Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

I found an empty public restroom, changed my clothes, and bandaged the wound on my ankle that had stopped bleeding. I washed my face at the sink and tidied my hair. The person in the mirror, apart from still being a little pale, showed no trace of the disheveled state they had just been in.

Akihara nodded in satisfaction, slowed his pace, and strolled leisurely toward the abandoned factory.

It was about two in the afternoon, the sun was strong, and everything around him became blurry and intensely hot. Akihara felt a little dizzy, and the world before his eyes began to blur. He tried to open his eyes wide and look around, trying to find a shady path leading to the factory.

However, nothing happened. Feeling his skin begin to burn and his dizziness worsen, Akihara began to grumble about the surrounding greenery to alleviate his agitation.

Finally, Bourbon's car came into view. He walked over, knocked on the window, opened the back door himself, and got in. The air conditioning was on, and Akihara let out a long sigh of relief. His dizziness instantly lessened, and the world seemed to become clear again.

He caught a fleeting glimpse of worry on Morofushi Kagemitsu's face, and as if afraid he would notice something amiss, he quickly turned his head to compose himself. When he looked at him again, he had reverted to the emotionless Scotsman from the distillery.

Amuro Tooru turned from the front seat to look at him, saw that his face was pale, hesitated for a moment before speaking: "You didn't..."

Akihara interrupted Bourbon's potential concern, raising an eyebrow and teasingly saying, "Oh, concerned about me?"

Amuro Tooru had originally intended to ask, "Are you alright?", but this interruption made him feel disgusted with himself for having felt a little sorry for this obnoxious jerk. He twitched his lips. "You're not dead?"

Akihara leaned back with his eyes closed, but his mouth didn't stop. "Sorry, I didn't die. I'm sorry to disappoint Lord Bourbon." Seeing that Amuro Tooru was in good spirits, he was completely relieved. He decided to sleep until he got off the train.

Amuro Tooru clicked his tongue and started the car. As they drove away from the factory area, he saw the flashing lights of police cars and ambulances in the distance. "You're quite kind, you even called the police for them."

A dreamlike voice drifted from the back seat: "Bourbon, drive properly. If you can't drive, let Scotland do it."

Seeing himself caught up in their bickering, Morofushi Kagemitsu felt helpless and decided to change the subject. "So, what just happened over there?"

Amuro Tooru, sitting in the driver's seat, also pricked up his ears, eager to know the answer to this question.

Akihara barely opened his eyes and yawned. "Bourbon, give me that page of the ancient book and the seashell."

Amuro Tooru thought he was going to explain, so he held the steering wheel with his right hand and picked up the file bag containing the ancient book and the "shell" that he had sealed in the transparent evidence bag from the passenger seat with his left hand, and threw them into the back seat.

Akihara caught them with one hand, checked them to make sure they were the originals, and then, under the questioning gaze of Morofushi Kagemitsu, put them into his system space.

Amuro Tooru, who was watching everything in the rearview mirror, suddenly turned his head, causing the steering wheel to swerve and the car to jolt violently. He quickly turned his head back and straightened the steering wheel. "What are you doing!" Amuro Tooru asked through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Akihara closed his eyes again, lazily shrinking into his seat. "Bourbon, drive carefully, if you can't drive, leave it to Scotland..." His voice grew softer and softer, and he was about to drift off to sleep.

The other two whiskeys had more or less seen Akihara use this trick before—making a mask disappear like magic, or pulling a loaded gun out of thin air. Naturally, they didn't think of it as supernatural, simply assuming that he was using some kind of magic trick to create a mystery.

Amuro Tooru, seeing that his question had been glossed over so easily, said with a hint of anger in his voice: "Su Dai, it's fine if you don't want to talk about it. Everyone has to write a mission report after the mission is over. If Scotland and I write the truth, and you, Su Dai, have hidden key information about the mission, I'd like to see how you explain it to Gin."

