I'm in Detective Conan, but it's a chaotic battlefield.

I'm in Detective Conan, but it's a chaotic battlefield.

Author: I Laugh at the Sun

Summary:

My name is Chen Nuo. I accidentally traveled into the world of Detective Conan and became a peripheral member of the winery.

Gin is my boss.

He would always assign me some difficult tasks, and then look at me with a regretful expression when I came back alive.

I think maybe he's training me?

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My family has a temple, but we don't have a single disciple.

My neighbors all say I look a lot like high school detective Shinichi Kudo, so they often ask me to find their cats.

I think being a detective might be a good way to disguise one's identity.

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I also have a girlfriend named Shiho Miyano.

She is gentle, beautiful, and has a great figure. She likes to eat peanut and blueberry jam sandwiches and wear black low-cut high heels.

She will cook for me and clean the dojo, but she will not accept any of my romantic requests.

Moreover, they often fed me strange drugs and always looked at me like I was a lab rat.

I think this might be her way of expressing her love?

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This is all the information I've gathered over the past few days, and my main goal going forward is—

1. Finish off Gin.

2. Figure out why I look exactly like Shinichi Kudo.

3. Crush Shirley, who used me as a guinea pig, underfoot!

P.S.: Ruthless! Ruthless! Stomp!

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The plan started off smoothly. Gin had already started to see me as a useful cannon fodder, and I had also found clues about the mystery of my appearance.

But just as I was preparing to carry out the last plan.

A beautiful girl named Ran Mouri found me.

then,

The tragic love triangle between my girlfriend and someone else's childhood sweetheart thus began.

Sharks from the deep sea

Chapter 1: The Encounter at the Art Museum is a Battleground

"The murderer is Mr. Kubota!"

Chen Nuo was half asleep when he heard an uncle shouting at the top of his lungs.

The image of Kogoro Mouri's signature smile—the one with his tongue sticking out—immediately popped into his mind.

Then,

Information about this case came to mind almost instantly, without me even having to think about it.

—A medieval suit of armor that can move.

—Mihana Sword Saint, Director Ochiai.

As for childhood trauma, that's long gone.

Perhaps it's because he's watched Detective Conan too many times, or maybe his resistance has increased with age.

To be honest, Chen Nuo quite misses the version of himself that would be so scared of corpses that he wouldn't dare go to the toilet at night.

Although I was timid back then, I was happy.

Chen Nuo has a habit of leaving his computer on while he sleeps, playing random episodes of Detective Conan as soothing music.

This habit may have started when he experienced the harsh realities of society and realized that he was just an ordinary person.

It's like hearing the voices of characters from Detective Conan allows him to temporarily revert to his omnipotent self from his childhood.

When Chen Nuo came to his senses, the plot had already entered the middle and later stages.

Next up should be Conan solving the case.

Chen Nuo checked his physical condition; he was a little sleepy, but barely met the minimum standard for being suitable for part-time work.

Take a deep breath.

Chen Nuo sat up abruptly, squinting as she reached for her phone on the bedside table.

hiss--

A sharp pain shot through my fingertips.

He looked down and realized that what he was holding was not a cell phone.

It was not a statue of a demon.

The statue is the size of a Coca-Cola bottle, with a ferocious face and sharp bone spikes at the top of its outstretched wings.

His fingers were cut by these sharp spikes.

The shallow wound immediately began to bleed, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.

Chen Nuo felt as if he had walked into a slaughterhouse.

Something is wrong!

Chen Nuo immediately realized that such a small amount of bleeding could not possibly have such a strong smell of blood. Besides, when did I ever have spare money to buy this kind of thing?

Where's my phone?!

He felt a vague unease because he hadn't deleted his browsing history from last night.

But then again, that female bodhisattva last night was really...

Chen Nuo hurriedly looked down to find his phone, but upon looking around, he realized that he was no longer in the familiar home he knew.

He found himself sitting on the floor of a haunted house that resembled an escape room, the rough stone floor hard and cold.

The lighting here is dim, and the surroundings are filled with artworks that are artistic but, upon closer inspection, somewhat eerie.

The surrounding life-size statues with grotesque faces created a very oppressive atmosphere.

However, the cramped room was now crowded with people, making a lot of noise, which actually dispelled much of the fear from the environment.

Chen Nuo looked in the direction of the sound.

A middle-aged man in a blue suit and with a small mustache stood in the center, talking eloquently. He was surrounded by many people dressed in police uniforms from Japanese dramas.

Behind that group of people, a fat man was pinned to the wall with a sword, blood slowly dripping down his trouser leg and pooling into a small, sticky puddle at his feet.

In front of that pool of blood, squatted a child of about 7 years old, whose intelligence was extraordinary even from his back.

The child seemed to be wearing an invisibility cloak; he was so close to the corpse that the police didn't stop him.

Chen Nuo looked at the familiar scene before him and pinched his injured finger hard.

It felt like the stinging pain you get when you're getting blood drawn at the hospital, coming from your fingertips.

This also confirms one thing—

He crossed.

Before he could react, Chen Nuo saw a uniformed police officer notice that he had woken up and walk over to ask, "You're awake? How are you feeling?"

Chen Nuo answered subconsciously, "It's okay, just a little dizzy."

Only after he finished speaking did he realize that the other person was speaking Japanese, and he was also replying in Japanese.

Unfortunately, he had just searched his memory and found no recollection of this body.

"Inspector Megure, the tourist who fainted from fright has woken up." While Chen Nuo was still in a daze, the officer had already run over to report.

Inspector Megure: "Is that the tourist who was so scared by the corpse that he wet his pants? Go ask him if he saw any information."

So scared that he wet his pants?

Chen Nuo's expression changed slightly. He pretended to squat down to tie his shoelaces while secretly glancing at his pants.

There were no strange water stains on it, and—

Very big.

The faint unease in Chen Nuo's heart was immediately dispelled.

When a person suddenly finds themselves in an unfamiliar environment, having a skill to rely on can bring a great sense of security.

Even if the skill's purpose isn't exactly legitimate.

"The tourist who wet his pants has been taken to the hospital. This victim collapsed in another exhibition hall," the officer explained.

"Oh, well, let's ask him then." Inspector Megure seemed uninterested.

Chen Nuo looked up and saw the chubby police officer glancing at him from a distance, but the place was very dark, so he didn't feel any sense of oppression.

But how should you answer the police's questions?

Why don't you just pretend to have amnesia?

Many characters in the online novels he read in his past life used this method, so it's probably effective.

As Chen Nuo finished tying his shoelaces and was about to stand up, two slender, white legs suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Her fair, bare feet were encased in white strappy sandals, and faint blue veins could be seen through the skin on the instep. Her toenails were also neatly trimmed.