Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

The young man sat solemnly on a church pew, along with the other believers around him, his expression serene, immersed in devout prayer.

He was born and raised here, and when he was in deep trouble, it was the church that reached out to him, giving him a chance to be reborn. He will also dedicate everything to the organization behind the church, regarding the organization's cause as the goal of his life's struggle.

Several years ago, the organization assigned him a mission: to enter the police academy and become an undercover agent for the organization within the police force.

He lived up to expectations, smoothly entering the police force after graduating from the police academy and rising through the ranks from local to central government. Three years later, he became a member of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Public Security Division, during which time he used various opportunities to provide the organization with a large amount of intelligence.

But he betrayed the organization's trust...

Thinking of this, the blond youth was filled with remorse. He slowly lowered his head and unconsciously quickened the pace of his silent recitation of the doctrine.

His time at the Metropolitan Police Department corrupted his will, causing him to gradually forget his original intention to dedicate his life to the organization, and he almost went astray.

Fortunately, the organization disregarded past grievances and gave him a second "baptism," helping this lost sheep return to the Lord's embrace. The luminous wine, the blood of the Lord, surged from his throat to his stomach, and then flowed through his limbs and bones.

Something invisible wound its way up his veins, then took deep root in his mind. In the fleeting instant of his consciousness scattering and then suddenly gathering, countless images flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern: the billowing smoke and dust from the explosion, the blood-stained cell phone, the little girl's worried expression... Frames of black and white silhouettes lit up and then dimmed, rushing past him. At the end of it all, the boy in the ill-fitting clergy robe suddenly turned and looked at him, his eyes deep and dark, utterly calm.

The priest's calm voice timely interrupted the young man's somewhat scattered thoughts.

"The Trinity we believe in is the truth of all things in the universe, the cornerstone of all faiths, and the divine guide to salvation and eternity."

"The Holy Father, whose existence is without beginning or end, eternal and immortal, is the supreme, great, and powerful ruler. He anchors us on the right path in this chaotic, confusing, and deceptive world, illuminating the direction for our souls to move forward."

The priest paused slightly, glanced meaningfully at the closed church doors, and then continued:

"The Son, as the beloved Son of the Father, is the embodiment of the Father's mercy and compassion. He descended into this sinful world with great love in his heart, willingly bearing the sins of all mankind. He walked on this land filled with suffering, witnessing the pain of all beings, his heart filled with compassion. With his holy body, he offered his soul to nothingness, just to cleanse our sins and open the door to redemption."

"The Holy Spirit is a mysterious force that transcends time and space, and is beyond human comprehension. The Holy Spirit is omnipresent; he is the bond between the Father and the Son, conveying love and power to every devout believer. When the end times come and darkness descends, the Holy Spirit will descend to help the Son set sail on the ark toward tomorrow..."

At this moment, "Boom——"

A horrifying hole had appeared in the church's wooden door, and the teeth of a huge circular saw, still spinning, were frantically churning, sending countless wood chips flying like snowflakes.

The church fell silent for a moment, and everyone turned their gazes, some puzzled and some astonished, toward the church door.

Immediately following, a male voice, tinged with laughter and carrying a chilling mockery, echoed eerily.

"Here's Johnny!"

As he finished speaking, the circular saw stuck in the door spun rapidly again, instantly shattering the rickety door into pieces. After the dust settled, a nun strolled leisurely into the doorway.

As the dust settled, a figure gracefully approached from outside the door. The newcomer was a "nun," wearing a uniquely styled nun's habit coat. The white lace trim around the brim of her hood resembled shark teeth rather than lace, and the hem of her coat swayed gently with her steps, making her appear incredibly elegant.

Just then, daylight suddenly broke through the gaping doorway, and the warm afternoon sunlight slanted down as the nun walked in, stepping into the sunlight streaming across the floor. She looked more sacred than all the religious elements in the room combined.

Previously, the priest had been calm, with a gentle smile that seemed to have never changed, as if he had long anticipated this development, and everything was within his expectations.

His composure lasted until he finally saw the person's face clearly, at which point a crack appeared in his calm expression, and even the corner of his eye twitched.

The priest clearly hesitated for a long while before finally managing to squeeze out a few words, his voice full of uncertainty: "Akihara...?"

"Nun," oh no, Akihara Kazumitsu, was at that moment plunging the circular saw, still covered in sawdust, into the ground, slicing the floor tiles as easily as tofu. Leaning against the saw handle, he quickly glanced around and soon spotted Amuro Tooru among the people sitting on the benches.

Qiu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief for his wallet. Good, it didn't seem to have any external damage, saving him the trouble of using points to save him.

Then he heard the person at the very front of the church call out his name.

Akihara gave the priest a questioning look, scrutinizing him from head to toe. Hmm... burly build, sharp eyes, he looked more like a mercenary than a priest. If this church was dedicated to the Earth Mother Goddess, his appearance might be somewhat plausible... but no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't find any trace of this person in his memory.

It seems that this is probably a karmic entanglement left behind by the original owner of the body, "Akihara Kazumitsu".

Akihara Kazumitsu clapped his hands, feigning sudden realization, "Oh, you're the one... Well, since we're family, that makes things easier. I'm just picking up my friend to go home, could you do me a favor?"

The priest suppressed his surprise and returned to his original demeanor, though his expression was somewhat complicated. "I've forgotten... you probably don't remember me now."

Akihara frowned, his red eyes fixed on the priest. Though a smile remained on his face, his left hand rested on the chainsaw switch. "Oh? I'm truly sorry. Why don't you explain in more detail? Perhaps I'll remember?"

The priest smiled in response. “It’s truly unexpected. What he said wasn’t untrue after all… If I hadn’t witnessed firsthand how different you and Akihara Kazumitsu are, I’m afraid I would still have doubts about his claims.”

Akihara Kazumitsu chuckled, the chainsaw in his hand trembling slightly and emitting an excited hum. "I've seen plenty of riddle-solving types like you. Before I lose my patience, perhaps you should consider how to rephrase your words, hmm?" Next, please enjoy Yuki-sensei's masterpiece, "Tomato Pot," the ratio can only be 3:2... See the full version in the group, please.