Detective Conan: Beika Town's Complete Transformation into Los Santos

After checking his phone messages, Lin Che immediately replied to Conan, adding a thank you note, since Conan was letting him get away with not paying rent.

That makes sense; that little bit of rent is nothing to a rich kid like Conan.

Conan only had two requests in the message:

1. Try not to make a mess of his house or turn it into some strange hideout.

2. Do not touch the library at home.

These two requirements are not difficult for Lin Che at all.

He himself certainly wanted a comfortable living environment, but as for the library... he had absolutely no interest in it.

"hungry."

Lin Che is too lazy to go out now, so he just orders a meal from the front desk and has a simple meal.

Halfway through the meal, Inui suddenly called, asking him to come over for afternoon tea and to discuss future plans.

You should have told me earlier.

Lin Che glanced at the food in front of him, then reluctantly grabbed his coat and got up.

......

Waldorf.

Although both are Hilton hotels, this one is clearly much more upscale than where Lin Che is staying.

The setting sun added a touch of romance to the hotel.

Lin Che quickly found Qian Jiangyi.

“Mr. Lin must be tired from his journey, why don’t you give him a shoulder massage?” Qian Jiang said softly to the beautiful woman in a white dress beside him.

The woman, with an almost unchanging professional smile on her face, rose and gracefully approached.

The pleasant woody scent is just right.

"Is this okay?" The woman gently pressed her hands on Lin Che's shoulders, her voice soft and sweet.

Lin Che's discomfort had subsided, so he nodded casually and looked at Qian Jiangyi, "Boss, you have quite the refined taste. Any news this time?"

Qian Jiang was not satisfied with Lin Che's attitude.

He leaned back slightly and raised his gaze.

"Not yet. Even if that guy arrives in Osaka at the same time as you, he can't possibly attack me right now."

"and......"

Qian paused for a moment, then pushed a folded letter of introduction on the table in front of Lin Che.

"I don't think that guy will prioritize causing trouble for me over this thing. It's not impossible that he plans to wait until I get this before making his move."

Oh?

Lin Che lowered his eyes.

The Suzuki Foundation will soon exhibit "The Egg of Memory," a precious artifact hidden beneath the dust of history, at the Suzuki Museum of Art in Osaka. It is reported that...

The Egg of Memories?

It seems like the plot anchor has been found.

The events are truly unfolding in a series of interconnected events.

Seeing that Lin Che had finished reading, Qian Jiang continued to add his explanation:

“This exhibit isn’t just something I want; many other people will be competing for it. When the dust settles on its final owner, that’s when your battle with Scobin begins.”

"However, just to be on the safe side, you'd better not let your guard down during my bidding. That guy will really be hiding in the shadows this time, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to us."

Lin Che nodded, "Then I'll ask you for some equipment too. That guy is used to hiding in the distance and shooting from the shadows. Give me a sniper rifle, or a hunting rifle if you can't get one."

After these words were spoken, the beautiful woman who had been patiently massaging his shoulders suddenly froze.

The confusion in her eyes summed up the question: Is this really something I can listen to?

Qian waved his hand and said, "I'll think of something. Let's eat something to replenish our strength."

Chapter 37 Suzuki Art Museum

The afternoon tea was quite enjoyable, since Lin Che only interacted with the young lady the whole time.

After saying goodbye to Qian Jiangyi, he suddenly felt a little like experiencing what it was like to listen to music in a brothel.

I can't be considered poor by any means right now.

The car and house are already taken care of, and there will be more income in the future. If we hold onto the money and don't spend it, are we just going to let it rot away?

Lin Che had planned to make a splash and boost the market economy, but plans never keep up with changes.

"Can't we just get straight to the point? Besides, I never said I was going to be your bodyguard."

"One million a day? Then wait a moment, I'll be right there."

Lin Che put down his phone and quickly returned to his hotel room to find Qian Jiangyi.

We're already in the room. That young lady is still there, helping the old man put on his suit jacket.

Lin Che glanced at it casually and saw that all the pills and human seed bags were openly displayed on the table.

However, it seems that the two of them had only made preparations and had not yet started, and there was no strange smell in the room.

As soon as Qian Jiang noticed his gaze, he straightened his tie and said, "If you need anything, I can reimburse you."

The young lady spoke up at the right moment, but her tone was completely different from her previous gentle and sweet voice. "Mr. Lin, I have a few close girlfriends. They are all very beautiful and know a lot about men."

To say that you have absolutely no ideas or needs is simply a lie.

However, Lin Che only intended to accept Qian Jiangyi's employment and did not want to accept any favors from him.

It just goes to show that sometimes people are just at odds with themselves; anyway, he instinctively refused.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Qian Jiangyi naturally sat down in the back, and upon turning his head, he noticed that Lin Che was also there.

"What are you doing here?" Qian Jiang asked with a puzzled look.

Lin Che looked around. "Does this mean I, as the bodyguard, have to drive there separately?"

The atmosphere inside the car was quiet for a moment.

