Chapter 1

Kousha stopped at the corner of the alley, gently kicking away the dirty coffee can that had rolled to his feet, and stared at a half-dry mud footprint on the ground.

It had just rained, and the owner of the footprint probably came directly from the muddy vacant lot in the 3-chome area, with mud all over their shoes, leaving a complete and clear imprint. The person had a size 43 foot, which in the island country's measurement is 265, with anti-slip grooves and worn edges.

There were other similar footprints ahead.

Kousha followed the mud prints forward, and a woman's cool voice came from the earphone by his cheek: "…wearing a black baseball cap, with red-dyed hair at the edges, a burn scar near the thumb on the right hand, and about half a head taller than me."

She paused, then added, remembering something: "I'm 170 cm tall, plus the shoes…" Her voice paused slightly as she looked down at her heels, "about 173 cm."

She observed very meticulously, and her tone was calm and unflustered… not at all like someone who had just been robbed and pushed to the ground.

"I understand," Kousha said. He had a good grasp of the people in this area, and when he heard about the red-dyed hair and burn scar, he had already identified a suspect—Yamada Tomo, a small-time thug who single-handedly increased the crime rate in the entire neighborhood.

He estimated the distance: "I should be able to get the bag back, it won't take long, give me 5 minutes."

Shizuka Miyano responded with a "Hmm."

After a moment of hesitation, she wanted to add, "Be careful."

But when she opened her mouth again, the call had already been hung up, and the receiver returned to silence with a brief "beep."

Kousha usually waited for the other party to hang up first when he received calls from Gin or other executives, but this time…

Although it could be explained by "time urgency," Shizuka Miyano always felt that the real reason was that Kousha didn't want to hear her voice for even a second more.

She silently looked at the darkened phone screen for a while, then handed the phone back to Gin—her own phone had been broken earlier.

Then, in Vodka's nagging voice, "Don't let your bodyguards stay too far from you, they are here to protect you, not to harm you…" Shizuka Miyano closed her eyes, lazily leaning against the car seat, and yawned sleepily.

...

Kousha took off his earphones and put them in his pocket, then took out a pair of thin black gloves and put them on, and pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head.

He turned a few corners along the winding streets, ghost-like, and arrived in front of a three-story old apartment building.

The apartment building was painted green, with a wire fence slightly above the first floor and a broken, locked entrance door, providing decent security.

However, it could only deter law-abiding citizens...

Kousha scanned a row of named mailboxes and confirmed the room number of the red-haired person.

Then he climbed the wire fence, which was very friendly to burglars, up to the second floor, and from there, he stepped on the edge of the second-floor balcony, leaped up, grabbed the railing on the third floor, and lightly flipped over, planning to launch a righteous surprise attack on the red-haired person.

Kousha's previous life was also named Kousha.

After coming to this world, his new body's name was similar, with the surname "Kousha," but the name was adapted to local customs, forming a name that sounded very much like an island country name but seemed a bit off when examined closely—Kousha Toji.

The original owner's mental state was not very healthy.

When Kousha arrived, the person had cut their wrist, almost not making it.

However, in contrast, Kousha Toji left behind a well-trained body, with strength and reaction speed far exceeding that of an ordinary person.

This gave Kousha some comfort.

...

In the island country, apartment balconies are not allowed to be enclosed, and the row of railings about a meter high at the edge is virtually useless for intruders.

Although his left hand's movements were slightly slow, Kousha, with his enhanced skills, took less than five seconds to land on the balcony of the red-haired person's home.

Inside, the red-haired person was completely unaware of his arrival, sitting in front of the TV, laughing at a comedy show, and counting the money in his hands.

The TV volume was very high, and under its cover, Kousha pushed open the sliding door, walked quietly to the red-haired person's back, and delivered a karate chop.

The laughter abruptly stopped, and the red-haired person fell forward.

The PRADA women's wallet on his leg also fell to the ground.

In Kousha's previous world, a karate chop was a matter of luck—good luck could knock someone out, bad luck could send them straight to the crematorium.

But in the world of Kousha, there were no cases of death from karate chops, as if everyone had a built-in switch on the side of their neck that could be knocked out with one hit.

Kousha bypassed the unconscious red-haired person, picked up the scattered money, gathered it, and put it back in Shizuka Miyano's wallet, then left with it.

As he walked out of the apartment building, Kousha glanced at the digital watch on his wrist: 15:49:57.

It was still more than forty seconds before the "five minutes" he had agreed with Shizuka Miyano.

Kousha thus played with a stray cat passing by to pass the time, and at exactly five minutes, his phone beeped.

Opening the email, it contained an address sent by Gin.

Kousha had just finished reading it when the email automatically deleted itself, just like the call record, mysteriously.

This executive, although very strong, was overly cautious...

Kousha identified the location, took Shizuka Miyano's bag, and headed to the place Gin had mentioned.

The Black Organization, as the boss-level antagonist in the Conan world, has always left the impression of being mysterious, hidden, and ruthless.

And based on Kousha's observations over this period, this impression is indeed not far from the truth...

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The plot mainly follows the manga version of Conan.

There are modifications, modifications, and...