't explain himself.

Without further hesitation, Nakata Joji turned and ran towards the back door.

Outside the back door is a narrow alley.

He pulled his mask up, lowered his head, hunched his shoulders, and walked quickly forward, close to the wall.

He dared not walk on the main road, dared not take a taxi, and even dared not run, for fear that running would make too much noise and attract attention.

He could only take small paths and alleys, winding his way forward.

At each intersection, he would stop and look around to see if anyone was paying attention to him.

Fortunately, all the police officers' attention was now drawn to Lin Shen, and there were hardly any people to be seen on the road.

Nakata Joji breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace, wanting to leave the area as soon as possible.

But when he turned a corner, he suddenly froze.

Not far ahead, a person was leaning against the wall, hands in pockets, smiling at him.

He would never forget that face.

Nakata Joji jumped up in shock: "You...you...what are you doing here?!"

Lin Shen smiled and said, "I'll wait for you here. What else would I be doing here?"

Nakata Joji felt a chill run down his spine: "You planted a tracking device on me?"

Lin Shen didn't answer, only saying, "Just stay here and rest easy. I'll find a chance to rescue you."

Before Nakata Joji could even process what those words meant, Lin Shen had already stepped forward and delivered a heavy chop to the back of his neck.

Nakata Joji's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed, losing consciousness completely.

Lin Shen squatted down, reached out to check his breathing, and after confirming that he had just fainted, he began to do what he was doing.

He first took out the short knife he carried with him and made several cuts of varying depths on Nakata Joji's arm, shoulder, and waist. The location and shape of the cuts were almost identical to the injuries he had sustained in the mall.

After he finished doing all that, he took off his own coat and swapped it with Nakata Joji's to make sure the other was dressed exactly the same way he had been.

After he finished processing everything, he used a cheat code to instantly fill up his health bar!

All the wounds, bruises, and bloodstains on his body disappeared completely in an instant!

He was completely unharmed again.

Lin Shen stretched his shoulders, let out a long breath, then took out his phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

He lowered his voice, his tone tinged with excitement: "Officer Sato! Come here for a second! I've caught someone!"

"Yes, it's that bomber! Don't tell anyone else... just come over yourself!"

After giving the address, he hung up the phone, glanced down at the unconscious Nakata Joji, then looked at his phone screen, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He gave Sato Miwako an enormous credit.

The bomber was caught.

This incident is enough to get her promoted to police inspector and enable her to lead a team independently—no problem at all!

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On the police side, the atmosphere had reached a freezing point.

Kuroda Hyōe sat in the command vehicle, his face ashen, the walkie-talkie in his hand almost cracked from his grip.

He stared at the empty shopping mall floor plan on the screen in front of him, looking like a volcano about to erupt.

After a long while, he finally couldn't hold back any longer and slammed the walkie-talkie onto the chair: "Useless! A bunch of useless trash! So many people, so many guns, and you couldn't even stop one person?!"

The communication channel was silent; no one dared to speak.

Rei Furuya returned at this moment. He reached out and picked up the walkie-talkie, looked at it for a moment, and gently placed it back on the control panel: "Commander Kuroda, this was indeed an unexpected situation."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "That guy knew the terrain too well. He blasted a path with explosives and rushed straight out."

"None of us expected that he was carrying explosives."

Kuroda Hyōe took a few deep breaths, suppressing his anger: "So what? He just ran away?"

Rei Furuya calmly analyzed, "He can't run very far!"

"I've already arranged for a thorough search; it won't take long."

Before Kuroda could say anything more, his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, frowned slightly, and answered the call.

He heard something said on the other end of the phone, and his expression changed from anger to confusion, then from confusion to shock, and finally his face turned completely black.

He remained silent for a long while before finally squeezing out three words through gritted teeth: "I understand."

He hung up the phone, stuffed it into his pocket, and leaned back in his seat as if all his strength had been drained.

Rei Furuya looked at him: "What happened?"

