Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

“She’s really beautiful, isn’t she?” Kazuhiro Mitsumura’s eyes lingered as he approached the unconscious Masano Satoshi. “The moment I saw her, I was deeply attracted to her. She’s like a weak, helpless young animal… so cute and beautiful.”

He crouched down, his pale fingertips tracing across the fragile neck of the ruling nori.

“You’re sick.” Akihara Kazumitsu leaned back, covering his mouth and nose with his damp sleeve, and said to the man in a muffled voice. “A normal person would instinctively cherish beautiful things, not like you, who gets them but wants to destroy them.”

Kazuhiro Mitsumura seemed to only then notice someone next to him, making an exaggerated expression of surprise. "Ah, I remember you, you're a doctor, right?"

He quickly moved closer to Qiuyuan, causing Qiuyuan to lean back again. "You ruined my first creation. I gave two bunches of flowers to my wildflowers, and you... and you ruined them."

What flower? Did Mr. Kuwazawa's head explode after being hit on the head? Akihara thought to himself.

“There’s no other way, so I’ll just add another one.” Kazuhiro Mitsumura smiled shyly, his eyes sparkling as if he had remembered something happy. “That woman’s body spun around in the air many times, and then bang—landed. Perfect! Absolutely! Bravo! It’s just a pity… that Nosato didn’t get to see such a beautiful sight.”

His tone gradually lowered, as if he might burst into tears at any moment.

"It's all because of you!" He suddenly raised his head and looked at Qiuyuan with hatred.

Akihara remained expressionless, as if he were genuinely talking to a patient in a consultation room. "You're welcome. I was just doing what I was supposed to do."

Mitsumura Kazuhiro's face contorted as he thrust a sharp knife at Akihara's eye. Akihara slightly tilted his head to dodge, the blade embedding itself in the wall with a humming sound, white fragments falling down in a soft rustling sound. However, it seemed that his opponent had only intended to intimidate him, and did not take any further action.

He pressed even closer than before. "You, you unromantic types, when their lives are blossoming, when their souls are about to journey to a brighter world, you selfish fools rush over in a panic, sticking needles in their faces, slapping their cheeks, and forcibly pulling them back..."

He gritted his teeth, as if Akihara had truly committed some heinous crime. "Boring, so incredibly boring! It's like watching an exciting TV show and then you guys suddenly change the channel!"

"Relying on the grand and resounding slogan of 'saving lives,' you have acted with an almost arrogant attitude, ruthlessly depriving people of what they once considered priceless. Even in critical moments when lives are hanging by a thread, you show no mercy, coldly carrying out your missions..."

"It's too cruel, too cruel..." Kazuhiro Mitsumura covered his face and sobbed.

"An amateurish and superficial view." Akihara Kazumitsu remained unmoved, his gaze towards Hitsumura Kazuhiro filled with disdain for a novice. "First of all, I regret to inform you that there is no such thing as a soul or a world of light as you claim. When a person dies, they are dead. Their cells stop functioning, their body begins to rot, and their stomach acid begins to devour them from the inside out."

"Secondly, little friend, you've never been to an emergency room, have you? You've never seen unwilling lives slip away before your eyes, and you're powerless to do anything about it, have you?" Qiu Yuan closed his eyes, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.

"Medicine has evolved from ignorance to its current state through the efforts of countless generations, embodying the blood and tears of countless generations. Modern medicine has provided many people with opportunities to prolong life, improve quality of life, and alleviate suffering, and you dismiss it all with a single, dismissive sentence?"

“You’re a patient, I won’t argue with you.” Qiu Yuan put away his aggressive tone, and his eyes showed more pity when he looked at the other person.

“No, it is you who are ignorant.” Kazuhiro Mitsumura seemed to have finally discovered the other’s weakness and became pleased. He stood up, raised his arms, and said with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, “The world of light, He told me everything when I spoke with Him. And He is a god who has existed between heaven and earth since the birth of this world. He allowed me to enter His kingdom, and I shared this opportunity with my Nosato…” He lowered his arms and stared intently at Akihara and the bottle of green liquid beside him.

