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

The curtains in Kuroda Hyōe's office were drawn tightly shut.

He sat behind his desk, a thick interrogation report spread out in front of him, and the surveillance video from the interrogation room was playing on the computer screen.

He watched it once, then watched it again, and then suddenly pressed the pause button.

The image freezes on the moment when Nakata Joji slumped in his chair, his mouth half-open and his eyes unfocused.

Kuroda Hyoue narrowed his eyes, picked up the mouse, dragged the video back a few seconds, and compared it with the timecode of the timer in the corner.

He noticed it.

During the entire interrogation, there was one very short, unnatural frame skip in the footage.

The timecode jumped for about thirty seconds.

He watched it again, making sure he wasn't mistaken, then slowly lowered the mouse and looked up at the two police officers standing in front of the desk: "The video has been edited. What happened?"

The two policemen stood side by side, both looking very tense.

One of them stepped forward, head slightly bowed, his tone cautious: "Sir, it's like this. The prisoner is very stubborn and refuses to cooperate no matter what."

"As you know, there were one explosion after another outside. We really had no other choice, so... we resorted to some measures."

He spoke cryptically, but Kuroda Hyōe understood.

Get started.

He paused for a moment, showing no intention of pursuing the matter.

He knew perfectly well that it would be a miracle if he could get a bomber to reveal the location of his bombs by talking to him in a friendly manner.

If this drags on any longer, more people will die outside.

Using unconventional methods is perfectly reasonable, and he doesn't care.

Seeing that Kuroda Hyōe wasn't pursuing the matter, another policeman quickly added, "Sir, don't worry, we were very careful. We used a book as a cushion to hit him, so he didn't leave any external injuries."

"No matter who comes to investigate, they won't find anything wrong!"

Upon hearing this, Kuroda Hyōe's last remaining concerns vanished.

He nodded, then turned his gaze back to the interrogation report, his brow furrowing again: "However, we still haven't found the exact location of the bomb."

The police officer looked troubled: "Sir, I don't think the prisoner is lying."

"I often mix up the names of my seven girlfriends. It's normal that he couldn't remember the locations of the two hundred bombs he planted."

Another police officer nodded eagerly, "Yes, yes, me too! When I go home, I often insert the key into the wrong hole and have to try several times before I can get in."

Kuroda Hyoue's temples throbbed, and he raised a hand to rub his temples. "Alright, let's go out now."

The two policemen responded in unison, bowed, and withdrew.

Walking into the corridor and closing the door, the two looked at each other simultaneously and breathed a sigh of relief.

A low voice said, "We passed. We passed this hurdle."

The other patted his chest and said, "Let's go, let's go, let's make sure nothing else goes wrong."

In the office, Kuroda Hyoue sat for a while, picked up the documents on the table and the USB drive containing the copied video, got up and left.

Under the overpass, the wind was quite strong, making the hem of my clothes flutter.

Rei Furuya leaned against a bridge pillar, flipping through the interrogation transcript in his hand.

He looked at it for a while, closed the document, and handed it back to Kuroda Hyōe: "It's no longer realistic to get the exact location of all the bombs from the prisoners."

Kuroda Hyōe took the document: "I know that."

He paused, then asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

Rei Furuya was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Actually... there's no need to solve this case anymore after dragging it out for so long."

Kuroda Hyōe looked at him but didn't reply.

Rei Furuya continued, "So much time has passed, those two hundred bombs should have been mostly detonated by now."

Even if there are any left, the quantity won't be much.

Kuroda Hyōe immediately understood what he meant.

He nodded: "Yes, that's what I think too."

"Once we get back, we'll announce to the public that the case has been solved, so that the wealthy businessmen who came here for refuge can go home with peace of mind."

He stopped there, but Furuya Rei knew what the second half of his sentence meant.

Once they got back, those who weren't killed in the bombing would naturally believe the police.

Those who were killed in the bombing will never believe again and will never speak again.

As for the true tycoons and powerful elites, they never really cared about this matter from the beginning.

Their itinerary is highly confidential. Not only do the prisoners not know where they live, but even their wives and children may not know which villa they are sleeping in or which car they are in that night. They would be impossible to find.

Therefore, the safety of those people has never been within the scope of the police's responsibility.

Kuroda Hyoue glanced at Furuya Rei and asked again, "Did you investigate how those Gatling guns and RPGs got in?"

Rei Furuya shook his head: "Can't find anything, no clue."

He paused, as if remembering something, "But I heard Vermouth recently went to Okinawa. That bombing of the US military base might be related to her."

After hearing this, Kuroda Hyōe waved his hand dismissively: "There's no need to investigate that kind of thing, and it's not our responsibility. Investigating it would only cause trouble. The most important thing is the source of that batch of goods."

Rei Furuya said, "I've already sent someone to approach Tetsuji Tomizawa; that old man has everything in his warehouse. But I can't guarantee he'll talk."

Kuroda Hyōe nodded: "Okay, let's leave it at that for now."

Without saying anything more, the two turned and left separately.

Kuroda Heibei went to the safe house.

The wealthy people were still in the temporary hall, some sitting on the sofa smoking, others standing by the window looking out, all looking exhausted.

He walked over, clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention, and then announced loudly, "Everyone, don't worry! The bomber has been caught!"

"All known explosive devices have been defused! You are safe and can go home now."

The hall was quiet for a moment, then a commotion broke out.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, while others quickly picked up their suitcases and headed out.

But some people remained standing there, their expressions hesitant.

They are suspicious and not easily fooled, but they really can't find a reason to stay here any longer.

Several people left one after another, and the remaining few looked at each other before turning and heading towards the hotel.

Kuroda Hyōe watched the departing figures of those people with a calm expression, showing no reaction.

Where they live is not important.

The important thing is that this case is now closed!

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A few days later, one evening, Lin Shen sat in a corner of the bar, a glass of whiskey in front of him.

He barely touched the glass of wine, staring ahead as if in a daze.

But only he knew that a system panel, visible only to him, was floating in front of him.

He was looking at the settlement page.

The panel flashed slightly, displaying rows of numbers.

Lin Shen watched as the bombs above successfully detonated... a total of one hundred and seventy-four.

He raised an eyebrow.

In other words, of the two hundred bombs, twenty-six failed to detonate.

It might have been destroyed by the bomb disposal team, or it might have been placed in a remote location and not triggered, or perhaps the women chickened out at the last minute.

Lin Shen didn't care, since he had already given them a chance.

If they don't seize the opportunities that are presented to them, that's their own loss. He only deals the cards, he doesn't play them.

Bombing reward: 174 cases, 100 points per case, totaling 17,400 points.

Police Star Reward: Four stars, based on a comprehensive evaluation of kills, social impact, and police response scale, totaling 7,300 points.

You have earned 24,700 points.

Lin Shen looked at the number and frowned slightly: "Only this much?"

He was initially quite looking forward to it, but when he calculated it out, it wasn't even enough to fill a tooth gap.

He thought about it and realized that the problem lay with himself; he was too conservative and not open-minded enough.

Next time, let's do something big, something that will cause a sensation throughout Japan. Won't our points skyrocket?