Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

The woman rolled her eyes without hesitation and nudged the man. "You go with this little girl."

"Me? I'm not available." The man finally stopped looking at his watch and retorted to the woman in an unfriendly tone.

“No need, please both go ahead.” The priest smiled. “Then you can leave directly with Hina and won’t need to return to the church.”

Hina's heart tightened. The priest's words made her feel uneasy, but she maintained her smile and obediently looked at the couple, as if waiting for their answer.

As soon as the priest spoke, the two men fell silent. The woman could only nod reluctantly, and the man, seeing this, indicated that he had no objection.

Hina turned and walked towards the dormitory, secretly exhaling a breath where no one could see her, her steps as light and carefree as possible, just like usual.

As she passed the back row of seats, she glanced casually in the direction where Amuro Tooru had been sitting; no one was there anymore.

The morning sun was warm and gentle, a beautiful sunny day. Hina led the way with her head down, not in the mood for small talk with the two people behind her. Besides, the more she said, the more likely she was to make a mistake. Fortunately, the two of them clearly had no interest in exchanging pleasantries with her either.

She wore black, soft-soled cloth shoes and walked silently on the stone path. Hina stepped on her own shadow, her gaze falling on the slender grass stubbornly pushing its way up around the stone slabs.

She was so lost, walking aimlessly along the path that all her predecessors had walked, just like Akihara Kazumitsu had done years ago, heading towards a vast and uncertain future.

Yangcai wished this road could be longer, so long that it would never end, but the road always has to be walked to its end. She soon stood at the door of her dormitory, and under the gaze of the people behind her, she tiptoed, took the spare key from the windowsill, and unlocked the lock hanging on the door.

It was breakfast time after morning prayers, so the entire orphanage was unusually quiet as all the children and staff had gone to the dining hall for their meal.

Hina inserted the key into the lock and slowly turned it, opening the creaking, old wooden door. The dormitory was an eight-person room, and her bed was located at the far end.

She walked to the bedside and took out the small box filled with origami stars from under the pillow. These stars were folded by Yusa herself, each carrying a beautiful wish. Hina silently expressed her gratitude, then carefully tucked the box into the faded khaki backpack beside her.

The woman who followed her in glanced at Hina's movements, chuckled, but didn't urge her on. The man, on the other hand, didn't follow her in at all. He stopped in the shade of a tree about eight feet away from the dormitory, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

It's true they're partners, but they still have a long way to go before obtaining their codenames, so the mundane and tiring errands naturally fall to them. This time, their task is to disguise themselves as a married couple, pick up an experimental subject from the Church of Divine Light, and deliver it to a laboratory somewhere.

This has been tough on them. They drove for most of the night to get to the church before morning prayers, and the high-ranking member there wouldn't even let them smoke, which is why they're starting to feel sleepy now.

He decided he had to make sure that damn woman drove him home. With that thought, he put a cigarette to his lips.

In the blink of an eye, a gust of wind howled, accompanied by a heavy force that tore through the air. The man's killer instincts seemed to be drawn, and he instinctively took a life-or-death step to the side. This step just barely avoided the fatal blow that was originally aimed at his temple, but the crowbar still slammed heavily into his right shoulder.

The man cried out in pain, and the cigarette fell from his hand. His first instinct was to reach for his gun, but he was wounded in his right arm, and the gun was hidden in his right pocket.

In that moment of hesitation, the attacker launched a second strike, aiming directly for his knee. The man was forced to roll to the ground, dodging the blow.

Finally, in that brief moment of respite, he was able to see his opponent's true face—dark skin, blond hair, an unusual foreign look. He quickly searched his memory, confirming that he didn't recognize the person.

Only then did he come to his senses and barely managed to reach for the pistol in his right pocket. But Amuro Tooru had already anticipated his move and accurately struck his wrist with the other end of a crowbar, forcing the pistol out of his hand and onto the ground.

Their eyes sharpened simultaneously, and they lunged at the fallen pistol almost at the same moment.

"boom--"

A gunshot shattered the silence, but the sound didn't come from any of them. Their fighting attracted the attention of the woman inside; she no longer had time to watch Hina, and drew her gun, rushing outside. She remained in a firing stance, wisps of smoke rising from the muzzle.

"F***!" The man was the first to swear. "Where the hell did you shoot?! You almost killed me!"

The woman looked impatient, her eyes darting rapidly between the man and Amuro Tooru, but she didn't fire a second shot. "It's better if you're dead. If you are, I'll help you apply for compensation."

In the brief chaos, Amuro Tooru seized the opportunity to pick up the pistol from the ground and silently pointed it at the woman. Now, a delicate balance had formed between the three of them, and no one dared to easily disrupt the status quo.

Amuro Tooru's chest heaved violently. Although his gaze remained fixed on the two people opposite him and his grip on the gun was as steady as a rock, only he knew that his forearm had been bruised in the fight and his vision was beginning to blur.

He wasn't a superman; he was nearly exhausted when he woke up this morning, and less than an hour had passed. If it weren't for the circumstances, he wouldn't want to confront these dangerous individuals head-on in this state.

"Pap-ta-ta-ta-"

Accompanied by what sounded like a child's shrill laughter, the ominous sound that had echoed in many places in the orphanage but could only be heard by Amuro Tooru rang out again.

Amuro Tooru's hair stood on end, and his muscles tensed.

Damn it, of all times...

His eyes remained fixed on the two people in front of him, but his vision was not as resolute as his heart, and he easily betrayed his master.

The first to change was the woman. Her surroundings turned ashen and dull as a faded old photograph. Then her hair grew wildly, breaking free of its hair tie, knocking off her hat, and fluttering about. It was like strands of cotton thread, coiled and folded, sewing its owner into a crooked, giant doll.

The man's situation was similar; the cigarette he had dropped reignited, igniting the lush lawn and tree canopy. The gray flames formed blasphemous patterns, and the man's figure began to blur, as if being pulled and deformed by some invisible force, becoming fuel for the flames.

Then, from the darkness where sunlight couldn't reach, from the open doorway, from the sewer drain, countless indescribable creatures crawled out—smooth and scaleless, wet and sticky, seemingly a mass of tentacles, sometimes flat like ribbons, sometimes swollen like sacs, writhing as they approached Amuro Tooru. Actually, I was going to write about this thing; it's so cute! But Shub grabbed the pen… Zero, please bear with me.