Being in Detective Conan, being officially part of the organization is just too awesome!

Shiratori Ninzaburo was taken aback by this sudden turn of events, his hand already on his waist, ready to draw his gun at any moment.

Fortunately, Lin Jiayou wasn't wearing a human skin mask today, and Takagi, on the other hand, had very sharp eyes and recognized Lin Jiayou in an instant.

He came running over, calling out repeatedly.

"Officer Shiratori, please calm down!"

Shiratori Ninzaburo then slightly relaxed his guard.

Takagi Wataru ran over and gave Shiratori Ninzaburo a brief introduction to Hayashi Keiyu. Shiratori Ninzaburo then suddenly understood.

"It's Detective Lin!"

"I've heard so much about you, it's an honor to meet you."

"I wonder what Detective Lin is doing...."

"I found this guy outside."

Lin Jiayou pointed to the unconscious bomber on the ground and said calmly to Shiratori and Takagi,

"At the time, he was lying inside Officer Takagi's car, doing something I don't know."

"Out of caution, I spoke to him for a couple of minutes and felt that his expression and words were not quite right. He also claimed that it was his car."

"So I knocked him unconscious and found a bomb in the car."

"bomb?!"

When Takagi and Shiratori heard this, they couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Shiratori Ninzaburo immediately thought of the emergency call and spoke first.

"So, this guy was probably trying to get our attention by calling the police, and then he was planning to plant a bomb in the car?!"

"Judging from what you just said, that should be the case."

Lin Jiayou nodded calmly.

Takagi Wataru, on the other hand, was more concerned about his car.

"Mr. Lin, I don't know my car..."

"The car is fine."

Lin Jiayou gave him what she thought was a calm look.

"The bomb wasn't even planted properly."

"call--"

Takagi Wataru let out a long sigh and patted his chest.

Although Japanese police officers are among the highest paid civil servants, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Division is known for its outstanding officers.

However, losing a car for no reason is a significant blow to Wataru Takagi.

He's not some rich kid like Officer Shiratori; every penny he has is hard-earned. Luckily, the car is alright...

Mr. Lin,

Ireland suddenly spoke up at this moment.

"I have some things to attend to at the company, so I'll be leaving now."

Lin Jiayou did not agree immediately, but stared at Ireland for a few seconds.

Faced with Lin Jiayou's scrutiny, Ireland could only look back, though his gaze darted away...

"hehe,"

Lin Jiayou's expression remained unchanged, but he let out a faint laugh.

"Mr. Masuyama is very busy, let's talk another time."

"Hahaha........"

Ireland gave a forced, awkward laugh, trying to be polite.

He left quickly without looking back.

Because Ireland was behaving strangely, Shiratori Renzaburo couldn't help but ask Hayashi Chia-yu a question.

"Mr. Masuyama, what is this...?"

"He might be a little afraid to see me."

Lin Jiayou didn't say much, just made a casual remark.

Seeing this, Shiratori Ninzaburo did not ask any further questions.

He then shifted the topic back to the bomber.

"Mr. Lin, you can leave things here to us."

"That's right, that's right,"

Takagi Wataru quickly chimed in,

"If this bomber really tries to plant a bomb in my car and harm the police, he will probably be punished afterward."

"Of course, Mr. Lin will certainly reward you handsomely afterwards..."

"No need."

Lin Jiayou remained expressionless, turned around and left.

"I don't need any awards."

Just kidding, now tequila, gin, chianti, vodka, and Cohen have all been on stage and received awards.

If he were to go up there too, that gentleman probably wouldn't know who to believe.

At that point, that gentleman will probably suspect that the Tokyo branch has collectively defected...

..........................................

Soon after

Lin Jiayou and Shirley drove Miyano Akemi back to an apartment.

Back at her apartment, Akemi Miyano couldn't help but sigh again.

Sometimes, I really don't know whether this so-called restoration of freedom is a good thing or a bad thing.

Their residence changed from a villa to an apartment.

The free meals every day are gone; we have to buy them ourselves.

While the salaries of peripheral members are theoretically not low, the base salary is actually not much; most of the high salaries come from commissions.

But she doesn't want to do those tasks anymore, otherwise what would be the point of her regaining her freedom?

But without doing tasks, her quality of life is completely different from before.

Furthermore, after being released, she suffered a devastating betrayal from her younger sister, who forced her to go on blind dates...

Ugh--

This is so painful. Maybe I should just let Gin lock me back in the villa...

Akemi Miyano sighed again.

Of course, being locked up again is impossible, absolutely impossible in this lifetime.

She was just joking; who would want to go back to living under someone else's roof?

However, it's time to find a job I enjoy, one that doesn't require doing those awful tasks, and one that can still earn me a decent living...

Miss Mingmei took out paper and pen and started writing and drawing on the paper.

Most of the skills listed above are life skills she has mastered herself.

I majored in geology in college, then taught myself finance. I know some basic marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat skills, can do laundry and cook, and enjoy making snacks to treat myself...

After writing for a while, Akemi Miyano threw down her pen and lay down on the sofa.

Forget it, I'll think about it tomorrow. I'm too tired today. I'll just have to endure the lung fog for now...

.....................................

the other side

Lin Jiayou's villa

Cherry and Sherry, a married couple, each sat on one side of the table, their expressions very serious.

The table in front of them was densely covered with various documents, and at the far end of the table was a computer screen displaying a video.

The two watched the video recording on the computer screen, holding a brand-new document in their hands, pausing it every now and then, and engaging in a heated discussion...