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

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Leaving the art museum.

The afternoon sun was a bit too bright, and there were few pedestrians on the street.

The asphalt road was scorching hot under the sun, and from a distance it appeared vaguely distorted. The cicadas in the trees also sounded listless.

Chen Nuo wandered aimlessly along the sidewalk, searching his body for information about the original owner of the body.

After all, besides figuring out how to dispose of this dangerous package of weapons, he also had an urgent problem to solve: he needed to find out who he really was as soon as possible.

Soon, Chen Nuo found a student ID in his shirt pocket.

Before he could even see the words on the student ID clearly, his gaze was immediately drawn to that somewhat familiar face.

The person in the photo has short black hair, handsome features, and a confident smile on his face, giving the impression of a male protagonist from a Japanese anime.

But the problem is.

How come this face looks exactly like Shinichi Kudo?!

Chen Nuo immediately ran to the car parked on the side of the road and looked at himself in the mirror through the car window.

Although it was probably a deliberate disguise, and although he looked much more haggard than the person in the photo, his face was basically identical to the person in the photo.

Looking at the familiar face before him, a voice message immediately flashed through Chen Nuo's mind—

I am Shinichi Kudo, a high school detective. While at an amusement park with my childhood friend Ran Mouri...

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Though its body has shrunk, its mind remains sharp. An all-knowing detective, this cunning frog keeps touching your belly!

That monologue that appears at the beginning of every theatrical release.

However, something was strange; the name on the student ID wasn't Shinichi Kudo, but rather—

Daimon Goro.

Mihana High School, Class X, Year X.

The student ID card didn't provide much information, and it seemed that the original owner was just an ordinary student.

But his face, which was exactly the same as Shinichi Kudo's, along with the bomb in his backpack, made Chen Nuo feel that the original owner's identity was not as simple as it seemed.

Damn it, why didn't I inherit any memories?

Chen Nuo put away her student ID, wanting to look for any other useful information.

Just then.

Suddenly, half an arm stretched out from the corner of the alley not far ahead.

Her snow-white, slender arms, glistening in the sunlight, had a translucent quality, and her long, delicate fingers gently hooked at him twice.

It probably means they're calling him over.

Chen Nuo thought to himself, "Here it comes."

I knew it! How could a high school student possibly have access to such dangerous weapons? There must be a team and accomplices behind him.

Chen Nuo walked over cautiously.

Before he could even turn the corner, the other person grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall.

A sharp pain shot through him as his back hit the concrete wall. A strand of silky hair brushed against his cheek, and his nostrils were instantly filled with the pleasant scent of shampoo.

Chen Nuo instinctively wanted to retaliate.

But when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he was stunned and stood there.

Ran Mouri must have run over; her ample bosom heaved violently beneath her sweatshirt, fine beads of sweat clung to her delicate nose, and her cheeks were flushed from exercise.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" Ran Mouri looked at him with the eyes of an abandoned puppy.

"Um... Miss Mori?"

"Miss Mori?" Ran Mori's expression turned unfriendly. "Are you still acting? Don't you know that you completely exposed your true colors as a deduction maniac when you were making your deductions just now, Mr. Kudo?"

Chen Nuo then realized why Ran Mouri had an angry expression on her face and was gesturing with an axe when he was making his deductions earlier.

They probably mistook him for Shinichi Kudo.

But the key point is that he's really not Shinichi Kudo; he's not even from this world.

Chen Nuo took a deep breath and explained, "You really misunderstood. My name is Daimon Goro, not the high school detective Kudo Shinichi you mentioned, although we do look a bit alike."

Ran Mouri looked completely incredulous.

Chen Nuo took out his student ID from his pocket and handed it to her.

Ran Mouri took the student ID, looked it over, and then looked surprised.

Chen Nuo looked her in the eye sincerely: "There are many people in this world who look alike, right?"

Ran frowned: "Shinichi, have you gotten into some trouble? Why did you change your name?"

Chen Nuo was speechless.

I thought to myself, "Isn't this obvious?"

Just as Chen Nuo was pondering how to explain things clearly...

A cell phone rang from the backpack containing a shotgun and bombs that had fallen to the ground at his feet.

He hadn't had time to search carefully, and he didn't expect there to be a cell phone hidden inside the bomb.

In this situation, if I open the backpack, Ran Mouri will definitely see the weapons inside.

At that time...

He'll probably be taken to the police station.

The narrow alley was a bit stuffy, the wind blew leaves to the corner of the wall, and the crisp ringtone of a cell phone rang repeatedly.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" Xiaolan glanced at the gym bag on the ground.

Chen Nuo: "It wasn't an important call."

Ran looked down at her toes, her bangs obscuring her expression: "Why...why do you keep everything from me? Shinichi..."

I've already told you, I'm not Shinichi Kudo, I'm Goro Daimon!

Chen Nuo thought to himself, "What do you mean?"

"I want to see what case you've been investigating behind my back all this time." Xiaolan suddenly reached for her sports bag on the ground.

"Wait a moment!"

Chen Nuo was startled and pounced on him to grab the sports bag.

However, because Ran Mouri made the first move, he missed and his fingertips brushed against her soft, silky hair.

Then I looked up again.

Xiaolan had already grabbed the backpack and was backing away while pulling on the zipper.

Having no other choice, Chen Nuo charged forward again.

With both of Ran Mouri's hands occupied, she had no choice but to use a karate side kick to force him back.

boom!

Chen Nuo's hands went numb from the shock.

He then realized that the girl in front of him was someone who could easily shatter cement poles.

Damn it, I was almost fooled by her gentle appearance.

However, if Ran sees what's in the bag, given Ran's personality in the original work, it feels like even if Shinichi Kudo really came, she probably wouldn't escape being taken to the police station.

In desperation, Chen Nuo thought of his cheat code.

He wanted to use his teeth to rush up and catch her off guard so he could snatch the bag back.

But halfway there, he realized he didn't have a knife in his hand, so he couldn't use the skill.

Damn it, what kind of half-finished cheat is this?

However, having already charged forward, Chen Nuo had no choice but to engage in another exchange with Ran Mouri.

But this time he was smarter. Instead of confronting her head-on, he dodged her attack and grabbed her ankle.

Xiaolan's ankles are very slender and smooth to the touch, unlike the feet of someone who practices karate year-round.

Through her fair skin, faint blue veins could be seen on the instep of her feet. Her toes were pointed straight, and her neatly trimmed nails reflected a diamond-like brilliance in the sunlight.

At this moment, Chen Nuo suddenly remembered another entry he had just unearthed.

The moment he had a thought, his hand moved unconsciously.

This time, there was no failure.

Xiaolan stopped unpacking.

A faint blush rose to her pale cheeks as she stared at him in disbelief.

"Huh? Why are you taking off my shoes?"

Chapter 2 Ran Mouri's Footprints are a Battlefield

I have to say, this cheat is really effective.

When Chen Nuo came to his senses, he had already removed the enemy's armor.

At this moment, he was holding Ran Mouri's high-heeled sandals in one hand and grabbing her fair little foot that was being kicked at him with the other.

Unlike before when I gripped his ankle.

This time, he grabbed half of Ran Mouri's foot.

He only realized when he held it in his hand that Ran Mouri's feet were actually very small, slightly cool to the touch, and smooth and soft like squeezing a piece of tofu that had just been put in the refrigerator.

The soft flesh on the soles of their paws is just like the paw pads of a kitten, and it feels very similar to touch.