Gin's Mission

## Chapter 36: Gin's Mission

The next morning, Lin Xinyi was in his office.

The company looked no different from when he first saw it yesterday, but he knew everything was different.

Yesterday, Lin Xinyi could easily sit in his office playing Minesweeper.

Today, Lin Xinyi could only sit in his office playing Minesweeper with a heavy heart.

Yes.

Lin Xinyi was still comfortably sitting in his office.

Even though he now knew the company's true nature, and that he was actually working for a Criminal Organization.

There was nothing he could do. This was a world with supernatural powers, a world that couldn't be judged by common sense. Who knew how powerful a Criminal Organization could be?

Anyway, judging by the organization's brazenness in setting up a lab right in the heart of the capital city, it seemed quite formidable.

"Fleeing directly would likely lead to my death."

"I must be more cautious now."

Lin Xinyi casually moved his mouse, thinking about how to deal with the situation:

First, he couldn't act rashly for now.

He needed to try and blend into the original owner's identity, living off the organization while undercover, and trying to understand its basic situation.

Once he had a general grasp of the situation, he could then consider viable options for escape or reporting them to the police.

Second, he still needed to find a way to save money.

Money was essential. Even for a potential escape plan in the future, he needed to save more.

What's more, he was so broke now that he had to leave early in the morning to freeload free breakfast at the Criminal Organization's company cafeteria.

Then, he also needed to actively practice martial arts.

In a supernatural world, martial power was naturally the greatest guarantee of safety.

Last night, Lin Xinyi went back and tried practicing the family martial arts that he used to dismiss as his ancestors' boasts. He discovered that in this unscientific world, those unscientific things actually worked.

After just one night of practice, his body had noticeably grown stronger.

If he kept it up, perhaps it wouldn't be long before he could become as powerful a martial artist as Mouri Ran.

"It's still necessary to go to the Karate competition this afternoon."

"This is an opportunity to interact with experts and gain a better understanding of the martial arts level in this world."

After slacking off in the office for a long time, Lin Xinyi meticulously planned his afternoon of skipping work to watch the competition.

He knew he was probably the highest-ranking mini-boss in this base.

Yamada and the other black-clad thugs were his obedient subordinates. As long as his mysterious superior didn't come to check up on him, skipping half a day of work wouldn't be a problem.

"So, finally, the most important point is…"

"I absolutely cannot get involved with the police again."

This was what Lin Xinyi worried about most:

The two cases yesterday had made him, a criminal, a "good friend" in the eyes of the police.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department had even invited him that very day to be a leader in the Autopsy Department.

If the Criminal Organization found out he was colluding with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department like this, wouldn't it cost him his life?

"Low profile, I must keep a low profile."

"I can't assist the police anymore. From now on, even if I encounter a case, I can't go help."

Lin Xinyi thought this seriously.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on his office door.

Lin Xinyi quickly closed the Minesweeper window and sat up straight. "Come in."

The door opened, and in came his black-clad subordinate, Yamada.

"Is it lunchtime?" Lin Xinyi subconsciously asked.

"N-no..." Yamada's expression was a bit strange. "Big Brother, today's newspaper has arrived."

Oh, so he was delivering the newspaper.

Why do you look so awkward when delivering the newspaper, like you want to tell your boss his fly is open but you're too hesitant to say it directly?!

Lin Xinyi took the newspaper from Yamada, a little puzzled, then his eyes casually swept across it.

The headline instantly froze his expression:

<Lin Xinyi: Japan's New Savior of the Police>

The sub-headline was also particularly striking:

<A Showdown Between Detective and Medical Practitioner, Famous Detective Kudo's Great Defeat!>

Further down, Lin Xinyi's photo was even prominently displayed in the newspaper.

From the scene, it looked like someone in the crowd had secretly taken the photo with a camera yesterday while he was handling the Uchida case.

Looking closer at the article:

The report detailed the two cases Lin Xinyi was involved in yesterday.

The details largely matched the actual events, but the author used incredibly skillful narrative techniques to portray Lin Xinyi and Kudo Shinichi as fierce rivals.

And, in the end, it was the once-renowned Detective Kudo who suffered a crushing defeat.

Especially in the second bullying and murder case—

Ishikawa's public shout of "Famous Detective Kudo Shinichi confirmed Uchida committed suicide" became the focus of this report.

Kudo was "thoughtlessly deceived by the killer," while Lin Xinyi cleanly exposed the murderous fiend. The comparison between the two was stark.

"Trampling one to elevate another."

"They're trying to create a huge sensation!"

Lin Xinyi felt a headache coming on:

He finally understood why he made headlines after solving only two cases.

It turned out that Kudo Shinichi inherently brought trending topics.

As soon as he accidentally outshone him, the media, like sharks smelling blood, immediately rushed over.

But this wasn't the worst part; the worst was:

"According to insiders at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the Criminal Investigation Department has officially extended an invitation to Mr. Lin Xinyi, who assisted the police in solving two cases."

"The Criminal Investigation Department plans to invite Mr. Lin to serve as Department Head of Autopsy Department Three in the Forensics Division, with a salary at least equivalent to that of an Assistant Inspector."

