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

Lin Shen twisted the accelerator and drove out of the city.

The gray mountain leaves meandered along the winding mountain road, and the scenery on both sides gradually changed from dense buildings to patches of green trees and open sky.

The wind whistled past his ears, carrying the unique, fresh scent of the mountain forest. He

Finally, we stopped in front of a viewing platform. The terrain here was relatively high, offering a panoramic view of most of Tokyo. The tall buildings in the distance shimmered faintly in the afternoon sun.

Lin Shen parked his motorcycle, swung his long legs off, and took off his helmet, hanging it on the handlebars.

He stretched his neck, which was stiff from the wind, then turned to Yoko Okino and said with a smile, "How was it? Exciting, wasn't it?"

Yoko Okino sat in the back seat, her hands still tightly wrapped around his waist, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the high-speed chase.

She slowly took off her helmet, and the face that was revealed did not show fear or lingering apprehension, but rather an undisguised joy.

She nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling, her voice rising in a clear, excited tone: "Exciting! So exciting!!"

When she said this, she looked completely different from usual.

In front of the camera, she always has a sweet and proper idol smile, speaks gently and restrainedly, and every movement seems to be designed.

But at this moment, her bangs were ruffled by the wind, her face was slightly flushed from the car chase, and her eyes shone with a rare excitement.

As a popular idol, she has to be very careful about her words and actions. There are rules about what to say and what not to say, how wide to smile, and how much to bow.

If you're not careful, a screenshot will be posted online, analyzed repeatedly by those trolls, and then you'll get a barrage of insults.

She spends most of her time either at work or on her way to work.

On occasional days off, I would just stay at home watching TV and flipping through magazines. Even going out for a stroll was a struggle because I was worried about being recognized.

To be honest, she had been holding back a lot of anger, feeling stifled and unsure where to vent it.

But today is different.

Today she was riding on the back of a motorcycle, speeding along the streets of Tokyo with a man.

She knocked down a robber with a baseball bat!

That robber is probably still lying in the hospital!

Then they were chased by police cars all the way, driving recklessly on the pedestrian street, knocking over fruit stalls, and finally managing to shake off the female traffic police officer!

Any one of these things was something she would never have dared to imagine before.

But now she's done them all.

She felt as if the pent-up anger in her heart had been blown away by the gusts of wind that had just hit her.

I felt incredibly relaxed.

She took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air and then exhaled slowly.

A genuine, joyful smile graced her face as she nodded vigorously at Lin Shen, "Mmm~~ I feel so good! I've never felt this good before!"

Lin Shen looked at her expression, which seemed to have just been relieved of a heavy burden, and smiled as well.

He took out the plastic bag containing watermelon slices from the side pocket of the motorcycle, opened the bag, handed one slice to Yoko Okino, and took a slice for himself and took a bite.

The watermelon was very sweet, and the juice burst in my mouth, cool and refreshing, which perfectly quenched my thirst after the long drive.

He ate watermelon and said in a relaxed tone, "That's good. Then my efforts weren't in vain."

Yoko Okino held the watermelon in both hands, took a small bite, and felt the sweet juice melt on her tongue. She couldn't help but squint her eyes and let out a satisfied sigh.

Then she looked up at Lin Shen earnestly and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lin."

Her tone was a bit more serious than before, but it still carried a relaxed smile.

Lin Shen waved his hand, took another bite of watermelon, chewed it twice and swallowed it, then casually said, "No need to be so polite with me."

He paused, glanced at her, and said, "You're feeling much better now. Can you tell me what happened? What went wrong?"

Yoko Okino lowered her head, looking at the watermelon in her hand that was dripping with juice.

She was silent for a few seconds, then took a deep breath, looked up, and her smile turned bitter: "Actually, it's nothing... just those things in the workplace."

She paused, her voice lowering slightly, "Mr. Yamagishi was the one who brought me into the entertainment industry, and he was my mentor. After his passing, the agency handed me over to another manager. But..."

She gave a wry smile. "That agent has several artists under her management that she's been promoting."

"So naturally, I didn't get as many resources as before."

She took another bite of watermelon, as if using this action to calm herself down, and then continued, "It's one thing to have fewer resources... but she also made me give up some of the resources I have to others."

When she said this, her tone carried an indescribable sense of grievance and helplessness, but she tried her best to appear nonchalant and not to make herself look too pitiful.

Lin Shen frowned slightly upon hearing this.

He put down the half-eaten watermelon he was holding, looked at her, and asked, "Aren't you the firm's cash cow? Are they just going to watch your resources get taken away?"

Yoko Okino gave a wry smile and shook her head: "This... I don't understand. I don't get it either."

There was a hint of confusion in her voice.

She really didn't understand.

She's clearly the highest-earning artist in the agency, with GG endorsements, variety show appearances, and drama offers lining up to get her nod.

But since Mr. Yamagishi passed away, those resources have been cut off as if by an invisible gate, becoming increasingly scarce.

She didn't know where the problem lay, nor how to solve it.

Lin Shen nodded and did not ask any further questions.

But he already understood.

It's obvious to anyone with their toes—if someone can shut down a money tree and not use it, then someone must be profiting from it.

It doesn't matter if the firm's interests are harmed, as long as someone's personal pocket is bulging, that's all that matters.

Sacrificing the company's overall interests to enrich one's own account is all too common in the workplace, but he never expected that someone would dare to plot against Yoko Okino.

He picked up the watermelon again, took a big bite, chewed a few times, swallowed, and said, "Oh, I see. I thought it was nothing serious."

"Leave it to me, I'll take care of it for you."

Yoko Okino was stunned.

Her hand, holding the watermelon, froze in mid-air. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at Lin Shen in disbelief. "Huh? Mr. Lin... you... can you handle this?"

Lin Shen tossed the last piece of watermelon rind into the roadside trash can, clapped his hands, turned around and smiled at her: "Of course."

He didn't offer any further explanation, but his tone carried a strangely reassuring certainty: "Just rest well at home for the next couple of days. It won't be long before you're busy again."

Yoko Okino looked at him with such a nonchalant expression, as if what he was talking about was as simple as buying a bottle of water at a convenience store.

For some reason, the weight that had been hanging over her heart suddenly felt lighter.

She nodded vigorously, a genuine smile returning to her face: "Mmm!!"

A mountain breeze blew by, ruffling the ends of her hair.

The Tokyo cityscape unfolds quietly in the afternoon sun.

Standing on the edge of the observation deck, still clutching the half-eaten watermelon in her hand, she suddenly realized that today was truly the happiest day she had in a long time!