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

73 Mingmei slumped onto the sofa in Lin Shen's room, letting out a long breath, as if all her strength had been drained.

She leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, and couldn't help but mutter, "...Phew...finally done moving."

She made three or four trips back and forth, each time dragging two large suitcases, filling the basement of Nishimoto Ken's mansion with cash and gold bars, and then secretly transporting them to Lin Shen's room via the hotel's service elevator.

Several suitcases were neatly stacked in the corner, their zippers zipped up tightly, but just by looking at their heavy weight and bulging shape, you could tell how valuable the contents were.

She dragged the suitcase herself until her arms were about to break.

Akemi turned her gaze away from the ceiling, glanced at the row of suitcases in the corner, and couldn't help but mentally reconsider her plans.

She initially genuinely believed that Lin Shen's visit to Moonshadow Island was purely for vacation.

After all, he said it so naturally—Tokyo is too chaotic, he's come out to lay low for a while.

At the time, Mingmei thought it made sense. Since the coffee shop was closed anyway, it would be nice to come out, enjoy the sea breeze, and eat seafood.

Now she finally understands.

Lin Shen isn't here for a vacation, is he?

He's here to ransack the house!

Mingmei thought of the white powder that Lin Shen had ordered to be destroyed, and secretly gave it a thumbs up!

She wholeheartedly agreed with this!

She grew up in the organization and had seen far more exciting things than this.

But there was one thing she always remembered very clearly—even a ruthless person like Gin in the organization never touched that kind of thing.

It's not because the organization is so noble, it's purely because that thing would cause irreversible damage to the combat effectiveness of its personnel.

When a killer becomes dependent on drugs, he is not far from death.

As these thoughts were swirling in Akemi's mind, her phone vibrated again.

The SMS notification sound has gone off.

She looked down and couldn't help but let out a groan: "No way... how come there are still some?!"

Lin Shen sent another text message. It was brief—he'd taken down another hideout, the address was attached, and he told her to hurry over and move it.

Mingmei, holding her phone, slumped onto the sofa, on the verge of tears.

She felt like she wasn't moving money tonight, but participating in a triathlon.

As she got up from the sofa, she kept muttering complaints: "Mr. Lin is really something... He should at least be more understanding of me... I've been carrying luggage and running errands..."

She put on her coat, grabbed her room key, and went out again in her still slightly damp canvas shoes.

As she walked down the hotel corridor, Akemi couldn't help but start seriously thinking about a question.

Things like tonight will only happen more often in the future. She's figured out Lin Shen's style completely.

He is decisive and efficient, never dragging things out, but the problem is that all the cleanup work falls on her shoulders.

Just handling the moving, inventorying, and storage is already a huge challenge. If the scale gets even bigger in the future, she definitely won't be able to manage it all by herself!

She needs to find a helper!

The first person that popped into Akemi's mind was Yoko Okino.

But she quickly rejected that option.

Although Ms. Yoko is a very nice person and one of my own, she is, after all, a popular celebrity. She is so busy with filming and appearances that she doesn't have time to count money or move gold bars for me.

She thought for a moment, and then a second candidate popped into her mind.

An honest, simple, kind, and easily fooled girl.

Xiao Lan.

Mingmei stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, she looked at her reflection in the mirrored stainless steel door panel and silently said four words in her heart: I'm sorry, Xiaolan.

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Sitting in the passenger seat, Lin Shen watched the Black Rock Mansion getting closer and closer outside the window, and couldn't help but think to himself: This old man really knows how to enjoy life.

The car stopped in the shade of trees by the roadside, some distance from the mansion.

Asai Narumi turned off the engine, but instead of getting out of the car immediately, she turned to Lin Shen and earnestly instructed him, "Sir, you can't just charge in like you did before."

"Those two places are relatively remote, so no one will care even if there's a lot of noise."

"But Black Rock Mansion is different; it's located halfway up the mountain, very close to the town."

"If you pull out an RPG and machine gun and start firing wildly, the whole island will be alerted."

After hearing her words, Lin Shen didn't rush to refute them. Instead, he turned his head to look at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Too much noise? And then what?"

He paused for a moment. "Will they call the police? And if they do, will the police fly over immediately?"

