Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

5 p.m., on the streets of Tokyo.

Boys and girls in school uniforms laughed and played, while the setting sun cast a soft, orange-yellow golden light, which was reflected by the skyscrapers of Tokyo and scattered on the youthful faces of the students who had just finished school.

A commotion broke out in the crowd ahead, accompanied by the urgent ringing of bicycle bells and a girl's scream, causing pedestrians to scramble to make way.

It seemed that a boy riding a bicycle had pulled a girl's red hair tie away. The boy turned around and waved the fluttering hair tie at the girl, while also making a face, which made the girl puff out her cheeks behind him in anger.

Akihara Kazuhiro expressionlessly dodged the bicycle that whizzed past.

"Tsk, reckless driving will bring tears to your family, kid." Qiu Yuan's face was displeased, as if someone owed him a fortune.

The boy quickly turned around, straightened the handlebars of his bicycle, and apologized half-heartedly, "Walui!!"

Then she was hit on the head by a Langsai bag that flew through the air. In the distance, the girl whose hair tie had just been snatched had stopped throwing and was rushing over, panting.

"This is what youth is all about," the system remarked. "It feels like I've accidentally stumbled into the filming location of 'Your Name.' My next host will have to be a male lead from a campus romance novel..."

Akihara Kazumitsu did not answer the system's question, and continued walking briskly forward against the crowd.

"Are you sure your map isn't wrong? Why haven't we reached the bus stop yet?" Akihara Kazumitsu asked inwardly, his tone tinged with resentment.

The system glanced down at the newly downloaded map, flipping it over and over again.

"It's not there yet, but it's quite close to the Shinkansen. Why don't you..."

“If you’re willing to sponsor some of the event’s expenses, I’d be happy to take the Shinkansen.” Akihara clicked his tongue.

When Hagiwara Kenji heard this, he thought it was a "tsk" directed at him. He had lost his initial excitement and shock and had returned to his usual self, leisurely following behind the sullen-faced Akihara Kazuhiro.

He smiled and said, "Sir, we've been through thick and thin together, I can't keep calling you that, can I? At least tell me your name..."

Akihara Kazumitsu turned around, his face showing exaggerated shock.

"Why are you still here?"

"Enough, stop talking to me in that old carp's voice." Akihara Kazumitsu added in his mind.

Kenji Hagiwara was momentarily speechless. Just as he was about to say something, he heard his friend's voice softly behind him.

"Yeah, why are you still here?"

Matsuda Jinpei followed the two men all the way. The man who claimed to be a brave and helpful "Young Pioneer" had just turned and left without hesitation, and his friend had been trailing behind him ever since.

Just half an hour ago, he still believed that the white-clad youth who had saved Kenji Hagiwara and vanished from the scene as if by magic was just an excuse his friend had made up. But now he was less certain.

"This is the first time I've seen you so persistent in trying to pick up people who aren't even interested in beautiful women." Even though he had his doubts, Matsuda Jinpei habitually snapped at his friend.

Kenji Hagiwara sighed. "It's all because... So, my friend, can you tell me how you managed to protect me from the explosion and then escape unharmed afterwards?"

Akihara Kazumitsu stared straight ahead, his eyes unwavering, and asked innocently, "What are you talking about? What explosion? You've mistaken me for someone else."

Kenji Hagiwara, who had scored quite well in micro-expression psychology at the police academy, carefully examined the other person's expression, trying to find a flaw in it.

"Did you go to Kamiya Town a month ago?"

Akihara Kazumitsu shrugged helplessly. "God have mercy, I'm just a graduate student who started working 996 before even entering the workforce. Every day I'm either working like a slave for my advisor or doing part-time jobs to earn a living. How could I possibly have time to go to Kamiya Town?"

Akihara Kazumitsu spoke with such confidence that the other party couldn't find anything wrong with him.

It was Hirota Masami, Akihara Kazumitsu's mentor, who sneezed at home.

Then, Akihara Kazumitsu seemed to suddenly remember something. "Officer, are you questioning me as a police officer? If so, I have the right to remain silent."

Kenji Hagiwara didn't detect anything amiss in the other person's performance, and finally shrugged and smiled. "Of course not. If you insist that you're not that person, then fine, I respect your choice."

Akihara Kazumitsu nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." A hand landed on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Kenji Hagiwara smiling at him. "Why are you in such a hurry? Meeting is fate. My name is Kenji Hagiwara. What's your name?"

Akihara Kazumitsu helplessly brushed the other person's hand away.

"Akihara Wako."

Kenji Hagiwara, now that the topic of conversation had resurfaced, suddenly became enthusiastic. "Akihara...? Although the pronunciation is different, the way we write our surnames is quite similar."

Akihara Kazumitsu nodded perfunctorily.

"When you rescued those two children in the alley just now, you said you were a magician?"

Akihara Kazumitsu continued to nod perfunctorily. "Just out of interest."

Seeing that the other person seemed uninterested, Kenji Hagiwara casually glanced up at the sky. "It's fate that we met. It's so late, how about we go get some dinner together?"

Matsuda Jinpei's lips twitched. "The class president will cry, you know."

Akihara looked up and saw a white dove returning to its nest, bathed in the afterglow of the sun, flapping its wings as it flew across the small patch of sky between the buildings. Suddenly, he had an idea to get rid of this guy.

After the other party's delay, the sun was almost setting, and the streetlights had turned on one by one. The bustling crowd of students who had just left school was now mostly gone, but fortunately, there was a large shopping mall nearby, which actually increased the number of people around.

He looked away, a smile spreading across his face, his earlier impatience completely gone.

"You're right, officer, it's fate that we met. But before that, let me perform a magic trick for you."

The pigeon that was in such a hurry to go home flew back, finally choosing Akihara Kazuhiro's shoulder as its landing spot. After landing steadily, it lowered its head and began to preen its feathers.

Although he didn't know what Akihara Kazuhiro was up to, he was glad that the other party had finally relented, so Hagiwara Kenji's interest was still drawn to the pigeon on his shoulder.

He asked with great interest, "What kind of magic trick?"

Akihara didn't rush to answer, but instead adopted the signature mysterious and enigmatic demeanor of a magician.

He tilted his head slightly, reached out and touched the pigeon's head, and the pigeon obligingly raised its head and rubbed against his hand.

The light dimmed a bit, not because it was getting late, but because a large flock of pigeons seemed to have been summoned and flew over the street.

"Become a living person."

Amidst the continuous "cooing" sounds, Akihara Kazumitsu explained with a smile.