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

Yoko Okino blushed as she listened to the people behind her cursing.

Fortunately, being an idol means you might not have much else, but you'll definitely be criticized every day.

She's gotten used to it by now.

Lin Shen simply ignored the insults and curses from the passersby.

After all, he was prepared to be criticized for doing this.

He had just passed a balloon stall and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when he heard the same rapid sound of a motorcycle engine behind him.

He instinctively turned his head to look!

Yumi Miyamoto, riding a Kawasaki motorcycle, was chasing after him from the entrance of the pedestrian street!

She lowered her body, her eyes beneath her helmet sharp and focused, like a hawk eyeing its prey, locking onto his direction.

Yoko Okino also saw Yumi Miyamoto chasing after them. Her voice, clearly tense, came through the communicator: "Oh no! That policewoman is catching up!"

Lin Shen didn't reply. Instead, he tightened the accelerator again, accelerated forward, and honked the horn more urgently to signal the pedestrians ahead to disperse.

The crowd quickly moved aside, creating a narrow passage.

However, just as the crowd parted to both sides like a tide, a little girl of about five or six years old appeared in the middle of the road.

She was wearing a pink dress, holding a large cotton candy, standing in the middle of the road, staring blankly at the motorcycle rushing towards her, as if she were frozen in fear.

Yoko Okino's pupils constricted sharply when she saw the small pink figure, and she quickly exclaimed, "Ah!! There's a child!!"

Lin Shen saw it too.

His reaction was incredibly fast!

He made a decision in a fraction of a second, suddenly turning the car to the right and shifting his center of gravity dramatically!

The Yamaha motorcycle emitted a screeching sound as it tilted to one side, the entire vehicle and the two people on it hurtling towards the GG standees standing in front of the row of shops along the roadside in an almost tipping-over posture.

boom!

Bang bang bang!

The motorcycle crashed into three or four GG signs in succession, the sound of plastic panels shattering mixed with the sharp sound of metal brackets scraping the ground, sending up a shower of fragments.

Then, under the enormous inertia, the car continued to slide forward for a distance before finally crashing with a loud bang into a fruit stand set up on the side of the road!

Bang-!

The wooden frame of the fruit stand was smashed to pieces, and oranges, apples, strawberries, and grapes tumbled to the ground as if they had been exploded. The yellow parasols lay askew to one side.

The motorcycle lay overturned amidst a pile of rotten fruit and broken wooden frames, its front wheel still spinning freely, emitting a buzzing sound.

Lin Shen got up from the ground.

He stretched his shoulders and neck.

Fortunately, he wasn't going very fast when he crossed the pedestrian street, and the GG signs and the last fruit stand acted as a buffer, so he was basically unharmed.

He quickly turned around and helped Yoko Okino, who was still slumped over the back of the motorcycle, to her feet. He looked her up and down and asked, "Yoko, are you alright?"

Yoko Okino shook her head; her face beneath the helmet was a little pale, but her eyes were still clear. "I'm fine... I'm okay."

She looked down at herself; her white T-shirt was stained with strawberry juice, and her denim shorts had a few splinters of wood embedded in them, but she was not injured.

The two of them were fine, but the fruit stand wasn't so lucky.

The fruit stall owner, who was in his fifties, was standing under a parasol fanning himself when suddenly a motorcycle came crashing down on his fruit stall, which he had worked so hard to set up that morning, and smashed it to pieces.

He stood there stunned, staring at the rotten fruit and the mess on the ground, his eyes instantly turning red.

Without a word, he bent down and pulled a gleaming watermelon knife from under the wooden planks of the stall, gripped it in his hand, and strode towards the overturned motorcycle!

He's determined to make that bastard on the motorcycle pay for the damages today!

The fruit stall owner had just approached and hadn't even had a chance to start cursing when Lin Shen had already picked up the motorcycle.

He saw the middle-aged man holding a watermelon knife walking towards him. Without the slightest panic, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of ten thousand yuan in bills, and threw them over without counting them: "Boss, I'll take all this fruit."

The fruit stand owner instinctively caught it, then froze.

He glanced down at the thick wad of ten thousand yuan in bills, then down at the mess of rotten fruit scattered on the floor, his expression shifting from anger to ecstasy in a fraction of a second.

Without the slightest hesitation, he stuffed the wad of banknotes into his pocket, then bent down to pick up a large watermelon that had been smashed but wasn't completely rotten from the ground, placed it on the intact half of the table, and swiftly chopped it down.

He quickly and neatly cut the watermelon into several pieces, neatly put them into a clear plastic bag, and handed it to Lin Shen with a smile: "Here, here, my fruit is very sweet! Eat it on the way!"

Lin Shen smiled, took the bag of watermelons, and handed it to Yoko Okino behind him.

Then he glanced at it.

Yumi Miyamoto had stopped her Kawasaki motorcycle and was pushing through the crowd of onlookers as she hurried toward them.

Lin Shen turned around and shouted to the still-stunned passersby, "Help yourself with all the fruit from this stall! It's on me!"

The people around were silent for a second, and then burst into cheers!

Some people bent down to pick up apples from the ground, some rushed to grab the still-intact strawberry boxes, and some even picked up entire bunches of grapes.

Fruits in island nations are ridiculously expensive. Normally, I hesitate for ages before buying a single strawberry at the supermarket. Now that someone's treating me to something for free, why not grab as many as I can?

Miyamoto Yumi managed to squeeze through the crowd to the vicinity of the fruit stand, only to find that a large group of citizens were already gathered in front of her, bending down to pick up fruit, completely blocking the road.

She was extremely anxious and shouted, "Excuse me! The police are on a case! Please make way!" But no one paid any attention to her.

Some people bent down to pick up three oranges, some squatted on the ground to pick out strawberries that hadn't been crushed yet, and some almost got into a fight over the last bunch of bananas.

Yumi Miyamoto was stuck in the crowd, unable to move forward or backward. She could only watch helplessly as the gray Yamaha motorcycle started up again, passed through the exit at the other end of the pedestrian street, turned a corner, and disappeared into the afternoon sunlight.

She stood there, stomping her foot in anger, but there was nothing she could do.

She took out her walkie-talkie, pressed the call button, and said with a deep sense of frustration, "Michi... the target escaped from the east exit of the pedestrian street."

"You keep an eye on intercepting them... Never mind, it's probably too late." She tucked the walkie-talkie back into her belt, glanced down at the Kawasaki motorcycle still running in her hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

Today's events will certainly give me a lot to write about when I get back and write my report.