Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

"Ah, look, the boss is here!" one of the tourists shouted, and the crowd that was engrossed in the fireworks suddenly began to stir. Several tourists who had tried the sashimi squeezed through the crowd and rushed toward the middle-aged vendor's food cart, and the other tourists who did not know what was going on followed along in a daze when they saw the crowd so excited.

Shiho Miyano called out to Vodka, who was also about to walk over. Vodka looked at her in confusion, and Shiho Miyano shook her head at him.

"Don't go, something's not right."

The middle-aged man curled the corners of his mouth, and if someone looked closely, they would notice that his facial muscles were stiff, and even the curve of his smile was exactly the same as before. But now, everyone's attention was not on him, but on the boxes of sliced ​​"sashimi" he was taking out of the food cart.

"Don't rush, everyone line up, everyone gets a free serving." He then explained to the other tourists who hadn't tried his sashimi before, "Tonight everyone gets a free serving of sashimi, to... thank the mermaids who bless us with good weather and abundant harvests." The last sentence was completely insincere, as if it were made up on the spot.

After his explanation, the tourists and locals who were initially confused joined the queue, thinking that they might as well take advantage of the opportunity.

Still dressed in her shrine maiden outfit, Kimie Shimabukuro had no idea what was going on. She muttered in confusion, "This wasn't a part of the show before?"

Hearing her mutter to herself, Shiho Miyano turned to look at her. "Do you know that man who makes sashimi?"

The light was dim, and Shimabukuro Kimie carefully examined him. "It must be Mr. Takenaka Koichi, who lives on the east side of the island, right? I've been studying at a university on this island for the past few years, so I don't know much about him, but I've heard people say that he's been doing import and export business with a few other people on the island... Why would he have time to make sashimi today?"

A fleeting look of confusion crossed her face, followed by a pained clutch of her head, as if she were struggling with something. When she opened her eyes again, her face was filled with longing and rapture. "But it smells pretty good. Can you smell the aroma of sashimi?"

As they were talking, the crowd suddenly erupted into chaos. The first person to receive the sashimi finished his fish, his gaze becoming vacant, his lips curling into a smile, as if he had just eaten not fish, but his own reason.

He greedily licked the scraps off the plate until he had chewed up and swallowed the paper plate, then his gaze shifted to the person who had just received the sashimi.

And so, the looting began. Madness and ferocity blazed in everyone's eyes. Some crawled on all fours, using their mouths to snatch food; others broke branches, dismantled food carts, and grabbed any weapon within sight to hack at each other. It was as if, faced with sashimi, humanity had ceased to be the master of reason, but rather a beast driven by hunger.

At that moment, the man whom Shimabukuro Kimie had just called Takenaka Koichi strolled leisurely out of the frenzied crowd, dragging several stacked plates containing the fish that the people were scrambling for. But even as they disemboweled their own kind, searching for the fish they had just swallowed, no one attacked Takenaka Koichi.

He smiled and walked towards Shiho Miyano and the others, who were still unaffected, his words punctuated by an odd pause. "Why not try some delicious sashimi?"

Shiho Miyano cautiously stepped back, her right hand moving backward to reach the pistol hidden under her coat—yes, as a researcher, she also carried a gun; it was a necessary skill for self-protection within the organization. On the ship, it had been too conspicuous, so Vodka had kept the gun safe in his suitcase. Gin had asked Vodka to return the gun to her after their brief midday meeting.

But suddenly a hand reached out from the side and grabbed her wrist. The force was so great that Shiho Miyano released her hand, which had just touched the gun. She looked up along the person's pale, bluish wrist and saw the shrine maiden who had been perfectly lucid just moments before. Now, she wore the same smile as Takenaka Hiroichi. "Try it, it's delicious."

As she clung tightly to Shiho Miyano, Koichi Takenaka approached her. He put down his plate, reached out his hand, which was now covered in scales, and pinched Shiho Miyano's cheek, forcing her to open her mouth.

“A mind full of wisdom. Join the multitude and become our beacon.” Takenaka Hiroshi said with longing. He picked up a piece of fish with his other hand and was about to stuff it into Miyano Shiho’s mouth.

"Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots rang out, and a cloud of blood erupted beside Takenaka Koichi's head, splattering blood mixed with brain matter all over Miyano Shiho's face. Immediately, his grip loosened, and he staggered to the side. Taking advantage of the moment, Miyano Shiho bit into the arm of Shimabukuro Kimie, who was restraining her. The other woman seemed oblivious to the pain, but an unconditioned reflex caused her to loosen her grip. Miyano Shiho finally broke free from their grasp and ran quickly towards Vodka, who had just shot her to save him.

Blood was gushing from Vodka's left arm. He too had been affected by that strange power and had almost lost his mind. But when he saw Shiho Miyano in distress and remembered his older brother's dying wish to watch over her, his eyes cleared instantly. He fired a shot into his own left arm; the pain brought him back to his senses. He then fired at Koichi Takenaka, thus saving Shiho Miyano.

At this moment, everyone else except them had lost their minds, crawling in a twisted way, writhing in the shadows, screaming, convulsing... What was originally a mermaid festival was now more like a living hell.

Koichi Takenaka, who had just been shot through the head by vodka, had already recovered as if nothing had happened. He shook his head, completely ignoring the blood dripping down his cheek, and led the gradually mutated humans toward Shiho Miyano and the other person.

"Join the main group...Join the main group..."

"What do we do now?" Even the usually calm Shiho Miyano's voice trembled slightly. She wiped the blood from her face, then continued to hold the guns in both hands, pointing them at the zombie-like crowd. The dugong arrow that had been in her hand had long been lost in the struggle.

Vodka ignored the still-bleeding wound. Even in the chaos, he had made sure the gun barrel was slightly off-center, so although the bleeding looked terrible, it was actually just a scratch.

He switched the gun from his right hand to his left, took out his phone, and said to Shiho Miyano, "Hold on for a bit, I'll call my brother."

Shiho Miyano nodded and began aiming her sidearm at the irrational humans rushing towards them.

……

Akihara pushed Gin's hand away just before he fired, and the bullet whistled past the Boar Harvester. The monster, which had no light-sensitive organs, paused for a moment, but ultimately pretended nothing had happened and continued moving along its original trajectory.

Before Qiuyuan could even breathe a sigh of relief, more sea creatures crawled out of the cave entrance. They dragged their bodies, leaving trails of water in their wake, like a silent tide that could devour all life, surging towards them.