Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

Yes, the Metropolitan Police Department staff have worked incredibly hard, solving cases all night long.

Gin's situation was even more complicated. He worked non-stop for two weeks, then pulled three all-nighters, and before he could even rest, he went on a business trip. As a result, he was almost ruined by Akihara Kazumitsu without even knowing it. And before a day had even passed, he was woken up in the middle of the night to work overtime again.

Thinking of this, Akihara Kazumitsu tapped his chest four times clockwise with his right hand, wishing the night would protect Gin's hair.

"I noticed earlier that you are religious?" Matsuda Jinpei did not dispel his doubts.

"Do not believe."

Although the gods of Terra are real, they do not seem to need anchors or people's faith. Whether they do evil or good, it is all out of their own interest, so faith in these gods does not bring any substantial benefits.

“Alright, let’s change the subject.” Matsuda Jinpei stared intently at Akihara Kazuhiro’s face, as if trying to glean more information. “I noticed you said something earlier, ‘I thought Japanese people were very accepting of wasabi,’ so you’re not Japanese?”

Very perceptive, but I'm not only not Japanese, I'm not even from Earth...

"Just say what you want to say," Akihara Kazumitsu replied casually, still wearing that faint smile.

Matsuda Jinpei didn't rush to answer his question, but instead looked him up and down before finally lowering his gaze.

"Your toes are pointing in the opposite direction from the person you're talking to. Do you know what that means in behavioral science? You don't seem to want to talk to me about this."

“No one can stay attentive when being questioned, especially since we just solved a case together. I thought we were friends, officer.” Akihara Kazumitsu spread his hands innocently.

Matsuda Jinpei smiled. "Of course, I consider you a friend too, so to prove a friend's innocence, we need to clarify any doubts, right?"

"Alright, then ask away." Since Kenji Hagiwara had already made the call, there shouldn't be any major problems with the First Investigation Division. So Akihara stood there leisurely, watching him with a composed expression.

"You said you are a graduate student majoring in life sciences, but during the investigation just now, you demonstrated professional academic knowledge in many fields such as physics, chemistry, pharmacy and even anatomy. This is not related to your major, and it is hard to believe that you are just an ordinary graduate student."

Thanks for the invitation. Actually, there are also biology, neuroengineering, volcanology, natural disaster science, and so on, but most of them are not useful on Earth.

Akihara Kazumitsu blinked. "I've come up with eight explanations for this. Which one would you like to hear first? Interdisciplinary learning, self-study based on personal interest, the demands of lab work, unique project experience, or am I simply a gifted individual..."

Matsuda Jinpei clicked his tongue, interrupting the other man's endless list of names. "Then let me guess."

“When you helped those two students in the alley before, the testimonies of those three vagrants mentioned that you impersonated a police officer; and later, after you escaped using ‘magic,’ when my second-year graduate student and I searched for you nearby, he also mentioned that when he arrived at the scene, he saw you holding some kind of identification…”

Matsuda Jinpei looked directly into Akihara Kazumitsu's eyes and voiced his conjecture: "Perhaps in some sense, you really are a 'police officer,' someone from the Public Security Bureau? Or are you from the FBI, CIA, or IRS...?"

Thank you for the invitation. I work for RIPI (Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Inc).

Akihara Kazumitsu tried his best to suppress the twitching at the corner of his mouth. Matsuda Jinpei had expected this, since he had just read the text message about the possibility of an explosion, and any normal person would think of an informant.

How many people in the world could have predicted that they might be an accomplice in this case, just bored and wanting to sabotage their teammates and blow up a company to add some fun to the situation?

Although he was thinking this in his heart, Akihara remained calm and composed on the surface, without revealing any flaws.

"You overestimate me. Putting everything else aside, just considering my age, I'm still a year too young for the FBI's age requirement..."

The struggle between the two was interrupted by a distant, thunderous boom.

Matsuda Jinpei's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly rushed out, no longer caring about continuing to question Akihara Kazumitsu.

Akihara Kazumitsu took out his phone, glanced at the time, and secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

Has it really been 20 minutes since Gin sent the message? Could some unlucky souls have already been killed in the explosion inside the building?

Or perhaps... this seemingly mass text message was actually Gin's special instruction, sent to all his suspects, with only slight differences in the timing of the detonation.

If the suspected individual goes, they should be blown up immediately. If they don't go, the police can use the timeline from the information they received to identify who the mole is infiltrating the organization.

How insidious! Luckily, I used triethylaluminum as an excuse.

"Only you think that way! You're the one who's really insidious!" the system couldn't help but complain.

Instead of following them out of the parking lot, Akihara Kazumitsu took the elevator directly back to the top floor of the building.

Akihara placed his hand on the parapet at the edge of the rooftop and gazed into the distance, where faint flickering lights seemed to be visible.

"So far... it would take fifty or sixty minutes just to drive there, and we can still feel the aftershocks of the explosion here... how much explosive power was that?" Akihara Kazuhiro thought to himself, "That's really extravagant," but didn't say it aloud. In the end, he just let out a leisurely sigh. "I hope everyone's alright."

……

The streets were nearly deserted in the early morning, with only a few police cars speeding towards the outskirts of Tokyo. It took them nearly 120 miles per hour to reach the pharmaceutical company building in just 30 minutes.

But this pharmaceutical company, which clearly doesn't have a 24/7 customer service hotline, had its lights on at that moment.

Just as the section chief was about to lead his team into the pharmaceutical company building, he received an urgent call from Kenji Hagiwara. The caller solemnly warned that there might be chemical explosives buried in the building by criminals, and advised caution, suggesting that the Explosive Ordnance Disposal and Chemical Protection Unit (S-NBC) should be called in to investigate first.

After hanging up the phone, the section chief decided to take his advice and planned to have the members of the First Investigation Division block all the entrances and exits of the building before contacting S-NBC himself.

Just then, another phone call came in.

The other party claimed to be from the public security bureau, saying they had received reliable intelligence that their current mission was extremely dangerous, and demanded that they immediately cease operations and evacuate the scene.

Then another call came in, this time from a high-ranking official in the Metropolitan Police Department, with the same message.

Then, not long after the group drove their police cars away, the building exploded behind them.

A flash of white light appeared in the building's windows, followed by a deafening roar. Multiple floors were instantly destroyed; even the sturdy steel structure could not withstand the powerful impact and was crushed into fragments in the explosion.