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

This detached house was secretly rented by Kenzo Hirota.

The location is remote, there are few neighbors, and no one will notice what you do.

Lin Shen led Miyano Akemi to the bathroom door and pushed it open.

Akemi Miyano looked inside and froze.

On the bathroom floor tiles, Hirota Kenzo was curled up in a corner, his face covered in blood.

His nose was crooked, his lips were cracked, his left eye was swollen so much that it was just a slit, and blood was dripping down his chin, staining the white shirt collar bright red.

His right arm was hanging at an unnatural angle, clearly dislocated.

"Ah—!" Hirota Akira kicked him again, and Hirota Kenzo let out a pig-like scream, shrinking even tighter.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Hirota Kenzo mumbled, his mouth full of blood and froth, his words slurred. "I was blinded by greed... I'll never do it again... I'll never do it again..."

Hirota Akira crouched down, grabbed his hair, and lifted his head up. Pointing his finger at his nose, his voice was as cold as ice: "You won't dare?"

"If the Morimoto brothers hadn't been so careful and followed us, you'd probably be hiding away enjoying yourself by now, wouldn't you?!"

After saying that, he punched Hirota Kenzo in the temple again.

Hirota Kenzo slumped to the side, spitting out a mouthful of blood that splattered onto the white tiles, a horrifying sight.

Lin Shen leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, watching the scene with cold eyes.

His expression was calm, even with a hint of a smile.

"Luckily, I sensed something was off about that old guy, so I kept an eye on him and followed him." Lin Shen said casually, as if he were just saying the weather was nice. "Sure enough, instead of going back to where we agreed, he came here."

Akemi Miyano's face was extremely pale.

She walked into the bathroom, stood in front of Hirota Kenzo, looked down at him, and spoke in a low, trembling voice:

"Jian San... why did you do this? Didn't we agree that the four of us would work together and split the money equally? How could you..."

Hirota Kenzo raised his face, which was badly bruised and disfigured, and mumbled, "I...I have a wife and children at home...I want them to have a good life...I..."

"Bullshit!" Hirota Akira kicked him in the shoulder, knocking him to the ground. "I don't have a wife and kids? You're the only one who does?!"

Akemi Miyano opened her mouth as if to say something, but seeing Kenzo Hirota's miserable state, she ultimately didn't utter a single word.

She turned her head away, unable to bear looking any longer.

Lin Shen, however, was thoroughly enjoying the sight.

He walked into the bathroom, squatted down in front of Hirota Kenzo, tilted his head, looked at him, and smiled: "Trying to take it all for yourself? Have you thought about the consequences?"

Hirota Kenzo was trembling all over and could barely speak.

Lin Shen stood up, dusted off his hands, and turned to Miyano Akemi, saying, "This guy doesn't follow the rules. In this world, the worst thing you can do is break the rules."

Akemi Miyano stared at him blankly for a long while before nodding: "Yes... In our line of work, the most important thing is integrity."

In the eyes of decent people, credit is probably just a moral issue.

But for these people, credit is life itself.

If you can take everything for yourself today, he can steal it from you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, nobody will survive. Therefore, those who break their promises must pay the price.

"Let's get rid of him!" Lin Shen said, then turned and walked out of the bathroom into the living room, glancing at the five neatly stacked money boxes on the floor.

The silver metal box gleamed coldly under the light.

Each box contained 200 million yen, a total of one billion yen.

Lin Shen opened a box, inside which were neatly stacked stacks of ten-thousand-yuan bills.

He casually picked up a stack, felt its thickness, and smiled.

Then he turned to Akemi Miyano, who had followed him in, and said, "Open your suitcase."

Akemi Miyano nodded and squatted down to unzip her suitcase.

Inside lay three dark blue travel bags.

Lin Shen said, "Let's start dividing it now, lest something goes wrong."

Akemi Miyano nodded in agreement without even thinking.

Lin Shen shouted towards the bathroom, "Hirota Akira! Are you done? Come over and split the money!"

