Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

Shizuoka Prefecture boasts beautiful scenery and convenient transportation, being only a three-hour drive from Beika Town, the headquarters of the Red Team.

The area boasts Mount Fuji and abundant hot spring resources, making it a suitable tourist destination for vacations and retirement. It is home to Nanyang University, a national university of Japan, equivalent to a typical 211 university in China. Akihara Kazumitsu is pursuing a graduate degree in life sciences, a non-core major at this university.

The professor sat in front of his computer in Akihara Kazuhiro's apartment, slurping up a box of instant noodles he had found in Akihara's house while surfing the internet.

Perhaps because it was on his own personal computer at home, Akihara felt quite at ease leaving it unlocked. However, the outdated desktop computer still took the PhD some time to figure out how to dial up and connect to the internet.

After going through Akihara's personal email correspondence, the doctor roughly understood what kind of person he was.

Perhaps for convenience, the system selected Akihara Kazuhiro as a character with simple interpersonal relationships. He has few friends, and his inbox is mostly filled with advertisements and work emails. The person he interacts with most is a professor named Hirota Masami, who, judging from the emails, is his graduate advisor, and their research focuses on antibody immunity and drug research for a certain type of cancer cell.

The professor sighed for the umpteenth time tonight, feeling a little guilty about calling himself a professor from now on; Akihara Kazuhiro is only a first-year graduate student. He'd decided to stick to calling himself Akihara Kazuhiro from now on.

Akihara Kazuhiro snapped out of his reverie. Hirota Masami...that name sounded familiar. Perhaps a minor character from some case. Over a thousand episodes, countless NPCs—he wasn't like Kal'tsit, who boasted "I know everything." The only minor characters he could remember were those with distinctive names like "Sayuri by the Bed."

By deducing the location of the original owner's laboratory from a few words, and by looking at the alarm clock set on the bedside table, Akihara Kazuhiro learned about the original owner's daily routine. He turned off the computer, poured out the instant noodle soup in the bowl, and prepared to wash up and rest.

To be honest, he had never rested this early on Rhodes Island.

"Host, why haven't you used the memory rewind card yet?" The system finally couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm, you haven't gone to sleep yet? Kids who sleep so late won't grow tall."

"I am just artificial intelligence, not a real carbon-based life form," the system replied, then immediately added, "Don't change the subject!"

"The answer is obvious. You start with nothing, so you have to use all your items sparingly."

Moreover, Akihara Kazuhiro's environment is safe, his interpersonal relationships are simple, and there are no suspicious members of the Black Organization (no offense to Gin). He has more opportunities to try and make mistakes, so he should save the memory rewind card for when he needs it more.

"Host, you're thinking too loudly, I can hear you." The system's electronic voice tinged with indignation. "Then why did you lie to me before you came back? You just wanted to get information for free, I'll never fall for your tricks again! (▼皿▼)"

Akihara Kazumitsu clicked his tongue. "I haven't even pursued you for invading my privacy yet."

His gaze shifted to the still-lit landline phone. The original owner didn't have a mobile phone, only a landline at home. He had just dialed up to access the internet, which had used up the phone line, so he hadn't examined this antique closely. Now, as he leaned closer, he discovered several recorded calls.

Ignoring the system's continued grumbling in his mind, he stepped forward and pressed the play button. The person on the other end of the phone sounded like a man in his fifties or sixties who introduced himself as Masami Hirota. He essentially said that he shouldn't just sit in the lab all the time and invited him to participate in an activity organized by the mountaineering club the next morning.

Sigh, he's a good professor and mentor who made Akihara feel the warmth of home (in no positive sense), referring to the Rhodes Island operators who took him to morning exercises and training grounds.

As dawn broke, the night passed without incident.

If I had to say something, Akihara somewhat misses the bed boards at Rhodes Island.

Yawning, he turned off the alarm, sat up, and, using the morning light from the window, began to re-examine the studio apartment that he hadn't properly checked the night before.

It's a simple one-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom apartment, with the kitchen, dining room, and living room crammed together. Though small, it's fully equipped, with basic kitchen utensils. The bedroom can only fit a bed and a desk; clothes are neatly folded and stuffed into suitcases under the bed. The desk and bedside table are piled high with books on biomedicine, the books on the desk lying horizontally with a landline phone on top. The computer he used last night is also nearby. Overall, for a single man's apartment, it's quite well-maintained.

After a quick wash and a simple breakfast of milk, eggs, and bread, Qiuyuan said good morning to the system, and the system awkwardly replied with a good morning as well.

Next, we'll go to Nanyang University's Hamamatsu Campus. Driving is definitely out of the question. Although I received Masahiko Yazaki's memories last night and confirmed that this peripheral member lives alone and that the car is his private property—basically, it now belongs to Akihara Kazuhiro—Akihara doesn't have a driver's license and presents himself as someone who has never driven a car in front of his teachers and classmates.

Unfortunately, Akihara had no choice but to take the bus. Fortunately, he still had plenty of time, and his address and school were not far apart.

As he slowly rode the bus to school, he saw several people already gathered at the school gate in the distance.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, am I late?" Akihara immediately greeted the group with a smile after getting off the car. He had seen a photo of Hirota Masami on the original owner's computer last night and recognized the thin old man in the hiking clothes as his mentor. "Good morning, Mr. Hirota."

Hirota Masami greeted him with a smile, "Good morning, Kazumitsu. You're not late; there's still one person who hasn't arrived yet." He then put his arm around Kazumitsu's shoulder. "Come, let me introduce you. These are your fellow alumni from the mountaineering club."

Hirota Masami introduced the members of the mountaineering club to his disciple Akihara, who preferred to stay in the laboratory, one by one. Akihara was responsible for bowing and shaking hands, saying "Hello, hello" and "Nice to meet you."

"...This last one is your senior, Shirakura Yo." The professor smiled and pointed to the last young man who looked honest and simple, introducing him to Akihara.

"Hello, senior. I've heard so much about you. I'm Akihara Kazumitsu."

"Hello, Akihara-kun, I'm Shirakura Yo. The professor often praises you in front of us," the honest-looking young man said with a smile in return.

Ah, wait, I'm not sure, let me listen again.

That voice sounds so familiar! It's you, it's definitely you, Takehito Koyasu!

I take back all my impressions of him as honest and simple! If a murder occurs in this episode, you'll definitely be the killer!

Wait a minute, speaking of Takehito Koyasu, murder cases, university professor, this combination sounds more and more familiar...

"Hmph." The system smugly hummed in Qiu Yuan's mind. "Need my hint? Not 998, not 648, just 50 impression points will do!"

Are there any puzzle games where you watch ads to get hints?

"There's no such setting! Do you think you're playing 'Paper Clothes'?"

"Oh, Akemi, you're here." As Akihara and the system were bickering, Hirota Masami called out to him from behind.

Okay, no need to watch ads (System: I already said no!), the mystery is solved. Akihara Kazumitsu turned around, and a young woman with long, waist-length hair and a gentle demeanor stood behind him. She was wearing the same hiking gear as the other members of the mountaineering club, and had a backpack on her back, looking much more professional than Akihara Kazumitsu, who had brought nothing.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Miyano Akemi said with a slightly apologetic smile.