The cross-dressing master in the world of Detective Conan

The Cross-Dressing Master of the Detective Conan World (Author: Lou Guyuexuan)

There's no case that can't be solved with a set of women's clothing; if there is, then bring another set.

System: "Young man, dress up as a woman! Dressing as a woman will make you stronger!"

The protagonist said, "Really? I'm not very educated, so please don't lie to me."

What kind of sparks will fly between the cross-dressing master and the famous detective? Stay tuned!

Chapter 1 I haven't bought life insurance yet.

"What? A murder has occurred at the medieval art museum at the intersection of Beika Third Street? Okay, please cordon off the scene and don't let any outsiders in. The Metropolitan Police Department will be there soon."

A middle-aged man wearing an orange trench coat and a matching wide-brimmed hat spoke seriously into the phone.

"Sato, Takagi, Kazama, let's go!"

"Boss Mumu, what's the rush? Waiting a little while won't hurt. The crime scene isn't going anywhere!"

A "young girl" lay lazily on a chair, as if she had no bones at all, but this did not change her beauty. Her delicate features and unadorned face were like those of an unparalleled beauty.

This is Kaoru Kazama, who, along with Officer Miwako Sato, is known as one of the most beautiful women in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and she is also the protagonist of this article.

To be honest, this transmigrator is much more miserable than other protagonists in fantasy novels who become kings and build harems after transmigrating to another world.

Not only was he unfortunately transported to the Conan world, which has an extremely high crime rate, but even worse, his cheat ability only works when he is dressed as a woman.

One can imagine how shocked he was when he learned the premise of his cheat ability. Becoming a king and having a harem all over the world were things that other transmigrators had nothing to do with Kazama Kaoru.

This is why he's so lazy. Who could get used to being forced to become a cross-dresser, except for the real masters, of course.

"Xiao Xun, you lazybones, this is a case of life and death, what are you waiting for, get out of here right now."

Officer Sato said this, and after she finished speaking, she grabbed Kazama Kaoru, who was still lounging in her chair, and rushed towards the crime scene, the medieval art museum located at No. 3 Beika Street.

"Sato, drive slower. I don't have life insurance yet. Even if you kill me, you won't get the insurance money."

Kaoru Kazama, who was pulled into the car by Sato while still in a daze, didn't react at first. But when Sato stepped on the gas, he suddenly woke up, as if he had applied Tiger Balm to his penis.

Good heavens, no one else in the entire Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department would drive like this, except for Miwako Sato.

People say that Miwako Sato is the beauty of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. You can tell just by looking at the way those middle-aged men act. They practically want to buy a drone to keep an eye on Miwako Sato's every move.

However, whenever Miwako Sato was driving, no matter how much someone admired her, they would stay as far away as possible.

God knows, Sato Miwako drives like a madwoman. Driving at 120 mph in the city is commonplace for her. What's even more terrifying is that when she goes around a corner, instead of slowing down, she alternates between the clutch and the accelerator, pushing the speedometer up to a terrifying 150 mph.

Imagine what it would feel like to gaze deeply into the eyes of the roadside trees, just one centimeter apart, every time you round a bend.

"Don't worry, I drive very safely. I've never had an accident before."

Compared to Kazama Kaoru's jumpy reactions, Sato Miwako appeared quite calm; perhaps this is what is meant by being highly skilled and daring.

It turns out that those who speed are often not the most afraid, because their attention is focused on driving. The most afraid are often the passengers, especially those in the front passenger seat.

Unfortunately, our protagonist, Kaoru Kazama, was dragged into the passenger seat by Miwako Sato while in a daze—a position that was practically hell on earth.

"Tsk tsk, Kazama actually got into Miwako's car. She's in for it now."

Shiratori watched the group gradually disappear into the distance and sighed with regret, probably feeling sad for Kazama Kaoru's misfortune.

After a ten-minute race against time, Kaoru Kazama was finally freed and got out of Miwako Sato's car.

Fortunately, his physical condition was exceptional when he was dressed as a woman, otherwise he would have been vomiting like a baby by now.

"Not bad at all. You're the first person who's still so natural after getting off the bus."

Sato Miwako praised Kazama Kaoru, whose expression remained unchanged, but her eyes, glancing elsewhere, clearly betrayed her true thoughts.

Kaoru Kazama shook her head, intending to be magnanimous and let this neurotic woman go. But what could she do if she didn't let her go? She couldn't beat her in a fight, and she couldn't run away. There was nothing more tragic in the world than this.

