Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Lin Xiuyi's explanation was reasonable, and although the result was tragic, his motives were beyond reproach.

The security captain looked at the attacker who had completely lost consciousness and whose life was unknown on the ground, and then at Lin Xiuyi, who had a righteous and awe-inspiring face. He felt like he had a splitting headache.

In the end, he could only wave his hand helplessly, signaling his men to call an ambulance and take all the "relevant personnel" away.

……

Just as Lin Xiuyi and Mouri Kogoro were walking towards the security room with the security captain,
On an inconspicuous circular corridor platform on the second floor of the exhibition hall, overlooking the Terracotta Warriors exhibition area below, two men dressed in suits, who looked like ordinary tourists, were coldly watching the chaotic scene below come to an end.

The leader was a middle-aged man, around fifty years old, with a gloomy face. He looked at the scene surrounded by security guards and hastily arrived paramedics, especially at the attacker being carried away on a stretcher, his groin stained with blood. He spat fiercely and muttered a curse:

"Damn it! What a useless piece of trash! He can't even do such a small thing right! He's wasted the opportunity we've carefully planned!"

The slightly younger man standing next to him asked in a low voice, "Boss, should we... try with someone else?"

"Look again? There's no chance left!"

The middle-aged man growled angrily, his eyes filled with frustration and resentment.
"The police and the museum staff aren't stupid! After this incident, security will definitely be upgraded to the highest level immediately!"

"Moreover, how could such 'fanatics' keep appearing one after another to destroy cultural relics? Do they really think everyone else is an idiot?!"

He gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his gaze fixed on the still-standing terracotta warrior with a sinister intensity, and he forced out words of regret through clenched teeth.

"I was hoping to take advantage of the chaos to destroy this terracotta warrior, even if it was just to cause some damage."

"This would give us a perfect excuse to forcibly detain it in Japan indefinitely under the pretext of needing to restore and study it. Perhaps we could even glimpse some secrets of ancient Chinese pottery-making techniques and pigment technology..."

"It's all over now! There probably won't be another chance like this! Damn it, if it were forty years ago, we could have just robbed them..."

"So we're just going to give up like this?" the young man asked unwillingly. "Boss, we've prepared for this plan for a long time, we can't just abandon it like this, can we?"

The middle-aged man stopped and looked up at the terracotta warriors on the display stand below, his eyes filled with resentment.

He was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Give up? How could I possibly give up! But we can't use such radical methods anymore; we'd better find a way to create an accident..."

……

The security room in the exhibition hall, which was temporarily used as a detention center, was small and gloomy.

Hideichi Hayashi and Kogoro Mouri were temporarily placed here, awaiting the arrival of the police to take over their case.

However, the law always seems to be a step behind public opinion.

Before the police even arrived, a group of reporters, like sharks smelling blood, had already swarmed in ahead of them, thanks to their ubiquitous news networks.

The exhibition hall's security guards clearly lacked experience in dealing with such a media siege, and their defenses were quickly breached.

The not-so-thick door to the security room was pushed open, and a barrage of microphones and recording equipment was thrust in, the blinding flashlights illuminating the dimly lit room. Leading the group was a male reporter in a gray suit, who shoved the microphone almost into Lin Xiuyi's face, asking rapidly, "Young man, are you the one who just subdued the thugs who tried to vandalize the Terracotta Army?"

The female reporter following closely behind was not to be outdone, squeezing next to Kogoro Mouri: "I heard that you seriously injured a criminal while protecting foreign cultural relics, and he may even be permanently disabled. What are your thoughts on such consequences?"

Another reporter, wearing glasses, posed a pointed question: "Witnesses say you acted very violently, far exceeding necessary limits. In your view, is the value of foreign artifacts really more important than the lives and health of your own people?"

Reporters bombarded them with questions, microphones and camera lenses were pointed at the two men, and the air was thick with tension.

Kogoro Mouri was clearly unaccustomed to such a situation. He was at a loss for words when questioned, his cheeks flushed red, and he stammered for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out, "We didn't do it on purpose... He damaged the artifacts first." His voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz, and it was instantly drowned out by the other reporters' questions.

Lin Xiuyi, on the other hand, appeared much calmer. His memories from his previous life, as well as his experience at Mihua, made him very familiar with the reporters' questioning routines.

"Reporters, please calm down. I will answer your questions one by one, but please do not interrupt me."

His presence caused the noisy reporters to instinctively stop asking questions and turn their microphones toward him.

"First, I want to correct a misconception."

Lin Xiuyi swept her gaze across the reporters present, her tone serious.

“We did not intentionally injure him, but rather took necessary measures to stop him in an emergency situation when he twice attempted to violently damage world-class cultural relics.”

"If I hadn't tackled him in time when he first kicked the terracotta warrior, this terracotta warrior, which carries the significance of cultural exchange between China and Japan, would have been smashed to pieces."

"The second time he broke free of control and lunged at the exhibits again, I only intervened to stop him when I had no other choice."

At this point, Lin Xiu paused, deliberately raising her voice.
"Secondly, I would like to ask everyone to consider a question: This Terracotta Army of Qin Shi Huang was lent to Japan free of charge by China across the sea for this exhibition, and it is the most important cultural exchange exhibit during the 400th anniversary celebration of Osaka Castle."

"If it is deliberately damaged on Japanese soil, how will China view us? How will the international community evaluate Japan's ability to protect cultural relics and its commitment to contracts?"

"Will other countries in the world be willing to lend their national treasures to Japan for exhibition in the future?"

Will Japan's reputation in the field of international cultural exchange suffer a severe blow as a result?

Lin Xiuyi's series of rhetorical questions immediately silenced the reporters.
"What we are doing today may appear to be protecting a foreign cultural relic, but in essence, it is safeguarding Japan's international reputation and cultural image!"

"We are preventing a crisis that could trigger a serious diplomatic dispute, and I believe you all understand the significance of this better than I do."

This seemingly grandiose response left the reporters bewildered, their prepared, pointed questions stuck in their throats.

Although they wanted to exploit the sensationalism of "violent self-defense," Lin Xiuyi elevated the incident to the level of "national credibility," which immediately made them hesitant to refute it.

After all, nobody wants to be labeled as "damaging the national image." (End of Chapter)