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

The corridor was filled with the glint of knives.

Seven or eight samurai swords came down from different angles, slashing at Lin Shen's shoulders, back, arms, and thighs.

The sound of metal striking armor was extremely harsh, like someone hitting a thick piece of rubber with an iron rod, a dull thud with a sharp, scraping sound.

Lin Shen stood in the middle of the crowd, his body slashed and staggering, but he just wouldn't fall.

The armor's durability was fluctuating wildly on the panel.

After being knocked down, he silently recited a recovery command to recover, and after being knocked down again, he recovered again.

The armor value fluctuated wildly like an electrocardiogram.

But it hurts.

It really hurts.

Each slash, though the blade was blocked by the armor, had a real impact, like being hit by a baseball bat one after another.

He could feel the muscles in his shoulders and thighs go numb from the impact, and several cuts struck his ribs, almost making him gasp for breath.

He gritted his teeth, swung his sword backhand, and struck the samurai in the shin with the blade. The man screamed and lost his balance, falling to the ground.

Lin Shen didn't finish him off, letting him struggle on the ground, and then turned around and slashed at another person's face.

He doesn't know anything about swordsmanship.

He didn't know any of these terms, such as "zhengyan," "xia," "shangduan," or "xiaduan."

He only had one fighting style—risking his life for another.

Anyway, if the other person cuts you, it won't hurt, but if I cut you, you'll be lying down.

This style of play doesn't care about aesthetics on the battlefield; it only cares about efficiency.

After another samurai was cut down, the remaining samurai finally began to panic.

They took a few steps back, their hands gripping the knives trembling slightly, exchanging glances—this wasn't fighting a person, it was fighting a monster!

How can you fight someone who's impervious to swords and spears?

But they were warriors.

The Kuroiwa family has raised them for so many years, not so that they would turn around and run away at the crucial moment.

Just as Lin Shen swung his sword at a warrior on his left, a warrior standing behind him suddenly made an unexpected decision.

The samurai dropped his katana to the ground with a clang, then rushed forward, opened his arms, and hugged Lin Shen tightly from behind.

Two arms, like iron hoops, locked Lin Shen's arms and torso. The warrior hung his entire weight on Lin Shen, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Hold him! More men! Hold him down! Don't let him move!"

Lin Shen was startled and instinctively tried to shake off the other person, but when he suddenly exerted his strength, he found that the warrior on his back was as heavy as a stone, and his arms were so tight that he could hardly breathe.

His strength was no match for such professional close-quarters control; he struggled several times but couldn't break free.

Immediately afterwards, two more samurai dropped their katana and charged at him from the front. One of them held down one of his legs, while a fourth man circled around to his side and used his shoulder to press against his chest. Together, they pressed him to the ground.

Lin Shen was forcefully pressed down onto the wooden floor of the corridor, his face pressed against the cold floor, his limbs firmly held down, completely unable to move.

His katana also slipped from his hand when he was tackled, sliding away with a clatter a few steps away.

He lay on the ground, struggled a couple of times, and after confirming that he really couldn't break free, he simply gave up, turned his face to the side with his face pressed against the floor, sighed helplessly, and muttered, "Looks like I'll have to learn some martial arts when I get back... otherwise I'll be subdued in close combat."

He stopped struggling.

The right hand, which was being held to the ground, quietly flipped over, palm facing up, and with a thought, took out an M67 grenade from the system space.

The cool metal casing pressed against his palm; the safety pin was still there, and the pull ring was hooked by his fingers.

Lin Shen turned his face and gave the warriors who were pressing down on him a bright smile: "Since I've been captured, then we'll all die together."

After saying that, he pulled the ring.

The metallic sound of the safety pin popping open was particularly crisp in the quiet corridor.

The warriors looked down and saw the grenade in Lin Shen's hand with the pin already pulled. They all froze as if they had been electrocuted.

In that instant, no one shouted or gave any instructions. Everyone simultaneously released their grip on Lin Shen and scrambled to either end of the corridor, running for their lives.

But it was too late.

boom--!!!

A deafening explosion ripped through the enclosed corridor, the flames of the explosion expanding rapidly within the confined space, and the shockwave, carrying fragments of wooden planks and shoji paper, sprayed outwards in all directions.

The samurai who had only taken a few steps were thrown into the air as if they had been hit by an invisible wall.

Some people were thrown out by the shockwave and crashed heavily onto the ceiling, then fell down with shattered drywall.

Someone flew sideways and crashed through the corridor wall, half of their body buried in the rubble and scraps of paper;

Someone was hit in the back of the neck by shrapnel and collapsed motionless in the corridor, blood slowly seeping out from under him.

Debris flew everywhere, the shockwave shook the paintings off the walls, and the entire corridor looked like it had been plowed by a bomb, with charred marks and scattered human bodies everywhere.

Lin Shen himself was also hit squarely by that M67 bomb.

The shockwave from the explosion and the force of the rebound compressed within the narrow corridor instantly reduced the values ​​on his armor panel from full to zero, followed by a 50% drop in his health.

His ears were ringing, as if ten thousand cicadas were chirping in his skull at the same time.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He lay sprawled on the messy floor, feeling as if his internal organs had been displaced by the shock.

He took several seconds to recover before struggling to turn over and lie on his back in the ruins of the corridor, looking at the large hole blasted into the ceiling, through which he could see a few blurry stars in the night sky.

Lin Shen silently thought to himself: We've gone a bit too far.

But to be fair, that grenade was incredibly powerful—it almost killed me along with it.

He lay there, enduring the aches and pains throughout his body, and silently typed a command in his mind: ESOYAM.

This cheat code can fully restore your health and armor in one go, and also comes with a bonus of 25000 cash.

After the command was completed, a warm current spread from Lin Shen's chest to his limbs. The tinnitus and dizziness disappeared in an instant, the stuffy feeling in his chest dissipated, and even the metallic taste of vomited blood vanished completely from his mouth.

Health and armor are instantly restored to full.

Then, two 10,000 yen bills and one 5,000 yen bill fell from the sky into his field of vision, drifting down gently.

One landed on his stomach, one covered his face, and another drifted into the nearby ruins.

Lin Shen lay there, took off the ten thousand yuan bill covering his face, glanced at it, and couldn't help but curse, "Is this damn system joking?"

He threw the three banknotes aside and got up from the ground.

He looked down at himself.

The jacket was completely ruined, the shirt was missing a sleeve, and the front and back were covered in holes and burn marks, as if it had crawled out of a fire.

The pants were still stubbornly hanging on his body, but the right leg of the pants had been blown off and was now only half left.

He looked even more disheveled than a homeless person on the street.

Lin Shen then took out a silenced Glock pistol from the system, walked over to the warriors who had been blown to the ground, and finished them off one by one, regardless of whether they were alive or not.

Puff puff……

Clean and efficient, leaving no one behind.

After dealing with everyone, the corridor finally fell completely quiet, with only the faint crackling of burning planks and the distant chirping of insects coming from the courtyard.

He lowered the muzzle of his gun slightly, raised his head, and looked at the carved wooden door at the end of the corridor, which was still tightly closed.

The wood carvings on the door are exquisite and intricate, and warm yellow light shines through the cracks in the door. There is no sound coming from behind the door, making it as quiet as an empty room.

But Lin Shen knew that Kuroiwa Tatsuji was inside.

The other party must have been waiting for a long time.