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

As Lin Shen strode into the main house, his foot had just stepped onto the wooden planks of the corridor when the shoji door next to him suddenly made a piercing sound of tearing paper.

A samurai sword pierced through the thin shoji paper from the side and plunged into his right abdomen without warning.

Lin Shen froze completely.

He looked down at the samurai sword that was sticking out from the paper door, the blade still covered with bits of his coat, its sharp point gleaming coldly.

He never expected that someone would use such an old-fashioned method to ambush him!

I have to say, it's old-fashioned, but it works!

Lin Shen decisively raised his gun and fired at the shoji gate.

Bang bang bang! !

However, behind the shoji door, the attacker, having landed a successful blow, did not linger and decisively released the hilt of his sword. Immediately afterward, a series of hurried footsteps could be heard fading into the distance.

The person ran away, and the katana clattered to the floor of the corridor.

Lin Shen looked down at the values ​​on his armor panel.

That last strike reduced his armor durability by more than half.

It is many times more damaging than a single bullet.

He quickly recited PRECIOUS PROTECTION in his mind and reapplied the armor.

But before he could catch his breath, the shoji door on the left was smashed open from the inside.

A man dressed as a samurai burst out of the door, raised his katana high with both hands, let out a roar, and slashed down at Lin Shen's head with a swift and ruthless strike.

Lin Shen immediately raised his Glock and fired three shots into the opponent's chest.

Puff puff puff!

The bullet struck the samurai squarely in the chest, and blood splattered on his dark kimono. Normally, a person would have collapsed long ago after being shot like that.

But the samurai gritted his teeth and swung his sword at Lin Shen twice more before losing his balance.

The first cut landed on his left shoulder, and the second slashed diagonally down his chest, slicing a long gash in his coat with a sharp crack, the blade almost grazing the surface of his armor.

Then the samurai, covered in gunshot wounds, stared wide-eyed, and unwillingly collapsed to the ground, twitching twice before falling still.

Lin Shen stood there, looking down at his tattered coat and the exposed armor.

He couldn't help but grin and then reapplied the armor.

He finally understood.

This main house houses not only ordinary armed bodyguards, but also real warriors.

Judging from his swordsmanship and the ruthless determination he showed even after being shot, he might be a bodyguard that Kuroiwa Tatsuji hired at great expense.

Lin Shen chuckled, tossed the Glock pistol in his hand to the ground, and bent down to pick up the samurai sword from the ground.

He held the knife in his hand, weighed it in his hand, and then swaggered over the broken shoji door, heading straight into the depths of the corridor.

The other samurai hiding in the rooms on both sides of the corridor looked at each other in surprise when they saw Lin Shen throw away his pistol and walk in with his samurai sword.

They then felt they had been provoked!

None of them could tolerate being treated with such contempt.

So they stopped hiding it.

With a whoosh, a shoji door on the left side of the corridor was pulled open, and a samurai dressed in a black kimono stepped out.

Unlike the previous attackers who shouted for battle, he silently gripped the wooden scabbard of his katana and slowly walked to the center of the corridor, blocking Lin Shen's path.

He drew the knife with both hands, the blade reflecting a cold light in the dim corridor light. Then he pointed the tip of the knife at Lin Shen, striking a standard head-on stance.

This means it's a one-on-one duel.

Seeing this, Lin Shen's smile deepened.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the blood-stained katana and charged forward.

The two knives clashed in the corridor.

clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the quiet corridor.

Then the second cut.

clang!

The third cut.

clang!

The smile on Lin Shen's face slowly froze.

He realized something was wrong.

Something's very wrong!

The samurai in front of me was very skilled with his sword. Every move was clean and crisp, and his attacks were continuous. One slash after another, the rhythm was so smooth that it was like muscle memory that had been trained for decades.

Lin Shen was able to parry at first, but he soon realized that he couldn't keep up with his opponent's pace at all. He could only desperately block, retreat, and block again.

The samurai's blade grazed his body again and again, cutting more holes in his already tattered coat.

While parrying, Lin Shen mentally complained: "Damn it, I overdid it and now I look like an idiot!"

Firearms require almost no learning curve; any normal person can kill someone by pulling the trigger.

But swords and knives are different.

This thing really has a technical threshold. How could a modern person have practiced any proper swordsmanship?

To fight against a professional samurai like that is simply courting death.

But the knife was already raised, and the act of putting on a show had begun.

Giving up and running away at this point is clearly not his style.

Since you've chosen to show off, then go all the way!!

As Lin Shen retreated, he deliberately missed a step, his body tilting slightly to the right, leaving half of his chest and abdomen exposed to the opponent's blade, wide open.

Seeing this flaw, the samurai did not hesitate.

He shouted, gripped the knife with both hands, and thrust it straight at Lin Shen's chest. The tip of the knife whistled as it came straight at him, intending to pierce through this arrogant opponent.

Then the tip of the knife pierced Lin Shen's chest.

The samurai's anticipated sensation of the blade piercing flesh and heart did not materialize.

After the knife tip pierced through the coat and the shirt underneath, it seemed to hit a welded steel plate and was blocked, unable to advance an inch further.

The blade even bent slightly due to the impact.

The samurai's pupils suddenly contracted!

Baka? What's going on?

Why? I can't cut it in!

In that half-second of hesitation, Lin Shen made a move.

Lin Shen gripped the knife in a reverse grip, swung his arm in a wide arc, and slashed horizontally, the blade cleanly and neatly slicing into the side of the warrior's neck.

With a soft "pfft".

Warm watermelon juice spurted from the cut, leaving a fan-shaped bloodstain on the corridor wall.

After the samurai's head hit the ground, his mouth opened slightly, and his eyes still held the bewilderment of "why couldn't I cut through it?"

Then his body suddenly collapsed to the side, twitched twice on the floor, and then remained still.

The remaining warriors on both sides of the corridor were stunned.

They witnessed their comrade deliver a precise stab to the man's chest!

But it failed to pierce through!

This was completely beyond their comprehension.

Someone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "What's going on?! Why can't we cut it in?!"

What is he wearing?

"Could there be something wrong with that outfit?"

“…………”

Lin Shen flicked the blood off his blade, wiped the blood splattered on his face, glanced around at the bewildered warriors, and gave a composed smile:

"Your swordsmanship is not bad, but unfortunately, I've practiced the Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield technique. Now, I'm invulnerable to swords and spears!"

The corridor was quiet for about two seconds.

Then the warriors' expressions changed from shock to anger.

"Baka! How dare you look down on us!!"

"You are insulting the spirit of Bushido!!"

"A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!!"

"Brothers! There's no need to talk about Bushido with this kind of shameless bastard! Let's attack together!"

As soon as the third person finished speaking, the remaining five or six samurai almost simultaneously pulled open the shoji doors and rushed out, brandishing their samurai swords, and launched a simultaneous attack on Lin Shen from both sides of the corridor.

Lin Shen stood in the middle of the corridor, watching the flashes of swords coming from all directions, neither dodging nor avoiding them.

He didn't even make any defensive stance; he simply took a deep breath, gripped his katana tightly, and then, facing the charging crowd, swung his sword backhand.