Don't force me to use my right fist.

Sōyū fell silent once again.

At this moment, he desperately hoped that he could still see that familiar two-panel mosaic-style boy inside.

But what he saw through the reflection was the figure of a strange man wearing a pumpkin head and a light blue diamond armor.

Well, apart from the armor colors not quite matching.

Indeed, we're only missing one horse.

Chapter Two: I'm an apprentice of Steve, so you can call me Steve.

"That proves nothing. At the very least, I have a head."

Sōyū shook his head a couple of times, and the pumpkin he was wearing on his head hit the rather hard operating table, making a crisp thud.

"It's a pumpkin head that can't be removed."

The silver-haired man added on his behalf.

Sawa wanted to argue with him, "Why can't I take it off?"

It's equipment in Zuoyou's inventory, after all. How can it be so easily taken away by others? Doesn't the system have any dignity?

Saya, who subconsciously looked up at the upper right corner, wanting to take the pumpkin from the helmet slot to prove that he was really human, suddenly stopped.

If I were to reveal my true appearance to these guys who clearly have deep government connections, things would probably get quite troublesome later.

Sawa, who didn't want to spend the rest of his life in this small room, twitched his lips and swallowed the words he wanted to say in his defense.

"I'm really not that kind of guy. At the very least, have you ever seen someone as weird as me who acts and speaks so normally? If wearing a pumpkin head makes you a headless knight or something, then wouldn't you all mistake me for a vampire if I had two sharp teeth?"

Unable to prove his identity with any actions, Saya could only complain helplessly, "This organization is so lax. How can they define me based solely on my appearance?"

Although the similarity is only slightly higher, everything needs to be based on evidence, right?

"There's a vampire locked up next door. His daily hobbies are killing people and driving a steamroller. Do you want me to introduce him to you?"

Responding seriously to Sōyū's吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic remarks), the silver-haired man took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. After hesitating for a moment, he did not take out a lighter to light it.

"no need."

Since that's been said, it means that no matter how Sawa explains, he can't prove his innocence.

Upon hearing that there really was a vampire locked up next door, Saya's facial muscles twitched slightly. This research institution seemed a bit better than he had imagined.

If they can even capture legendary creatures like vampires, then these guys must be quite capable.

Saya, who subconsciously overlooked why a vampire's hobbies were killing people and driving a road roller, sighed.

Things are getting more and more complicated.

"Brother, why don't we just kill him? What's with all the nonsense?"

Upon hearing Sawa's answer, which completely disregarded their questions, the square-faced man instinctively reached into his robes, clearly indicating he was not a very good-tempered person.

"..."

"Let's observe for a few days first. This guy should still have some research value. At the very least, Doctor, you should be very interested in the material of the armor he's wearing, right?"

The silver-haired man raised the unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, and after his hawk-like eyes swept over the pumpkin on Saya's head, he spoke.

The slightly overweight man who had been silent all along nodded and grabbed the arm of the square-faced man who had reached into his arms.

"Since you claim you are not the Headless Horseman, then what do you consider yourself to be? If you are truly human, then you must have your own name, right?"

The silver-haired man, who was looking down at Saya's somewhat ferocious pumpkin head, questioned him.

"Isn't it polite to introduce yourself before asking someone's identity?"

Sōyū shrugged. He didn't know what material the chains binding him were made of; even moving his shoulders was difficult enough.

However, it was only then that Saya saw the dark green eyes on the angular face in front of him, and it seemed that he was of mixed race.

However, he has a pretty good temperament. If this were in the original world of Sasuke, this kind of handsome middle-aged man persona would probably be quite popular.

"I've heard that the Headless Horseman can call out the names of the dying and take their souls away. Is he trying to use this ability to coerce me?"

The silver-haired man straightened up as he casually stopped his subordinate, who was about to draw his gun and blow the head off this strange man who dared to try to sabotage his boss.

“I’ve already told you that you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I don’t really want to explain something again.”

He rolled his eyes in annoyance, and Saku was truly convinced.

There were too many coincidences, and even he himself began to doubt whether he had really transmigrated into the headless horseman monster.

"Qingjiu, those are my men over there, Vodka."

After a moment's thought, the silver-haired man uttered two names to Saya that were clearly just code names.

But for Sayu, it was like the shock of a Creeper detonating ten TNTs right in front of him.

