[Arriving in the ‘Detective Conan’ plane…
Awakening the “Max Favorability” passive aura…]
Shirakawa stood blankly at the entrance of Tropical Land, his head buzzing.
He seemed to hear a strange sound faintly, but he couldn’t make it out; his full attention was on what was before his eyes.
One second, he was on a business trip in Japan, preparing to meet a client; the next second, the surrounding office buildings had turned into carousels and roller coasters.
Is this some kind of large-scale prank show?
Shirakawa pulled out his phone.
The three bright words “No Signal” on the screen made his already socially anxious mood even more irritable.
He was just an ordinary office worker who only wanted to finish his work quietly and then go home to stay inside, not play some lost-and-found game in a crowded hellhole like this.
His gaze swept across the surroundings, and a burly man wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses entered his field of vision.
This person was dressed like someone straight out of The Matrix, exuding a “do not approach” aura from head to toe, standing by the carousel, completely out of place with the surrounding joyful atmosphere.
Shirakawa’s social radar blared frantically, telling him to stay away from such a person.
But looking around, he seemed the most like a local, and…
he appeared to be waiting for someone, so he should be very familiar with this place.
Forget it, it’s just asking for directions; surely I won’t get beaten up.
Shirakawa took a deep breath, summoned his courage, and walked over, forcing a polite and shy smile onto his face.
“Um, excuse me, sorry to bother you.
Do you know where the exit is?
I think I’m a bit lost.”
Vodka was waiting irritably for the trade target.
Boss Gin had gone to deal with that student detective and told him to keep a close eye here.
Just then, a clean and refreshing looking young man walked over.
Vodka frowned, a flash of vigilance and killing intent crossing his eyes.
Daring to approach him at a time like this, was he a cop or just a fool who wasn’t afraid to die?
But when the young man’s gaze fell upon him, the violent emotions in Vodka’s heart unexpectedly calmed down for some inexplicable reason.
The young man before him looked refined and gentle, with clear eyes and a hint of just the right amount of confusion and helplessness, making it impossible for anyone to get angry.
Instead, a strange sense of familiarity welled up in Vodka’s heart, as if he were looking at a junior who needed taking care of.
This thought gave even himself a start.
Since when had he become so soft-hearted?
But his body’s reaction was honest; Vodka actually subconsciously began to seriously consider the other’s question, and his tone softened involuntarily.
“Go out from here, turn right, and go all the way to the end.”
After saying that, he felt it wasn’t enough and couldn’t help but add, “You’re not a local, are you?
It hasn’t been very safe around here lately; you’d better leave as soon as possible.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Vodka himself was stunned.
He was actually reminding a stranger to stay safe?
He was a member of the Organization, the very “unsafe factor” in the eyes of others.
Hearing this, Shirakawa’s heart skipped a beat.
Unsafe?
Has the public security in Japan deteriorated to this extent?
Gang fights in an amusement park in broad daylight?
He Immediately bowed in thanks: “Thank you!
Thank you so much!”
After speaking, Shirakawa didn’t dare stay any longer and walked quickly in the direction Vodka had pointed.
Watching the young man’s receding back, Vodka scratched the back of his head, feeling that something had been a bit off with him just now.
Forget it, it’s probably just that the sun is too strong today.
As Shirakawa walked, he tried to reconnect his phone to the network, but it was still in vain.
Just as he was about to leave the amusement park, a sudden commotion came from ahead, and the crowd began to gather in one direction.
“Look!
It seems like a big star is here!”
“Really?
Which star is it?”
A big star?
Shirakawa’s curiosity was piqued.
Since he was lost anyway, he might as well check out the excitement.
If it were an international superstar, maybe he could take a few photos and show off on his social media.
He followed the flow of people, but before he even got there, he heard the discussions in the crowd change tone.
“It’s not a star, someone died!”
“I heard they were killed on the roller coaster.
How terrifying!”
“The police have already cordoned off the scene!”
A murder case?
Shirakawa’s curiosity instantly dropped to freezing point, and he stopped in his tracks immediately.
You’ve got to be kidding.
As a law-abiding citizen, the thing he hated most was getting involved in trouble.
Seeing a murder scene while looking for excitement—that’s not a good omen.
He immediately turned around, preparing to retreat from the crowd.
At the very moment he turned, his gaze inadvertently met a girl’s.
She was a very beautiful girl with long black hair like silk, and a simple blue dress that outlined her graceful curves.
Her face was as exquisite as a character stepped out of a manga, her skin was fair, but her large, bright eyes were filled with anxiety and worry.
Shirakawa’s heart skipped a beat.
This girl…
looks so familiar.
Was she a rookie model he’d seen in some magazine?
Or was his subconscious secreting excessive unrealistic fantasies again?
Before he could figure it out, the girl had already pushed through the crowd and was walking straight toward him.
Her target was clear, as if out of all the people present, only he could provide help.
Shirakawa was somewhat at a loss and could only stand there stunned.
The girl walked up to him, panting slightly with an apologetic look, and asked, “Um…
excuse me, have you seen Shinichi?”
“He’s wearing casual clothes, has great reasoning skills, and is a detective…”
Shinichi?
Could it be…
Shinichi Kudo?!
This name was like a bolt of lightning, splitting through Shirakawa’s chaotic thoughts.
He suddenly looked up and scrutinized the girl in front of him again.
A youthful and beautiful face, a signature hairstyle, and that unique temperament—a mix of strength and gentleness…
An absurd yet extremely logical guess began to grow wildly in his heart.
Shirakawa’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he asked tentatively, “Are—are you…
Ran Mouri?”
A look of surprise appeared on the girl’s face.
“Eh?
You know me?”
Boom!
Shirakawa felt his worldview completely collapse.
Ran Mouri.
Shinichi Kudo.
Amusement park.
Murder case.
And that burly man in the black trench coat and sunglasses who reminded him to leave quickly just now…
Wasn’t that freaking Vodka?!
He wasn’t lost at all; he had transmigrated!
He had transmigrated into the world of Detective Conan!
Shirakawa’s back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.
He had actually gone up to talk to a cold-blooded member of the Black Organization just now and survived?
They even gave him directions?
Isn’t this luck a bit too much?
He forced himself to calm down, his brain working at high speed, and gave Ran Mouri a gentle smile:
“I’ve seen your matches.
The champion of the Beika City University Karate Tournament—you’re very impressive.”
This explanation was reasonable, and Ran Mouri’s wariness lessened significantly.
But she was still very worried, her beautiful large eyes full of pleading.
“Since you know Shinichi, could I ask you to help me look for him?”
“I have a very bad premonition; I feel very uneasy.”
Look together?
The corner of Shirakawa’s eye twitched.
What kind of international joke is this!
According to the original plot, Shinichi Kudo is 100% following Gin and Vodka right now, and then he’ll be knocked unconscious from behind and fed APTX4869.
If he went to look for him with Ran Mouri now, wouldn’t that be walking straight into a trap and throwing himself into Gin’s line of fire?