Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

A child who didn't know where he came from remained silent, his gaze sweeping over Lin Aiguo without any emotion. Lin Aiguo felt that this child understood everything, but God had taken away all his desires, including the desire to express himself.

It resembles an inorganic idol rather than a person.

No one knew where he came from, including the criminals who abducted him. This man, who usually put on a kind and benevolent face, probably knew he didn't have many days left to live. His face was contorted with rage as he cursed every policeman and every child he had abducted with the most vicious words.

"I knew you get what you pay for. Bah! No wonder he sold it to me at a low price after reselling it several times. Turns out he's a clueless idiot! A money-loser! A jinx!"

Before being taken away, the traffickers turned their heads and stared at the child menacingly, as if they wanted to unleash all their malice upon him.

Lin Aiguo instinctively reached out to cover the child's ears, but found that the child remained expressionless, with dark, lifeless eyes.

That feeling came again: a god high above, looking down on all living beings, knowing all the suffering and joy in the world, yet unable to feel a shred of empathy.

One by one, the trafficked children were sent back home, but the origins of this particular child remain unknown.

Later, Lin Aiguo heard that the ICPO had invited experts and scholars in child psychology to try to get the children to speak, but all attempts failed.

Two months had passed since the human trafficking case was solved, and Lin Aiguo and his colleagues even solved another international financial fraud case.

He wondered if he should go and see the child.

He tried hard to recall what he would like at this age, went to the supermarket to pick and choose, bought some fruit and toys, and went to the place where the child was hospitalized.

The toy room has wooden floors, a fluffy brown carpet, walls painted a bright yellow, a large, soft sofa, toys scattered all over the floor, and children playing happily around it.

The slender, tall child sat there, looking out of place.

Lin Aiguo then realized that he seemed to have some preconceived notions. Under the influence of Uncle Liu, who raised him, he had become like an old cadre at a young age, and looked at people younger than him as children.

Now that there was a group of real children for comparison, Lin Aiguo felt that calling that child a teenager would be more appropriate.

He nervously tucked the toy behind his back.

He finally remembered that at this age, he was a universally disliked creature, a stray dog ​​running rampant in the streets, proud and arrogant. If it weren't for Uncle Liu finding him and tempering his temper for several years...

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the slender boy.

"Remember me? You must be bored these past few days. How about we go for a drive?"

The boy looked up, naturally neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but simply looking at Lin Aiguo with his seemingly unchanging, calm gaze.

……

He still remembers that day; the sky was overcast, and it had rained the day before, taking away the last bit of summer heat.

Just like Uncle Liu had pulled him along back then, Lin Aiguo held the boy's hand, while in his other hand he carried a plastic bag containing freshly bought oranges and several bags of snacks.

Pulling the boy out was just a spur-of-the-moment decision. He wandered aimlessly, trying to recall what beautiful scenery he had seen in this foreign land.

He began to chat with the boy unilaterally, talking about yesterday's rain, the autumn in his hometown, the listless clown by the roadside, and whether there were mysterious gatherings of wizards in the alleys along the street...

They walked a long way until the asphalt road turned into a dirt road with small purple flowers blooming on the side, until the hurried people in suits could no longer be seen, until the surrounding area was overgrown with weeds and deserted.

Lin Aiguo stopped. He remembered this place. Someone had reported finding a car that had plunged into a ditch here. Because few people came here, when the driver was found, he had been emaciated beyond recognition...

Well, it seems best not to tell the boy about this.

They sat on a hillside covered with tall, wild grass. Lin Aiguo continued their conversation, while the boy sat beside them, head bowed, staring quietly at his shoes.

Later, Lin Aiguo learned that the boy had never walked such a long distance before. When he got back, the blisters on the soles of his feet had burst, and blood had soaked through his shoes and socks, sticking them to his flesh. It was the nurse who had to cut them open with scissors. The boy watched quietly as the nurse gasped and treated his wounds, as if he were the outsider.

Before that, the farthest distance the boy had ever traveled was from the orphanage to the street corner, where he would squat under a telephone pole, watching ants move their nests and observing the ebb and flow of crowds.

However, none of them could foresee what the future held. Lin Aiguo chatted enthusiastically, when he inadvertently noticed the boy's gaze slowly moving along the river.

As if discovering a new continent, Lin followed his gaze. In the gray-black river frothy with white foam, a striking white figure appeared, floating and sinking.