Asai Narumi was speechless.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something to refute, but she found that after racking her brains, she couldn't find any strong arguments.

Not long ago, this man single-handedly stormed a drug lord's hideout, using heavy firepower weapons like a light machine gun and a rocket launcher, blowing up dozens of people without even blinking.

Would he care about those slow-moving police officers?

Moreover, in a small place like Moonshadow Island, the police station only has one old policeman with white hair, who has difficulty even riding a bicycle.

Even if the Metropolitan Police Department responds to an emergency call immediately, it will take at least an hour for the police car to board the ferry and cross the sea to get there.

In that time, he could have demolished the entire Blackrock Manor three times over.

But Asai Narumi still thought of a very practical problem.

She organized her thoughts and said earnestly, "Sir, you certainly don't have to be afraid of the police. But it will take you time to move that money."

"If you make too much of a fuss, the police will close the island, and you won't be able to get your money out."

Lin Shen raised an eyebrow slightly after hearing this.

He had to admit that Asai Narumi was right.

He was indeed not afraid of the police coming to arrest him. With his current equipment and skills, he was confident that he could kill a whole platoon of police officers.

But what he fears is that the money will be intercepted!

Having so much money seized before he could even enjoy it is worse than being killed.

Lin Shen nodded: "You're right."

He pushed open the car door, stepped out, and stood in the moonlight, glancing at the brightly lit mansion in the distance. His tone was much more subdued than before.

"Okay. Then let's keep things quiet this time."

Asai Narumi got out of the car, muttering under her breath, "I hope so..."

She led Lin Shen along a small path by the sea, bypassing the brightly lit guards at the main gate of the mansion, and circled around to the back gate.

After walking a few steps along the shadow of the wall, I heard hushed laughter and the clatter of shuffling cards coming from not far ahead.

Three bodyguards in black suits were huddled under a large camphor tree, around a makeshift wooden plank with playing cards and a few coins scattered on it.

A small radio was placed next to it, playing a late-night music program.

The three men played cards and chatted quietly, occasionally taking a sip of their canned beer. Their relaxed demeanor made them seem less like they were on night duty and more like they were having a barbecue party in their own backyard.

They've guarded Black Rock House for so many years without ever causing any trouble; they've long since let their guard down.

Seeing this, Lin Shen couldn't help but sigh in his heart—such an easy opponent is simply handing over a head.

He drew the Glock pistol, already silenced, from his waist and crept over silently.

He stopped about seven or eight meters away from the three bodyguards and raised his arm.

puff!puff!puff……

A dozen or so muffled, faint gunshots were perfectly masked by the music from the radio.

Before the three bodyguards could even utter a sound, they collapsed one after another onto the card table and the ground, scattering playing cards and coins all over the floor.

Lin Shen walked over, squatted down, and took off the suit jacket and pants from one of the bodyguards who was about the same size as him, quickly putting them on himself.

He glanced back at Asai Narumi and saw that she was also squatting on the ground, tearing off the clothes of another corpse and deftly putting them on herself.

Lin Shen was taken aback: "Aren't you going to wait for me here?"

Asai Narumi rolled up the sleeves of her somewhat oversized suit jacket twice: "I'll go in with you."

"The layout inside the Black Rock Mansion is extremely complicated. Without my guidance, you wouldn't be able to find the main house even if you went in."

Lin Shen didn't take it seriously at first.

He wondered how big a mansion could be, and how complicated it could be.

But when he followed Asai Narumi through the back door and actually stepped into the interior of the Kuroiwa mansion, he realized he was wrong.

And it's completely wrong.

The Black Rock House was much larger than he had imagined.

It's more like a small Japanese castle than a mansion.

Main house, annex, warehouse, courtyard, corridor, rockery, pond...

The intricate cobblestone paths meander through the courtyard, and several corridors connect yet remain independent of each other. The buildings are all very similar in style, and to someone unfamiliar with the area, they all look exactly the same.

Without Asai Narumi leading the way, Lin Shen would have had a problem finding his way out of this place, let alone finding anyone.

As he followed Asai Narumi briskly along the shadows of the corridor, he couldn't help but think to himself: Bringing her along was definitely the right thing to do.

Professional matters should be left to professionals.