Detective Conan: The Supernatural Returns, Gin Is Terrified from the Start

I transmigrated into the world of Detective Conan and became the Black Organization's most mysterious codename member: Erguotou.

Gin thought I was just a loudmouthed lunatic. Vodka thought there was something seriously wrong with me.

Then a head shot into the sky on a roller coaster. I pointed at the blood spatter, censored by a beam of holy light, and said to the silver-haired man beside me:

"Look. That's a 'rule.'"

At the Organization's base, I used a bloodstained thread to choke Vodka from across the room, right in front of everyone.

With Gin's gun pointed at me, I laughed as I explained what a "medium" and a "trigger" were.

"The other side of the world has opened its eyes."

Licking my lollipop, I looked at all the elite killers.

"And I'm simply the one who saw it before you did."

From then on, the Organization's mission reports included a new category: "containment of the uncanny." Every murder in Beika Town might give rise to a new "rule."

I played the role of an idle troublemaker to humor the Organization, while planting seeds of terror in everyone's minds.

Shinichi Kudo, no, Conan Edogawa, used the most scientific logic to track down the least scientific person of all: me.

And this "uncanny revival" that I set in motion with my own hands, is it a salvation, or an even grander... carnival?