Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

From the moment the priest uttered the words "I know him," Akihara Kazumitsu's mind began to race, entering a tense thought mode. While a faint smile played on his lips as he seemingly effortlessly exerted pressure on the priest, he allowed various pieces of information from his transmigration to flash and collide rapidly in his mind.

Fragments from the depths of memory are linked together one by one to form a complete logical chain.

Why did Amuro Tooru deviate from the original plot trajectory?

—It was my appearance that caused the butterfly effect.

—The reason he did this was to secretly investigate Akihara Kazuhiro's past.

In this way, the priest's claim of knowing me, or more precisely, knowing the original "Akihara Kazumitsu," becomes a reasonable explanation.

Why did the priest seem to have anticipated the changes in "my" personality?

—The priest knew early on that Akihara Kazumitsu would be "transmigrated".

Thinking of this, Akihara Kazumitsu casually raised his hand, and the teeth of his chainsaw precisely collided with a flying bullet, which was instantly deflected with a "clang".

From the moment he stepped into the church, he noticed the strange behavior of the worshippers around Amuro Tooru. After all, no normal person would remain calm and composed in the face of an uninvited guest wielding a chainsaw taller than a person.

Sure enough, someone couldn't hold back any longer and launched an attack.

Akihara temporarily abandoned his attempt to communicate with the riddle-maker, slowly turning his head, his smile widening. "Primates evolved flexible arms, not so you could point guns at your own kind..."

Before the words were even finished, the buzzing of the chainsaw suddenly intensified, emitting an enraged roar. The sharp teeth whistled through the air and reached the man who had just fired the shot in the blink of an eye. Before he could even react, half of the man's arm was torn apart by the saw teeth, and blood spurted out, leaving a splash of ink on the white wall of the church.

Akihara stopped and admired it for a while.

"Not bad, although you lack public morality, your artistic talent makes up for it."

After their initial shock, the others quickly recovered and began firing their guns. Akihara paid no heed, dodging whenever possible, while the rest were blocked by the rapidly spinning saw blades. Those who couldn't dodge simply took the hits head-on.

He lunged forward, heading towards the nearest person. The man's hands trembled as if he had Parkinson's disease, and he was horrified to discover that the "nun," who had almost appeared before him, had eyes as red as blood.

Blood-red eyes closed in an instant, and the owner of those eyes laughed maniacally as he swung the circular saw horizontally. The man was sent flying like a tennis ball, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible. He crashed heavily onto a nearby bench with a loud crack, and the bench, unable to bear the weight, shattered into pieces, just like the man's bones.

Blood splattered on Akihara Kazumitsu's face. He wiped it away casually and smiled gently.

"Don't you yearn for your Lord's blessing? Why hide from Him? Dissection, tearing, and shredding—all of this is the salvation I give you..."

At the same time, two more "followers" attempted to quietly flank them from both sides. As if sensing something, Qiu Yuan suddenly turned around and, using the momentum of the turn, swiftly hurled the circular saw in his hand at one of them like a frisbee released from its grasp.

The man was terrified and panicked, firing his gun in a frantic manner, but he couldn't stop the circular saw's momentum at all. The circular saw directly cleaved his body in two, splattering his internal organs and blood all over the ground.

"Ah, how could you be so careless?" Akihara hurriedly stepped forward, tidied up his internal organs and stuffed them back in, then used a Lancet-2 skill to heal him and keep him alive, making the most of his resources to recover from the injuries hidden under his nun's habit. "Don't do this again next time."

As he spoke, Akihara dodged another man's attack, deftly grabbed his wrist, and pulled him close. With a "crack," the wrist snapped cleanly, and the gun fell to the ground. Akihara picked up the gun and fired several shots at the man who had already collapsed to the ground. The gunshots were perfectly aimed at the human body, but the man's eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright.

"What kind of mental fortitude is that?" Akihara said disdainfully.

He kicked aside the unconscious believer and walked to the side, picking up the chainsaw he had just thrown away, which was now embedded in the pillar. He turned it on, making the circular saw spin rapidly again to shake off the filth clinging to it. Blood and bits of flesh splattered, leaving mottled marks on the wall.

Most of the combatants inside the church had fallen, and the remaining few huddled in a corner like trembling quails. Seeing this, Akihara smiled at them in a friendly manner, which caused the group to gasp softly and involuntarily back away, as if they wished they could use a bug to glitch themselves out of the wall.

