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

Inside the organization's base.

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

Gin stood in front of the projection screen, an unlit cigarette between his fingers, staring at the surveillance video that was being played repeatedly on the screen.

The footage was slowed down several times, but it was still clear that the black motorcycle cut in from the right side of the screen at high speed. In the instant it passed the target, the rider flicked his right hand, and a small black cube landed precisely at Nagai Hiroyuki's feet.

Immediately afterwards, the screen turned a blinding white, then the entire camera shook violently a few times before going black.

Vodka, standing next to him, was also staring at the screen with a complicated expression.

He watched it several times, finally unable to hold back his anger and blurted out, "C4 bomb?! Using C4 to blow people up? Anyone can do that! What kind of skill is that?!"

Gin did not respond immediately.

He put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and slowly took a drag, his gaze still fixed on that frozen image.

He remained silent for a while before speaking, "Miyano Akemi found an accomplice. And this accomplice is no ordinary person."

Vodka frowned and turned to Gin: "Big brother... could he be another undercover agent? Like Shuichi Akai?"

Gin chuckled coldly and shook his head: "Doesn't seem like it. Have you ever seen an undercover agent use C4 to blow someone up?"

"Such a big commotion, such a brutal method, leaving no trace of the cleanup – this is not the style of a secret agent."

He took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled. "Moreover, the bombs that Miyano Akemi used to rob the bank last time should have been obtained from the same person."

Vodka thought for a moment and nodded: "That makes sense... Well then, brother, shall I go and check on this motorcyclist?"

Gin turned to look at Vodka, his eyes conveying a sense of utter disbelief, as if to say, "Are you out of your mind?" "Investigate? Investigate what?"

"Do you think someone who dares to throw C4 at a Defense Ministry official wouldn't dare to throw it at you?"

Vodka was stunned, his mouth opened, but he couldn't say anything for a long time.

He's been involved in organized crime for a long time, so of course he knows a very basic principle.

Some people are tough on the outside, but when it comes to actually doing something, they're incredibly cowardly, only daring to shout a few harsh words to bolster their courage.

But some people don't talk much, but when they do make a move, they're all aimed at killing you.

The one riding the motorcycle was clearly the latter.

Should we let Vodka investigate this kind of person?

Vodka may be arrogant, but he's not stupid; he has that kind of insight.

When faced with a ruthless and taciturn character, Vodka always suppresses his arrogance.

Who knows if the other person is in a good mood today?

If the other party is in a bad mood today, they might just take action without even giving a warning.

Which gangster has a good temper?

Those with good tempers have all gone to work as corporate slaves.

Those who join the underworld are basically flammable and explosive materials; they'll explode at the slightest touch.

If you try to investigate this kind of person, their first reaction will definitely not be that you are conducting a "routine investigation," but rather that "someone is trying to get me."

Then he'll strike first and get rid of you.

Once Vodka understood this, he immediately shut his mouth and stopped mentioning the investigation!

After weighing the pros and cons, Gin decided it was best not to mess with these crazy people who throw C4 at the drop of a hat!

Since Shiho Miyano is in the organization, Akemi Miyano wouldn't dare to do anything reckless!

He then said, "We don't need to touch Akemi Miyano for now."

"From now on, if we encounter any tough bones, we'll just throw them to her. If she can chew them, great; if not, it'll save us the trouble of doing it ourselves."

Vodka nodded. "Understood, brother."

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Evening, at Cafe 221B.

The setting sun slanted in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm orange glow on the dark wooden floor.

There weren't many customers in the store. A white-collar worker was sitting by the window reading a book, a couple was chatting quietly in the corner, and a soothing jazz song was playing on the radio on the bar.

Of course, they didn't pay for the coffee; they got it by answering Akemi's detective riddles correctly.

In Akemi's words, it would be highly suspicious if there wasn't a single customer in the store.

Lin Shen sat at the bar, with a half-empty glass of "221B Classic Hand-drip" in front of him.

He wasn't playing on his phone or looking out the window; he just rested his chin on his hand, sighing occasionally.

"well……"

He sighed.

"well……"

He sighed again.

Xiao Lan, wearing a dark brown shop assistant apron, was wiping glasses behind the bar.

When she heard Lin Shen sigh for the third time, she finally couldn't help but put down her cup and walk over, refilling his coffee with the pot. She asked with concern, "President Lin, what's wrong?"

"Did something unpleasant happen?"

Lin Shen looked up, took the coffee, thanked him, then leaned back against the bar, looking dejected, and said, "Well... I misjudged him before."

"I spent two million yen to hire someone, but that guy didn't perform as well as I expected... What a rip-off!"

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan's eyes widened in surprise: "Two million? That's so much!"

"Yes." Lin Shen sighed again, picked up his coffee and took a sip, "But on the bright side... he did help me out a little, he did put in some effort."

Xiaolan stood opposite him, her hands resting on the bar counter, and thought about it seriously.

She felt that two million was indeed a large sum of money, but judging from Lin Shen's expression, it wasn't entirely unacceptable.

She then smiled and comforted him, "It's alright, President Lin. You'll learn from your mistakes! Just be more discerning when hiring next time!"

Looking at her earnestly comforting him, Lin Shen felt inexplicably better!

He now finally understands why some companies like to hire these beautiful women.

Putting everything else aside, just looking at it can improve your mood!

He couldn't help but chuckle, put down his coffee cup, and said in a serious tone, "Xiao Lan, thank you for your comforting words. I feel much better now!! I think I'll give you a raise!"

Xiaolan was taken aback at first, but she was still somewhat happy inside.

But she quickly waved her hand, "Oh, no, no! I really didn't do anything, I just said a few words!"

"That wasn't just 'a few words'," Lin Shen said seriously. "You helped me relieve my emotions and provided me with emotional support!"

"How can this not count as doing something? A raise is deserved."

Xiaolan hesitated for several seconds.

Reason told her she should continue to refuse, but the thought of the 300 million yen debt still weighing on her head made it impossible for her to say with conviction, "I don't need more money."

She finally lowered her head somewhat shyly and whispered, "Well... thank you, President Lin..."

She silently encouraged herself: I must do this job well and be worthy of this salary.

Seeing her grateful expression, Lin Shen guiltily took a sip of coffee.