Conan: What alias? That's my struggle!

Icy.

But there was no shaking.

This was Lin Ye's first sensation after regaining consciousness.

Without the convulsions of waking from a nightmare, without the hazy, confused state of consciousness, he simply opened his eyes, only to be met with a dim ceiling.

Where am I?

The moment Lin Ye opened his eyes, he was completely awake.

He realized he was holding someone in his arms.

To be precise, it was a woman.

The other person's soft hair clung to the side of his neck, an arm was draped around his waist, and through the thin pajamas, he could feel the warmth emanating from them—no, wait!

This body temperature is wrong!

it's too cold!

The coldness I felt just now came from the person in my arms!

The warm thing is something else!

"this……"

Lin Ye's breath hitched for a moment, a kind of instinctive alertness making the hairs on his body stand on end. He didn't move immediately, but held his breath.

Carefully savoring the feel of the fabric in my arms.

stiff.

The body was incredibly stiff.

"Damn it! The feel of the cadaver!"

As a medical student.

Lin Ye was immediately shocked.

He abruptly pulled his arm away from the other person, sat up almost as if he had been launched into the air, and reached for the bedside table—where there was usually a lamp.

This is true.

"Smack."

The warm yellow light came on, illuminating the bed.

Lin Ye looked down and saw the woman in his arms.

She was a young woman in her early twenties, with long hair scattered messily on the pillow. She had a pretty face, but her skin had an unnatural bluish-white hue.

The other person's eyes were half-open, pupils unfocused, and lips slightly parted, as if disturbed from a dream. An ice pick was stuck in her chest.

The ice pick was deeply embedded in the woman's heart, with only the thick handle protruding. The pajamas around the ice pick were soaked in blood, leaving dark brown stains.

And on the bed sheet.

It was a large, shocking expanse of dark red.

blood.

Lots of blood.

They are a source of warmth.

"No! This is wrong!"

Lin Ye's mind went blank.

He mechanically looked down at himself—his pajamas were also stained with blood, and there were dried bloodstains on his palms, arms, and even his face.

He just held the corpse like that.

Did you sleep all night?

"I killed someone!?"

Lin Ye trembled all over.

My brain is buzzing.

Realizing that he was holding a corpse, he immediately threw off the covers and jumped out of bed, staggering back two steps before his back hit the wall.

"Huff huff huff~ What's going on..." Lin Ye gasped for breath, staring intently at the corpse on the bed, his mind buzzing like a million bees.

Memories flashed through his mind like fragments—the sound of his roommate's keyboard as he played games in his university dormitory, lying in bed scrolling through his phone, seeing someone in the group chat inviting him to a cosplay convention.

His first attempt at cosplay was when he enthusiastically put on the rented cosplay outfit, and then... who would have thought that his first cosplay would be cosplaying a speed bump.

The screeching sound of brakes.

The impact force was enormous.

There was also dizziness, excruciating pain, and then darkness.

He is, of course, dead.

Lin Ye couldn't possibly be alive after being struck by the Great Knight of Apocalypse. Therefore, the only explanation for his current good health is that he has been reincarnated into someone else's body.

"I transmigrated into the body of a murderer, the kind who kills his bed partner at the drop of a hat?" Lin Ye forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart.

He had watched over a thousand episodes of "Detective Conan" and read six versions of "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes," so he knew he could definitely figure it out.

First, he traveled through time.

As a seasoned reader of online novels, this conclusion is not hard to come up with.

Secondly, he found himself at a murder scene. He was lying on a bed, holding a female corpse in his arms, covered in blood—from any angle, he was the prime suspect.

Third, and most importantly, he has no memory of his predecessor.

My mind is completely blank, like a formatted hard drive.

Aside from his original memories, he knew nothing about the identity, relationships, or experiences of this body. He didn't even know his name, where he lived, or what his relationship was with the deceased.

"The deceased had wounds, but I don't have a single wound. If I praise the Fools and get no response, then I'll most likely be seen as a deranged serial killer..."

Lin Ye activated his super intelligence to sort out his current situation. Then, he looked down at his blood-stained hands and felt a churning in his stomach.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"

Heavy breathing filled the empty room.

Lin Ye knew.

He needs to calm down.

We need to figure out the situation.

He staggered to the full-length mirror on the other side of the room, wanting to see what he looked like. The mirror reflected a young man of about twenty, handsome and elegant, but his face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with terror. His hair was disheveled, and there was a dried bloodstain on his cheek.

The front of her pajamas was almost completely soaked in blood.

Lin Ye did indeed look like a murderer who had just walked out of a murder scene.

"This appearance... good people usually don't grow up to be this handsome..." Lin Ye felt a heavy weight in his heart. He stared at the unfamiliar eyes in the mirror, desperately trying to recall any memories of this body. Who was the original owner? What did they do? Why were they here? Who was the woman in the bed?

There are too many questions.

But I can't remember any of the answers.

There was nothing in my mind.

It was as if an invisible wall had sealed away all the memories belonging to his predecessor. The harder he tried to think, the more his head ached, as if countless needles were pricking it.

"hateful……"

Lin Ye covered his forehead and closed his eyes in pain.

At that very moment—

【Ding! 】

A crisp notification sound rang in my mind.

"who!"

Lin Ye, like a startled bird, suddenly opened his eyes and looked around.

He and the corpse were the only people in the room.

There was no one else.

[System has detected host consciousness awakening and is binding... Binding complete.]

Welcome to the world of Detective Conan.

Lin Ye was stunned.

next second.

[The system has detected a distortion in the worldview of the host's world and is automatically matching the most suitable mechanism... Matching complete.]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the "A New Identity Every Week" system.]

What?

What? A new identity every week?

What is the world of science fiction?

Lin Ye's eyes widened, her mind a complete mess.

Before he could react...

"Da da da~"

Footsteps came from outside the door.

Immediately following was a young man's voice, carrying a hint of confidence and certainty:

"I, Shinichi Kudo, dare to swear on my honor that, if I'm not mistaken, Inspector Megure, you will find two bodies in this room that were killed by the murderer and whose identities were taken."

Shinichi Kudo.

The name struck Lin Ye's heart like a heavy hammer.

The high school form of the Grim Reaper Elementary School Student!

That reasoning maniac who dies wherever he goes!

Therefore, the world of Detective Conan is the world of Detective Conan! A world full of murders, where death follows wherever you go, where the Grim Reaper elementary school student brings death wherever he goes!

Lin Ye gradually came to understand everything.

however.

Before he could recover from the enormous shock...

"Click~"

It was accompanied by a soft sound.

The high school student who had studied lock picking in Hawaii opened the locked door with a speed that was unsettling even for someone with a police record.

Lin Ye didn't even have time to get dressed. The blinding light of a flashlight shone in, illuminating the room and also the blood-soaked Lin Ye standing in the center of the room, seemingly walking his bird.

"??????"

There were two people standing at the door.

One was a tall, handsome high school boy in a school uniform, with a signature confident smile on his face—it was Shinichi Kudo.

The other was a middle-aged man wearing a hat, a brown trench coat, and sporting his signature mustache—Inspector Megure.

Three people with six eyes, and that's how they matched up.

The air froze for a full three seconds.

Shinichi Kudo's smile froze on his face.

Inspector Megure's hand was already on his sidearm at his waist.

Lin Ye's mind went blank, and his lips moved uncontrollably. His super-intelligent brain explained the situation to him before his consciousness could react.

"Um... would you believe me if I said I just watched GG for thirty seconds and only recently respawned?"