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

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Akemi was already up.

She busied herself in the kitchen for a while, wearing an apron, cooking a pot of hot miso soup, grilling salmon, and preparing a dish of pickled cucumbers and a bowl of white rice.

She specially cooked an extra bowl of hangover soup and let it cool in a bowl.

Then she took a cup of black coffee, sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and turned on the TV to watch the morning news.

The footage shows the apartment building from last night. Zooming in, you can clearly see the shattered window and charred window frame on the third floor.

The host reported in a serious tone: "Around 8 p.m. last night, an explosion occurred in an apartment building in Beika Town, resulting in one death."

"It is understood that the deceased was a middle-aged man, and his identity is currently being confirmed."

"Police have preliminarily determined that the incident was caused by an explosive device, and the investigation is still ongoing."

After watching for a while, Mingmei understood.

This is clearly the same thing that happened with Yoko Okino.

However, the news did not mention Yoko Okino's name, or even keywords like "female entertainer," suggesting that her agency must have done some public relations work overnight to suppress the news.

Just as she was about to take her second sip of coffee, a scream suddenly came from upstairs.

"ah--!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was very penetrating, carrying the kind of panic one feels when waking up to find oneself in a completely unfamiliar environment and then instantly recalling what happened last night.

Akemi put down her coffee cup, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She had already guessed what had happened upstairs, and calmly stood up and went into the kitchen, bringing out the breakfast she had prepared and placing it on the table.

She had just finished setting it up when footsteps came from the stairs.

Yoko Okino came down.

She was still wearing the same light blue yukata she wore last night, her hair was a little messy, and her face had a flush from just waking up, making her look a bit flustered.

She walked to the dining table, trying to appear calm and composed, and forced a smile at Akemi: "Good morning, Ms. Akemi."

"Good morning, Yoko-san," Akemi replied with a smile. "How did you sleep last night?"

Yoko Okino's gaze flickered, landing on the table before quickly shifting away: "Hmm... I slept quite well. I fell asleep as soon as I lay down; I was just so tired yesterday..."

She paused for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "Um... Miss Akemi, last night... after I drank too much, did I do anything... impolite?"

As she asked the question, her voice grew softer and softer, and the tips of her ears began to turn red.

Akemi smiled, her expression perfectly natural: "No."

"Not only were you not rude, but you were also exceptionally polite, insisting on going upstairs to thank Mr. Lin in person for taking you in last night!"

Yoko Okino was completely stunned: "Huh?...Is...is that so?"

She tried hard to retrieve fragments of memory from last night, but the memory after she blacked out from drinking was like it had been erased with an eraser, leaving her completely empty and unable to piece together a complete picture.

"I...I don't remember anything at all..." Her face turned even redder.

Yoko Okino is now certain that it was because she drank too much.

Akemi naturally changed the subject: "By the way, Ms. Yoko, the morning news reported about what happened at your apartment."

"However, your name wasn't mentioned; it must be because your agency did some public relations."

Yoko Okino's attention was indeed diverted.

She breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the coffee cup on the table, and took a sip: "That's good... If the media found out, it would be a real problem."

"I wonder what's going on at the agency right now; they must be frantically trying to contact me..."

"Just explain it properly," Akemi said gently. "You're a victim too, the firm won't make things difficult for you."

The two sat at the dining table, eating breakfast and chatting casually.

Not long after they started talking, footsteps came from the other end of the stairs again.

Lin Shen was wearing a dark gray casual shirt, his hair was still a little wet, and he looked like he had just washed his face. He slowly walked down the stairs and into the restaurant.

Yoko Okino's body visibly stiffened the moment she saw him.

But she quickly composed herself, pretending nothing had happened the night before, and looked up to greet him: "Good morning, Mr. Lin."

Lin Shen, acting as if nothing had happened, pulled out a chair and sat down, nodding, "Good morning, Ms. Yoko. How did you sleep last night?"

"It's...not bad," Yoko Okino said, holding up her coffee cup to cover half her face. "I fell asleep as soon as I lay down. After what happened yesterday, I was really exhausted."

"That's good." Lin Shen picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of grilled salmon, and then turned to Mingmei and said, "Mingmei, could you please take Miss Yoko to her office later?"

Akemi nodded: "Okay."

Yoko Okino said "thank you" aloud, but inwardly she was sighing with emotion.

Mr. Lin was quite thoughtful, knowing to have Mingmei escort him instead of personally escorting him, so as to avoid being photographed by paparazzi in ways that could easily cause misunderstandings.

Just as she was still sighing in her heart, Akemi suddenly spoke up.

She put down her chopsticks, turned to Lin Shen, and said in a perfectly casual tone, "Mr. Lin, I'd like Miss Yoko to stay here a little longer, is that alright?"

Akemi's expression was sincere and natural: "I hit it off with Ms. Yoko at first sight, and I'd like to spend a few more days with her and chat."

Lin Shen, who was taking a bite of his sandwich, almost couldn't hold back when he heard this!

He really didn't expect Mingmei to be so proactive in helping him make connections.

He quickly took a big bite of his sandwich to stop the smirk from spreading across his face, and mumbled, "No problem, there are plenty of empty rooms here anyway."

"But you'll have to ask her opinion."

After saying that, he lowered his head and ate his sandwich, pretending that he didn't care about the matter, but in his heart he was giving Mingmei a thumbs up!

Akemi immediately turned to Yoko Okino, took her hand, and said in a warm and sincere tone, "Miss Yoko, could you stay here for a few more days?"

"I've always been very curious about things in the entertainment industry, and I'd like to hear you talk about filming and appearing on shows!"

Yoko Okino opened her mouth, her first instinctive reaction being to refuse—after all, what had happened between her and Lin Shen made her feel very embarrassed.

But then she thought about it again. Her apartment had already been bombed. Even if the firm arranged a new place for her, given their notoriously stingy nature, it would probably be another old, run-down apartment with no security gates.

Moreover, the intruder has not yet been caught, and it's really unsettling to live alone.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she nodded and said somewhat shyly in a low voice, "If you don't mind... then I'll take my leave."

"That's great!" Mingmei's smile was incredibly genuine, and her voice even rose a couple of octaves. "I really hope you can stay a little longer, otherwise it'll be so boring for me to be here all by myself."