Conan: What alias? That's my struggle!

The ringtone is "Seven Children".

Lin Ye was stunned for a moment.

He knew this song all too well—it was the Black Organization's communication code in Detective Conan, and it was the ringtone that played every time Gin or Vodka made a phone call.

So why did he choose this song as his ringtone? Lin Ye hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone and saw the unknown number displayed on it.

There were no notes, no place of origin, just a cold string of gibberish and numbers.

The bell was still ringing.

Lin Ye took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Feed?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a deep, cold male voice with a hint of mockery in its tone.

"Madeira, I heard that Vermouth knocked you out without your knowledge and stole your identity?" The other person's tone was gloating.

At that moment, Lin Ye's brain went completely blank.

Madeira?

Who the hell is Madeira?

Absinthe?

Vermouth?

Identity theft?

Lin Ye's pupils contracted sharply—he recognized the voice.

Although he has no memories of his predecessor, as someone who has watched over a thousand episodes of Detective Conan, his familiarity with this voice is no less than that of Shinichi Kudo.

This is Gin.

Gin, the ruthless killer from the Black Organization.

Moreover, Gin seemed to be in a good mood, and his tone wasn't as cold as it used to be. Perhaps it was because the other person felt they had a good relationship? Madeira is the Portuguese island of Madeira, and it's also famous for its fortified wine from the Age of Exploration.

In the Black Organization, every official member has a liquor name as a code name.

So… he's a member of the Black Organization now? Lin Ye's fingers trembled slightly, but he forced himself to remain calm. On the other end of the phone was Gin, the ruthless killer. If he showed any abnormality on the phone, a bullet might be waiting for him.

"System! System! Come out here! What's going on?"

Current identity: Madeira

[Affiliation: High-end winery]

[Position: Staff Member]

[Would you accept skills training for this identity?]

A damn brewery worker!

The system for the mentally challenged!

Lin Ye was trembling with anger and almost couldn't help but curse aloud. The Black Organization even had a "permanent staff" position? What was that? A regular employee of the distillery?

Does it offer the five social insurances and one housing fund? Is there an annual bonus?

wrong!

Now is not the time to complain about this!

The person on the other end of the phone was waiting for his reply.

Lin Ye swallowed hard, trying to make his voice sound normal. He didn't know how to respond, so he could only try to remain neutral and cautious.

"Ah...yes, it was indeed a bit of a surprise," he said vaguely, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "I only found out recently myself."

Gin seemed uninterested in his answer, simply saying coldly, "Vermouth always does whatever she wants, so you don't need to worry about it too much. However—"

He paused.

Why is it so noisy over there? Aren't you home?

Lin Ye's heart skipped a beat.

He quickly glanced around the room—two police officers were standing at the door, footsteps could be heard in the hallway, and the murder scene was right next door.

There were at least five or six policemen outside.

He, a suspect covered in blood who had just emerged from a murder scene, was on the phone with a core member of the Black Organization.

What kind of hellish start is this?

"Uh..." Lin Ye carefully considered his words and decided to say something that was half true and half false, "There's been a little trouble, and I'm currently being investigated by the police."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"police?"

Gin's voice turned colder.

Lin Ye quickly added, "But I am innocent. Someone stole my identity, killed someone, and is trying to frame me."

"I didn't do anything, the police shouldn't wrong me." Of course, he wouldn't mention absinthe, but just pretended to be a victim confiding in his friend.

There was another silence on the other end of the phone.

Lin Ye could imagine Gin frowning over there.

"Don't let those annoying guys bother you. Contact me again after you've gotten rid of them." Gin hung up quickly; he was always decisive in his actions.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The phone hangs up.

"Sigh!" Lin Ye gripped his phone, staring at the words "Call Ended" on the screen, and leaned back in his chair as if all his energy had been drained.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

It's tough.

He is truly suffering.

Having just transmigrated, he was immediately embroiled in a murder case. When he opened his eyes, he was holding a corpse and was caught on the spot by Shinichi Kudo and Inspector Megure. That was bad enough.

The system then betrayed him by giving him the identity of a member of the Black Organization.

Lin Ye wanted to cry but had no tears.

He wanted to be a good person.

He really wanted to be a good person.

But the system doesn't give him a chance at all. His identity for the first week was a member of the brewery; what will come next? A bomb-wielding maniac? A serial killer?

Or is he Karasuma Renya's stand-in?

"What a damn disastrous start." Lin Ye had no mood for any skills training for the time being, and just as he was indulging in self-pity.

"Dr. Hashimoto, please have some water first."

Takagi Wataru walked in carrying a cup of hot tea. He placed the teacup on the table in front of Lin Ye, his face bearing the friendly smile typical of a rookie police officer.

"Thank you for your hard work." Lin Ye quickly thanked him and put his phone back in his bathrobe pocket.

Takagi's gaze lingered on the phone for a moment, then she asked casually, "Were you just talking to a friend? I saw you were on the phone for quite a while."

Lin Ye's heart tightened, but he remained expressionless.

"Yeah, a friend. I made plans to meet him, but I didn't show up. He called to ask what happened." He sighed, looking helpless. "I can't help it. In this situation, I can't see anyone."

Takagi nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Lin Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems we've managed to fool them.

Just then, footsteps echoed down the corridor. Inspector Megure emerged from the adjacent investigation room, his expression noticeably more relaxed than before.

He walked straight toward Lin Ye.

"Dr. Hashimoto." Inspector Megure's tone was much gentler than before, but his expression was still somewhat strange. "Based on the preliminary investigation, your suspicion can basically be ruled out. The killer's dominant hand is different from yours, and the injury to the back of your head confirms that you were knocked unconscious after the attack."

Lin Ye let out a long breath.

at last.

They've finally been cleared of suspicion.

He can finally leave this awful place.

"Thank you, Inspector Megure." Lin Ye tentatively began, "Then can I—"

Unfortunately, the words were left unsaid.

"but."

Inspector Megure abruptly changed the subject, his expression suddenly turning serious.

Lin Ye's heart jumped.

"However?" he repeated cautiously.

Inspector Megure stared into his eyes and said, word by word, "We need you to explain why there's a Barrett rifle in your closet."

Barrett.

M82 anti-materiel sniper rifle.

It is a dangerous weapon with an effective range of 1800 meters, capable of penetrating light armored vehicles.

"????"

Lin Ye's smile froze on her face.

If there is an option.

He wanted to kill his own system.