If only this were a fairy tale. That white figure might have been an injured egret, rescued, healed, and released—but alas, it wasn't. It was just a dead fish, belly up, drifting lifelessly with the current, soon swept away by a swirl in the water.

The boy's gaze remained fixed on the spot where the fish carcass had disappeared, lingering there for a long time.

Lin remained silent for a while, then broke into a smile, as if to distract the boy, and said with a smile:

Come on, let's share these snacks I've been carrying for so long.

I don't know what good snacks this country has, so I just bought some randomly. I don't know if you'll like them.

Lin tore open a bag of snacks, revealing it filled with pale yellow cookies that smelled of laurel and butter. He picked one up with two fingers and held it to the boy's lips. The boy finally looked away from the river, glanced at him, and although his expression was as indifferent as when Lin first met him two months ago, he slowly, very slowly opened his mouth.

Lin Xi smiled broadly, watching the boy chew and swallow the biscuit with delight, feeling the joy of Old Liu raising his grandson.

After feeding the boy a few pieces, he ate one himself—he had hardly eaten anything like this since he was 15. It was perfectly crisp, with the aroma of milk and laurel blending together just right, easily reminiscent of a warm, cozy bakery in winter, filled with the scent of baked goods.

There's a bakery on the way from Lao Liu's house to the school, which is very popular with the girls in the neighborhood. But he only glanced at it from afar, not because he couldn't afford it, but because he wasn't greedy for it, and because he considered himself an adult and disdained eating sweets that only children liked.

Old Liu, on the other hand, preferred the old-fashioned sponge cake, the kind of dessert made with pumpkin, eggs, and low-gluten flour, which could be kept for a long time. In the late afternoon, when Lin came home from school, Old Liu would always ask him if he was hungry, and then pull out a bag of seemingly endless sponge cakes from the cupboard.

Lin didn't like eating that; it always reminded him of the low, old houses that smelled musty.

When they celebrated their birthdays, none of them ever mentioned buying a Western-style cream cake. It was always a bowl of clear soup noodles, maybe with two poached eggs on top. Actually, the colors were quite nice, and the taste was no worse than what you'd get outside.

These cookies taste pretty good, though. Next time I go home, I'll buy some Western stuff for Lao Liu to try.

Later, he and the boy shared the same orange. Lin Aiguo still remembers that the orange was very sour, but after tasting it himself, he endured the sourness and solemnly handed a segment of the remaining orange to the boy.

He was looking forward to the boy's reaction, but all he saw was the boy mechanically chewing and swallowing, without even frowning.

He sighed and resignedly finished the rest of the oranges.

He grimaced from the sourness. To distract himself, he turned his gaze to the scenery of the fields.

To be honest, the scenery wasn't anything special. Dew soaked their clothes, rain clouds began to gather again, and muffled thunder rumbled from afar.

Lin Aiguo stood up, his tone full of regret.

Oh dear, it's going to rain again. How about I take you out again next time I have time off?

He naturally didn't expect anyone to respond to him, and just kept talking to himself, using the plastic bags they had brought to collect the trash they had created.

Then he heard the boy give a soft "hmm".

He remembered that he had taken the boy's hand again and walked quite a distance before he suddenly came to his senses.

He was both surprised and delighted, and tentatively asked the boy where he came from and what his name was.

The boy said his name was Akihara Kazuhiro.

Years later, Lin Aiguo still thinks back to that gloomy afternoon. He thinks that if he had another chance, when he was learning foreign languages, besides English and French, he might have also learned Japanese.

He talked on and on for so long, but the boy didn't understand a word he said, nor did he understand the boy's reply.

……

The system watched as Akihara Kazumitsu scribbled in his notebook and asked curiously, "What is this?"

Qiu Yuan clicked the pen, picked up the notebook, examined it for a moment, and nodded in satisfaction. "This is the short biography I wrote for Lin Aiguo."

"Biography?"

"Yes, as the famous director Terra once said, to successfully portray a character is not just about changing one's persona and appearance; one must truly become that person in a social sense. It requires gradually building the persona, establishing their unique social network, creating a stage for them, and writing the script..."

"I understand the logic, so why does Lin Aiguo need to be associated with your current identity?" The system dutifully acted as a shill.

Akihara tapped the paper with the tip of his pen. “'Man is the sum total of all social relations.' The simplest way to shape a specific person is to sculpt him indirectly through the eyes of others.”

"In the end, we still don't have enough points, damn it! Otherwise, we could implant memories of Lin Aiguo into other people on a large scale!"

"Alright, this concludes the extra chapter!"