Conan wants to lie down but won't let him

In a high-end apartment in Beika Town.

Next to the bathroom sink, Fujiwara Hiroshi slowly opened his eyes, and a huge and complex memory flooded into his mind.

Long Yi, the leader of the Dragon Team, who until recently was a member of the Chinese Dragon Team, was trapped in a completely sealed warehouse with only one entrance and exit due to a traitor within the team. After Long Yi, relying on his unmatched individual combat skills, killed over 100 US special forces members, US military leaders realized that they could not defeat Long Yi with just human wave tactics. As time passed, the Chinese support team was already en route and approaching the warehouse. Forced to do nothing, the US leadership abandoned Long Yi's mission ring and ordered the detonation of bombs already placed around the warehouse, razing Long Yi and the warehouse to the ground.

Well, it seems there's no Ryuichi anymore, only Fujiwara Hiroshi. He recalled the events before his arrival and absorbed the memories of this new body. A freshman law student enrolled in a combined undergraduate, master's, and doctoral program at Touto University, his parents had both died in a car accident the previous month, leaving Fujiwara Hiroshi with the enormous Fujiwara Group. As the sole heir to the group, Fujiwara Hiroshi couldn't come to terms with his parents' death. He shut himself away in the apartment he'd purchased when he first started college, refusing to answer calls or meet with anyone. For a month, he'd been drinking heavily, living a life of utter chaos and apathy.

Just today, Fujiwara Hiroshi, caught in a drinking binge, was so drunk that he passed out while drowsily washing his hands after using the restroom. He landed headfirst in the sink, the water still running. Wow! Wow! He drank his fill and hit the road, which led to Long Yi's arrival.

Now Fujiwara Hiroshi, Ryuichi didn't know how to evaluate the original owner. His forehead twitched a few times, and he could only bow in silence. Never mind, now that he was here, he'd just be called Fujiwara Hiroshi from now on and start a new life. Through the fusion of memories, this world was no longer the same as before; even the time had become inconsistent. This was the eve of the 97 Asian financial crisis. The biggest wave not only overwhelmed many ordinary people, but also caused many Japanese conglomerates to go bankrupt or commit suicide due to shattered funding chains. In his previous life, he had been on various extreme missions, surviving in the cracks. Without this explosion, he might have been playing around in missions someday. Being able to travel through time and start a new life was already a great achievement. Furthermore, it seemed that his adoptive parents had left behind a considerable inheritance for Fujiwara Hiroshi to squander, a rare gift in the hardscrabble life of Asia.

"Oh hahahaha!" Fujiwara Hiroshi laughed like Mori Kogoro and stuck out his huge long tongue.

"Ugh! How come I laughed this kind of laugh so naturally?" Fujiwara Hiroshi's laughter stopped abruptly, and he was speechless. It was so natural, so seamless. It seemed like this was how the original owner laughed when he was excited.

Looking down, wow! I'm still wearing the ring I'd snatched during the mission. Did it come to this world with me? Fujiwara Hiroshi couldn't help but beam with joy. This ring is the legendary storage ring. Somehow, it ended up in the possession of a tycoon from the United States. Long Yi's mission was to retrieve it from the tycoon's warehouse and bring it back to China. Unfortunately, the mission ultimately failed.

But seeing it actually come to this world with me, Fujiwara Hiroshi couldn't help but feel excited. The ring's ability to kill over 100 US special forces members wasn't just due to Long Yi's immense personal combat prowess, but also because the original owner had stored countless firearms and ammunition, including bombs and missiles, within it. If the warehouse hadn't had only one entrance and exit, was completely surrounded, and the terrain wasn't favorable, with all that ammunition and weapons, he wouldn't have been able to kill those small fry there.

With this thought in mind, he pulled out his most skilled Desert Eagle and began to play with it. Fujiwara Hiroshi frowned slightly. Compared to his previous body, the physical fitness of this body was quite different, and his reaction speed was more than a little slower. "I have the resources of the entire Fujiwara Group at my disposal. It only takes a little time to improve my physical fitness!" Fujiwara Hiroshi slapped his forehead and decided to satisfy his hunger first.

It's a tragedy. The original body didn't want to be too conspicuous. He didn't live in the villa with his parents. Instead, he secretly bought this apartment in Beika Town and lived there. His parents only knew about this apartment and had never been there. No one else in the Fujiwara family had been there. As a result, no one noticed the original body drowned for two hours. Living alone, it really deserved that no one knew about the stinking body. Indeed, if he hadn't traveled through time, no one would have noticed the stinking body. The occupancy rate of this high-end apartment was not that high. At the time of the financial crisis, many houses became vacant, and it seemed that no one lived next door.

Fujiwara Hiroshi's cell phone had been turned off for a long time. He didn't want to be disturbed, so he hadn't turned it on since then. He turned it on again, opened the address book, found the number of the old butler Ozaki Shigeichiro and dialed it.

"Hello, Uncle Ozaki, it's me. Please help me find a professional manager. From now on, the affairs of the consortium will be managed by a professional manager. You can keep an eye on it for me. If there are any major matters, please contact me for decision. You can handle the daily trivial matters as you see fit. Of course, if there are any follow-up matters on my side, I will also inform you in time to handle them."

"Great! Young Master! You've finally pulled yourself together! Ever since Master and Madam passed away, I haven't been able to contact you except for the funeral. I was so worried something might have happened to you! Don't worry, I'll take care of everything at the consortium and the family, so you can rest assured! When will you be back? The family needs you as the head of the family to keep everyone stable."

"No, Uncle Ozaki, I'm still living in the apartment I bought in Beika-cho for the time being. You can just take care of the household affairs, and you don't have to report everything to me. Oh, and please help me find a venue and prepare some customized equipment. I'll email you the necessary equipment information later. Most of them need to be customized, and this one is urgently needed, so please expedite it. Also, we'll arrange a larger training venue to house these equipment. The address should be in Beika-cho."

"Okay, young master. I'll take care of the things you asked me to do later."

"Okay, let's leave it at that for now. We'll contact each other later!" Fujiwara Hiroshi hung up the phone.

Now that he'd begun a new life as Fujiwara Hiroshi, he decided to take care of the urgent matters of the consortium. After speaking with the old butler, Fujiwara Hiroshi headed out for dinner. He'd find a Chinatown restaurant and eat some Chinese food. He'd better get used to Chinese cuisine and then gradually adapt to Japanese dining.

Fujiwara Hiroshi changed his clothes, headed downstairs, and headed toward Chinatown. As he passed a ramen restaurant, he saw the news playing on a TV screen next to it. Kudo Shinichi, the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era and the savior of the Japanese police force, had helped solve another locked-room murder case. With a pretentious voice proclaiming, "There's only one truth," the next scene cut to the criminal's frantic confession, explaining an outrageous motive for the crime.

"What? Kudo washing machine?! Edogawa Conan?!!! I thought I just came to a parallel world of Japan, but I didn't expect to travel to the Conan universe. That's interesting, I still live in Beika Town. No, no, Beika has a lot of talented people, Conan will take care of you. I have to strengthen my training as soon as possible and feel that I have recovered my previous skills. This world is full of science, and living in Beika Town, I might have an intersection with Conan. Without strong military force, if Conan accidentally comes to my house, my own mother will explode! Only hard power is the real truth, and only with strength can you not be afraid of the emergence of any science. If you don't live in Beika, who will be out?" Fujiwara Hiroshi touched his chin and thought.

"So now is the time before he turned into Edogawa Conan. When Kudo Shinichi was hit by Gin's stick technique, the next few decades were spent cycling through the four seasons of the same year. Is this another kind of realization of immortality?"

Since the next year is infinitely long, can't I just indulge in the Conan world? The more I think about it, the more excited I get. In this life, Fujiwara Hiroshi has the financial resources of the Fujiwara Group and is a top student at Toudou University. Add to that the physical strength he'll have to hone in, and he'll truly be a combination of beauty, talent, and wealth. He's a truly invincible figure. And with his mobile arsenal of storage rings, he won't even be afraid of a distillery. There's a whole Zaun madman called Mundo, who can go wherever he wants. Listen to me.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter again, "Oh ha ha ha!" Passersby were frightened by Fujiwara Hiroshi's inexplicable movement and all stayed away from him and took a detour.

Laughing in Beika Town, walking on stilts on the road to the underworld!

Fujiwara's devilish and coquettish laughter shocked the entire street. 50 meters behind Fujiwara Hiroshi, two female high school students saw this scene and couldn't help but discuss it.

The one with strange long horns said,

"Yuanzi, is that gentleman in front of us crazy? Should we contact the police and have him sent to the hospital for examination and treatment?"

Another girl wearing a headband replied,

"Don't worry, Xiaolan! Or maybe he just thought of something happy. There's nothing to be surprised about. Think about it, isn't your father also like this when he hears Okino Yoko?"

Xiaolan's eyes instantly became dotted.

"That's right! Yuanzi, my dad hasn't received any commissions recently. He drinks in the office every day and has kind of given up on himself!"

"Are you sure you're doing this because you can't get any commissions? Uncle might just be looking for an excuse to drink!"

Little Lamba blinked his small eyes.

"Really!?" To be honest, she still believed it herself. Kogoro Mouri was just looking for an excuse to drink.

On the other side, Fujiwara Hiroshi had already arrived at the Chinese restaurant in Chinatown.

"Boss, give me a serving of steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose, braised chicken with bacon, pig tripe with preserved meat, bacon and sausage..." All the customers in the Chinese restaurant were silent.

"Hello, sir, we don't have the dishes you mentioned. You can also order according to our menu." A dark-skinned, yellow-haired waiter came over to explain.

Dark skin and yellow hair, could it be Toru Amuro, Toruko? Can I run into this guy even when I go out to eat?!

"Hahaha! Just kidding. Give me a plate of pickled fish, Kung Pao chicken, hot and sour shredded potatoes, a bowl of rice, and a pitcher of cold beer." He took the menu handed over by the waiter and started ordering normally again.

"Okay! Please wait a moment."

After eating and drinking, Fujiwara Hiroshi set out on his journey home without recognizing anyone.

At this time, the old butler Ozaki called again.