Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

"He has gone away, abandoning worldly affairs."

"We are heartbroken because fate has never been fair."

"But there is no need to be sad, for he has escaped the suffering of reality."

"We should sing praises to him, for he has finally returned to the earth."

"His relatives and friends, his loved ones, should not shed tears."

"Death is the mercy of the earth, and we are the offspring of all things."

"...Let everything turn to dust."

"...Let everything return to the wilderness."

"...We too will eventually return."

Akihara Kazumitsu stood beside the scorch marks on the side of the pillar, his voice calm, as he slowly uttered a language that did not belong to this world.

After finishing the eulogy, he slowly opened his eyes.

"You can actually read eulogies for others..." the system exclaimed in amazement. "I thought you were the kind of person who would have fun dancing on dead people's graves."

"It depends. If it's someone like Kosic or a theater mouthpiece, I'd be happy to dance on their graves—even if I can't, I can learn."

Akihara Kazumitsu said calmly in his consciousness space, "This Yokoyama Jiro is a good person."

At this point, apart from a very few police officers who remained to maintain order, only Akihara Kazumitsu and the two officers from the police academy remained at the scene.

A dozen minutes ago, after listening to Akihara Kazuhiro's reasoning, the section chief immediately reacted and led most of the team to arrest the suspect as Akihara had instructed.

However, before leaving, he made sure to ask Akihara's name and expressed his gratitude, his eyes filled with admiration for the young hero.

You're a young person, thank you.

Akihara wiped his sweat and chuckled awkwardly, "It's just that my major is relevant... but please remember not to publish my name when you issue the announcement."

It was just to reduce Gin's workload, absolutely not because I was worried about the other party coming to my door with the Boreta to check my water meter. Love and peace, love and peace.

The section chief could probably guess his worries—fear of retaliation from criminals, a feeling many people have. He told Akihara to relax, and casually added at the end, "By the way, go to the Metropolitan Police Department to file a report when you have time."

After saying that, he led his team away.

Akihara's hand. "ちょっとって!"

He maintained his bewildered expression, turning to look at Kenji Hagiwara, who was suppressing a laugh. "So, Shin Kudo... does Yusaku also need to register with the Metropolitan Police Department?"

Kenji Hagiwara was truly stumped by the question. He suppressed the upward curve of his lips and pondered carefully: "Logically speaking, detectives need to register with the National Public Safety Commission and obtain the corresponding license before they can conduct detective work... But Mr. Yusaku Kudo is not a detective, but a detective novelist..."

Akihara Kazumitsu turned his gaze away from the other person's face, who was still deep in thought. Anyway, now that he had Kaito's abilities, it meant he was already half a No-Face Six, with countless faces, so even if he was registered, it wouldn't affect anything.

He looked out of the parking lot, but the rising passageway blocked out the sky. He estimated it was around four or five o'clock, still some time before dawn.

Time returns to the present.

Akihara Kazumitsu ended his conversation with the system and turned around to see Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei standing to the side, looking at him as if they had just finished their conversation.

"What language is this?" Kenji Hagiwara recognized it as a eulogy. Although he didn't understand a word, he stood solemnly to the side until it was over before asking his question.

“Sargunese, a Colombian friend of mine taught me some of the eulogies from there.”

Kenji Hagiwara looked confused; it seemed like a term he'd heard before, so he could only nod.

"The Sargons are almost entirely unreligious; most do not believe in an afterlife, but rather that the dead return to the earth and become part of it..."

Seeing that Akihara and Kodai seemed to want to continue, Hagiwara Kenji quickly raised his hand to interrupt them.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

By this time, Kenji Hagiwara was pretty much certain that Kazuhiro Akihara wasn't a bad person, but rather a kind-hearted oddball who knew a lot. Everyone has secrets, which wasn't incomprehensible; he simply didn't want to talk about what happened last time.

The exhaustion from staying up all night finally hit him. He yawned and changed the subject: "So, where are you planning to go next?"

After saying this, he waited for a long time without receiving a reply, so he rubbed his eyes again, wiped away the tears that had flowed from his yawn, and then looked at Akihara Kazumitsu again. He found that the other was staring at him with a serious expression.

Kenji Hagiwara blinked, turned his head to look at himself, and then looked around. There was nothing strange about it.

"what happened?"

"You're asking what's wrong? Didn't you say you were going to treat me to dinner?!"

"Pfft." Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but laugh out loud, patting Akihara Kazumitsu on the shoulder. "You're really interesting."

Kenji Hagiwara paused for a moment, then laughed. "Of course, but we have to wait until dawn. So what should we do before then?"

Akihara Kazumitsu turned to look at the rocking chair.

"No, let's forget about this." Kenji Hagiwara sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Matsuda Jinpei, however, was quite enthusiastic. "I've got an idea—when the Metropolitan Police Department issues the announcement, I'll change your name to 'Armchair Detective,' what do you think?"

“Not very good.” Akihara Kazumitsu coldly refused. “This isn’t an Agatha Christie novel…”

Just as the group was exchanging casual banter, Akihara's cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He quickly ran through his mind all the people who might message him at this time. He smiled at the two of them without changing his expression. "Excuse me, I need to check a message."

After saying that, he turned around, walked to the corner, and turned on his phone screen.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Attention all organization members near Tokyo: Assist organization members stranded at XX Pharmaceutical Company to evacuate immediately. The company's pharmaceutical building will be detonated in 20 minutes.

——Gin

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

...?

Wait a minute, Japan is so small, how come we keep running into companies under the organization when we're just solving a case?

And Gin, aren't you being incredibly extravagant? You just blow things up like that? You should use that money to help your poor, impoverished organization members…

System: Hello!

Akihara took a deep breath and snapped the phone off again.

"What's wrong?" Kenji Hagiwara keenly sensed that something was amiss.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something." Akihara Kazumitsu maintained his smile, his brain working at lightning speed as he came up with a plausible excuse.

“We need to call the section chief as soon as possible and tell him not to act rashly... If that pharmaceutical company can get triethylaluminum catalyst, there's no reason they wouldn't have triethylaluminum, so we can't rule out the possibility that the prisoner is putting up a stubborn resistance.”

Upon hearing what Akihara said, the two members of the explosive ordnance disposal team quickly realized the seriousness of the situation.

"I understand, I'll go call now." Kenji Hagiwara took out his phone and walked quickly out of the parking lot.

Akihara Kazumitsu was about to take a step to follow when he noticed that Matsuda Jinpei was still standing there, staring intently at him.

"What was the content of the text message you just received?" Matsuda Jinpei's voice was somewhat low, and it was impossible to discern his emotions.

"It was just a text message reminding me to pay the loan." Akihara Kazumitsu smiled and met the other person's eyes without flinching.

Such a lame excuse naturally wouldn't fool Matsuda Jinpei, who frowned and continued to press, "Which loan company or bank starts work at five in the morning?"

“Yes, I’m curious too.” Akihara Kazumitsu’s smile remained unchanged.