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

Ken Nishimoto was woken up by a bucket of cold water.

He coughed a few times, jolted awake, and opened his eyes to find himself tightly bound to a solid wood chair in the living room.

My wrists and ankles were tightly bound, and I couldn't move at all.

He struggled twice, but the rope didn't budge.

He looked up, panting, and saw two people standing in front of him.

Asai Narumi, and that unfamiliar young man.

Ken Nishimoto was taken aback at first, then his face flushed with anger: "Bastards!! How dare you two touch me?!"

"Do you know who I am?! You will pay for this!!"

Lin Shen didn't say a word.

He stepped forward, raised the revolver in his hand, pointed the butt at Ken Nishimoto's mouth, and smashed it down cleanly.

Once. Twice.

The sound of metal striking teeth and bone was particularly crisp in the quiet living room.

Ken Nishimoto let out a muffled scream.

Two bloody teeth flew out of his mouth and rolled onto the floor with a clatter.

His lips split open instantly, and blood flowed down his chin, dripping onto the collar of his white yukata.

Half of his face was visibly swollen, and his entire face was twisted from the impact.

His vision flickered for a moment.

Then she finally saw the bodies of several women lying haphazardly on the living room floor.

Each of them had a bullet hole in their head, and blood had seeped into a large patch on the floor, filling the air with a strong smell of blood.

Ken Nishimoto's pupils contracted sharply.

The arrogance he had just displayed was shattered in that instant.

He suddenly realized that these two people in front of him were actually capable of killing!

And they've already killed them!

Ken Nishimoto's face went from flushed to deathly pale. His voice trembled, and blood filled his mouth as he mumbled, "Big brother... big brother... what do you want? Money? Or goods?"

"I'll give you everything... I'll give you everything... just spare my life..."

Lin Shen couldn't help but chuckle at his cowardly behavior, which changed his attitude faster than flipping through a book: "I thought you were tough. Turns out, this is all you've got?"

He asked directly, "Where's the money?"

"In...in the study..." Ken Nishimoto's lips were still bleeding, and his words were indistinct. "There's a painting hanging on the wall of the study...behind the painting is a safe...the combination is 112358..."

Lin Shen turned and went to the study.

He glanced at the paintings on the wall.

A landscape oil painting, framed in gold.

He reached out and took the painting down, revealing a gray safe embedded in the wall behind it, which was neither too big nor too small, about 300×400×450 mm in size.

He crouched down and entered the password.

With a click, the safe door popped open.

Inside, stacks of ten-thousand-yuan bills were neatly stacked, along with some jewelry and several watches.

Lin Shen glanced at it briefly and estimated it to be around forty to fifty million yen.

He left the study and returned to the living room, frowning as he looked at Nishimoto Ken: "After ten years of selling goods, this is all the money you've saved? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Ken Nishimoto shook his head frantically, splattering a mixture of blood and saliva everywhere: "It's gone! It's really gone! I'm a big spender! It's all gone!!"

Lin Shen didn't look at him anymore, but turned to look at Asai Narumi who had been standing to the side.

Asai Shigemi recalled the details he had observed when he had infiltrated the house multiple times to gather clues, and said, "His kitchen is very large. But he never cooks, and the kitchen is almost never used."

"I suspect there's something wrong there, but I've searched several times before and found nothing."

Lin Shen didn't speak, but instead turned his gaze back to Nishimoto Ken's face.

A flicker of barely concealed panic crossed Ken Nishimoto's eyes, but he stubbornly insisted, "This house was designed this way!! The size of the kitchen is none of my business!!"

Without saying a word, Lin Shen turned around, picked up the baseball bat that had knocked him unconscious, walked up to him, aimed at his thigh, and swung the bat down.

A crisp cracking sound of bone breaking.

Ken Nishimoto opened his mouth wide, but before he could even utter a sound, Narumi Asai swiftly stuffed a wad of towel into his mouth and covered it tightly.

Ken Nishimoto's screams were muffled by the towel, turning into a series of muffled whimpers.

His body convulsed violently in the chair, his facial muscles contorted, and a layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

Lin Shen swung the stick again, expressionless.

Click.

Another sound.

Ken Nishimoto's thigh bent at a completely abnormal angle.

His body jerked upwards suddenly, then slumped back into the chair like a fish that had been slapped to the ground.

Only then did Asai Narumi slowly remove the towel from his mouth.

Ken Nishimoto gasped for breath, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably from the excruciating pain, tears and snot mixed with blood streaming down his face.

Lin Shen, holding a baseball bat, looked down at him, his tone still calm: "If you don't talk, I'll pull out your fingernails next time."

Ken Nishimoto trembled violently, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible: "It's really all gone... I've spent it all... Brother... please... give me a quick death..."

Lin Shen glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

After finding a pair of stainless steel pliers inside the house, he knelt down in front of Ken Nishimoto and grasped the other man's right hand.

Ken Nishimoto struggled in panic, crying out, "I'm really gone!! You have to believe me! I have no reason to lie to you!!"

Asai Narumi immediately stepped forward, stuffed the towel back into Nishimoto Ken's mouth, and then pressed down hard on his shoulders.

Lin Shen used pliers to clamp the nail of Nishimoto Ken's right thumb and pulled hard.

The fingernail, along with the flesh, was completely lifted up, bringing out a small string of blood beads.

Ken Nishimoto's body jerked violently as if he had been electrocuted, a muffled growl escaping his throat, his body convulsing a few times before his head lolled to the side and he fainted from the pain.

Lin Shen did not stop.

He used pliers to grab the nail of Ken Nishimoto's right index finger and yanked it off.

As if stabbed in the heart, Ken Nishimoto suddenly opened his eyes, his entire body jolted back from unconsciousness by excruciating pain.

His body writhed wildly, the chair creaking against the floor as he desperately tried to break free of the ropes, but his fingers, with their nails torn off, could only scratch helplessly in the air.

He made indistinct, whimpering sounds.

Asai Narumi removed the towel from his mouth again.

Ken Nishimoto had completely broken down; tears streamed down his face like a faucet being turned on, and his voice was hoarse and trembling: "Don't pull it out... don't pull it out... I'll talk... I'll talk..."

He gasped for breath, speaking haltingly, "Under... under the refrigerator in the kitchen... there's... there's a basement entrance..."

Lin Shen stood up and casually tossed the blood-stained pliers onto the coffee table.

He walked into the kitchen and forcefully pushed the enormous double-door refrigerator aside, revealing a patch of flooring that was slightly different in color from the rest of the floor.

He squatted down and tapped the hole with his finger; it was empty.

He used a crowbar to pry open the floorboards, revealing a downward-pointing entrance, dark and its depth indiscernible.

He took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, went down the steps, groped his way to the switch on the wall, and pressed it.

The fluorescent light overhead flickered twice and then turned on.

The basement wasn't large, only about ten square meters, but the things inside made Lin Shen whistle softly.

Neatly stacked gold bars were arranged in the corner, gleaming with a dark yet alluring golden luster under the fluorescent lights.

Next to the gold bars were bundles of ten-thousand-yuan bills, not tied with rubber bands, but with plastic packing straps, as if they had just been pulled out of the printing factory.

On the other side of the basement, there were dozens of sealed white plastic boxes stacked up. You could tell what was inside without even opening them and smelling them.

Lin Shen stood at the entrance to the basement, his gaze sweeping over the glittering gold and white wealth, and nodded in satisfaction.

That's more like it.

After selling goods for ten years, how could I only have such a small amount of savings?

A smile crept across his lips. He'd struck it rich!