After witnessing Sato Miwako's true strength, he once thought that Sato Miwako was definitely another transmigrator. If the protagonist of this world wasn't Conan, who had all sorts of anti-physics cheat codes, Sato Miwako would definitely be the big boss of this world.

Of course, the combat power of women in this world is abnormal. For example, there is Ran, who seems gentle and kind but is actually terrifyingly strong in karate and has amazing destructive power, and Toyama Kazuha, who looks lively and cute but can easily defeat several adult men with her aikido skills.

Kaoru Kazama could only silently squat in the corner and draw circles. If you can't beat someone, can't you just admit defeat? A real man can bend and stretch.

"Excuse me, but to be precise, you're not a real man right now."

The sound that arose in his mind made Kaoru Kazama jump three feet high on the spot.

"How dare you say that? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this now. Give me back my handsome, dashing, and strong body."

At first glance, Kazama Kaoru might seem a bit mentally unstable, but thankfully, he communicates with the cross-dressing system in his mind through telepathy, otherwise he would have been sent to a mental hospital long ago.

"Strong and powerful, are you sure?"

"If being 1.7 meters tall and weighing 50 kilograms can be considered strong and powerful, then Wu Dalang could become the next Stallone."

The undisguised contemptuous tone made Kazama Kaoru hate his so-called cheat system even more, which was the culprit that caused him to be transported to the world of Detective Conan—(the Cross-dressing Master Saves the World System).

Okay, this name is pure nonsense. In reality, this damn system doesn't have an accurate name or a specific function. It's like a product with no name, no address, and no function.

In fact, Kaoru Kazama always believed that his system was a three-no product, because it had no other function besides forcing him to wear women's clothing and constantly teasing him.

"Xiao Xun, Xiao Xun, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and get into the cordon. The search team has already gathered all the relevant personnel inside the art museum."

Officer Sato shook Kazama Kaoru's shoulder, waking up the cross-dressing master who seemed to be in a daze but was actually arguing with his system.

"Okay, let's go in then."

Kazama Kaoru quickly responded. In fact, he was able to thrive in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department thanks to this cross-dressing master system. If it hadn't prepared everything he needed for living in Tokyo, his life at the beginning of his transmigration might have been very different.

Silently thanking the system that only criticized him, Kaoru Kazama stepped across the cordon and walked straight toward the medieval art museum amidst the curious gazes of the surrounding crowd.

Chapter 2 Infatuation is determined by the eyes

"Hey, Inspector Megure, you've finally arrived. I'm here to protect the scene, and no outsiders have entered. You can rest assured."

Hearing the familiar voice and the helpless expression on Inspector Megure's face, it was already clear that it was Kogoro Mouri. After all, no one else could make Inspector Megure show such an expression.

Kaoru Kazama was quite looking forward to it. Perhaps it was due to the butterfly effect, but he had been at the Metropolitan Police Department for almost half a month and had handled seven or eight cases, yet he hadn't encountered Kogoro Mouri in any of them. It was quite a strange thing.

However, it's not impossible. After all, it's Conan who truly plays the role of the Grim Reaper. If Shinichi Kudo hadn't shrunk before, then it would be reasonable for him not to have met Kogoro Mouri.

With a strange sense of anticipation, he met the famous death trio—Conan Edogawa, Kogoro Mouri, and his daughter Ran Mouri—for the first time in the world of Detective Conan.

"I knew it was you! What are you doing here?"

Seeing his former colleague, Inspector Megure wasn't in a good mood. Kogoro Mouri's "reputation" was deeply ingrained in people's minds. Many times, even simple cases became like navigating a maze under Kogoro's guidance, which could be considered a kind of talent in a way.

"Don't say that. We used to be colleagues, after all. That's all in the past, hahaha."

Upon seeing Inspector Megure's expression, Kogoro Mori knew that he was reminded of his glorious past, which explained his reaction. So he quickly laughed it off and changed the subject.

"By the way, this pretty policewoman looks unfamiliar. Did she recently join the Metropolitan Police Department?"

If this were an anime, you could see two very obvious wells on Kazama Kaoru's head.

The thing he hates most in his life is being forced by this ghostly system to become a cross-dressing master. Although he looks very good now, he wants to be good-looking in the sense of being handsome and dashing, rather than in the sense of being as beautiful as a goddess.

"You mean Kazama? He's a new officer who just reported to the Metropolitan Police Department two weeks ago. It's perfectly normal that you haven't met him before."

"Greetings, Mori-senpai. I've heard of your great name in the Metropolitan Police Department. I'm Kazama Kaoru, currently serving as an assistant inspector at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Nice to meet you."