"So, you really did develop a mental disorder because of drinking this." Akihara followed his gaze to the bottle.

“Stubborn fool! You have no idea what this is! It is the embodiment of His divine power, the only Noah's Ark when the flood submerged the earth…”

"Hey, worshipping your own imagined evil god, and even using Christian allusions, you're not very devout." While Qiu Yuan still had the leisure to complain, the system was already frantically working in his head. "Host, hurry up and exchange for abilities, stop chatting with him here!"

"Don't rush, play along with him," Qiu Yuan reassured, but the system remained completely unconvinced.

"Who is He?" Akihara adopted a coaxing tone, as if saying whatever he wanted to say was true.

"He is as old as history itself, and he has walked the earth in different forms since thousands of years ago. He is the god of art, the god of wine, spreading joy and love to the world—He is the great Dionysus. And this bottle of wine contains His generous gift—the Dionysian factor."

Akihara: Cough cough cough cough cough!

Akihara's expression immediately turned strange. He seemed to have just heard something about a Frankenstein's monster, and for a moment he didn't know which one to criticize first.

He secretly went to ask the system, "First, let me confirm, are we still in the Detective Conan crew?"

System: "...Hello, I'm here."

"Secondly, am I the only one who transmigrated here? Or did some other random things come along with me? This 'God of Wine' sounds more and more like a theater troupe leader."

"I'll go check it out..."

"Finally, the Dionysus Factor is from the DC universe, right? If you guys do it like that, the game is over. Kidd won't need to look for Pandora, and Karasuma Renya won't need to ask Sherry to develop the elixir of immortality. Everyone will be happy, a happy ending."

"...Maybe, maybe it's just a coincidence of names!"

"Excuse me, I'd like to ask if the Dionysus Factor you mentioned can grant you superhuman regenerative abilities, or even immortality?" Akihara raised his hand to ask.

Kazuhiro Mitsumura stared at him for a long time. "That's right, you actually knew... Maybe my initial assessment of you was wrong, you're surprisingly suitable to be one of us..."

Akihara: See? I told you so.

This also explains why this person could walk freely in an indoor space filled with anesthetic gas without taking any protective measures.

But now… he glanced at the half-open door outside the entrance. The anesthetic gas should have dissipated most of its effect; if they continued talking, Shizuno would wake up.

Let's make it quick and decisive.

Akihara said, "Okay, okay, then tell me in detail," while mentally instructing the system to open the warehouse and retrieve the handgun he had been storing there. Although firing a gun would be difficult to explain to the police, he didn't intend to hand this guy, who had gone mad due to the Dionysian factor, over to them.

He looked up at the other man, who was holding a knife and giving a frenzied speech, and mentally calculated the angle from which he would be shot.

Then--

Gunshots rang out, two in quick succession. Blood splattered instantly from Mitsumura Kazuhiro's wrist and ankle, his eloquent sermon abruptly halted, and he collapsed to the ground with a cry of pain.

The warehouse panel was still floating in front of Akihara, his pistol lying there peacefully, not yet retrieved.

He looked towards the doorway again, which was now wide open. Standing outside was a young man with blond hair and dark skin, holding a gun in both hands and pointing it at the already fallen Mitsumura Kazuhiro. Seeing that Mitsumura Kazuhiro was unable to resist, he rushed forward and knocked him unconscious with the butt of his gun. He then found a rope from somewhere and tied the man up tightly.

Seeing that Akihara Kazumitsu hadn't said a word throughout the entire process and had been staring at him the whole time, the young man assumed that the other person was terrified. He even managed to turn his head and give him a righteous smile amidst his busy schedule.

"You're safe now, I'm a police officer."

Akihara: Pfft.