Qian Jiangyi was clearly getting impatient. He casually pulled out two stacks of money from the storage compartment and placed them on Lin Che's lap. "Then I'll trouble you to also act as the driver."

Goal achieved.

Lin Che took the money and took office immediately, without wasting any time.

He didn't care at all about Qian Jiangyi's dark and foul-smelling face.

Just like when he kicked Nakamura Tetsuya out and demanded payment for the mission, he was simply taking advantage of Inui Shoichi to extract more benefits.

Lin Che drove very steadily.

Upon arrival, he stood silently beside Qian Jiangyi the entire time, lost in thought.

The person who met with Inui this time was a Russian, who looked tall, strong and not to be trifled with.

However, this person was a first secretary at the Russian embassy, ​​not a member of any criminal gang, which completely contradicted Lin Che's expectation of a "black market gun trade".

The two are meeting now only to discuss the issue of the struggle for the Egg of Memories in advance.

The conclusion, naturally, is that neither side will give in.

After finishing his work here, it was already quite late. In addition, he was going to formally visit the chairman of the Suzuki Group with Inui Shoichi the next morning, so Lin Che completely gave up the idea of ​​listening to music in a brothel.

Dawn broke in the blink of an eye.

Osaka Suzuki Foundation Museum of Art.

"Hello, Mr. Inui, you look quite well. And who is this gentleman next to you?" Suzuki Shiro was chubby and very kind.

Inui smiled and said, "Ah, his name is Lin Che, and he's my temporary bodyguard. Things haven't been very peaceful lately, so I take him with me whenever I go out. President Suzuki doesn't mind, does he?"

"Haha, it's alright, it's alright," Suzuki Shiro shook hands with Lin Che as well. "But as you can see, this place is completely surrounded to guard against Kaito Kid, so there shouldn't be any danger."

The Russian secretary, who had a cold face, snorted and said, "It's normal for a cunning businessman to make many enemies and to worry about being harmed at all times."

This is the person I met last night.

Inui was completely unmoved by this plain and unadorned satire, and said with a self-satisfied air, "The more enemies I make, the better my business is. I'm sure Chairman Suzuki would agree."

"Please don't be so angry, you two," Suzuki Shiro said cheerfully, trying to smooth things over. "Please come in, we have other guests visiting today."

Upon hearing this, both Qian Jiangyi and the clerk's expressions turned cold.

As expected, there are even more competitors!

"Nishino, quickly go and pour some tea."

After walking down the corridor, you reach the president's office. Suzuki Shiro gave a brief instruction to the person next to him and then introduced the other two people inside:

"This is Miss Pu Siqinglan, a research expert specializing in the history of the Romanov dynasty."

"The person next to me is Mr. Han Chuanlong, a freelance video artist who is also very interested in the Egg of Memories."

After hearing the introduction, Qian Jiang felt somewhat relieved.

They don't seem to have much real strength... Are they planning to play the emotional card with the Suzuki Group?

Ha, in his opinion, it's more reliable to talk to businessmen with money.

Of the four people present, he was probably the only one who could offer a price that satisfied Suzuki Shiro.

The goods have been acquired; the only remaining task is to be wary of Scowbin.

Thinking of this, Qian Jiang subconsciously looked at Lin Che.

Lin Che, on the other hand, kept staring at Pu Siqinglan.

Qian Jiangyi's contempt deepened. He kept saying no, but when he saw a beautiful woman, he couldn't resist.

This kid is unlikely to amount to anything!

After the collaboration is complete, find an opportunity to deal with it to avoid it becoming too big to handle later and to save some money.

Thirty million? You really dare to dream!

Qian Jiangyi found a seat and sat down on his own.

Lin Che also moved to... behind the sofa.

And just a short distance to his side, sat Pu Siqinglan.

Scobin is right in front of us, but it's not time to make a move yet.

When acting in their true capacity, murder and robbery must be carried out secretly.

At the same time, Scobin's slender hand couldn't help but grip the fabric on her leg.

Although she wasn't so much so that she needed to feign composure, she was still somewhat uneasy inside:

"What did that guy's gaze mean? Has he already seen through my identity?"

"That's impossible... I didn't even see him yesterday, and there's no personal information about me circulating in the market."

The more Skobbin thought about it, the more he realized he had been worrying too much, and his mood lightened.

"Ha, I'll settle the score with you after I get my hands on the goods!"

"Before I shoot you in the right eye and send you on your way, I still need to torture you a bit more to vent my anger."

After everyone in the room was seated, Secretary Nishino Masato served tea to them one by one.

Before Suzuki Shiro could even speak, there was another commotion coming from the direction of the corridor.

"Ah, it's Mr. Mori!" Suzuki Shiro's eyes lit up with surprise. He quickly stood up to greet him. "Thank you for coming all this way to help me."

Suzuki Shiro's gaze shifted. "Ran and Conan are here too. Sonoko, who are these two?"

Let's put aside who these "two" are for now.

Conan and his family all fixed their gazes on Lin Che's face.

Why are you here?