Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

He does not need to work. His identity, accommodation and living expenses are all provided by another black player, Aoyagi Akimitsu. All he has to give is to share the animal messenger and obey the other party's orders when necessary.

Sanlunhe didn't mind living off a gigolo, but this gigolo was even more terrifying than eight eggs mixed with potassium cyanide. While he was eating with his knees weak, he was planning to start making money on his own - this way, when he was kneeling, he could at least keep his back straighter and perhaps argue a few words.

Since Miwa Kazuya didn't want to go out to work, he became a plagiarist just like Hojo Touka did in the past. His plagiarized masterpiece was published a few months ago and successfully made it to the top of the bestseller list.

Aoyagi Akimitsu congratulated him, bought the hardcover edition to show his support, and said that he would definitely follow the drama if it was made into a TV series. He then invited Miwa Kazuya to return to Japan, where he had once caused a big disaster and whose wanted posters were currently posted at various stations.

Miwa Kazuya was very unhappy and wanted to reject this "invitation".

However, after saying so many words, he finally said what he meant.

"Okay, when do we leave?"

……

【Gluttony: I'm in Japan. 】

[Rage: Do you need me to provide you with a place to stay? ]

[Gluttony: No, I want to stay in Mihua’s hotel for a few days. ]

Faced with the generosity and kindness of his teammates, Miwa Kazuya responded carefully and remained very calm.

As a writer who debuted with mystery and suspense works, it is normal for him to stay for a few days in this place that is said to have the highest crime rate in Japan, experience the crime atmosphere up close, and use it as material for inspiration, right?

It's not like they just gave up after realizing they couldn't escape and just lay down in the eye of the typhoon.

After not receiving a reply for a long while, Miwa Kazuya put his phone aside and started packing his things in his hotel room.

As an ordinary otaku who doesn't have strong material desires, he doesn't have many clothes or other luggage. Miwa Kazuya put his laptop computer on the table and turned it on, and then his cell phone rang.

"Hey?"

"Teacher, it's me."

A voice that I heard downstairs a few minutes ago came clearly.

Miwa Kazuya's scalp tingled. For a moment, he regretted running to Mikado. "Kamio? Do you have something to talk to me about?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, but how is the manuscript going? It's due in three weeks."

Miwa Kazuya silently turned to the computer desktop.

He has two laptops, the one in front of him is used for writing, and the other one is only for games. He dare not use them together, for fear that he will open the game while writing, and the day will pass like this.

There were only some common software on the desktop of the writing machine. Sanlun Heye opened the newly created unnamed folder, looked at the blank space in silence for a second, and then returned to the desktop.

He looked at the newly created folder and said seriously, "Don't worry, we have made some progress."

"Is your new work still a mystery? Everyone has given very good reviews to "Day and Night Chase". After the TV series airs next week, there will be a new round of traffic. If you speed up the publication of the second part, the sales of the work and your reputation will be further improved..."

Miwa Kazuya, who waited for six years in reality without any follow-up until he traveled through time, said: "Well, I know this, but the new work is not this."

"Can you tell me about the subject matter?"

"…Sorry, I can't do that for now."

How could he reveal something he hadn’t even thought of yet?

Miwa Kazuya said a few more words and finally managed to get the editor off his back. He hung up the phone and concentrated on packing up the remaining things.

……

Time flies to night.

The editor didn't call again, and Aoyagi Akimichi didn't send any messages. Instead, the director of the TV series sent an email, inviting Miwa Kazuya out for a drink.

Miwa Kazuya was very disgusted with the drinking culture. He knew that some aspects of Japan were no less serious than this, so he simply refused on the grounds that he was allergic to alcohol.

It was past 7 o'clock in the evening and Sanluo Kazuya felt hungry. He recalled the dinner he had seen in the manual just now, but found that it was not to his liking, so he picked up his mobile phone and room card and planned to go out for a meal.

Now is the transition period from winter to spring, the temperature is gradually rising, and some girls on the street are wearing skirts.

Kazuya Miwa was walking alone on the street. This hotel was very close to the Beika Commercial Street. Looking up, you could see a myriad of billboards with flashing lights. It was very prosperous.

Faced with this prosperous scene, Miwa Kazuya felt helpless.

Many things flashed through his mind: troublesome games, troublesome situations, terrible teammates, troublesome editors, troublesome deadlines...

The player, who had no family or belonging in this world, walked aimlessly. He passed through the crowd and stopped in front of a huge screen in a shopping mall.

It did not show the heart-pounding daily life of Rice Flower, but a live magic show.

Although the magician had a moustache, one could still tell that he looked almost exactly like a mystery novelist.

"The comeback performance of the legendary magician Kuroba Toichi!"

The host's excited voice came through the screen, and Miwa Kazuya kept his head up and fell silent.

This may be the only thing that makes him feel good about Aoyagi Akimitsu. Under the promotion of that black-hearted monster, the zoo organization was basically destroyed, and Kuroba Toichi can go home.