Although he was inwardly cursing the old man's gaze, he still had to maintain appearances. After all, Japan is a country that highly values ​​seniority and seniority. Kogoro Mouri, who had previously served as a police officer in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, was his senior, so outward respect was still necessary.

"Hello, hello, Officer Kazama, my surname is Mori, nice to meet you."

Although he can be a bit unreliable at times, Kogoro Mouri does have his serious moments, like right now.

"This is my daughter, Ran Mouri, who is a second-year high school student. This brat is Conan Edogawa, who is fostered in my home. You can ignore him."

Kogoro Mouri's next words successfully showed Kaoru Kazama Conan's legendary dead fish eyes. Sure enough, this future father-in-law and son-in-law were in a relationship of mutual dislike.

"Hello, Officer Kazama. I'm Ran Mouri. Nice to meet you."

Xiao Lan then introduced herself, saying that if you ignored her terrifying fighting skills, she was a typical gentle and kind Eastern woman.

"Kazama-neechan, I'm Conan Edogawa. Nice to meet you."

As expected of someone who inherited the acting talent of the famous actress Yukiko Tengfeng, Conan, who was just now rolling his dead fish eyes and looking down on Kogoro Mouri, has now started to act cute without any restraint.

"Little brother Conan, is that right? Nice to meet you."

Kaoru Kazama took the opportunity to pat Conan's head. Although he had seen Conan on TV countless times, this was the first time he had ever used his height to take advantage of Conan from such a superior position.

Especially the emphasis on "little brother" made Conan's face instantly turn sour. You know, this guy is extremely arrogant. How could he feel good about being taken advantage of? However, Kazama Kaoru was in a good mood at the moment. Who told this guy to call her "sister" without any restraint?

"Who is this woman who suddenly appeared? She's dressed all in black, could she be from the Black Organization?"

Conan secretly watched Kazama Kaoru's every move with a discreet gaze, trying to glean something from him. After all, Kaoru had just suffered a loss at the hands of the Black Organization and was still in a tense, paranoid state. Kazama Kaoru was caught in the crossfire.

Because he was wearing black skinny jeans, a black trench coat, and a black knit sweater, he looked like a gangster from a distance, but once you got closer and saw his stunning face, you would just think of him as a cute young girl.

There was nothing he could do; it really wasn't intentional. The weather was a bit strange today. Although the weather in the island nation isn't usually very cold, the sudden chill in spring could easily cause a cold. Wearing all black was a sensible choice to absorb more heat, but who knew it would just happen to run into Conan's taboo.

"Mr. Mori, could you please tell me what happened?"

Kaoru Kazama gestured to Takagi to take out paper and pen to write things down, and then began to question Kogoro Mouri about the details of this case.

Then Kogoro Mouri briefly explained what he knew about the incident. He said that a corpse was found in the exhibition hall, which was originally off-limits. The corpse was firmly nailed to the wall with a sharp sword, and its death was very gruesome. It seemed to echo the painting called "Heavenly Punishment" in the background.

"Inspector Megure, the deceased's name is Manaka Isamu, male, 42 years old, the president of Manaka Real Estate Company. He came here today to conduct an on-site inspection of the art museum he is about to acquire."

After running around collecting information about the deceased, Takagi jogged over to Inspector Megure and reported back.

"Okay, I understand. Kazama, show me the CCTV footage from the crime scene."

"no problem."

Kaoru Kazama's slender fingers flew across the keyboard, and in no time, all the footage from the three cameras at the crime scene was projected onto the screen in front of him.

Those present, including Inspector Megure, Kogoro Mouri, and Conan (the fake child), all began to watch the surveillance video from before the incident with great concentration.

However, Kaoru Kazama, who pulled up the video, did not do that. Instead, he took the opportunity to carefully observe everyone present. This was something he did on purpose. When people are focused on something, it is easy to overlook the gaze of others, let alone observe it very subtly.

Even so, the incredibly perceptive fake child, or perhaps it was just his professional habit, still suspected him of everything he did, based on his first impression of anyone outside his immediate circle. After watching so many episodes of Detective Conan, Kaoru Kazama felt that the child might be showing signs of paranoia.

As for why Kaoru Kazama took this opportunity to observe the people present, it was mainly to probe their inner fluctuations. Generally speaking, people's psychological activities will be more or less reflected in their eyes, which is why we often say: "The eyes are the windows to the soul."

When people are thinking, their eyes will subconsciously move in a certain direction. After long-term research, scientists have concluded that when people are thinking about some difficult things, their eyes usually move according to certain patterns, and these patterns can even summarize a person's personality traits to some extent.