Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

It was a busy night, probably for everyone.

Instead of being taken to the police station for detention immediately, the robbers were all taken to the hospital emergency room. Half of them suffered severe blows to the back of the neck, and two of them were disoriented. One of them kept saying, "The black cat is an ominous symbol, and there is a ghost controlling the gun." The other had all his facial hair shaved off for some reason and looked like he was mentally impaired.

Over here, the most seriously injured bandit leader has been rushed to the emergency room. Next, he will have to undergo an open reduction and internal fixation surgery, which involves repositioning the displaced bones and fixing them with metal plates, screws, or bone nails to restore his original facial contours. If he is lucky enough and the Japanese Inspection Agency is merciful enough, he may be able to recover to a roughly human appearance.

And "Moroboshi Dai" was arrested for the first time—in a Japanese police station, not counting the American ones.

Although everyone present testified that he, like the brave and kind-hearted man who blocked the gun with his own body, fired the gun simply to stop the bandits from continuing their violence, the standards for determining legitimate self-defense in Japanese judicial practice are quite strict.

The police will then conduct an investigation according to legal procedures and submit the case to the prosecution. The prosecution will consider all the evidence to decide whether to file charges or not to prosecute based on the grounds of legitimate self-defense. Ultimately, the court will make a ruling to determine whether the individual's actions meet the requirements of legitimate self-defense.

Of course, this is the procedure without FBI involvement.

However, Shuichi Akai still hasn't been able to contact Camel.

Akemi Miyano sat on a bench in the police station lobby, her head down as she fiddled with her phone, her drooping hair concealing her inner unease.

The main reason she chose to settle the matter privately after accidentally bumping into Mr. Moroboshi was to avoid being noticed by the police. She herself was fine, but if it aroused the organization's suspicion…

Akemi Miyano sighed.

The camera continues to move, first focusing on Date Kou, who, having just entered the workforce, has already experienced the harsh realities of life, yet is still diligently and conscientiously working overtime.

The scene then switches to Gin and Vodka, with classic overpasses, night views, and a Porsche – they're either working overtime or on their way to work overtime.

Then there's our Mr. Zero, who's on a company-sponsored trip. He just got off the Shinkansen and is heading to Sagano in Sakyo Ward, Kyoto City, Kyoto Prefecture tomorrow to visit the church and orphanage there.

Finally, there's Andre Carmel, who's been heading north. He's now in Yokohama, and after circling around two blocks to avoid any pursuers, he casually got out of the car and went into a bar called "Lupin"...

It was a busy night, probably for everyone, except for Akihara and Hikaru.

As a brave and wounded Interpol agent—though he appeared to have only bruises and fractures—Lin Aiguo did not use any firearms throughout the entire incident. If he did use one, it was only the butt of the robber's gun to knock him unconscious. After presenting his ICPO credentials and the official authorization documents from Japan, Lin Aiguo, who possessed immunity from international organizations, skipped the procedures that Akai Shuichi would have to face next.

The only downside was that there was no bonus.

"If this had been done by a truly kind-hearted bystander like Akihara Kazumitsu, I wouldn't be in this sorry state now..."

In Akihara Kazumitsu's apartment in Shizuoka Prefecture, a kettle was bubbling away, cooking instant noodles that had just been bought from a convenience store.

Yes, I can't even afford cup noodles anymore, I can only buy bagged ones.

The last bit of money in someone's pocket—borrowed from Kenji Hagiwara—was used on the tragically deceased Corel. Although Lin Aiguo had avenged her, she ultimately died amidst the smoke and ruins, never to return.

Most importantly, the culprits were all beaten into the hospital by him, and no one reimbursed them.

Well, speaking of reimbursement, I can try submitting a reimbursement application to the organization, which could be for equipment damage caused during fieldwork...

"Instead of this, you should think about how you're going to eat tomorrow." The system kept a timer in Akihara's mind. "Ding-dong~ Three minutes are up, instant noodles are ready to eat."

Akihara carefully moved the mug that was pressing the kettle switch, opened the lid, and a cheap aroma wafted out, carried by the steam, which moved Akihara to tears.

His hands trembled slightly as he scooped up a spoonful of broth and put it in his mouth. A familiar taste exploded on his tongue instantly—the heavy oil and salt of instant noodles from his memories, the comfort he had found after countless late nights working overtime until 4 a.m. in Terra, the taste of Rhodes Island, the vessel of homesickness.

"Enough! It's just a pot of instant noodles! Don't get all sentimental!" the system snapped. "Shouldn't homesickness be rooted in something more meaningful?"

“You’re right, like Hai Si, Dionysus, Originium…” Qiu Yuan slurped up a mouthful of noodles, feeling warm and comforted.

"Forget it then."

The system, resting its chin on its hand, watched Qiu Yuan feast on his meal from within the consciousness space.

"Honestly, even if you go to work tomorrow, you won't get paid anytime soon, right?"

Akihara took a moment from his busy schedule to nod.

"Let's find a way to sell the bombs, guns, and ammunition we looted this afternoon."

"Hey!"

“The Tokyo yakuza have suffered a major setback, and now is a time of great reshuffling in the surrounding areas. It should be a good time to sell arms.” Akihara Shinichi began to think seriously. “Go find a list of local yakuza groups. I’ll go tomorrow…”

"No! No, no, no!" The system shook its head vigorously. "If we really did that, we could change the book's title..."

"Alright, starting today, 'I Sell Arms in the Detective Conan World' will begin its grand serialization!"

"How come you've already thought of a book title?! And what's with this illustration?!"

"The protagonist, Kazuhiro Akihara, is a weapons expert from the real world who is transported to the world of 'Detective Conan' by accident and becomes an ordinary high school student."

"With his innate high-tech knowledge and special abilities, he decided to use these advantages to manufacture and sell various high-tech equipment or improved weapons in the Conan world. Thus, on the one hand, he became a supplier to the organization, making outstanding contributions to the organization's helicopter strafing of Tokyo Tower, and on the other hand, he provided equipment for Conan and the main characters, replacing Professor Agasa's position..."

"...Are you perhaps a little obsessed with the title 'Doctor'...?"

After finishing the last bite of noodles, Akihara Kazumitsu tossed his chopsticks and spoon aside, picked up the kettle, and gulped down the soup.