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

Shiho Miyano glanced at Akemi's relieved expression and asked casually, "Sister, why were you in such a hurry to interrupt our conversation?"

"I still have many questions to ask him."

She wasn't stupid; of course she could tell that Akemi seemed to be trying to hide something.

Akemi tried to brush it off, but when she turned around and saw Shiho Miyano's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, she knew she couldn't fool her anymore.

She sat down with a wry smile and stammered, "Well... Mr. Lin is a good person, but... he's just like most men."

She spoke subtly, but Shiho Miyano understood almost instantly.

"You mean, he's a womanizer?" Shiho Miyano's tone was as calm as if she were discussing the weather.

Then she looked Mingmei up and down, her tone still calm, "And, you've already slept with him?"

Akemi never expected Shiho Miyano to be so direct. Her face flushed red to her ears, and she stammered in protest, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Well... there was no other way at that time..."

Shiho Miyano raised her hand to interrupt her.

Her expression showed no reproach, no surprise, and not even much emotion: "No need to explain, sister."

"I've seen plenty of people offering sexual favors, so there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I've seen a lot in the organization."

Akemi paused for a moment, opened her mouth, but found that her sister was much calmer than she had imagined.

Shiho Miyano sat down on the sofa next to her, crossed one leg, and added in a flat tone, "People will do anything to survive."

Upon hearing this, Mingmei's heart tightened, and her expression instantly became tense: "Then, little sister...you wouldn't also...?"

Shiho Miyano glanced at her, then suddenly smiled, a hint of confidence and composure in her eyes: "Don't worry, your sister is very smart, smart enough that no one would dare to mess with me!"

Mingmei finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

She stepped forward and sat down opposite Shiho Miyano: "Shiho, can you talk to me about things in the organization? You know more than I do."

Shiho Miyano nodded: "Of course, no problem."

She paused, then pushed the empty coffee cup in front of her forward. "But before that... could you make me a cup of that 'Final Case' coffee?"

"I want to try it and see if it's worth the price." Mingmei paused for a moment, then laughed, took the coffee cup, and stood up. "Of course, no problem! Please wait a moment."

She turned and walked to the bar, skillfully grinding, weighing, and pouring water, as if she were pouring all her heart and soul into that cup of coffee.

Shiho Miyano sat on the sofa, watching Akemi's busy figure behind the bar, and the smile on her face gradually faded.

She silently planned in her mind how to bring up the cruel facts about the organization to her sister later.

I have to break my sister's naiveté, otherwise she'll definitely keep doing silly things.

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After leaving the coffee shop, Lin Shen slowly walked back to the villa along the street.

Although he failed to bring Shiho Miyano back directly, Akemi genuinely "thanked" him for several nights to express her gratitude for his actions.

Honestly, his sleep schedule was completely messed up those few days. He was severely sleep-deprived and his back was a bit sore.

So he decided to go back to sleep first and recharge his energy.

Lin Shen pushed open the villa door, changed into slippers, yawned, and planned to go upstairs to his room to rest.

But as he passed the living room, he paused and stopped.

Yoko Okino was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

She was wearing a loose white loungewear set, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, her knees curled up on the sofa, holding a TV remote in her hand, her gaze fixed on the screen.

A boring midday variety show was playing on TV, with a few comedians playing some childish games on stage, making everyone laugh so hard they were doubled over.

But Yoko Okino didn't laugh.

Her expression clearly showed she wasn't happy; her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes were somewhat vacant. It was more like she was staring blankly at the TV than watching it.

She didn't even notice when Lin Shen walked into the living room; she was completely absent-minded.

Lin Shen stood at the top of the stairs for a few seconds, then changed direction and walked towards the sofa.

He sat down next to Yoko Okino, and the sofa cushion sank slightly, which brought her back to her senses.

"Ah!" Yoko Okino seemed startled, but after turning around and seeing it was Lin Shen, her expression relaxed, and she forced a smile. "Mr. Lin? Why are you back? Weren't you at the coffee shop?"

Lin Shen didn't answer her question. Instead, he leaned back on the sofa, turned his head to look at her, and said casually, "Yangzi, are you off today?"

Yoko Okino placed the TV remote on the coffee table, smiled, and nodded: "Yeah."

"So many things have happened recently, and the intruder who broke into my room hasn't been caught yet, so the agency told me to take a good rest for a while and adjust my condition."

She maintained a good smile and sounded relaxed as she said this.

But after hearing this, Lin Shen immediately realized that she was lying.

He knew all too well what kind of people those Japanese entertainment agencies were like.

They can't even afford to rent a decent house for their artists, preferring to let them live in old, dilapidated apartments. Do they care about the artists' physical and mental health?

Do not make jokes.

They are all reincarnations of Zhou Bapi, wishing they could keep the artists working 24/7, and wanting to convert every minute of the artists' sleep time into appearance fees!

Why would someone as popular as Yoko Okino stay home and watch TV?

impossible!!

It was definitely not because of any "concern for her physical and mental health".

Something else must have happened.

Lin Shen did not press further.

He put his arm around her shoulder, pulled her closer to him, and said with a smile, "Since you're taking a rare day off today, I'll take you somewhere."

Yoko Okino was caught off guard by his sudden action, her face flushing slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she curiously looked up and asked, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there," Lin Shen smiled, without saying anything more.

He patted her on the shoulder and stood up: "Go change your clothes so you can ride the motorcycle more easily. I'll wait for you in the garage."

Despite her many questions, Yoko Okino obediently went upstairs, changed into a simple white T-shirt and denim shorts, put on a baseball cap, and tied her hair into a low ponytail, looking refreshing and neat.

When she came downstairs to the garage, she saw Lin Shen already straddling a dark gray Yamaha motorcycle, his helmet already on, and handing her a black helmet.

Yoko Okino took the helmet and put it on, feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation.