Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

"Dear viewers, good afternoon! According to the latest meteorological data, Typhoon 'Tianqin' has made landfall along my country's coast and is expected to have a significant impact on surrounding areas such as Tokyo, Nagoya, Nagano, and Shizuoka within an hour. The typhoon is currently located in the XX direction, with wind speeds reaching level XX or higher, and will bring continuous heavy rainfall and strong winds to the aforementioned areas..."

Akihara Kazumitsu walked into the nearest convenience store. The store manager, an elderly man in his sixties or seventies, was yawning while listening to the weather forecast on the radio. As the sky grew darker, Akihara decided to buy an umbrella.

Akihara bought a transparent umbrella, the kind you see everywhere in neon, for 500 yen. Just as she was about to leave, she caught a whiff of a fragrant aroma. Looking up, she saw the shop manager eating rice balls. Only then did she realize that she hadn't eaten lunch yet.

Seeing him looking over, the shop manager cheerfully greeted him, "This is a local specialty, rainbow trout rice balls, made by my wife. Would you like to buy one to try?"

Having accepted the sales pitch, Akihara Kazumitsu ate a rice ball under the eaves of the small shop, quietly watching the rain sweep in from the other side of the sky. One by one, the streetlights came on, and suddenly the streets were deserted.

"Host, are you... in a bad mood?" the system asked cautiously.

Akihara Kazuhiro paused for a moment. "Really?"

"Yes," the system said somewhat hesitantly. "Actually, as an emotion-collecting system, I can sense your emotional changes. Except when we first bound ourselves, when your emotions fluctuated quite a bit, they've become increasingly calm these past two days, now almost reaching the tangent of a trough..."

“Oh, I see.” Akihara Kazumitsu smiled. “I was probably influenced by the atmosphere here in Nagano, and suddenly I felt the aesthetics of mono no aware in Japan.”

Delicate, quiet, lonely, yet with an impending storm.

System: ...But even if you look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle while wearing a monkey hoodie, you won't turn into a melancholic handsome man!

……

Akihara planned to go to the nearest bus stop and take a bus back to Shizuoka. After asking the shop owner for directions to the bus stop, he opened his umbrella and stepped into the rain.

By the time he reached the bus stop, his lower body was already soaked by the rain. His cheap 500 yen umbrella couldn't keep out the wind and rain, and he was afraid it would break in the strong wind if he wasn't careful.

The bus stop has a shaded area for passengers to wait for their buses, but the heavy rain has driven everyone into the ticket hall. Inside, people are complaining, apparently saying that bus services have been temporarily suspended due to the typhoon.

"Dear passengers, we are very sorry! But please be patient. The station will distribute towels to everyone, and the buses will continue to operate once the rain subsides." The station manager personally came out to apologize and instructed the female station staff around him to distribute towels to everyone present.

The complaints in the hall subsided a bit. Akihara Kazumitsu stood outside the hall door, shook his transparent umbrella, folded it up, tied it up, and placed it on the umbrella stand by the door.

He took the towel from the station attendant and thanked her. He found a seat and began to dry himself off.

The rain outside showed no signs of letting up. Akihara glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the hall and began to consider whether he should call Professor Hirota in advance to ask for leave.

Just then, the station doors were pushed open again, and a gust of wind whipped up rainwater that rushed into the newly warmed hall, causing everyone to look up in the direction of the entrance. A middle-aged man, soaked to the bone, stormed in, seemingly having run there. Rainwater streamed down his slightly long hair and stubble-covered chin. He snatched the towel from the station attendant, first taking off his glasses to wipe them, then putting them back on. Seeing everyone staring at him, he suddenly became enraged. "What are you looking at!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to realize he had misspoke. He put on his already soaked hat, walked to the ticket counter in the lobby, lowered his voice, and said rudely, "Buy a ticket to Yokohama."

The stationmaster patiently explained to him that the current weather conditions did not allow the bus to run. The man was about to curse, but he swallowed his words and turned to find a corner to sit down.

Akihara Kazumitsu witnessed all of this. He stared at the man expressionlessly and said to the system in his mind, "See that person? In the locked-room mystery mode, if Conan were here right now, he would be the first to die."

System: ...I'm so relieved to see that you've regained your ability to make sarcastic remarks.

Time ticked by, and the minute hand on the timetable completed half a circle. Several people who looked like passengers started chatting, and one of them even pulled out playing cards.

"Can you guys please be a little quieter?" A woman who was on the phone turned around and glared at them. "Honestly, that's how it is in the countryside."

Akihara Kazumitsu turned his head and stared at the woman again.

You have already found a way to die.

System: How terrifying, is this some kind of Death Note?

The stationmaster quickly tried to smooth things over, but was met with the woman's equally harsh verbal attack. "If I miss tomorrow's speech, who will take responsibility? The councilor is coming to this station soon!" Seeing that the enraged woman was about to pounce on the stationmaster, the station staff rushed forward to stop her.

Akihara frowned, realizing something was amiss. This sudden, rapid unveiling of the plot strongly suggested a murder was imminent.

"A councilor?" People around murmured among themselves, and a local asked, "Are you talking about Councilor Yoshino Kazunori? Then are you Councilor Yoshino's secretary?"

The woman ignored the crowd's murmurs, typing on her phone while seemingly talking to herself in a somewhat neurotic manner: "I came here first to prepare for tomorrow..."

It's rather shabby for a legislator to travel by bus.

Just then, the station attendant answered a phone call. She put down the receiver, walked over to the stationmaster, and whispered something in his ear. The stationmaster regretfully announced to everyone in the hall that, according to the upcoming weather forecast, there would be no more buses departing that evening.

"Does this mean we'll be spending the night here together?"

"Isn't that fun?" This was a young tourist from out of town.

"Are you kidding me?" This was the congressman's secretary.

Akihara sighed and borrowed a landline at the station to call Professor Hirota. He naturally had Masahiko Yazui's cell phone with him, but using it to call the professor might cause him unnecessary trouble.

Professor Hirota, who was on the other end of the phone, was about to wash up and go to bed when he received Akihara's call. Instead of scolding him, he told him to have fun over there.

Akihara: Tears welling up. Does a professor like this really exist?

……

The stationmaster pleaded with the station staff for a long time, finally managing to appease the complaining people at the station. After draping himself in the blanket provided by the station, Akihara leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Akihara was positioned diagonally opposite the councilor's secretary. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the woman pull a slip of paper from her pocket. However, when she saw the words on the paper, the puzzled expression on her face gradually turned into fear. Then, she gritted her teeth, crumpled the paper into a ball, and stuffed it back into her pocket.

Ugh.

All necessary elements are included.

Akihara examined his dwindling conscience and concluded that if a murder occurred, he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. However, for his own benefit, he decided to offer a warning anyway.

"Hey, Secretary." Qiu Yuan walked around the table between the two of them, approached the woman, and lowered his voice. The secretary was startled and looked up to see the hip-hop youth who had been sitting silently to the side. His ugly monkey face on his hoodie was unforgettable.

"For your personal safety, do not go out alone tonight, understand?"