Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

Akihara Kazumitsu stood in front of the church, leaning against the wall and panting heavily, struggling to lift his eyes to examine the unassuming little church.

To understand why he was able to get to the scene so quickly (quickly, referring to six months in the real world), we need to go back to three hours earlier.

After exchanging for Jiawei's ability, he immediately repaired his old car, which was panting heavily with every step. To make the most of this five-star exchange, he fixed all the car's long-standing problems, not only filling it with antifreeze and lubricant, but also turning the dashboard into a pinball game machine and upgrading the car's audio system to a high-performance external audio system... So what was the price?

Certain attributes, or rather, mental imprints, of the skill user influenced Akihara Kazuhiro's thoughts and actions.

To say that repairing and modifying the car at such a critical moment when his teammates' lives were in danger was partly due to Akihara Kazumitsu's desire to make the most of it, and secondly, the skill holder's love and dedication to the car repair business was almost obsessive.

This left Akihara Kazumitsu somewhat regretful after getting into the car; there simply wasn't enough time, and the car was rather patheticly mediocre. If he had a week—no, just five days—he would first install a smoke alarm inside, so that the guy next to him, who was driving and smoking, would be gently discouraged by a water gun whenever he had the urge to smoke; he could also install hang gliders on the sides of the car, jet propulsion systems under the vehicle, and two large drones on the roof—

This sense of regret lingered until Akihara canceled the skill. Sitting in the passenger seat, he stood there stunned for a long time before covering his face in shame.

Under the unsurprised gaze of driver Mr. Lei, Akihara deeply reflected on his own problems. This included the need to pay more attention to the impact of his skills on his mental state—heaven knows why Javi's influence on his mental state was greater than Skadi's. He also sincerely thought that if Amuro Tooru survived this incident… well, he wouldn't charge him the points spent rescuing him.

Akihara glanced at Shuichi Akai, who was driving intently. This great FBI agent not only lowered himself to be a driver at the same table as Vodka and Cameron, but also didn't utter a single comment on the pinball machine on the dashboard throughout the entire process! Namo San, how great he is.

To ease the awkward atmosphere in the car, Akihara pulled out a CD, glanced at it, and saw that it was probably an album by some unknown rock band.

Hopefully, the car's previous owner had good taste. With that thought, he pushed the CD into the player.

As a result, drivers within a one-kilometer radius of the Tomei Expressway from Shizuoka to Kyoto could hear the band's rousing music.

"Winged beasts soar above the rainbow?"

Why can't I be like them?

Flying over trucks, flying over bustling streets?

It flew past the pedestrians who stopped to watch.

Flying over an entire low-rise neighborhood?...*

…Great, thanks Javi, at least the band's popularity has increased now.

The rest of the journey was uneventful. Although the car was repaired, traffic on the Tomei Expressway remained heavy, making time particularly tight. The good news was that shortly after entering Kyoto Prefecture, the system was finally able to pinpoint Amuro Tooru's exact coordinates.

"Host, we've located it! Amuro Tooru is in a small church about 20 kilometers away from us... exactly as you deduced before!" The system muttered, as if remembering something after its initial excitement. "Alright, deduction result plus divination result."

Akihara glanced at the coordinates and told them to Shuichi Akai, firmly believing that even without in-car navigation in this era, the omnipotent FBI could still automatically guide him to the target location. While the latter was distracted, driving with one hand and flipping through the map with the other, Akihara reminded him, "Make sure you drive safely, otherwise I'll have to attend a one-day 'Traffic Violator Workshop' in your place." The latter didn't seem to have any particular opinion about Akihara's unexpected law-abiding behavior despite being a member of the Black Organization, but the next second when he looked up, Akihara, who had been in the passenger seat, was nowhere to be seen.

【Instant Teleportation】, a new feature added to the system in the brief update of Chapter 134, finally makes the system, which has evolved from an AI chat companion, slightly more useful.

"Why do you call this function 'instant teleportation'? It gave me a jolt. What were you thinking? It's called 'Quantum Leap Shuttle.' From now on, please call it 'Quantum Leap,' or 'Quantum Leap Shuttles,' okay?"

Amidst the system's chattering, the quantum leap was initiated.

The body was instantly disintegrated into countless fragments, drifting in the chaotic quantum sea. Consciousness was forcibly pulled in all directions, every thought shattered. Excruciating pain erupted from every microscopic structure of the body, shooting straight to the top of the head—

In his confusion, Qiu Yuan saw his own brain, with a silver pin embedded in his frontal lobe.

Such a scene lasted only a moment, so fast that it seemed like an illusion caused by intense pain.

When he opened his eyes again, his feet were already on solid ground.

Then came the scene from the beginning—Akihara, leaning against the rough, uneven cement wall of the church, panting heavily. Fortunately, the system was careful and didn't teleport him directly to Amuro Tooru's side for the boss battle, otherwise, this would definitely be a defeat cutscene of the two unfortunate brothers falling down together.

You're not allowed to say you're watching the defeat cutscene.

Akihara Kazuhiro took a while to recover, during which he checked the system panel and indirectly confirmed that Amuro Tooru had at least not died yet. That's good; no matter how serious the injury, he can be brought back from the underworld.

It was nearly noon, but the area around the church was eerily quiet. There seemed to be a dilapidated orphanage nearby, but no children were playing there. Only the distant sound of a car starting up suggested that Akihara wasn't the only person living in the vicinity.

He straightened up, placed his hand on the church door, and silently said, "System, exchange for abilities..."

The chainsaw roared.

Akihara Kazumitsu's medium-length black hair began to turn white from the tips upwards, eventually reaching a length that allowed it to fall loosely over his shoulders, becoming as pale as the skeleton of a deep-sea monster. His eyes then lost their original color, becoming filled with a blood-red hue.

Perhaps it was a breeze blowing through the orphanage that lifted a corner of his striking black and white attire. The nun's habit didn't look out of place on him; instead, it accentuated his sanctity and compassion.

Akihara Kazumitsu's expression was so calm it bordered on divine, devoid of the original owner's madness, as if he were chanting scriptures:

"Why... do I have to wear women's clothing to use this skill..."