Kuroda closed his eyes: "The Metropolitan Police Department has already caught the criminal."

Rei Furuya was stunned: "What?"

Kuroda Hyōe opened his eyes, his tone full of resentment: "I said, the Metropolitan Police Department arrested Nakata Joji. Just now."

Rei Furuya opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

The police put in a lot of manpower and resources, setting up a perimeter, encircling and pursuing the suspect, and even sending helicopters, but the person was intercepted by the Metropolitan Police Department!

This is a huge loss of face.

Kuroda Hyōe remained silent for a moment, then finally opened the car door and got out: "Let's go take a look."

He didn't say anything more, his face clearly showing an expression that said, "I'd like to see who has this ability."

Police cars had already surrounded the park.

Megure Juzo stood there with a group of detectives, while Nakata Joji squatted on the ground, handcuffed and looking dejected.

Kuroda Hyōe stepped forward, glanced at Nakata Joji, confirmed his identity, and then shifted his gaze to the detectives present.

He glanced around, his voice not loud, but carrying an air of pressure: "Who caught the criminal?"

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Miwako Sato stepped forward.

She was shy, her face flushed slightly, and she said apologetically, "...It's me."

Kuroda Hyōe looked her up and down: "How did you catch her?"

Miwako Sato coughed lightly, her tone a little awkward: "It's just... I was lucky."

"My stomach was a little upset just now, and I went into that public restroom when I passed by."

"It turned out there was someone hiding inside, so I became more cautious. When that person came out, I recognized him; it was Nakata Joji."

"I caught him."

Kuroda Hyōe was stunned for several seconds after hearing this.

I had an upset stomach, so I went to the toilet and happened to catch a bomb thief that the Ministry of Public Security had sent over a hundred people to hunt down.

After hesitating for a long time, he could only mutter, "...You really are lucky."

Sato Miwako nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I also think I was lucky. To be honest, I'm a little confused myself."

"I thought I was just doing some investigation in the neighborhood today, but who knew I'd run into them as soon as I walked in."

Kuroda Hyoue looked at her awkward yet serious expression and couldn't bring himself to get angry.

He took a deep breath and waved to the people around him: "Bring the person over here."

Two police officers stepped forward, lifted Nakata Joji off the ground, and put him in their car.

Kuroda Hyōe turned around and glanced at Satō Miwako: "What's your name?"

Miwako Sato quickly stood up straight: "Miwako Sato, Third Division, First Investigative Division, Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department!"

Kuroda Hyōe nodded: "I understand. I will report this matter truthfully."

After he finished speaking, he didn't linger and got into the car.

The vehicle slowly drove away, its police lights flashing red, and disappeared at the end of the street.

Megure Juzo and Shiratori Ninzaburo then stepped forward.

Shiratori smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Officer Sato, you're awesome! You've done a great job this time."

Megure nodded, a barely concealed smile on his face: "That's right."

"This time, we caught the mastermind behind the bombing, the key figure in the entire case. This is a significant achievement!"

"Once this case is closed, you should be able to get promoted to police inspector."

Sato Miwako quickly waved her hands, her face already flushed red to her ears: "Oh dear, Inspector! Don't flatter me!"

"I just happened to stumble upon it, it's nothing special! If you really want to count it, it's because everyone worked together well, I'm just a lucky person."

Inspector Megure patted her shoulder chuckled and said, "Good luck is also a skill."

"So many people would love this kind of luck but can't have it."

Sato Miwako felt even more embarrassed by what was said and could only respond with a smile.

She doesn't actually like to fake things.

But Lin Shen's words changed her mind.

"If you don't fabricate evidence, someone else will. Then those incompetent fools will rise to power, and no one will be able to solve the case!"

"This is the current state of your Metropolitan Police Department: you can't solve major cases, and you solve minor cases haphazardly!"

"Don't you want to change the situation within the Metropolitan Police Department?"

After such high praise, Sato Miwako had no reason to refute it.