My Days Pretending to Be Gin in the Detective Conan World

(Misunderstandings, No Romance, Detective Conan Fanfiction) The day Qin Jiu woke up as Gin, he happened to inherit the organization's legendary aftermath of a gunfight: he got all of Gin's memories, but could barely even hold a gun steady. He thought he would be exposed on his very first day, but the people around him had imaginations even wilder than his inner complaints: When he dropped a magazine, Vodka recorded it as “Big Brother's newly devised tactical feint to test for weaknesses.” When he missed his shot, Shuichi Akai analyzed it as “deliberately giving the target room to run so he can catch bigger fish.” Even his awkward gait made it into a report by Toru Amuro: “Lord Gin is training in a new footwork style to confuse the enemy.” Starting two years before Conan was even born, Qin Jiu found himself living a life of “icy on the outside, a waterfall of complaints on the inside.” When Shuichi Akai tried to probe him with a look, Qin Jiu met his gaze for three seconds and nearly had a seizure, but on the outside, he spelled “useless” with his chin while screaming inside, “Could the FBI stop staring at me? I'm just a counterfeit who can't keep it together!” When he accepted the “specially blended coffee” Toru Amuro handed him, which was actually a salty abomination, he downed it expressionlessly and cursed the Public Security mole's cooking a hundred times over. Then everyone interpreted it as “Lord Gin testing his resistance to poison.” During missions, his wild orders somehow led them to take down the enemy's hideout. When dealing with traitors, he trembled and missed with a Tranquilizer Dart, only for everyone to assume he had “deliberately left the target alive to interrogate them for clues.” He could even casually remark, “Nice weather today,” and the lower-ranking members would decode it as the code phrase for “three o'clock, rooftop operation.” Just as Qin Jiu was thriving in the organization thanks to everyone's wild assumptions