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

After driving the car to a parking lot, Lin Shen took out a stack of banknotes, which looked to be a little over a million, and handed them to Xiao Tong.

"Here's your investigation fee, take it."

Xiao Tong was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take it: "Mr. Lin, this is too much... I only looked up information on one person, I don't need this much."

"Just take it," Lin Shen said, getting off the car, mounting the motorcycle parked next to him, and fastening his helmet. His voice was a little muffled through the mask. "I also know that hiring a private investigator would be cheaper and easier."

"But what if the police follow that lead? As someone who does illegal things, it's always better to be careful."

He twisted the accelerator, and the engine emitted a deep roar: "Besides, this money isn't earned by me; it's all taken from those fat sheep. I'll just go find more when I run out."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Xiaotong to say anything more, he twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle shot off, its taillights leaving a red afterimage in the night.

Looking at the money in her hand, Xiao Tong became even more determined to work with Lin Shen!

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Back at the villa entrance, he turned off the engine, opened the garage door, parked the motorcycle, and then walked into the yard through the side door.

As he walked along the stone-paved path, pushed open the villa door, changed his shoes, and entered the reception room, he saw a familiar figure.

Akemi was sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for him.

She was wearing a light gray loungewear outfit, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, and a magazine that was half-open on her lap, but her attention was clearly not on it.

The moment she heard the door open, she looked up, stood up, and went to greet it.

She walked up to Lin Shen, naturally reached out to take his coat from him, draped it over her arm, and then asked, "Mr. Lin, have you had dinner?"

Lin Shen was happy to see her welcoming him so naturally, but he also felt a little uncomfortable.

"I've eaten." Lin Shen waved his hand, unbuttoning two buttons on his collar as he walked into the living room. "Go take a shower."

He took a couple of steps, then stopped, turned around, and added, "By the way, you don't need to wait for me at the door next time. Just go about your own business."

Akemi smiled and nodded: "Okay. I'll remember that."

The two of them walked into the bathroom one after the other.

Mingmei walked up behind him naturally and reached out to unbutton his shirt, her movements practiced and gentle.

Lin Shen was used to it, so he opened his arms for her to help him and just stood still.

As she pulled her shirt off his shoulders, she said, "Mr. Lin, Vodka called me this afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shen's eyes snapped open.

Without even thinking, he blurted out, "He definitely wasn't holding back. What did he say?"

Akemi gave a wry smile, folded the shirt and placed it on the shelf beside her, then said, "He said I'm now a full member of the organization. My code name is—Rye Whiskey."

Upon hearing the code name, Lin Shen couldn't help but turn to look at Mingmei and tease, "Rye Whiskey? Isn't that your ex-boyfriend's code name?"

"The people in your organization are truly ruthless—giving you the code name of an ex-boyfriend is clearly an attempt to make you two kill each other."

Akemi lowered her eyelashes and sighed softly, "Yes. That's just how the organization always does things."

She paused, then lowered her voice even further, "And Vodka has already assigned me a task; he wants me to kill someone."

"Who?" Lin Shen asked.

"Hiroyuki Nagai, 45 years old, an official in the Ministry of Defense, has some information that some organizations don't want him to continue possessing," Akemi said worriedly.

"After I got back, I checked his security details. He always travels with at least six bodyguards, two of whom are professionally trained bodyguards."

"He is a very cautious person because he has been assassinated several times before, but he always escaped unscathed."

"Sometimes he changes his route at the last minute, sometimes he uses a stunt double, and even his family doesn't know his specific schedule." She looked up at Lin Shen, her bitter smile becoming more pronounced. "Gin is clearly sending me to my death."

Lin Shen grinned after hearing this: "Oh? So hard to kill? Then I'll have to see just how hard this person is to kill."

He turned to face Akemi and asked earnestly, "Tell me all of Nagai Hiroyuki's upcoming schedule."

When Mingmei heard this, she was stunned for a moment.

Looking into Lin Shen's eyes, which seemed particularly earnest under the light, she felt a surge of inexplicable warmth welling up inside her.

She originally thought Lin Shen would let her figure it out herself, after all, this was a task assigned to her by the organization, and she didn't expect him to help her.

But he did not hesitate and even offered to take on the task.

She felt she hadn't made a mistake in choosing a partner!

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Four days later, at night.

Akasaka, at the entrance of a high-end members-only club.

The place was brightly lit, with a dark red carpet laid under the porch and two antique bronze lamps illuminating the entrance.

Several bodyguards in black suits were smoking and chatting outside the door. When they saw Nagai Hiroyuki come out, they immediately put out their cigarettes and stood up straight.

Hiroyuki Nagai was wearing a dark gray suit today, his tie was half loose, and his face was flushed, clearly indicating that he had drunk quite a bit.

Beside him was a madam dressed in a plain-colored kimono, in her early forties but still charming, with a few pretty crow's feet at the corners of her eyes when she smiled.

Hiroyuki Nagai put his arm around the madam's shoulder and his fingers playfully rubbed against her shoulder a couple of times.

Slightly drunk, he leaned closer and said, "I had a really great time tonight... Why don't you come to my villa? I'll have someone prepare the best red wine, and we can have a good chat."

The madam smiled and took a half step back, subtly pulling herself out of his arms, her tone gentle yet distant: "Mr. Nagai is joking again."

"I can't leave here, there's a lot to do at the shop."

Hiroyuki Nagai wanted to say something more, but before he could speak—

A muffled thud, accompanied by the piercing sound of metal colliding, jolted him mostly awake from his drunken stupor.

He turned his head sharply and saw that the rear of his black Toyota Century had been solidly bumped by a dilapidated pickup truck, the taillights were shattered, and the bumper was bent.

The front of the small truck was emitting white smoke, and a corner of the hood was sticking up.

"Baka!" Hiroyuki Nagai's face darkened instantly. "My car!"

The two bodyguards immediately jogged over to check the situation.

One of them had already placed his hand on the gun at his waist, remaining vigilant.

Another person walked over to the driver's seat of the pickup truck and looked inside—the driver was a young man whose forehead had hit the steering wheel, scraping his skin and blood was flowing down his brow bone, making him grimace in pain.

You could smell the strong odor of alcohol on him from a distance.

The bodyguard frowned: "Have you been drinking? Get out of the car!"

Fujie Akiyoshi covered his head, feigning a drunken and arrogant demeanor, and mumbled incoherently, "Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am? How dare you pull this on me?!"

The bodyguard didn't waste any words with him. He yanked open the car door, grabbed the man by the collar, dragged him out of the driver's seat, and then slapped him across the face—smack!

Fujie Akiyoshi immediately stopped cursing and began to beg for mercy and admit defeat.