Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

"Is this photo of you?" Gin held a photo of Yazui Masahiko in his hand and looked coldly at Akihara Kazumitsu, who was sitting upright.

Akihara Kazumitsu replied without changing his expression, "It's me."

"Is that so?" If looks could kill, Akihara felt he would have been killed by Gin long ago—of course, Gin didn't need that to kill anyone; he was stroking his Beretta M92F in his hand, seemingly ready to shoot Akihara at any moment.

"Yes, I was a bit chubby back then." Qiu Yuan glanced at the fierce face of the big man in the photo and lied without batting an eye.

Gin slammed his glass down on the table, causing Vodka, who had been staring at Akihara Kazuhiro with him, to turn and look at him. "This isn't you."

"You're saying he's not me?" Akihara looked directly into Gin's eyes.

"No."

“I said he’s not me either, this isn’t me at all.” Akihara laughed and brushed the photo away from Gin’s hand. “Oh dear, it seems our organization’s information is really outdated. Yazui Masahiko is just one of my many identities.”

He poured himself a glass of wine and looked up at Gin and Vodka with a questioning look, indicating whether they wanted more. Seeing that the two of them continued to stare at him expressionlessly, he reluctantly put down the bottle.

Akihara took a sip of his whiskey and slowly began to speak. “I thought the organization already knew that my previous face was wanted by those police officers, so I had no choice but to change it again.”

"So, you're an expert in disguise?" Vodka was easily swayed and was now half-believing, half-doubting.

"Bingo!" Akihara smiled and winked at Gin. Seeing that Gin still had a cold face and was unmoved, he asked in surprise, "Oh, you don't like it? I thought it would fit the image of a college student."

"Words are no proof. Who knows if you're impersonating someone else?" Gin said coldly.

"I knew you'd say that." Akihara exaggeratedly clutched his chest, feigning sadness. "But it's okay, I was prepared. Although it's actually a closely guarded secret, to show my sincerity..." Akihara said, picking up a black backpack that perfectly fit the stereotypical image of an engineering student. During this time, the two people opposite him watched him warily, as if they would draw their guns and shoot at the slightest movement.

Akihara took out a lifelike human skin mask from his backpack—this was the mask he had found to be made from the face of the fresh Yazui Masahiko—and in front of Gin and Vodka, he added texture, makeup, and fur to the mask step by step.

Throughout this process, Akihara appeared completely at ease, with a smile on his face, but only he knew that his heart was bleeding... He had painstakingly accumulated so many points, all of which he used to exchange for Kazemaru's abilities.

Finally, just as the other party was about to lose patience, Akihara finished his disguise. The person standing in front of Gin and the others had become a man in his thirties or forties. He looked fierce and menacing, revealing a smile that could scare a child. He didn't look exactly like the photo, but rather like they were cut from the same mold.

"How's it going, Gin?" Akihara asked with a sinister grin. Operator Kazemaru, while a master of disguise, also possessed some voice-altering skills. Although she couldn't perfectly mimic Yazui Masahiko, Gin had never seen the real thing, so this level of response was sufficient.

Gin stared at his face, seemingly trying to find some flaw; clearly, Akihara's actions hadn't dispelled his suspicions. "You disguised yourself, killed him, and impersonated him to get here, didn't you?"

Yes, yes, as expected of a boss-level villain. If it weren't for the fact that he was the one being questioned, Akihara would have applauded Gin.

Akihara's smile remained unchanged. "It really is... very close to the correct answer, but all of this happened before I decided to join the organization." To further flesh out his role, he poured himself another drink. "A scumbag from the bottom of society, a father who died young, a mother I haven't contacted in a long time, surrounded by a bunch of drinking buddies... I took a liking to this guy at first sight, and then—" He made a throat-slitting gesture.

"So you can't take away my achievements." He smiled and recounted to Gin the murders committed by Yazumi Masahiko one by one, describing in detail the process of each murder based on his memory, including the desperate expressions on the victims' faces before they died.

Yes, if disguise is the first layer of insurance, then Yazui Masahiko's memories are the second. Everything else is easy to fake, but a person's meticulous memories are incredibly difficult to replicate. Clearly, before this meeting, Gin seemed to have finally taken it seriously, ordering the intelligence department to find detailed information about Yazui Masahiko. If the above assumption is correct, then he would find that the person opposite him not only knows everything in his file, but also seems to be experiencing it firsthand, understanding it in greater detail and thoroughness—a situation that wouldn't occur in Gin's assumption of "killing Yazui Masahiko and impersonating him to meet him."

After finishing his story with lingering enthusiasm, Akihara licked his lips and looked at Gin. "So, brother, do you still doubt me?"

Gin casually tossed the documents aside. "Congratulations, Su Dai, that's your codename from now on." His face, however, lacked any expression befitting "congratulations." He stared intently at Akihara Kazuhiro, a slow, chilling smile creeping onto his lips. "I'll be watching you closely, Su Dai. If I discover you're also a rat—" Gin paused meaningfully, his cruel smile deepening.

"Why go through all that trouble? How about this, to make it easier for you to keep an eye on me 24/7, Gin-san, just tell me where you live, and I'll move in with you. My lease is up..." Akihara Kazuhiro became more and more excited as he spoke, and the more feasible it seemed. His hopeful eyes blinked as he looked at Gin, but he forgot that he wasn't currently wearing Akihara Kazuhiro's harmless face—

The only response he received was the click of Gin's Beretta being cocked. Gin's smile vanished, his face darkening as he pointed the gun at Akihara's forehead. "If you make that disgusting face again, I'll kill you."

Akihara: Yazui Masahiko is going to cry!

Qiu Yuan straightened up with a sense of regret and poured himself another glass of wine.

He raised his glass. "Well then, Brother Gin, Yoroshiku."

For the first time, Gin's face showed such disdain. He didn't even glance at Akihara before getting up and leaving, with Vodka following closely behind. Before leaving, he said, "Someone will contact you later."

Qiu Yuan called out loudly from behind, "Okay! Big brother, take care!"

Gin quickened his pace as he left.

……

Seeing that Gin was really gone, Akihara leaned back contentedly and downed the rest of his whiskey in one gulp.

"Phew... Host, you're truly brave. Even Kumagai Yu isn't as brave as you." The system's electronic voice surprisingly revealed a hint of lingering fear. "Have you considered what would happen if you couldn't fool them?"

Akihara swirled his glass. "I just mentioned the first two layers of insurance. The third layer is naturally the combat skills of the unused operator Kazemaru—although that might mean I can no longer join the Black Organization, I'll give Gin and Vodka a good beating before I leave, and the points I get will at least cover the cost."

System: Gin, such a lucky dog.

……

Wait, don't break it into segments yet! Akihara sat up as if remembering something.

"Have Gin and the others paid the bill yet?"