"Negotiations between both parties are still ongoing, and the author will continue to monitor this matter."

"..."

At this point, Lin Xinyi's mouth was twitching slightly:

By reporting this, hasn't the whole world found out I'm involved with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department?

"This..."

Lin Xinyi's face stiffened, unsure what to do.

And just then, as he feared, his phone rang.

He picked up the phone and, sure enough, it was that mysterious leader named "GIN":

"Hello, Boss, do you have any orders?"

Lin Xinyi tried to keep his voice calm.

He knew that at times like these, the more flustered his tone, the more easily he'd arouse suspicion.

Gin, on the other end of the line, had no intention of chatting with Lin Xinyi. He got straight to the point and asked:

"Lin, is what the newspaper says true?"

"It is."

Lin Xinyi explained in a steady voice:

"But yesterday, I just accidentally ran into those two cases; I had no intention of cooperating with the police."

"As for the invitation from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, I rejected it on the spot."

"Boss, please believe me, I have no connections with those police officers."

"I know."

Gin said in a cold tone:

"If I thought you were involved with the police, it would be the barrel of my gun talking to you right now."

"Don't worry, I didn't call to chastise you."

"On the contrary, I have an important task for you."

He paused slightly, his voice turning somewhat sinister.

It was as if, even over the phone, one could "see" the man's cold smirk slowly spreading across his lips.

"What task?" Lin Xinyi asked cautiously.

"It's simple."

Gin enunciated the task content word by word:

"Accept the invitation from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

"Go be a police officer, Lin."

A long time ago, in a black Porsche 356A parked by the roadside.

"Big Brother, Big Brother!"

Vodka returned to the car, excitedly holding a freshly printed newspaper.

"Look! Lin Xinyi is hanging out with the police! He's probably going to betray the organization!"

Gin looked up, giving Vodka a displeased glance.

"You're happy someone's betraying the organization?"

"Uh, it's good to find out early and eliminate them, I guess," Vodka replied awkwardly.

Gin didn't say anything, just took the newspaper from him and began to read it carefully.

The newspaper detailed Lin Xinyi's impressive deeds from the previous day. To highlight the contrast and conflict between him and Kudo Shinichi and create more buzz, the article subtly slandered Kudo while deliberately building up a more heroic image for Lin Xinyi. After reading it all, Lin Xinyi appeared to be a true friend of the police, a partner in justice, and a guardian angel for law-abiding citizens.

"See, Big Brother?" Vodka said, striking while the iron was hot, sensing Gin had finished reading. "Shouldn't we take this guy out?"

Gin: "..."

He could already tell that Vodka probably had a grudge against Lin Xinyi.

"Enough," Gin said coldly, tossing the newspaper aside. "Do you really think if he were truly working with the police, they'd tell reporters about it? What kind of undercover agent makes it to the front page of a newspaper?"

"But, but he really did help the police solve a case!" Vodka mumbled, trying to explain his point. As a bad guy, how can you do something so positive? If you do positive things, how can you properly be a bad guy?!

"Yes," Gin repeated Vodka's words thoughtfully. "He did help the police solve a case." But clearly, his interpretation was completely different from Vodka's. "It seems the organization's tuition wasn't wasted on this kid. He truly learned something useful; his abilities are far stronger than those of typical reserve members."

Vodka: "..." I'm talking bad about that kid, Big Brother, why are you praising him?

"In that case," Gin's gaze grew more focused and profound, as if he'd thought of something. "We can't let him waste this ability, this opportunity."

The organization had invested heavily in training Lin Xinyi, but he had never shown corresponding ability. He had been aimlessly coasting by as a "security captain," a waste of his pure lineage and the organization's trust. But now, things were different. Lin Xinyi had proven that his studies weren't in vain. In just one day, he had successfully earned the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's respect and trust with his medical skills, which he'd never had the chance to display before.

This was an opportunity—a perfect chance to embed a mole within the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. As long as he could take charge of the long-neglected Autopsy Department, he could, as a Medical Practitioner, intervene in almost all criminal cases handled by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. By then, Lin Xinyi would surely play an extremely significant role for the organization.

And on the other hand… Gin couldn't help but recall his years of battling wits with the rats. Finally, the organization finally has another chance to plant a mole among the enemy, instead of having various deities planting people in droves like incense sticks. His job was finally not catching rats, but throwing rats into others' homes. Thinking about it, Gin even felt a little moved.

I originally designed a more gradual process, letting the protagonist slowly discover the organization's problems, and then giving him the undercover mission. However, since a few readers felt that the protagonist discovering the truth too late affected their reading experience, I simply decided to reveal it earlier. Because this was a mid-story revision, these recent chapters might seem a bit rushed and out of place. Please try to understand. I will try to accept reasonable suggestions, but I have to say that some things simply cannot be changed, so there's no point in suggesting them (for example, some people are still bringing up the issue of the protagonist not knowing the plot—this has been my setting from the beginning; can I really change it now?). I'm not debating whose opinion is better; I just want to say that my book isn't perfect, and it's normal for some people not to accept certain settings. If you can't accept it, and I can't change it, then wouldn't it be better for us to part ways amicably and forget each other? Why waste words and time?