Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

"A sudden transformation?" Kenji Hagiwara pondered the imported term, repeating it with some confusion.

Akihara Kazumitsu offered no further explanation, but instead spread his arms wide in a gesture of "praising the sun." At the same time, the white doves above him began to stretch their claws, flap their wings, and search for a place to land.

Amidst the fluttering sounds, every passerby stopped and turned to look. One by one, pigeons gracefully landed on Akihara Kazuhiro's arms, shoulders, and outstretched palms. One even landed on his head, looking around and hopping around a couple of times.

Watching a spectacle is human nature, whether in the Great Yan or the Eastern Kingdom, whether in the two-dimensional or three-dimensional world. A crowd gradually gathered, curiously peering into the arena.

The pigeon atop Akihara's bald head resembled a lord surveying his territory, proudly raising its head and looking down at the crowd with its large, black eyes. Finally, its gaze met Hagiwara Kenji's, and they stared at each other, wide-eyed.

Akihara Kazumitsu was still quite tired from carrying a bunch of pigeons. He recalled Kaito Kid's glamorous exit in the main story and wondered if he should say something like, "Ladies and gentlemen, it's showtime!" In the end, due to his remaining sense of shame, he just coughed lightly, looked around at the crowd, and kept the poker face that Touichi had taught him, maintaining a mysterious smile that was neither here nor there.

"Now, everyone, don't blink!"

Matsuda Jinpei gave him a half-moon look, walked a few steps to his friend's side, and whispered, "If you want to keep asking him questions, I think you'd better stop him."

Kenji Hagiwara frowned, then quickly realized the possibility. He stepped forward, extending his hand, "Wait a moment..."

Akihara Kazumitsu naturally wouldn't give him time to react. With a crisp snap of his fingers, white smoke exploded on the spot, and pigeons flapped their wings and soared into the sky. Their overlapping and flying figures interfered with the view of everyone present. Hagiwara Kenji even received "special attention" from the lead pigeon, which left several claw marks on his face before it was willing to leave.

When everyone looked closely into the arena, all they saw was the gradually dissipating white smoke and the still-falling feathers. And Akihara Kazumitsu had, of course, vanished.

Kenji Hagiwara clutched his aching forehead, his lips twitching. "Okay, it really is a magic trick."

Matsuda Jinpei patted his friend on the shoulder sympathetically.

"On the bright side, maybe he left the explosion site in the same way back in Kamiya Town... At least we figured out his escape method, probably."

……

At the entrance of a nearby shopping mall, Akihara Kazumitsu casually plucked a white feather from his head, twirled the quill between his fingers, and tossed it into the trash can before nonchalantly following the flow of people inside.

He sighed, seemingly with regret.

"Magicians don't perform unprepared; this time it was too rushed."

The system chuckled, realizing it had found a new angle to mock Akihara Kazuhiro. "Some people are so eager to use Kuroba Kaito's abilities as soon as they get them, like children who are eager to show off their toys."

Akihara Kazumitsu wasn't mocked at all; after all, such behavior was second nature to him. He could allocate newly recruited operators and newly acquired resources very well, maximizing their benefits.

He was now examining the fire evacuation diagram posted on the wall of the supermarket, just like a real customer.

This late 20th-century warehouse-style supermarket wasn't as well-planned as the large supermarkets of the future; the entire first floor had only one entrance. Akihara Kazumitsu believed that if those two troublesome guys from the police academy were determined to keep him, they would definitely suspect the supermarket. Under this assumption, they were very likely already blocking the entrance.

Akihara Kazuhiro's gaze shifted downwards, finally settling on the map of the basement level. To be on the safe side, he could choose to take the elevator to the basement parking lot first, and then leave through the parking lot entrance.

Following the signs, Akihara Kazumitsu wandered around and finally found the elevator in the southeast corner of the first floor of the shopping mall.

He was the only person in the elevator car. After pressing the button for the basement, the elevator doors slowly closed, paused for a moment, and then began to descend with a "hum".

"Xiao Ai, is it still possible to catch the last bus?" Akihara Kazumitsu asked casually, staring at the screen with boredom.

"Who is that?! Can you please stop giving people nicknames all the time? Seriously..." The system grumbled as it checked the timetable. "I can make it, as long as nothing unexpected happens on the way..."

Before the system's voice had even finished, the elevator made another teeth-grinding creaking sound, like a dying old man shuddering before reopening its doors.

The system, who had been so scared that it didn't dare to breathe, breathed a sigh of relief when it saw the door finally open normally. "Phew, I thought I had caught your bad luck."

As Akihara Kazumitsu stepped out of the room, he casually added, "I advise you not to be too happy yet."

"Don't curse yourself just to criticize me, Kora!" the system yelled in frustration.

Akihara's lips twitched slightly; arguing with the system had improved his mood somewhat. Using the map he had just seen, he headed towards the exit.

The parking spaces in the underground parking lot were arranged in a neat and orderly row. However, there were only a few cars parked there, perhaps because cars were not common in this era. As a result, Akihara Kazuhiro could only hear his own footsteps echoing in the parking lot as he walked, without seeing anyone else besides himself.

The lights here are bright and cold, the walls are painted a cold gray, and the floor is paved with smooth concrete with watermarks that haven't completely dried, indicating that someone has just cleaned the place.

The system's voice trembled slightly. "Don't you feel... something's off here?"

Akihara Kazuhiro didn't answer its question. From the very beginning, he had felt a strong sense of being watched. He looked back and saw only an empty parking lot and a security camera with its red light flashing on the wall.

The system didn't expect to get an answer from him, and it continued its analysis hesitantly. "Could there be ghosts in this world... After all, even Hai Si exists, so thinking about it this way, it wouldn't be surprising if ghosts existed..."

"What are you so afraid of, you binary creature?" Akihara Kazumitsu withdrew his gaze and continued forward. "You have to believe in science. Whether it's Originium Arts or the Sea of ​​Originium, they are ultimately products of science. Besides, this is the set of 'Detective Conan,' not 'Mob Psycho 100'..."

Akihara Kazumitsu suddenly stopped in his tracks. He caught a faint smell of gasoline, which was not unusual in a parking lot, but what caught his attention was another smell mixed in with it.

"What's wrong?" the system asked anxiously.

"There seems to be a smell... of incomplete combustion of fat and protein," Akihara Kazumitsu said calmly. "Considering this is a Conan set, it's probably human tissue that's burning."

"Why are you so skilled?"

Akihara Kazumitsu remained expressionless. "Yes, why is that, Mephisto?"