Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

Let's turn our attention to Akihara Kazuhiro.

A few hours earlier, he disembarked at the port of Honjima in Fukui Prefecture and said goodbye to Gin and his group. Instead of returning directly to Shizuoka Prefecture, he took a route through Gifu, Nagano, and Saitama, eventually arriving in Tokyo.

Although all he wanted to do right now was teleport to his own bed and sleep soundly, there were still a few things to take care of before that.

First of all, he's been here for almost a month. (Quiz: Does seeing this timeline remind you of anything?)

That's right! We should send money to the mother of Masahiko Yazui, the low-ranking member of the black organization whose identity he stole as soon as he transmigrated.

In Yazui Masahiko's memory, he dropped out of school early to join the underworld. His father was a firefighter, a typical Showa-era man, a chauvinist and stubborn old man who could not tolerate any challenge to his authority at home. Until his death, he always talked about personal and national honor.

His mother was a typical Japanese housewife, a "Yamato Nadeshiko" type of woman, gentle and submissive, who put her family and her husband's career first.

His father was injured early and had to retire prematurely. Fortunately, firefighters in Japan are national civil servants, so they participate in the national civil servant retirement system, also known as the "common pension system," which provides firefighters with a certain amount of pension after retirement.

But clearly, the meager pension is hardly enough to support the elderly couple, especially now that Japan's economic bubble has burst.

So after Yazuri Masahiko dropped out of school and joined the underworld, even though his father clearly stated that he wanted to sever their father-son relationship and that he no longer had him as his son, he still secretly sent his mother a sum of money every month.

Even after his father passed away from illness a few years ago, he didn't go back to visit him once, but he sent more money home every month.

Sigh, alright, even if the old lady went clubbing every day, she wouldn't spend this much money... In order to prevent her from suddenly deciding to come see her son one day because the money sent by mail is less, resulting in an awkward scene of holding hands and looking at each other with tears in her eyes, Qiuyuan decided to make the payment on time.

Furthermore, to prevent the old lady from knowing his exact location through the mailing address, Akihara made a special detour to Tokyo and found a bank to transfer the money there.

When I went out, I was penniless again.

Throughout the journey, Akihara's gaze was vacant and he seemed lost in thought. His body leaned slightly forward, his eyes unfocused as he stared at the ground diagonally below, his shoulders drooping as if bearing an unbearable weight.

The system couldn't stand it anymore and complained, "Enough! Your acting is way too exaggerated!"

“Don’t worry about me… I always have this reaction after spending LMD…” Akihara replied weakly.

"That's the 18th person to turn around and look at you after passing by you, an 80% turn-around rate!" the system clicked its tongue. "By the way, didn't you say you had a few things to take care of in Tokyo? Where to next?"

Akihara regained some of his spirits. "Next step is to get fake documents."

"Fake identities... huh?" The system seemed a little confused. "I remember at the beginning, didn't you collect quite a few fake identities from Yazui Masahiko?"

Akihara shook his finger. "None of those identities meet my requirements. I've thought it over carefully. Do you know where the biggest problem was in the last operation? It was that Gin knew me, and my identity was that of a member of the Black Organization, a villain."

“Under these circumstances, it would be inappropriate for me to do good deeds, whether it's acting as a hero, helping the police with autopsies, or cleaning up seaweed on American Island. In other words, I need a positive identity to facilitate my ‘doing good deeds’.”

"Wow." The system's eyes lit up, playing an audio clip of applause and cheers. "Have you finally decided to repent and start anew?"

“Look at what you’re saying. I’ve been doing good deeds all along.” Qiu Yuan began to demonstrate his concept of a positive image to the system. “This character should have a strong sense of justice, serve the country and the people, not serve the privileged class, and not serve his own fame and fortune.”

"Judging from your description, it sounds so much like..."

“That’s right, this character is set up as a police officer from Yan Country.” Qiu Yuan snapped his fingers, indicating that the system had guessed correctly.

"Have you ever considered what you're doing here in Japan...? You're a police officer from Yan Country!" (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻

"So, to make this connection—he is actually a member of the Interpol National Central Bureau and Incident Response Team (IRT) in Japan. In order to investigate a transnational criminal case, he came to Japan as a central command and logistics personnel at the request of the local authorities, and was responsible for coordinating other law enforcement agencies involved in the case."

The system was dumbfounded. After a few seconds of stunned silence, it began to look up information on Baidu Baike and discovered that Qiu Yuan's statement was not just a casual remark. It seemed that this might indeed be feasible.

"Then...why not just set them as Japanese police? Wouldn't that be more convenient?"

The gloom on Qiu Yuan's face had vanished, replaced by a beaming smile. "Because Interpol doesn't usually have law enforcement powers, in certain situations, even if I stand by and do nothing, it's just that I'm powerless to help, and no one can find fault with me."

System: ...How could I possibly have the illusion that you want to be a good person...?

"...Since you're going to start a new account, have you decided what to call it?" This time, the system's tone was weak and listless.

"...Oh right, we also need to come up with a name, how troublesome." Akihara seemed to have just remembered this problem.

The system perked up. "I can help with that! As a system, our database stores the ranking of male protagonists' surnames in online novels. Let me check... Oh, I found it!"

It searched rapidly, finally pulling up a bar chart. It cleared its throat and spoke in its usual tone when presenting to the mainframe using a PowerPoint presentation:

"Ahem, according to incomplete statistics, the top ten surnames of male and female protagonists in Yan country online novels, from first to tenth, are: Lin, Su, Gu, Shen, Bai, Li, Ye, Lu, Qin, Chen... How about we let our alternate account be surnamed Lin?" The system stared at the screen.

Qiu Yuan thought about Lin Gerui and Lin Yuxia for a while, remained silent for a long time, and then answered "Okay".

"You come up with the name. It should fit the character's personality and be easy to pronounce..." the system began to offer suggestions.

At this moment, Akihara had already turned several times in the alley and stopped in front of a black workshop that made fake documents in Yazui Masahiko's memory.

“Then let’s call him…” He stroked his chin, pondering for a moment. “Let’s call him Lin Aiguo.”

System: ...Ah?

Hours later, he received a set of fake documents, including a fake passport, visa, driver's license, health insurance card, and Interpol police ID—the last one of which amazed the forger, as it was even found online and printed on the spot.

Without exception, the name on all these documents reads "Lin Aiguo".