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

When Ran ran to find Inspector Megure, he was standing in the corner of the hall, holding a slightly dusty notebook, his brow furrowed, as if checking some list.

Two uniformed police officers were standing next to him, and they didn't look too good.

"Inspector Megure!" Ran ran a little too fast, stopping slightly out of breath. "Have you seen my dad? And Conan—they haven't replied to my messages, I'm a little worried..."

When Inspector Megure heard her voice, he turned around, his expression softening slightly.

He shook his head: "I didn't see it. They went to investigate the fire scene before, so it shouldn't be in this direction from the hotel."

Seeing the barely concealed anxiety on Xiaolan's face, he added, "Don't worry. I just heard that the armed terrorist ran towards the town's docks, which is a completely different route from the fire scene your father and the others went to."

"Mori and Conan will be fine. They were probably held up by something, or they were helping to maintain order somewhere and didn't have time to check their phones."

After hearing these words, Xiaolan finally felt a little relieved.

She let out a long breath and nodded: "That's good...that's good."

She turned around, her gaze sweeping over the mess in the lobby.

She saw Asai Narumi squatting next to an injured hotel staff member, skillfully bandaging the abrasions on the staff member's arm. Several other wounded people were lying nearby, groaning softly.

Without much thought, Xiaolan quickly walked over, squatted down, and began to help—handing over gauze, supporting the wounded, and pressing on the hemostatic point for Asai Narumi.

Most of the wounded fell while fleeing in panic after the gunfire started. Some twisted their ankles, some scraped their palms, and some were cut on their arms by flying glass shards.

Fortunately, there were no fatal injuries; they were mostly abrasions and sprains, which were not too complicated to treat.

Xiao Lan ran back and forth several times, her forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat, but she never stopped.

She had just finished bandaging the wound of the last wounded soldier and straightened up to get a bottle of water—when she looked up, she saw three people walking in from the hotel entrance.

Leading the way was a team member wearing a black SAT combat uniform, with a stern face that revealed no emotion.

He was followed by two people, an adult and a child.

The adult walked with a slight limp, and the child followed behind him with his head down.

It's Kogoro Mouri and Conan.

Ran's eyes lit up, and she practically ran to greet him, her face beaming with uncontainable joy: "Dad! Conan! I'm so glad you're all alright—huh?"

She stopped mid-sentence.

The smile on her face froze for a moment, then quickly turned into surprise and heartache.

Kogoro Mouri's face was swollen all over, there was a large bruise around his left eye, and there was a cut on the corner of his mouth with a trace of dried blood. His walking posture was also a bit off, as if he had been severely beaten up.

Conan, standing next to him, wasn't in much better shape. He had a noticeable red mark on his left cheek, a small swelling, and a bruise on his forehead. His usual glasses were still on his nose, but there was a small crack in the lens.

Ran's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, filled with obvious panic and heartache: "Dad!! Conan! What...what happened to you?! Who hit him?!"

As she spoke, she reached out to touch the injury on Kogoro Mouri's face, but then hesitated, afraid of hurting him, and her hand hovered in mid-air, not daring to fall.

The SAT member behind them stepped forward at the opportune moment and said in a calm tone, "These two were just taken hostage by that terrorist on their way back to the hotel."

"The terrorist forced them to drive for him and even beat them up."

He said this without changing his expression, his tone as certain as if he were stating a fact he had witnessed firsthand.

Kogoro Mouri, standing to the side, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth upon hearing this.

But he quickly composed himself, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, and continued the conversation from the SAT member's point of view: "Ah...yes, yes! That terrorist was really wicked! He said he would kill me on the spot if I didn't agree..."

As he spoke, he even shrank his neck in a cooperative manner, making a gesture that suggested he was still shaken.

Conan, standing next to Kogoro Mouri, nodded with a forced smile, "Hmm... yeah... it's scary."

His tone was as docile as that of a genuinely frightened elementary school student.