No wonder I felt like I recognized how these two talked. Don't think I wouldn't recognize you just because you're wearing a disguise.

Numbly turning his head, Saya looked at the last man, a somewhat chubby man with a large belly, who was called the Doctor.

"Dr. Ali, please give me your guidance."

Haha, you still say you're not the mastermind? Well, I've got the evidence now.

Sawa, who had forgotten how to make a sarcastic remark, twitched at the corner of his mouth, gaining a deeper understanding of his situation.

A brewery in a bizarre world? Does that mean the next step will be the fun "Who's the mole?" segment?

Regardless, let's get out of here first.

Saya, who had made up his mind to leave this organization which was definitely dangerous, collapsed on the bed, his identity suddenly revealed, which caught him somewhat off guard.

Although I don't know how many years I've spent in the blocky world, and my memories of the anime I watched back then are long gone, this thing is simply the childhood of Sawa's generation.

Not to mention the joke about the entire brewery being a traitor.

"It's time for you to say your name."

Even though she knew that what Saya said was not very credible, Haruyuki, who still wanted to get some information out of him, glanced at him and said.

There aren't many weirdos as easy to talk to and not crazy as Sawa, or rather, besides him, maybe only the guy locked up downstairs.

But the more this is the case, the more vigilant Haruyu must be against Saya.

"Me? My name is..."

Saya gave a wry smile. The personalities and appearances of these guys matched those of the original beings, but unfortunately, their names were slightly different, making it impossible for him to be sure whether he had actually entered the world of that Detective Conan.

You know, although there are more murders in that world, it's still based on science.

Well, except for the Japanese captain.

This excludes high-tech soccer balls used by elementary school students.

However, if you think about it carefully, perhaps that elementary school student himself is a walking anomaly, causing death wherever he goes. It would be unreasonable to say that it has nothing to do with him.

“I’m a protégé of Steve, so you can call me Steve, or you can call me by my code name, 626.”

Saya, deciding to go with the flow and adapt to local customs, replied with a mischievous attitude.

Dr. Ali, who was standing to the side, scratched his head after hearing Saya's answer.

This name.

It looks like a dog.

Chapter Three: Master Zuo is going to take on ten!

After questioning Saya about the strange events without getting any answers, Harujiu led the other two out of the room where he was being held.

"I hope that next time I come, you can give me a reason to prove your worth. Otherwise, I think my underlings would be happy to vacate this lab to detain other guys."

This was Haruyu's final warning to Saya.

The problem is that this whole thing was wrong from the start. Sawa really has nothing to do with weird stuff, so how is he supposed to prove himself?

So naturally, the moment Sawa heard the laboratory door close, he made up his mind to escape from there.

Then the most pressing issue arises.

He lowered his head. The chains binding him were made of some unknown material, and no matter how much Zuoyou struggled, they seemed unable to loosen in the slightest.

"This is really troublesome."

Zuo You felt a pang of nostalgia for his square right hand, which he would never let go of back then. If he could still keep that state, wouldn't he be able to smash that chain in no time?

Just as Sawa had this thought, he was surprised to find that a square, baguette-like object slowly rose up in the lower right corner of his line of sight.

"..."

Sawa is very familiar with this thing, extremely familiar with it.

After all, it was with this hand that he dug through the entire lower realm.

But the problem is that Sawa can clearly feel that his right hand, which was properly tied to the bed, has suddenly grown an arm.

As Sawa instinctively tried to control the arm and wave it slightly, he was surprised to find that as his blocky arm made a slight waving motion, a very obvious crack appeared on the ceiling above his head.

Great, works just as well as before.

I looked down and checked myself; there were no extra parts.

This arm seems to be something that can only be seen from his perspective; in other words, to use a somewhat chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) way of describing it.

Could this be called the invisible hand?

The clones that were created through the process are barely acceptable.

As Sōyū stopped moving, the cracks that had appeared on the ceiling slowly began to heal.

"So, if I use this arm, I'm still following the rules of that world?"

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Sawa's eyes.

Nothing could make him happier than retaining his old cheat codes, especially in this world that doesn't seem very safe. More power means more security.

However, there were still some things that disappointed Saya.

He wasn't sure if it was a problem with the default key bindings, but when he tried to switch items out of his backpack, they could only appear on his currently bound arm.