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

Inside the organization's base.

The lights were a stark white, and the ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts.

Gin sat on the sofa, radiating a low-pressure aura that kept strangers at bay.

His expression wasn't exactly angry, but it was more intimidating than anger.

It was an expression of extreme displeasure, as if you might pull out a gun and shoot some unlucky guy at any moment.

He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, the smoke rising slowly in the stark white light, his entire face hidden in shadow, revealing only a pair of eyes so cold they could freeze a person to death.

It's been several days.

They spent several days investigating the assassin who had intercepted them, but found absolutely nothing.

The killer seemed to have vanished into thin air; after leaving Dorobiga Paradise, he could not be found in any of the surveillance footage.

The other party was clearly prepared, having even planned their retreat route in advance, avoiding the coverage area of ​​the cameras at every step.

Vodka stood to the side, looking disgruntled, clenching his fists and muttering, "Boss, all those guys under me are useless!"

"After searching for so many days, we haven't found a single useful clue!"

Gin raised his hand and waved it.

Although he was also unhappy, he knew that he couldn't blame his subordinates entirely.

The other party left no clues, no fingerprints, and no witnesses.

In this situation, no matter how hard you search, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, exhaled a puff of white smoke, and said in a calm tone, "Let's put this aside for now."

Vodka hesitated for a moment: "Put it aside? Brother, that's..."

"I said, put it aside for now," Gin interrupted him, his voice as cold as a knife scraping against glass.

He looked up at Vodka. "My application with the boss has been approved. He's given it his best."

Vodka was momentarily confused, looking bewildered: "Approved what?"

"Miyano Akemi," Gin slowly uttered the name, "I'll make her a full member of the organization. Her codename has also been approved."

Vodka was taken aback at first, then his face was filled with indignation: "That stupid woman, Miyano Akemi? What makes her a full member? She has no skills and no brains, what use is she besides being pretty?"

Gin raised his eyelids, looking at Vodka with an expression as if he were an idiot, a slight smile playing on his lips, but the smile was chilling: "Yeah."

"She's not very capable, and she's not very bright. So, isn't it perfectly normal for her to die on a mission?"

Vodka opened his mouth, paused for a couple of seconds, then his expression slowly changed from defiance to sudden realization, finally he grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth: "Big brother is the smartest!"

"I get it! Give her an impossible task, let her die out there, then nobody can say anything!"

Gin didn't say anything, and lit another cigarette.

Vodka asked again, "By the way, brother, what was that woman's code name?"

Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, the smoke obscuring his facial expression, but his voice remained exceptionally clear: "Rye Whiskey."

Vodka's smile froze on his face, his eyes wide with shock: "Rye Whiskey? Isn't that Shuichi Akai's codename? Why would the boss give her that codename?"

"Because the boss wants her to kill Shuichi Akai," Gin sneered.

Vodka stood there, stunned for a long time before he reacted, then involuntarily exclaimed, "Brilliant...that was brilliant!"

"Let those two scoundrels fight each other to the death!!"

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but add, "A boss is a boss, impressive!"

Gin didn't respond to him, but simply held the cigarette between his fingers and said coldly, "Let's talk about it when she's still alive."

He stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray: "Now go and assign tasks to Miyano Akemi."

Vodka immediately straightened his back, a sinister grin spreading across his face, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "Understood! Don't worry, boss!"

"I'm going to tell Miyano Akemi this 'good news' right now, and give her a task she absolutely cannot complete!!"

………………

the other side.

Late at night, in Beika Town, downstairs from a dilapidated apartment building.

The streetlights were dim, and one of the bulbs was broken, flickering and making the whole alley alternate between light and darkness.

The plaster on the wall was peeling badly, revealing the gray cement underneath. Several bags of garbage were piled up in the corner, emitting a faint sour smell.

This apartment building looks quite old; the iron stair railings are rusty, and the motion-activated lights in the hallway are not very sensitive—they might not even turn on if you cough.

A black sedan was parked on the side of the road, its engine off and its lights off.

In the passenger seat, Xiao Tong turned to look at Lin Shen in the driver's seat and reported in a low voice, "Mr. Lin, based on the information you gave me, I checked and found that the man, Fujie Akiyoshi, lives on the third floor of this building, in room 302."

