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

Around 9 p.m., half of the lights on the signboard of 221B Cafe were off, leaving only the warm yellow wall lamp at the entrance still lit.

A wooden sign that read "Closed" hung on the glass door, but the lights inside the store were still on.

On the table by the window, there were two sets of knives and forks and two plates.

Wearing an apron, Akemi brought the last dish to the table—a perfectly seared Wagyu beef with beautiful brown marbling on the surface, revealing tender pink meat at the cut, and the aroma of the fat filling the air.

Mingmei untied her apron and hung it aside, then sat down opposite Lin Shen. She picked up her water glass, took a sip, and smiled broadly. "Mr. Lin, thank you for your hard work."

Lin Shen picked up his knife and fork, cut off a piece of beef, and put it in his mouth.

The meat juices burst in my mouth; the cooking time was indeed perfect.

He nodded in agreement.

Akemi smiled happily, her tone carrying a long-lost sense of ease: "The organization transferred the payment this afternoon! A full ten million yen!"

Lin Shen was chewing on his beef when he heard this, and his knife and fork paused in mid-air.

He looked at Mingmei's beaming face and was a little confused.

Is ten million yen a lot?

For ordinary people, that is indeed a lot.

But in the past few days, he has been robbing banks, intercepting organized transactions, and kidnapping for ransom, and the money he has obtained is at least several billion yuan.

Ten million yen is nothing compared to this number.

He didn't understand why Mingmei was so happy.

He didn't understand, but he expressed his respect!

Lin Shen then put down his knife and fork, picked up his wine glass, and smiled in agreement: "I didn't expect your organization to be so generous, giving ten million in one go."

As Akemi cut the beef on her plate, she nodded slightly: "Although the organization isn't exactly a good place... it has always been very generous when it comes to money."

"The compensation that is due will never be less than what is due."

Lin Shen smiled and replied, "Of course. If a criminal organization isn't even willing to pay, who will risk their lives for it?"

He picked up a piece of beef with his fork, dipped it in the sauce, and said, "Nine and a half out of ten people who join the Black Organization are in it for the money."

"Who's going to hang out with you if you don't have money? Do you really think we're all together because of a shared ideal?"

Mingmei was taken aback by what he said, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true.

She had never thought about it from this perspective before—which of the assassins and peripheral members in the organization truly joined because they agreed with the organization's ideology?

Aren't they all here for money, for profit, or for some kind of protection?

Lin Shen added, "Let me tell you—some crime syndicate leaders aren't very bright. They like to point guns at people's heads to force them to work, or find ways to cut their subordinates' pay."

"This kind of boss will get shot in the back sooner or later."

"Killers are just immoral, not brainless!"

"If you deduct money from someone's pay today, they'll wonder if you'll do the same to them tomorrow."

"Once morale is low, it becomes difficult to lead the team."

After hearing this, Mingmei nodded repeatedly: "That's true."

She moved the plate of Wagyu beef she had cut to Lin Shen's side, then changed the subject, "By the way, Mr. Lin, after becoming a full member, I got some new privileges."

"For example, they can purchase weapons and intelligence through the organization's channels, and... help launder money."

Lin Shen was focused on the Wagyu beef when he heard the words "money laundering," and he stopped eating with his fork.

He looked up, his brow furrowing slightly. "Money laundering? If we could launder money, wouldn't that save us a lot of trouble?"

Mingmei smiled helplessly: "It's possible... but the handling fee is a bit expensive."

"How expensive?" Lin Shen asked.

Akemi hesitated for a moment, then held up five fingers: "I want half."

Lin Shen nearly choked on the beef in his mouth: "How much? Half?! Are you crazy?!"

He put down his fork, staring at Mingmei in shock. "Half the commission? Why don't they just rob us?"

Mingmei was amused by his reaction and almost laughed, but she still explained seriously, "This is already considered an 'internal discount price'."

"If you try to use professional money laundering channels outside, those people will dare to take 60% to 70% of your money."

"After all, they have this channel; if you don't go through them, you can't launder your money clean."

"That's the price for a monopoly."

Lin Shen leaned back in his chair, clicked his tongue twice, and shook his head: "Sure enough, all the profitable businesses are written in the criminal law."

He forked another piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling, "Forget it, I'm not in a hurry. I have the money, so I'll just take my time washing up at our coffee shop!"

As the two were talking, the door to the coffee shop was pushed open, and the bell on the door rang out with a clear "ding-a-ling".

Lin Shen and Mingmei both turned to look at the doorway.

The first to enter were a middle-aged man in a dark coat and a young woman wearing a mask, with only her eyes visible.

The middle-aged man's gaze swept around the store, and seeing that the lights behind the bar were still on, he seemed to be holding onto a sliver of hope.

Mingmei put down her knife and fork, wiped her mouth with a napkin, stood up, and walked over slowly, saying politely, "Good evening, everyone. I'm sorry, our coffee shop is closed."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man turned to look at his companion and said, "Never mind, let's go."

But the woman next to him took a half step forward and said urgently, "Please wait a minute... I'd like to ask, are you detective enthusiasts? Is that why you opened this detective-themed café?"

Akemi looked at her, smiled, and nodded: "Yes. If you two are interested, you are welcome to come early tomorrow."

"If you answer the reasoning question correctly, you can get a free cup of coffee!"

The woman shook her head, her voice tinged with urgency: "We didn't come here for coffee... I came to ask for your help!"

She paused for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts, "I... I think someone broke into my house. My things were moved and rearranged."

"Since you run a detective-themed café, then... you must also be knowledgeable about reasoning and investigation, right?"

Akemi listened without changing her expression, maintaining her professional smile, but her tone held a hint of apology: "I'm sorry, this is just a coffee shop, the detective agency is across the street."

The woman gave a wry smile, her tone even more helpless: "We just came from the other side."

"Detective Mouri isn't home; his daughter said he went out to work."

Akemi said regretfully, "I'm really sorry, we really can't help you."

The woman remained silent for a moment, then lowered her eyes, turned around in disappointment, and prepared to leave.

Lin Shen, who was standing nearby, overheard their conversation and immediately reacted.

Unsurprisingly, the woman wearing the mask is Yoko Okino!

Yoko Okino originally went to see Kogoro Mouri, but now Kogoro Mouri is heavily in debt due to his own reasons and has to frantically take on commissions to make money!

So much so that Yoko Okino couldn't find anyone, and had no choice but to come to her detective-themed café for help.

Lin Shen sighed inwardly, "No coincidence is too much to tell."

He then said, "Wait a moment."

Everyone turned around.

Lin Shen put down his knife and fork: "I'll help you investigate. Anyway, I don't have anything to do tonight."

The woman wearing the mask turned around, her eyes lighting up instantly. A look of surprise flashed in her slightly upturned eyes peeking out from above the mask: "Really? Thank you so much!"

She almost rushed back to the table, clasped her hands together, and said with gratitude, "Thank you so much! May I ask your name?"

"My surname is Lin," Lin Shen stood up, picked up his coat draped over the back of the chair, and said, "Let's go, we can talk as we walk. Where do you live?"

The woman nodded repeatedly: "It's in Beika-cho, not far from here!"

Lin Shen nodded, then turned to Mingmei and said, "You go ahead and pack, I'm going out for a bit."

Mingmei knew that Lin Shen wasn't the kind of person who acted on a whim; if he decided to get involved in this matter, he must have his reasons.

She nodded: "Okay."