Conan: What alias? That's my struggle!

Shinichi Kudo adjusts his mindset.

He then looked at the corpse on the bed.

The body died peacefully.

Of course, no one would jump up to defend him. So right now, it seems that only Shinichi Kudo in the entire room has noticed this awkward fact.

"The deceased didn't die from being overfed... My previous speculation was correct; a cover-up occurred here." Shinichi Kudo took a deep breath.

He tried to keep his expression calm.

Don't panic.

He's a high school detective, a man destined to become the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era. How could he be affected by such a trivial matter?

but--

That thing is really big!

Inspector Megure, how come you can't see that?!

Shinichi Kudo was internally screaming, but on the surface he could only maintain a stiff smile. Meanwhile, Lin Ye was completely unaware that he was walking his bird.

His attention was entirely focused on another issue.

"Was I originally a doctor?" he murmured, feeling that he was in the right profession before he transmigrated, so his tone was a little incredulous.

"What a coincidence..."

The numerous coincidences aroused Lin Ye's suspicions. The system had secretly exerted its power, after all, as a system that creates new identities every week, assigning him a suitable identity was a piece of cake.

"skillful?"

Shinichi Kudo keenly caught the word, "What's so special about it?"

He also realized that Lin Ye's condition was not right. The next moment, his brain worked, and the high school student realized something, his eyes immediately turning astonished.

"You have amnesia?"

What a perfect excuse.

Lin Ye nodded vigorously.

"Yes, I have mostly lost my memory."

He's good at taking advantage of situations.

"..."

Shinichi Kudo was speechless again. What did he mean by "mostly amnesiac"? How could he be so uncertain about that? Lin Ye's reaction made Shinichi Kudo frown even more.

"Is he out of his mind?"

This requires scientific instruments and cannot be determined through scientific reasoning, so Shinichi Kudo could only suppress his sarcasm and look at the corpse on the bed again.

"I didn't kill her! I didn't kill the woman in the bed!" Lin Ye denied it on the spot, just like every suspect in a Conan mini-drama. Inspector Megure looked at him as if he were looking at a clumsy murderer who denied the crime—fortunately, although the police in this world like to make wrongful convictions, a righteous detective would not allow such a situation to happen if he were present.

"I know you didn't kill her. Don't worry, the police would never wrong an innocent person, and neither will I. What you need now is medical assistance."

Shinichi Kudo gave Inspector Megure a wink.

Inspector Megure immediately understood and stepped forward, his expression much gentler than before: "Dr. Hashimoto, don't be nervous. Here, please put on your clothes and come with me to the next room for a check-up to see if you're injured. Shinichi will handle things here."

He comforted Lin Ye.

"..."

Lin Ye hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Why doesn't he trust the police? How come Shinichi Kudo, who helps correct the police every day by arresting the wrong person again, is completely oblivious?

Did Ke learn it?

"Please, Mr. Kudo, I beg you!"

Lin Ye bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle; he still had more faith in Conan's human form.

"Get dressed first, get dressed first."

Shinichi Kudo couldn't help but remind him. Upon hearing this, Lin Ye glanced at Inspector Megure, then at Shinichi Kudo, and finally looked down at the bathrobe in his hand.

He finally realized he was still naked. Knowing that one should not flaunt wealth, Lin Ye's face flushed red, and he hurriedly put on his bathrobe.

"Sorry, I'm not a pervert, I'm just having a really messed up mind." Lin Ye forced himself to calm down, but his substantial assets did lessen his sense of shame a little.

"..."

Inspector Megure was puzzled as to why the doctor was so delighted by the apology. He quickly led Lin Ye out of the room, and the room finally quieted down as the door closed.

Shinichi Kudo stood still and let out a long breath.

Then he turned around, walked to the bedside, and began to examine the woman's body.

The ice pick was driven deep, almost completely submerged, with only a short section sticking out. Judging from the shape of the wound, the assailant used great strength, killing the victim with a single, decisive blow.

The bloodstains on the sheets had dried and turned a dark brown. Judging from the distribution of the bloodstains, the victim had not been moved after being murdered.

"A professional killer, huh?" Shinichi Kudo put on gloves and carefully examined the victim's hands.

The victim's fingernails were clean, without any dandruff or signs of struggle—she was killed in her sleep, completely unprepared.

Then, the great detective turned to the ice pick, carefully observing the angle at which it had pierced the skin. The ice pick was tilted slightly to the right, and the edges of the wound appeared to be slightly—

He was still thinking.

"Knock knock".

A knock sounded at the door, and Inspector Megure walked in.

"All settled in."

Inspector Megure wiped his sweat.

"I had two officers with him, just in case. So, any leads? Did that man just barely survive, or was he involved in the case?"

His brain seemed reluctant to function on its own after seeing the detective. Upon hearing this, Shinichi Kudo didn't answer immediately, but continued staring at the icicle.

"That man is not the murderer."

Shinichi Kudo spoke with great certainty.

Inspector Megure was taken aback: "What? How did you know?"

"The angle at which the ice pick was inserted." Shinichi Kudo pointed to the wound on the corpse. "You see, the ice pick is slightly tilted to the right, which means the murderer attacked from the left side of the victim. If the murderer had been standing on this side of the bed and used their right hand to hold the ice pick, the angle would have been like this."

He stood up and gestured.

"But if the killer is standing on this side of the bed, holding the awl in their left hand, the angle will be reversed."

Inspector Megure nodded thoughtfully: "So?"

"So, the killer's dominant hand should be his right hand." Shinichi Kudo turned around and looked at Inspector Megure. "And when Dr. Hashimoto took the blanket just now, he used his left hand."

Inspector Megure paused for a moment, recalling the scene just now—it did seem to be his left hand?

"That doesn't completely rule out suspicion, does it?" he said cautiously. "What if he deliberately used his left hand to receive it, just to mislead us?"

"That's possible," Shinichi Kudo didn't deny it. "But Inspector Megure, did you notice his reaction just now?"

"reaction?"

"From beginning to end, he acted like someone who suddenly woke up from a dream and found himself hugging a corpse." Shinichi Kudo's eyes were deliberately profound. "Fear, confusion, helplessness, not even knowing who he is—these are all real stress reactions, which are hard to fake."

"We don't yet know why he wasn't spared by those two highly skilled disguisers, but he was indeed a lucky victim in this case."

Shinichi Kudo made his deduction, as accurate as ever, and Inspector Megure was as amazed as ever. The two began to discuss the case in the room.

at the same time.

In the living room of the house.

Lin Ye, wrapped in a bathrobe and surrounded by several police officers, was holding a cup of tea and trying to piece together the whole story with his perhaps not-so-bright brain.

suddenly.

[Intervention in the world process complete; new identity acquired.]

The system, which had almost been ignored, suddenly spoke in Lin Ye's mind. He was startled for a moment, and then a cell phone rang in the pocket of his bathrobe.

Why do you cry, crow?

For in those mountains lived seven lovely children.

The bell is a famous Japanese children's song.

The melody is beautiful.