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

When Lin Shen carried Xiao Lan into the hotel room, he was a little out of breath.

He first closed the door with his foot, then quickly walked to the bedside and put Xiaolan on the bed.

Xiaolan lay on the bed, her body like a cat that had been flipped over, limbs outstretched, mumbling something incoherently.

Lin Shen didn't even have time to look at her; he immediately turned around to close the window.

Swish—the left door closes, swish—the right door closes too.

He quickly walked to the door and locked it from the inside to make sure the smoke in the corridor wouldn't seep in.

Then he turned on the air conditioner, set it to maximum fan speed, and started circulating and filtering the air in the room.

After completing this set of movements, he let out a long breath and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

Then he heard a rustling sound coming from the other side of the bed.

He turned his head and saw that Xiaolan had already sat up.

Not only did she sit up, she also wobbled to her feet and threw herself into Lin Shen's arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest, rubbing against him forcefully.

Lin Shen froze completely.

Xiaolan's face was flushed, as if she had just run 800 meters, and even her ears were pink.

She looked up at Lin Shen with hazy eyes, her voice several decibels softer than usual: "President... thank you... if you hadn't given me such an easy job... I'm probably working so hard and tired every day now..."

As she spoke, her breath, warm through the fabric of her bathrobe, enveloped Lin Shen's chest, carrying a faint fragrance warmed by her body heat.

Alarm bells rang loudly in Lin Shen's mind.

He looked down at Xiao Lan in his arms.

Although she is just a high school girl, her figure is really well-developed, with all the right parts and she is very well-endowed.

Xiao Lan pounced on him, her soft, fragrant body pressed against him, and as she slid the ball into him, he felt as if he had been electrocuted.

He is a normal adult male, and it is impossible for him not to react to this level of physical contact.

He frantically shouted to himself in his mind: Hold on! You have to hold on! If you can't hold on, we're doomed!

The protagonist of the previous book couldn't hold on, and then he died!

Lin Shen gritted his teeth, using all his willpower, and grasped Xiao Lan's shoulders with both hands, gently but firmly pushing her back half a step, trying to keep his tone calm: "You're welcome, it was nothing."

He took a deep breath. "Alright, Xiaolan, go take a shower to calm down. A cold shower. Or I can take one."

After being pushed away, Xiaolan stood there swaying for a moment, then looked up at him. The dazed look in her eyes didn't fade; instead, it gained a bright, sparkling luster.

"President...we can shower together...I'll help you scrub your back...as a way of thanking you for giving me this job..."

Lin Shen's temple throbbed, and he quickly said, "Let's talk about it next time we go to the hot springs together... You go wash by yourself today, be a good boy."

But Xiaolan just stood there without moving.

She tilted her head and looked at him, a slightly uncontrollable smile on her lips. She was in a state of excitement and confusion, and had no intention of going to the bathroom.

Lin Shen stood in the room, facing a girl who seemed to be in a dilemma—whether she pounced on him or not. He felt that his situation was even more precarious than when he was surrounded and attacked by six samurai in the Black Rock Mansion.

Just when he felt he was about to give up, the door clicked open from the outside.

Mingmei walked in carrying a small handbag. Seeing the scene in the room, she paused, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Lin Shen and Xiaolan before she gave a meaningful smile: "Oh dear...did I come back at the wrong time?"

The moment Lin Shen saw Mingmei, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior. He quickly said, "You're back just in time! Quick, quick—Xiao Lan inhaled the poisonous smoke outside and is not quite conscious right now."

"Take her to take a cold shower to calm her down!"

Mingmei glanced at Xiaolan's flushed face and dazed eyes, and immediately understood what was going on.

Without asking any further questions, she walked over and put her arm around Xiaolan's shoulder, saying gently, "Let's go, Xiaolan, I'll take you to wash your face."

Ran was half-pushed and half-coaxed into the bathroom by Akemi, and then the sound of running water and Akemi's soft voice came from the bathroom.

Lin Shen plopped down on the bed, then collapsed backward as if he were completely exhausted, lying in a "big" shape.

He looked at the ceiling and let out a long sigh.

Then, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but curse, "That idiot Asai Narumi!"

He got angrier and angrier the more he thought about it!

You should just die, why did you have to set those fires!

Setting a fire is one thing, but burning the entire mansion along with tens of tons of drugs is a different story!

Now look what's happened! All the residents of Moonshadow Island have inhaled the toxic gas and are all high!

What if someone gets addicted to it?

Wouldn't that ruin my life?!

Thinking about this, Lin Shen felt increasingly uneasy.

He quickly sat up, took out his phone, and rapidly checked the information. He flipped through seven or eight pages and confirmed it several times before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

According to relevant medical data, simply inhaling the smoke from burning drugs usually results in a dosage that is insufficient to cause physiological addiction. Unless there is long-term and repeated exposure, dependence is generally not developed.

He put down his phone, finally feeling completely relieved.

Not long after, the bathroom door opened.

Akemi came out, her hair slightly damp, and her sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

She glanced at Lin Shen lying on the bed, smiled, then plopped down on him, placed her hands on his chest, and looked down at him with a grin.

Lin Shen had originally wanted to ask about the movement of the banknotes and gold—but he had been too busy to ask earlier.

But when he saw the smile on Mingmei's face, felt the weight and warmth of her sitting on him, and thought about how the fire that Xiaolan had stirred up earlier hadn't completely subsided.

He decided to save those questions for tomorrow.

The most urgent thing is to get it started first!

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Mingmei parked the truck on the private dock of the seaside villa.

She jumped off the truck and ran to the back of the cargo compartment. She opened the door and looked at the dozens of neatly stacked white plastic crates inside. She couldn't help but sigh, hands on her hips.

She picked up the first box, walked to the edge of the dock, and threw it forcefully into the sea.

With a splash, the box sank into the dark seawater, bubbling a few times before disappearing from sight.

Then came the second box, the third box...

After throwing away seven or eight boxes in one go, she stopped, patted her knees, and took a few breaths. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and she couldn't help but mutter, "Sigh... if only I could burn them all."

She straightened up, wiped her sweat, and looked at the ripples spreading across the sea. "This way, I don't have to carry and throw away box after box. My arms are about to give out."

But she only complained a little.

After resting for less than a minute, she turned around, climbed back into the cargo compartment, and continued moving things.

Mingmei knew she couldn't burn it.

Drugs are volatile; if this were burned, the entire town might get high.

At that point, not only will Lin Shen scold her, but she herself will feel like an idiot.

……

Mingmei made round and round between the temporary warehouse in the basement and the dock, carrying the white plastic boxes from the basement onto a trolley, pushing it to the yard to load the car, and then driving to the dock to throw them into the sea one by one.

Although she was tired, the thought that these things would never be in anyone's hands again, and that no one would be ruined because of them, gave her motivation!

Mingmei has never experienced a life ruined by drugs, but she has seen far too many people in the organization ruined by them.

She had seen too much of it: betrayal by companions, betrayal by lovers, and people who would do anything to raise money.

Destroying one batch means fewer people will suffer.

With that in mind, Akemi gritted her teeth and persevered!

However, there are too many goods in the basement, and she will be busy until tomorrow morning to finish consuming them.