Thinking of the Kuroba family, Miwa Kazuya felt a little melancholy.

Kaito found his father and the Kuroba family was reunited, so the second generation of Kaito Kid, the magician under the moon shadow, should not appear again.

It's a pity that he is wanted, and his bank account, mobile phone number, and email address are all under surveillance and can no longer be used. Otherwise, as a friend, he should have sent a message to congratulate the other party...

Miwa Kazuya sighed helplessly, turned into an alley, stopped thinking about his old friends, and continued to think about the most important problem at hand - how to submit the manuscript.

He booked a hotel for a week, really intending to observe the rice flowers carefully to find inspiration.

However, nothing happened from the time they arrived at Beihua to the time they were on the night road just now, which made Sanwa Kazuya a little hesitant.

Although Hojo Tobiko has complained more than once that Conan is the god of death, he thinks it's okay. It may be that he has only watched some animations, and one case in one or several episodes is a very common unit drama format. He can't see where Mika is in danger at all.

As for what I just heard in the hall, perhaps it was just an exaggeration under the accumulated reports.

As this thought flashed through Miwa Kazuya's mind, he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from above.

He looked up blankly, and saw a piece of steel bar falling from the sky and hitting him!

Miwa Kazuya: “…”

Miwa Kazuya: “???!!!”

Chapter 254: Mika's Shark Man Motives

Sanluanhe is also an ordinary person.

An ordinary person who has not received any special training and has not even had much physical exercise, facing a steel bar falling from the sky, he can only stand there stupidly.

“Brother, it’s dangerous!!”

From a distance, Sanwa Kazuya heard someone calling him. The voice sounded very childish, like that of a child.

Before he could come to his senses, the other party had already pounced on him, and several small hands pressed on his body, trying to grab him and push him to the ground.

"Boom!!"

The piece of steel bar hit the place where Miwa Kazuya had originally stood.

Miwa Kazuya fell backwards. He didn't even have time to see who was on top of him. Almost at the same time as the steel bar fell to the ground, the back of his head hit the ground and his right ankle unfortunately twisted.

He soon fainted.

Before he fainted, he had only one thought in his mind.

——Who on earth could knock him unconscious despite his protective aura? !

Is it some original character??!

……

When Miwa Kazuya woke up again, it was already the next morning.

He felt a little dizzy and when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a round face and an orange hat.

Miwa Kazuya was stunned for a second, and thought the other person looked familiar: "Excuse me, who are you...?"

The other party coughed and took out a certificate.

"Hello, Mr. Lu Ren, I am Inspector Megure Jusan of the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division. I would like to ask you about the details of yesterday's falling object incident."

Hearing the last name, coupled with the iconic hat, Miwa Kazuya immediately remembered who the other person was: "Oh, ok...huh??"

Miwa Kazuya remembered what happened before he fainted - the steel bars falling from the sky and the kind-hearted person who saved him - and sat up quickly.

He looked at his current clothes, current bed, and current room in confusion, looked around blankly, and said stupidly: "Where am I now?"

Seeing him so startled, Megure Jusan turned worriedly to the person in the white coat next to him.

"Doctor, is he not in good condition? Do you need to check him again?"

The doctor picked up the report and read it again: "No, I'm sure he just has a common concussion and a sprained ankle. He will be discharged from the hospital in a few days... Maybe it was because it happened suddenly and it was the first time he encountered such a thing, so he didn't react."

While they were talking, Miwa Kazuya quickly checked his condition. He was now wearing a hospital gown, with a bandage on his head and several layers of bandages around his right ankle.

He grabbed his phone, which was filled with various messages of concern from editors and publishers. The number of red dots could drive someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder crazy. There were messages from teammates in the group chat.

[Raging: I saw the breaking news last night. You were in the hospital? ]

Miwa Kazuya: “…”

He finally understood what was happening.

Last night he went out to eat, and when he was passing an alley, steel bars fell from the sky. A kind-hearted person tackled him, and he was not killed, but because his head hit the ground, he was still hospitalized...

...Wait, rebar? What's that?

Miwa Kazuya realized it later. He looked at Megure Jusan, the Conan world policeman whom he knew before he traveled through time.

"Was yesterday's incident an accident or was it intentional?"

Megure Jusan saw that he had reacted and opened the police manual in his hand. The doctor saw that they started to take a statement and took the initiative to leave the room.

"We can't rule out an accident, but the possibility of human error is very high. At the time, the onlookers nearby saw someone on the roof, but he disappeared after the accident. No one saw his specific appearance... I came here to confirm some information with you. Are you ready to cooperate with me now?"

Miwa Kazuya nodded: "Okay."

However, he didn't know what he could say.

His current identity [Lu Renjia] was given by Aoyagi Akimitsu, a young Japanese-American who used to live in the United States. His biggest connection with Japan is that he just published a novel and is now traveling here. He has no enemies at all.

It can't be that he's out to kill him just because he's been a nephew of the publishing house for too long, occupied the bestseller list for too long, and refused dinner parties more than once, right?