The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 1 It took me ten years to realize that I was in Conan
(Before watching, it is recommended to check the CYZ Alliance archives related to the work - Conan World View-001)

The god of investment, literary master, collector, and stock market killer.

These are the fates of the time travelers, each one stronger than the other, with higher identities and status than the other.

As a time traveler who has two identities: an orphan and a college student.

When Lin Sheng discovered that the development of the two worlds was almost the same, he knew it was his turn to show his talents.

After all, the sun is still the sun, and the planets are still the planets.

Nothing has changed except that there is one more time traveler.

Lin Sheng has certainly also tried to explore the possible "other side" of the world.

However, he is not like those time travelers who throw away their memories of the future and go alone to famous mountains and rivers or legendary places to seek Buddhism and ask for the way.

Not everyone can accurately pick up a ring or a scripture in the vast mountains.

Or maybe you run into a dragon and a coffin floating in the sky while traveling with classmates.

"Wealth, friends, Dharma and land."

The word "wealth" comes first.

Not to mention the convenience of life that having money brings, even if you want to look for opportunities, it is impossible to do without money on earth.

If you want to visit masters in famous mountains and rivers or deep forests, you must at least be able to afford the entrance fees to the scenic spots.

Not to mention, plane tickets, accommodation, tour guides, security equipment...

Which of the four things – food, clothing, housing and transportation – doesn’t cost money?

Ten years later, Lin Sheng's personal experience became as boring as those classic urban novels he read in his previous life.

Making a fortune through plagiarism, speculating in stocks and cryptocurrencies, building a presence on the internet, and investing in future tech companies...

Lin Sheng had tried every direction that any other urban traveler might try, and most of them were successful.

The truly astronomical wealth made Lin Sheng personally visit many places and send people to explore many folk legends.

But for a full ten years, nothing strange happened around the world.

There are no aliens, people with super powers, or immortal cultivators.

There are no Inhumans, Hogwarts, or Magnetic Field Masters either.

Even martial arts are merely defensive measures, and various meditation methods and Taoist techniques are one scam after another.

These bizarre actions even earned Lin Sheng the reputation of a "fool" or "seeker" in the domestic industry.

After all, not every boss would abandon an important meeting because of some groundless rumors.

But all this was just because of an inexplicable palpitation and irritability.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Lin Sheng would always feel inexplicably frightened.

Am I going to be trapped in such a boring world for the rest of my life?

A person who discovered the existence of another world, a time traveler who may have traveled through different universes, was trapped on a planet - and died of old age.

This is really ironic.

……

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Ota means that he hopes you can invest in building a detective theme park in Mika City."

"Yes, Lin-san. I believe that once this park is completed, its revenue will definitely surpass that of Tokyo's Dorobiga Tropical Park!"

Oota Xiaochuan tried hard to sell his ideas to Lin Sheng in his poor Chinese.

"Surveys show that support and popularity for detective themes have reached new heights, which will definitely bring you over $10 billion in revenue!"

Lin Sheng was still immersed in the daily report given to him by his expedition team yesterday.

He then realized that today's project was a Japanese investment project, and it seemed to be a project similar to Disneyland?
But why does this place sound so familiar?
Detective? Rice Flower City? Dorobiga Tropical Paradise?
It sounds familiar, very familiar, extremely familiar.

It sounded so familiar that Lin Sheng felt a little dizzy.

A wooden door in an anime style suddenly appeared in Lin Sheng's mind.

It was a creaky wooden door, brass-clad, set into a dungeon wall that had a faint, charred smell and a burning torch.

"Especially the sleeping detective who has become very famous recently!" Ota Xiaochuan continued.

"You might not know this, but Mr. Maori Kogoro is very famous, and I've studied the audience growth rate for detective stories, and I think this will definitely be a future trend!"

The old wooden door suddenly creaked open. Rice Flower Market, the sleeping Kogoro, the famous detective...

The good news is that after ten years of hard searching, we finally got the truth about the world today because of a coincidence.

The bad news is, it's actually that terrifying world of Detective Conan where he's killed countless people and the god of death is alive...

Lin Sheng's expression suddenly froze, and everyone present could see that a look of horror suddenly appeared on Lin Sheng's face.

He stood up suddenly, his voice trembling with excitement: "What did you say!"

The relatively warm atmosphere was thrown into an ice bucket, and the magnificent conference hall suddenly turned into a murder movie set.

But it’s no wonder that Lin Sheng reacted so strongly.

After all, everyone who has watched Conan anime knows——

In the Conan world, the president and the boss of a conglomerate have professions with a mortality rate that is "a little bit higher than a billion."

And if the boss happens to be a detective writer, then it is even more likely that two situations will occur:
Refuse in the morning and have a feast in the afternoon.

Agree in the morning and have the feast in the afternoon.

Lin Sheng instantly felt that there might be a needle coated with "cyanide" hidden in the stool under his butt, or the stool might be made of cyanide.

In just a moment, the poor salesman's back and forehead were drenched in sweat.

Datian Xiaochuan stood there at a loss, completely unaware of what he had done wrong. He had only said four sentences so far.

But the most important thing now is to apologize to Party A.

“Private Marseille!”

Oota Xiaochuan took a deep breath and bowed, forcing a stiff smile at the corners of his mouth, trying to make it look like a sincere apology.

Now the only thought in his mind was how he could make amends.

But my thoughts uncontrollably wander to all the unpleasant things I've experienced in the workplace.

The family’s mortgage bill due next month.

Pressured by his boss, he drank too much and got hungover.

Under the illumination of the high-hanging crystal chandelier.

Not sure if it was an illusion or the shadow caused by the light, Lin Sheng always felt that Datian Xiaochuan's body seemed to have become darker in color, just like his shadow.

So although I was happy to find that my world was not an ordinary "urban" world, the more important thing now was not to let Conan come here to film a scene.

I am not in Japan now, but I am cautious after years of ups and downs in the business world.

Lin Sheng felt that an apology was still necessary.

"I just suddenly thought of something else. It's not Mr. Ota's fault. I made a mistake."

He recalled how he pronounced water in his previous life when chatting with his friends in a group: "Do you know what a drum washing machine is?"

"You mean くどうしんいち! He's one of the most famous detectives in Japan!"

As a detective fan, Xiaochuan reacted immediately even though Lin Sheng's pronunciation was a bit unstandard.

Considering this might be his only chance to keep his job.

With reluctance, he took out the "event book" and "blueprint" that he had treasured for a long time from his briefcase.

These are the clippings of various cases that I collected with great effort, as well as my own area design for the entire detective amusement park.

He originally planned to use it to show and introduce it to Lin Sheng.

The dense annotations on the drawings and the newspaper clippings as thick as a finger reveal this extraordinary passion.

"Anyway, as an apology, I am willing to give this incident book to Mr. Lin."

"I believe Mr. Lin will be impressed by the detective stories I have recorded!"

Then, after this little "episode", Xiaochuan saw——

This is the Kami of the investment world, a famous novelist, a renowned collector, an industrialist, and a fierce tiger in the international stock market.

After turning the first page of his treasured "treasure"——

A look of joy (difficult expression) on his face.

(End of this chapter)