Lin Shen nodded, turned off the engine, removed the key, and got out of the car.

Xiaotong followed closely behind and got off the bus. She took out a black mask from her pocket and put it on, then pulled her baseball cap down even lower, covering most of her face.

She walked half a step ahead of Lin Shen, took the initiative to lead the way, pushed open the glass door at the bottom of the apartment building that could no longer be closed properly, and walked into the corridor.

The air in the stairwell was not good; it had a damp smell mixed with the smell of smoke, and several broken bicycles covered in dust were piled up in the corner.

The motion-activated lights did indeed turn on, their dim yellow light illuminating the cement steps covered in footprints.

The two of them went up to the third floor one after the other, and Xiaotong stopped in front of a dilapidated door.

She reached out to knock on the door—

Lin Shen grabbed her wrist.

Xiao Tong was stunned for a moment, glanced back at him, and before she could ask a question, she saw Lin Shen take half a step back, raise his right foot, and kick the door lock cleanly.

A loud "bang"!

The old wooden door couldn't withstand the force of that kick. The wood of the door frame cracked, the latch flew off, and the entire door slammed into the wall behind it before bouncing back with a loud crash.

Lin Shen withdrew his foot and stepped inside.

Xiaotong stood there, stunned for two seconds.

She glanced at the door that had been kicked open; splinters of wood were sticking out of the door frame, and the latch hung crookedly on the side.

She couldn't help but mutter to herself: Mr. Lin is so handsome, but I didn't expect him to be so rude!

The room was small, and the living room was a mess.

Several empty instant noodle containers were piled on the coffee table, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and a few crumpled pieces of waste paper and several empty beer cans were scattered on the floor.

A young man in a wrinkled shirt was sitting on the sofa, holding a half-empty can of beer in his hand. He was so startled by the loud noise that he almost jumped off the sofa.

He turned around, still shaken, and saw a man and a woman standing in the doorway. His expression changed from fear to suspicion: "Who...who are you? How did you get into my house?!"

Lin Shen did not rush to answer.

He walked into the living room unhurriedly, glanced around the room, and then smiled.

Without saying a word, he pulled out two wads of banknotes from his pocket and slammed them onto the coffee table with a "thud".

Two stacks of brand-new 10,000 yen bills lay on the coffee table piled high with instant noodle buckets and beer cans, creating a stark contrast with the dilapidated surroundings.

Fujie Akiyoshi's gaze fell on the two stacks of money, and he froze.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he nearly dropped the beer can in his hand.

Lin Shen spoke up, "Fujie Akiyoshi, right? I have a big project on my hands, and I'm short-handed. Do you want to work with me?"

He pointed to the two stacks of money on the coffee table, "This is a small gift. There will be more after the matter is settled."

Fujie Akiyoshi stared at the money on the table for a long time before finally reaching out with trembling hands to pick it up.

He first touched it, then examined the texture and watermark of the paper from all angles—it was real money, not counterfeit!

Two million yen was placed right in front of him!

His breathing became somewhat rapid.

He's been so poor lately he's almost gone crazy. He's been unemployed for several months, owes two months' rent, and his phone has been disconnected for several days. All he has left in the fridge is a wilted cabbage and half a bottle of expired milk!

He was almost driven to the brink of despair, drowning his sorrows in beer every night, his mind racing with thoughts of what to do.

He even considered that if Yoko Okino didn't help him, he would kill himself in front of her. After all, he had nothing left to lose.

And now, someone has offered him two million yen.

He clutched the stack of money in his hand, his knuckles turning white, then looked up at Lin Shen, his voice much firmer than before: "Fine! I'll work with you!"

He didn't even ask Lin Shen what he wanted him to do.

He doesn't care.

I'd do anything as long as it makes money and gets him out of this run-down apartment.

He was terrified of being poor!

Lin Shen smiled with satisfaction at his reaction: "I just like communicating with smart people; it saves me trouble."

"Keep your phone on 24/7, I'll call you anytime. Take good care of yourself these next few days."

Fujie Akiyoshi nodded vigorously, clutching the two million yen tightly in his hand as if it were a lifeline.