Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

"Yesterday in Beihua Park, the body of a man who had been killed from behind with a sharp knife was found."

"The last robber of the 10 billion yen robbery committed suicide at the Port of Beika last night. All three members have been confirmed dead, and the lost money has been recovered."

"Recently, there have been a number of home invasions and murders near Beihua 10-chome. Most of the victims are elderly people living alone. Citizens are requested to strengthen their precautions..."

On the first floor of the New Rice Flower Hotel, a brown-haired young man wearing a baseball cap who was checking in heard three pieces of rice flower news broadcast on the TV in the lobby. His hand, which was about to take the room card, stopped in mid-air and the card fell with a click.

The receptionist was stunned for a moment, picked up the card and handed it out again, with a hint of confusion on her face.

"Mr. Lu Ren, do you have any questions?"

The brown-haired young man came back to his senses, laughed dryly and reached out to take the room card: "Nothing...thank you."

The lady at the front desk showed her signature service smile again: "We will send your luggage to the room later. If you want to order dinner, you can call the room directly."

"Okay." The young man nodded.

He casually put the room card into his pocket and did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he picked up a hotel brochure and looked at the room delivery service and specific dishes while continuing to listen to the TV news.

The next guest came forward to check in. He gave the name and number he used when making the reservation and waited for the front desk to verify it. While waiting, he casually glanced at the brown-haired young man.

Then his eyes paused for a moment.

"...Sir, may I ask if I have seen you somewhere before?"

The new hotel guest, who was a publishing editor, looked at the brown-haired young man and his brows gradually furrowed.

The brown-haired young man shuddered and quickly pulled the brim of his hat down even lower. "Hey, how is that possible? You definitely got the wrong person. I've been abroad and just returned to Japan today."

Under the other person's thoughtful gaze, the brown-haired young man left the lobby at a quick pace and rushed into the elevator.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the elevator door closed, pressed the floor where his room was, and then turned on his cell phone.

Although he was in an elevator with no signal, a group chat interface popped up without any lag, and on it were the messages he had sent not long ago.

【Gluttony: I'm in Japan. 】

The brown-haired young man, Kazuya Miwa, who switched to the black team, was chatting with the black team in the group. He sighed deeply at his face in the elevator mirror, which was 80% similar to his face in real life.

……

Two years ago, Kazuya Miwa was in trouble with the Japanese police. In anger, he launched a counterattack and successfully sent himself from the passerby camp to the black side, and started his life of being "kept" from then on.

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 he had heard downstairs a few minutes ago came clearly. Miwa Kazuya's scalp tingled, and 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: “???!!!” (End of this chapter)