Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

"Are you a forensic doctor?" Some voices of doubt came from the surroundings. It was understandable, after all, Qiu Yuan looked to be only in his early twenties, making it hard to believe.

Akihara nodded, his expression serious. "Have you heard of UDI? The Institute for the Investigation of Unnatural Deaths, the first nationally certified institute in the country dedicated to investigating causes of death. It frequently accepts commissions from the police and local governments, and conducts autopsies on about 400 bodies every year... Of course, none of that matters. What matters is that I am a forensic pathologist working at this institution, and knowing this is enough."

The surrounding crew members were stunned and obediently listened to Akihara, moving back to make way for him. Akihara bent down and began to examine the body. The skin was pale and swollen from prolonged immersion in seawater; the hair was wet and plastered to the head; the face was covered with wounds from fish gnawing, obscuring the person's features. The shirt and trousers were tattered, suggesting that the tearing of the clothing and the deep, bone-revealing wounds were caused by the same reason—the rocking of the small ferry. Shiho Miyano's guess was basically correct, except that what was entangled in the propeller wasn't seaweed, but this body. The sharp blades had inflicted these wounds on the body like a meat grinder. If the captain hadn't been experienced enough to stop the engine, the body would have been reduced to a pulp.

However, it is still noticeable that the abdomen of the deceased was abnormally flat. If this man had drowned, he should have had abdominal edema.

Akihara suddenly found himself wearing several layers of examination gloves, not just one. Examining corpses meant being prepared to be reeking of decay for days, so even multiple layers of gloves wouldn't completely block the odor. His advice, based on experience, was to wash his hands repeatedly with water boiled with cilantro after the examination – a way to fight poison with poison.

He first pried open the corpse's eyelids, and found that the pupils under the eyelids were dilated, consistent with drowning or suffocation. Then he opened the corpse's mouth and frowned as he examined the person's nasal cavity and ears. He observed that there was no seawater or plankton residue in these cavities, but instead found bloodstains in the trachea.

He then searched every pocket of the body's clothing, but found nothing that could identify the deceased. The only slightly noteworthy item was a watch on the deceased's wrist. Akihara examined it for a moment, then stood up.

He announced his findings to those around him: "This man did not drown, but was murdered and dumped in the sea. This is because there was no fluid in his abdominal cavity, and there were no signs of water in his mouth or nose. Furthermore, he likely died three days ago, as rigor mortis has already begun to subside." Finally, as he removed his gloves, he concluded: "Call the police."

When he looked up, he saw Gin staring at him coldly from a short distance away.

He was initially a little guilty, but after looking down at his hands, he immediately felt righteous. If Gin ever gave him any feedback, he'd slap those stinky hands across his face, making him smell like he'd been soaked in a can of herring and stinky tofu, the stench lingering for days on end…

So he smiled confidently and waved, only to be met with a disdainful back from Gin.

Akihara lowered his hand and asked somewhat strangely, "Hey, System, do you think Gin is a little too tolerant of me?"

The system was just chatting with its predecessor, complaining about the mainframe's authoritarianism and hegemonic politics, when Akihara interrupted it, its tone still tinged with indignation. "Huh? What? You mean Gin, who just risked being discovered by the others on the ship to shoot you, has a high tolerance for you?"

“Yeah.” Akihara was about to strike a pose with her chin resting on her hand, deep in thought, when he disdainfully shook her right hand away. “Given his suspicious nature, let alone my ‘coincidental’ joining the organization and meeting the Miyano sisters Akemi and Shiho so quickly, he just left after firing the gun, completely disregarding what Shiho might have been saying to me… That doesn’t make sense. How can he trust me so much?”

Akihara went to the bathroom and began scrubbing his hands repeatedly, deciding that if that didn't work, he'd go to the kitchen for some cilantro. He shook the water droplets off his hands and added, "There's definitely something fishy going on. This guy is definitely planning something big. We need to be careful from now on."

System: ...Why is this person both reckless and cowardly?

It felt that Akihara was mostly talking to himself and didn't seem to be expecting a response, so it snorted and went back to chatting on the phone with its senior.

……

In the blink of an eye, the ferry docked, and it was time to disembark. Five or six serious-looking Fukui Prefectural Police officers were already waiting on the shore.

The captain lowered the gangway, and the passengers, unaware of what had happened on board, happily disembarked together. Among those disembarking were two suspicious-looking men in black and a cold-looking girl. They walked right past the Fukui Prefectural Police, who didn't even give them a suspicious look.

Akihara was amazed and prepared to disembark with them. However, he was stopped by the police as soon as he stepped off the gangway.

Akihara:?

Don't you guys really think those two people who just walked by were more suspicious?

"Mr. Akihara, is that right? The person who reported the case just said that you are a professional forensic doctor and that you conducted a preliminary examination of the victim's body, is that right?" the lead policeman said, not looking down on him because of his young age.

"So that's the reason." Akihara nodded in response.

"Could you please postpone your schedule and give us a more detailed description of the situation?"

Akihara took out his phone and checked the time. It wasn't noon yet, so if he still wanted to participate in the Dugong Arrow draw, he had to hurry. However, as someone who had been deeply affected by gacha games, he knew that the probability of drawing the Dugong Arrow was only 0.8% higher than the probability of drawing a six-star character in a single draw. With his usual luck, he was confident that he wouldn't get it.

Without hesitation, he put his phone away, said "okay" to the police, and led the officers back onto the ship, heading towards the back of the deck where the body was located.

By this time, the captain had ordered the body to be covered with a waterproof tarpaulin. Akihara stood beside the body and began to briefly reiterate his findings and deductions.

Several police officers lifted the sheet covering the body, taking photos and collecting evidence. The inspector in charge of questioning him frowned and sighed. "This is difficult. We can't see the deceased's face clearly, and we can't find any personal belongings to prove his identity... We can only take him back to the police station to collect DNA samples for further comparison with recently missing persons reports..."

This small town of his had almost never encountered a case this big. A while ago, the missing people reportedly sent messages from other places, saying they were busy with a big business deal and had left in a hurry, not expecting to cause so much trouble for the villagers and the police, and they felt very sorry. But no sooner had one problem been solved than another arose—this was a genuine murder case. Who knows, maybe they drifted over from another jurisdiction? That would be even more troublesome!

Seeing the inspector's worried expression, Akihara coughed to get his attention.

“Officer, I found a watch on the victim’s wrist while examining the body. It might be a breakthrough in the case…”

“Sigh, Dr. Akihara, you don’t know how difficult it is to collect evidence. There are no watch shops on the American island, but there are hundreds or even thousands in Fukui Prefecture. And who knows when he bought it? Even if he bought it from a certain shop, the shop owner can’t possibly remember every customer who bought a watch.”

“But officer.” Qiu Yuan squatted down, put on disposable gloves again, unbuckled the watch strap, and picked it up with two fingers. “This is not an ordinary watch. Look, the logo on it shows that it is a Rolex.”

"So what?"

"If it's genuine, it will have a unique serial number. You can find the owner who bought it in the official store through this serial number."