"Coming, coming!" Hirota Akira's voice came from the bathroom, followed by a muffled thud, and then the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Lin Shen didn't go to see it.

He knew that Kenzo Hirota was finished.

The bathroom door closed, and Hirota Akira came out wiping his hands, his face still bearing the bloodstains from the beating he had just received.

He walked into the living room, glanced at the boxes of money, and the fierce look in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a glint of almost greed.

"Damn... so much money..." Hirota Akira rubbed his hands together, his voice trembling.

"Don't just stand there, let's get started." Lin Shen said, squatting down and opening a money box.

The three people began counting the money.

This is a huge project.

Even if all of the 1 billion yuan in cash were in the largest denomination of 10,000 yuan bills, it would still be several thick stacks.

The living room was very quiet, with only the rustling of banknotes turning and the snapping of rubber bands.

As Lin Shen counted the money, he was also calculating in his mind.

One billion yen, which was originally two hundred and fifty million yen per person for four people.

But if Hirota Kenzo wanted to take it all for himself, then naturally he wouldn't get a share.

"Hirota Akira," Lin Shen began, his tone relaxed, "you've had a tough day, driving and beating people up, you deserve the most credit. How about you take 330 million?"

Hirota Akira was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Lin Shen to take the initiative to share the money, and to be so generous.

He grinned, his gold tooth gleaming under the light: "Fine! Whatever the Moriya brothers say goes! I have no objections!"

Senguquan, this is Lin Shen's pseudonym.

Lin Shen nodded, then looked at Miyano Akemi: "Ms. Hirota, you will also receive 330 million."

"I'll take 340 million. Consider the extra 10 million a bargain on my part."

"After all, it was because I kept an eye on Kenzo Hirota that that bastard didn't run off with the money. You guys don't have any objections to that, right?"

Akemi Miyano thought for a moment and nodded: "No objection. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have gotten a single penny today."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Hirota Akira chimed in, "Brother Lin Shen, that burst of MP5 shots you fired today completely stunned the police! You deserve an extra ten million!"

That's settled.

The three men continued counting their money, and the living room fell silent again.

Hirota Akira hummed a little tune as he counted, a silly grin on his face, his eyes shining like light bulbs.

He had never seen so much money in his life.

Three hundred and thirty million yen!

That's enough for him to buy a decent house, marry a beautiful wife, and live comfortably for the rest of his life.

Lin Shen found his appearance somewhat amusing.

Does this guy really think he can live a peaceful life with this money? Do you think Gin will let him off the hook? Dream on.

This money is a pit of fire; anyone who jumps in can forget about climbing out alive.

Akemi Miyano was also counting money, but she counted it very slowly and carefully.

Her expression was calm, but Lin Shen could see something unusual in her eyes.

She had something on her mind, and it was a very big one.

Lin Shen glanced at her, knowing that she was probably already figuring out how to keep the money for herself.

Each of the three had their own thoughts, but their hands never stopped moving.

The banknotes were counted one by one, one hundred in each stack, each worth ten thousand yen.

One hundred is one million, one thousand is ten million, and ten thousand is one hundred million.

It took about half an hour for the three of them to finally divide all the money.

Five empty money boxes were thrown in the corner.

Three bulging travel bags were neatly stacked in the middle of the living room.

One billion yen was neatly divided into three parts—330 million for Akemi Miyano, 330 million for Akira Hirota, and 340 million for Fuka Hayashi.

Hirota Akira patted the travel bag in front of him, grinning from ear to ear: "Damn... this is the first time in my life I've ever seen so much money!"

Akemi Miyano smiled too, but her smile carried a complex meaning.

She stood up, stretched, and feigned a relaxed demeanor: "Plan a great success! Let me see if there's any wine in the house, let's celebrate!"

"There's beer in the fridge," Lin Shen said casually.

"Okay! I'll go get it now!" Miyano Akemi said, turning around and walking towards the kitchen.

Lin Shen watched her retreating figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.

She's definitely going to tamper with the drink.

Lin Shen's lips curled up slightly.