I, Nohara Shinnosuke, Rely on Abstraction to Defeat Conan

I, Nohara Shinnosuke, solved the murder case that had not been solved for three days at the Yonehua Police Station on the first day I transferred to another school. Edogawa Conan, the elementary school student known as the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, had an earthquake in his pupils on the spot. As a seven-year-old transfer student who had just moved to Yoneka Town, I thought it was just a place where there were more older sisters. Until I found out: Conan always shoots Uncle Maori with an anesthetic needle at the scene of the crime, Haihara's classmate smells like a laboratory, and the three classmates in the class play "detective games" every day but always stumble upon murder cases. Oh, and at the Poirot Café across the street, at least one person dies every week. And I, relying on my "abstract crime-solving method", became Mihua's crime nemesis. Conan's reasoning after staying up late for three days was defeated by me in three sentences. Then, things started to go wrong. The blond teacher from the FBI was always watching me secretly. Brother Amuro in the cafe hid bugs in his sandwiches. Even the long-haired uncle in black clothes and driving a Porsche started to stare at me. Conan finally couldn't stand it anymore and knocked on my window in the middle of the night: "Xiaoxin, do you know that you are being targeted by many forces?" I bit into the potato chips: "I know, but they're not as scary as the hamburger meat made by my mother." Until that rain, until that rainy night, the muzzle of Gin's gun was pressed against my forehead. I blinked: "Uncle, your trigger finger is shaking - like a first date." His hands were really shaking. Now, Conan begs me to join the Red Team, Haibara develops an intuitive translator for me, and Ayumi says she wants to be my exclusive bodyguard. The top level of the organization issued new instructions: "Capture that child alive at all costs."