But if you ignore the fact that he was clenching his fists in his pocket, the performance was truly perfect.

Xiaolan had no doubts whatsoever.

Looking at her father's face, almost distorted from the beating, her eyes instantly reddened, her voice filled with barely suppressed anger and heartache: "That terrorist... that was too much!! How could he hit someone so hard?!"

Lin Shen, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly when he heard Xiao Lan's words.

That was clearly not something he did.

He didn't touch Kogoro Mouri's hair at all from beginning to end!

At most, he kicked Conan once in the car, but that was because the brat pulled on his trouser leg first.

Those injuries all over his face were clearly inflicted by that SAT player during a forced confession!

But Lin Shen has no way to step forward and prove his innocence; he can only watch helplessly as others shift the blame onto him!

This is really frustrating!

Kogoro Mouri waved his hand, trying to appear as relaxed as possible: "It's nothing, I'm perfectly fine. It's just a superficial injury, I'll be better in a few days."

Conan nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it's all over now, we're fine."

Seeing how cooperative the two men were with his story, the SAT member showed a satisfied expression, nodded, and said, "Don't wander around during this time. We may need your cooperation in the investigation at any time and ask you to provide clues about that terrorist."

His tone sounded like he was making normal procedural arrangements, but only Kogoro Mouri and Conan could detect the subtle threat in his last sentence.

Kogoro Mouri nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I'll definitely cooperate."

The SAT player said nothing more, turned around and strode out of the hotel.

He did have a lot of things to deal with—so many people had died, and the higher-ups would be arriving soon; he needed to get everyone on the same page first.

After the SAT member had walked away, Ran immediately grabbed Kogoro Mouri and Conan's wrists and led them towards Narumi Asai: "Dr. Asai is still over there! Please help them treat their wounds!"

Kogoro was being pulled forward by her, muttering "No need, no need," but Ran completely ignored him.

Standing next to Lin Shen, Akemi watched as Kogoro Mouri and Conan were pulled away by Ran. She quietly turned her head towards Lin Shen and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Lin... you didn't hit those two, did you?"

Lin Shen turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a sense of relief: "Of course it wasn't me."

"It was that SAT player who did it. I guess they wanted to torture them into confessing and make them scapegoats."

Akemi sighed softly and shook her head: "Sigh... those SAT guys aren't exactly good people either."

Lin Shen nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.

He knew the atmosphere in Japanese workplaces all too well; everyone was self-protective, and no one was willing to stick to anything.

When something goes wrong, they find someone to take the blame. If the blame is too big to carry, they hold a press conference, bow, and issue a statement saying "We deeply reflect on our actions." Then, a few months later, they go back to doing what they were doing.

This has become a traditional skill. His gaze swept across the hotel lobby.

Tourists have already started carrying their suitcases out; some are calling for boats, while others are simply pulling their luggage and walking towards the pier.

He turned to Mingmei and said, "While things are still chaotic, let's pack our things and get out of here. The SAT people are busy compiling reports and intercepting that passenger ship; they don't have time for us 'ordinary tourists.'"

Mingmei nodded, turned around, and walked quickly toward the elevator.

Less than twenty minutes later, Lin Shen and Xiao Lan and their group appeared at a small pier on the other side of Moonshadow Island, carrying a large amount of luggage.

Lin Shen chose a fishing boat that looked to be in decent condition, negotiated a price with the boat owner, and carried his luggage aboard.

Although the boat owner was a little curious as to why these two people were carrying large bags and small packages from the island, his curiosity did not last long in the face of money.

The engine sputtered and chugmed as the fishing boat cut through the water, turned around, and headed towards Tokyo.

Lin Shen stood at the stern, watching Moonshadow Island grow smaller and smaller in his field of vision until it became a thin line on the sea surface.

The sea breeze carried away the last trace of gunpowder he had caught from the gunfight outside the hotel.

He turned around, found a seat at the bow of the boat, and closed his eyes.

comfortable.