The person with a perverse sense of humor nodded in satisfaction and turned his gaze to Amuro Tooru, the target of this "Hurricane Rescue"—wait, isn't the plot of "Hurricane Rescue" all about a father rescuing his daughter...? Akihara asked himself, he had no intention of taking advantage of Amuro Tooru.

Although he had avoided fighting him earlier... the man was still sitting there, untouched by the blood and mud, as calm as a chicken, staring straight at him, his brows furrowed, as if pondering some world-shaking problem...

Everyone would praise his strong mental fortitude.

Qiu Yuan couldn't help but grumble to himself. Seriously, buddy? All I did was wear women's clothes, my hair was a little longer and a little whiter, and my eyes were a little redder. Is it really necessary to stare at me like that and ponder for so long?

Thinking this, Akihara's initial bloodlust gradually subsided. He dragged his chainsaw, leaving bloody footprints as he walked towards the priest.

The priest seemed oblivious to the farce, treating believers as if they were freebies with eggs at the supermarket. He showed no pity for those who were missing limbs or had their bellies ripped open.

His eyes were fixed on Akihara alone, and a hint of admiration, or perhaps more accurately, pride, shone through his gaze.

He was a grape grower who watched as the seedlings he had nurtured with his own hands weathered storms and finally bore abundant fruit, which eventually produced a delicious wine.

It was filled with the satisfaction and pride of being in a position of authority and as a father.

Akihara's serrated edge pressed against his throat.

"I've given you five minutes, Father. Have you made up your mind?"

Blood gushed from the small patch of skin pierced by the serrated edge, but the priest seemed completely unaware.

"I have spent the rest of my life exploring the relationship between humans and gods, and on countless nights I have questioned whether 'gods' really exist."

The priest's gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if he were lost in distant memories, his tone low and sorrowful, almost like a confession. "I nurtured batch after batch of seedlings, watching them grow under my guidance, trying to find the truth within them. Until you... Akihara Kazuhiro was chosen to leave this place, I was still searching desperately, not knowing that the answer to the question had always been right beside me, it was Akihara Kazuhiro himself."

"The ants work diligently every day, struggling to survive. They occasionally discover that when they arrange certain patterns on the ground, there's a chance they'll summon humans. The humans leave behind sugar grains, which the ants consider a gift from the gods."

"However, one ant was not content with this accidental gift. It harbored a greater ambition: if it could trap this human, could it obtain an inexhaustible supply of sugar granules? Thus, it began a half-century-long scheme."

"However, even if it succeeds, the outcome is uncertain. Will it lead to its own destruction or a new beginning? Even the wisest ant in the colony cannot predict the answer to this question."

The priest looked at Akihara Kazumitsu with a strange mix of expectation and eagerness in his eyes. This caused Akihara to feel a momentary daze, as if such a scene had occurred many years ago. However, since the original owner's memories were still sealed away, that sense of familiarity quickly dissipated.

"Child, what do you think is the answer to this question?"

"Who taught you to answer questions with questions?" Akihara scoffed, his finger lightly resting on the chainsaw switch. "Stop giving me that nonsense. Where did Akihara and Hikaru go after they left here? How much do you know about what happened to him afterward?"

The priest looked quietly at Akihara. His face was etched with deep and shallow lines, his temples were gray and messy, but his light blue eyes were still as bright as when he was young. This kind of blue is more common among Scandinavians, perhaps because he had some Scandinavian ancestry.

Those clear eyes clearly reflected Akihara's own figure, as well as the dark dome behind him, where there was a ceiling painting drawn in the Ukiyo-e style, with lines so delicate they seemed to have life, flowing gently in the light and shadow.

Three-legged crow.

Akihara Kazuhiro instantly understood, and the previous clues were once again linked together in a chain.

But in that split second, a chilling killing intent surged forth from behind Qiuyuan without warning.

"Click," the sound of metal clashing, the sound of a gun... The gunman draws his weapon from his waist, loads it, and aims; the whole process might take 1 to 3 seconds. Qiuyuan's skills haven't ended yet; a quick sidestep or prone movement might take 500 milliseconds to 1 second, theoretically giving him plenty of time to avoid this fatal blow...

But if he dodges...

Akihara made a decision in that instant.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the bullet instantly pierced through Akihara Kazuhiro's head. The powerful impact sent him flying forward, and red and white tissue mixed with brain matter bloomed into a flower of blood on his forehead.

Amuro Tooru lowered his gun a short distance away, his inorganic eyes reflecting the image of Akihara Kazuhiro. His body crashed heavily to the ground like a broken doll, his limbs twitching uncontrollably a few times before falling still.