Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

The Great Detective?

Lin Xiu frowned involuntarily when she heard the middle-aged woman's address to the bearded man.

The name seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but after searching his memory for a long time, it was all blurry and he had no clear impression of it.

Perhaps I've seen it on a Japanese TV program before?
After all, the detective industry in Japan is quite active, and there are occasional related interviews or reports.

Lin Xiuyi pondered to himself, and quickly put the matter out of his mind.

He simply didn't have the energy to dwell on the identity of a stranger detective. These past few days had been filled with kidnappings, shootings, and dealing with the Black Organization, keeping him on edge and utterly exhausted.

Facing the curious gazes of the surrounding passengers, Lin Xiuyi nodded slightly, then leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and prepared to catch up on some sleep.

The airplane seat back wasn't very soft, but it was enough to make him feel relaxed at that moment.

Eri sat beside him and, noticing his exhaustion, quietly moved the blanket she was wearing closer to him, her movements so gentle that she was afraid of disturbing him.

While Lin Xiuyi closed his eyes to rest, Murakami Yui, who was standing next to him, had already started chatting warmly with the middle-aged woman.

"Relations between the US and Japan have become increasingly tense recently, and there have been more and more anti-Japanese activities among the American public. Why would your school choose this time to organize students to come to the US for a summer camp?"

The middle-aged woman sighed, her tone tinged with regret.

"That's why Ogami and I decided to temporarily return to Japan to avoid the storm. Our office in the United States was just starting to take off, but now we have to put it on hold."

"Sigh, don't even mention it. I haven't paid much attention to international news before."

Yui Murakami slapped her forehead in frustration, her face full of regret.
"If I had known the situation in America would be this bad, I wouldn't have become the team leader even if the school had given me a raise!"

"Don't blame yourself too much. No matter what, the best outcome is that everyone is safe and sound."

The middle-aged woman smiled reassuringly, her gaze unconsciously drifting to Lin Xiuyi, who was resting with his eyes closed. Her tone held a hint of admiration.

"Moreover, your students have become quite famous in the United States this time. First, they subdued the hijacker, and then they killed the gunman in the school shooting. I didn't expect young people to be so capable. If it were us at that age, we would probably be scared out of our wits."

"Don't praise him too much, this kid is different from normal people."

Murakami Yui glanced at Hayashi Xiuyi with annoyance, her tone tinged with helplessness.

“No ordinary high school student is as good at causing trouble as him, and his audacity is outrageous. Sometimes I even doubt whether he is really only seventeen years old.”

"Teacher, is this a compliment?" Lin Xiuyi asked lazily with her eyes closed.

Although he was resting, he heard every word of their conversation.

"Just take it as a compliment."

Murakami Yui rolled her eyes, then turned to the middle-aged woman and asked curiously,

"Mr. Oogami is a detective, and what about you? Are you also in this line of work?"

"Yes, I'm a detective too."

The middle-aged woman smiled slightly, a gentle and composed smile.
"However, we have been operating in the United States, mainly handling cases entrusted to us in the United States. We may not be well-known in Japan, so it is normal that you have not heard of us."

She paused, glanced at the bearded man beside her, and introduced him with a smile: "This guy, Da Shang, don't let his rugged appearance fool you, he's actually a very famous food detective in America."

"Da Shang has an exceptionally keen sense of taste and smell. He can deduce key clues in cases by observing the most subtle differences in texture, the origin of ingredients, and even the traces of heat during cooking. He has helped the police solve many tricky cases." "As for me, I don't have any special skills. I'm just an ordinary armchair detective."

The middle-aged woman spoke modestly, but her eyes held a subtle hint of confidence.

"Sister Qianjian, you are too modest."

Da Shang Zhu Shan, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

"You are the 'armchair detective' who can accurately reconstruct the truth and find the murderer simply by sitting in a chair and listening to others recount the details of a case. In the American detective world, your fame far surpasses mine."

"Didn't you solve that Wall Street executive disappearance case without even leaving your house?"

"You're so amazing!"

Murakami Yui's face was full of amazement, and her eyes lit up.

Although she didn't know much about the detective industry, the title "armchair detective" sounded impressive—solving cases without even going to the scene in person, just like a character from a novel.

However, amidst her amazement, she couldn't help but wonder to herself: Could these two be flattering each other? After all, bragging doesn't have to be taxed.

Just then, Lin Xiuyi, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and asked, "Chima...may I ask if your full name is Chima Kazuyo?"

The middle-aged woman paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "That's right, I am Chima Kazuyo. Young man, how do you know my name? Have you heard of me in America?"

"...I saw a report about you on TV news before, it seemed to say that you helped the police solve a major case."

Lin Xiuyi made up a reason on the spot to cover up his inner shock.

May a thousand generations descend! May the Emperor bestow his blessings!
The combination of these two names instantly shattered Lin Xiuyi's memories like a lightning bolt.

He finally remembered why the title "Grand Detective" sounded familiar.

Aren't these two key figures in the "Twilight Mansion" storyline twenty years later?

Having been reborn in Japan for over a decade, Lin Xiuyi had long forgotten most of the plot of Detective Conan.

After all, he was reborn twenty years in the original timeline, and even if he remembered the plot, it would mostly be meaningless due to the timeline discrepancy.

Moreover, the details of those everyday cases are so trivial and complicated that it's impossible to remember them all.

But he remembered the "Twilight Mansion" case with exceptional clarity, for no other reason than this.

The villa made of gold, and the key plot point where the Black Organization's boss, Karasuma Renya, was first mentioned.

Lin Xiuyi's thoughts raced, and fragments of memories about the Twilight Mansion kept emerging.

That villa was not built by Karasuma Renya, but was property left to him by his mother.

The villa holds a "treasure" left behind by Karasuma Renya's mother.

In an effort to solve the mystery, twenty years ago, Karasuma Renya invited scholars and detectives from all over the world to the Twilight Mansion. However, because he was unable to solve the mystery, he cruelly murdered them all.

Chima Shiro's father was one of the scholars who were killed back then.

This is also a key reason why Chima Kazuyo later became involved in the Twilight Mansion case. (End of Chapter)