Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

Curtains, red curtains everywhere.

Amuro Tooru seemed to be submerged in a red ocean of curtains, with everything in sight being crimson.

Where am I...?

Amuro Tooru raised his arm and gently touched the edge of the curtain. The smooth, cool touch made him feel as if he were touching Phidia's scales, cold yet delicate, yet he could vaguely sense a pulse of life...

Wait, what is Phidia? Why is this thought popping into my head?

Amuro Tooru abruptly pulled his hand back, and the surrounding curtains seemed to sense his change in emotion, moving slightly without any wind.

Yes, I was in the orphanage, having just finished my first day of exploration, and had just fallen asleep... So, I'm dreaming. Just dreaming.

Wait, did I dream of a similar scene yesterday? Otherwise, why does it feel so familiar, making me feel that there should have been other people here, like a pale hand reaching out from behind the curtain, as if from a distant past...

So he ran, using his arms to push aside the curtain that was rushing toward his face, trying to find the shadow behind it.

The red ocean seemed to have a life of its own, contracting and churning with his movements, as if guiding him to explore further, or warning him not to overstep his bounds.

As he ran, Amuro Tooru's gaze caught a faint shadow in a sea of ​​red. Was it another being? Or just a projection of his own subconscious? A jumble of guesses swirled in his mind, and he couldn't tell. He could only move forward.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

Not far in front of him, a man with medium-length, light-colored hair, wearing a hazy white veil, was standing with his back to him.

The man stood out starkly against the backdrop of the surrounding red curtains, like a solitary island in the Red Sea. Tall and silent, he held something in his hands and stood there quietly, letting the man approach.

"You've come," the man said softly, his voice both ethereal and clear, his tone resembling an aria from an opera.

"I'm here," he heard his own voice say.

"You shouldn't have come." The man sighed softly, but never turned to face him.

"I've arrived," her own voice continued to reply, as if she knew the man before.

“Anyone who has come into contact with the troupe will likely find it difficult to escape its shadow for the rest of their lives.” The man’s tone was tinged with sadness. “But you are special; you still have a chance to leave now.”

After speaking, the man extended his left hand and pointed to the spot where the curtains had been swaying. There, a blue door had suddenly appeared, clashing in stark contrast to the scarlet background.

"Please walk out of this door and leave this place forever. You will forget everything that happened here, and your life will not be affected in the slightest."

However, Amuro Tooru remained standing still, without moving an inch.

"I came here to seek the truth, and I will not leave until I know the answer."

“This is your choice,” the man’s voice deepened. “Your courage is admirable, though perhaps it’s because you don’t understand His horror… But in any case, I will respect your decision.”

As he spoke, a scarlet door suddenly appeared in the space to the man's right, as red as the sunset, flames, berries, and blood, both intense and cruel.

“Go do what you want to do,” the man said softly. “Maybe it’s possible if it’s you, after all, he’s on your side.”

Amuro Tooru stepped forward and reached out to grasp the brass handle of the scarlet door.

Before pushing open the door, he glanced back at the man still standing there. The man's face was still covered by a light veil and could not be seen clearly. In his hand, he held a plate that seemed to contain a spherical object, covered by a white cloth.

Tick.

Amuro Tooru then noticed that the hem of the white cloth was soaked with a dark red liquid, which overflowed from the edge of the plate and dripped slowly.

Tick, tick.

The sound was inexplicably irritating. Amuro Tooru was about to ask what the other person was holding when he realized that the disturbing sound did not come from the dripping liquid.

Yes, there was no ethereal man, no scarlet curtain; all illusion and haze had vanished without a trace. He was surrounded by people, and the bright sunlight streamed into the hall through the windows.

His hand was still gripping the doorknob, but the red door had vanished without a trace, and he found himself perhaps back in reality.

Reality...? Amuro Tooru frowned, and he could still clearly hear the ticking sound in his ears.

Amuro Tooru lowered his hand, got up and walked to someone not too far away from him, and asked in a low voice.

"Excuse me, where is this place...?"

He suddenly realized that these people were all wearing uniforms with the Metropolitan Police Department logo, wearing riot helmets, holding riot shields, and looking ahead with serious and tense expressions, completely unaware of him, the sudden intruder.

He followed their gaze and saw a familiar young man bending over and working diligently right in front of them.

"Hagiwara...?" Amuro Tooru's face flashed with shock as he blurted out, "What are you doing here?"

Silence, a deathly silence all around, with only the tireless ticking of the clock.

Amuro Tooru realized that the people here seemed unable to hear him. He tried to reach out and touch the policeman next to him, but his fingertips pierced through the man's body.

He's still dreaming. That's how Amuro Tooru judged the current situation.

However, the ticking sound grew clearer, like the approaching footsteps of something, causing Amuro Tooru's heart to clench with each passing moment. He finally realized that the sound did not come from the falling liquid, but from the time bomb that Hagiwara Kenji was defusing.

Tick, tick, tick.

Every syllable felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, striking the hearts of every police officer present, including Amuro Tooru, who could only watch from the sidelines and could not intervene.

Just then, a familiar yet unpleasant color flashed before Amuro Tooru's eyes—

scarlet.

It's scarlet again; the scarlet numbers have started jumping on the screen once more.

Overwhelmed by immense fear, Amuro Tooru screamed Hagiwara Kenji's name with all his might, but his voice seemed to be bound by an invisible force, dissipating into the air and unable to reach anyone.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. He saw Kenji Hagiwara turn around and shout to the bomb disposal team members to run. He saw Kenji Hagiwara alone, carrying a bomb, running in the opposite direction.

Amuro Tooru rushed forward against the flow of people, trying to stop Hagiwara Kenji, but his hand passed through his body and could only touch nothingness.

At that moment, Kenji Hagiwara seemed to finally realize something, and turned his head slightly. In that final instant, Tooru Amuro saw his own reflection in the other's eyes.

boom--

A blinding flash of light erupted, and the massive shockwave nearly shook the entire space. Flesh and stone flew everywhere, passing right through Amuro Tooru's body.

Amuro Tooru stared blankly at the center of the explosion.

Nothingness and fear swirled around his feet, climbed up his spine, and filled his nostrils, engulfing his head.

scarlet.