"Are you a primary school student? You can't win an argument without telling your parents." Akihara changed his position and continued to close his eyes. "You guys tell me that Yamamoto Kazuo's purpose was to call these people here in an attempt to poison his rival, but he messed up. By the time we arrived, the gang fight was already over, and Yamamoto Kazuo was shot and killed."

"Do you think Gin will believe your story?" Amuro Tooru sneered.

"Why don't you believe it? It makes perfect sense. Tell him to check the police report in a few days; the police will definitely say the same thing." Seeing a scene resembling a cult sacrifice, the police will surely keep it a secret to avoid causing panic.

"Then what you told me about Resident Evil back then..."

"Oh, that? I just made it up to fool you, how could you actually believe it?"

The car came to an abrupt stop, and Akihara, who wasn't wearing a seatbelt, slammed into the back of the front seat with a thud. He rubbed his sore nose and glared angrily at Amuro Tooru.

"Get out of the car!" Amuro Tooru was clearly angrier than him.

You don't really think I want to ride in your car, do you?! Akihara pushed open the car door hard, got out, and slammed the door shut.

Before he could even utter a couple of harsh words, Bourbon's car couldn't wait to leave. The moment he closed the door, it stepped on the gas and sped away, spraying Akihara with exhaust fumes.

Akihara's knuckles cracked as he pressed his fingers. Bourbon, you just wait, you'll be crying later. Do you know what it means to have ten legs seven years ago and two legs seven years later? Ta-da! The answer is the police academy group, didn't expect that, did you!

System: Who's the elementary school student here?!

……

"Hey, Hagiwara, you're being discharged from the hospital today?" Date Wataru, now a detective in the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division, answered the phone at his workstation. "Yeah, let me see... I'm not on duty today, let's get together after work."

The person on the other end seemed to say something, and Date Wataru frowned, his expression slightly regretful. "You mean Furuya and Morofushi? They haven't contacted me in a long time. I wonder how they are doing?"

Just then, his colleague walked by and tapped Date on the shoulder. "Date, you have plans after get off work?"

“Yes, he’s a friend from when we were still in police academy.” Date Wataru gave a hearty laugh.

"It seems your appointment will have to be postponed... Someone just reported that there was a gang fight near the outskirts of Tokyo, we need to go there."

"I see." Date Wataru said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Hagiwara, you heard it too. You and Matsuda go first. I'll come find you as soon as I finish here, so it might be a little late."

"Okay, okay, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, he and the colleague who had called him picked up the gun, got into the police car, and drove to the location mentioned by the person who reported the case.

Then the scene before him gave this criminal police officer, who had only been on the job for a year, a tremendous spiritual shock.

Several men who appeared to be waiters sat by the entrance, leaning against the outer wall in a daze. They couldn't answer any questions, only shaking their heads in terror. Further inside, on the pebbled path of the courtyard, a large pool of blood had seeped into the soil. With such a large amount of bleeding, without immediate medical attention, it would almost certainly have been a death sentence. The most bizarre sight was in the main hall. In the vast hall, dozens of people lay sprawled, their fates unknown, with red bloodstains spread beneath them. Each of them wore a terrified expression, as if they had suffered a severe mental shock before falling unconscious.

On the wall directly opposite the door, there was a bright red flower painted.

Ida Kou couldn't help but move closer, his hand already touching the wall. The flower seemed to have a life of its own, so vibrant. Even though the paint used to paint it was blood, it should have turned dark red from oxidation, like bloodstains on the ground, but it hadn't.

It is so lifelike, as if its appendages are still waving, and its petals are still swaying in the breeze...

Someone patted him hard on the shoulder from behind, and Ida Kou finally came to his senses. Turning around, he saw a medical worker in white. The medical worker said to him seriously, "Officer, please be careful. We suspect that these people may have taken drugs collectively. This painting may also have hallucinogenic and psychoactive effects."