My True Nature Comes Out While Losing Points in the Detective Conan World Again Today

[Reader Advisory: The plot is a slow burn, an extremely slow burn!] [The male lead is on the side of the good guys. I'll do my best to keep everyone in character, and the genuine villain content will increase.] [Guaranteed happy ending, with a focus on the five members of the police academy group.] #DroppedOutOfTheEarlyTVFanbaseAndDoesntKnowAnyone# #HowManyLayersDoesThisBrittleSociallyAnxiousCriminalHave# #HowTerrifyingIsADetectiveConanWorldWhereEveryoneIs007# "Aim for a perfect score, but always keep the reward to a minimum." As a thoroughly marinated social recluse, Wang Zhi had never wanted much out of life. He had a house but no car, wanted for nothing, and went through each day making do with the reality he had been handed. A life that is alive yet rotting is nothing but ashes. Admittedly, there was little worth missing about a solitary life free of wants. So... even though he had inexplicably appeared in a moving car, he accepted the reality of having transmigrated and decided to make the best of it. But after the initial shock, there was one urgent problem to solve. "How... do I stop the car?" Di Three-Fainting-Genius Wang Half-His-Life-Without-Touching-a-Steering-Wheel Zhi: ... Yes, this was an urgent problem. ◆ An accident with the Grim Reaper himself rewrote his bland life completely. After arriving in Beika Town, the rabbit-loving foodie still had a house and a car, but could no longer be a harmless loner who faded into the background. [The contrary police officer's trap.] [The death flag activated by the Son of Death.] [A deadly System that never lies, but only tells half the truth.] Death lurked like a shadow, and the gloom never lifted. One tragic comedy after another unfolded, as human nature proved impossible to predict and no one escaped the joys and sorrows. He wasn't a living saint, but this decent red rabbit, educated through nine years of compulsory schooling, didn't want to watch people die for no reason. Wang Zhi: This place has no sign of life, but it connects straight to the underworld! "Build a healthy society and bring happiness to every Beika resident~" To dispel the death flag activated by the Son of Death, the foodie rabbit pretended to have amnesia. He made negative numbers work in his favor to exploit bugs, while getting involved in Detective Conan's case files to earn points and weaken his debuffs. About a life where even going out to eat meant checking in on a film set... Wang Zhi could only lament that his life was truly miserable. [Someone happily feasting at a murder scene] Wang Zhi: Conan, this taiyaki is delicious! Want to share some raisin cream daifuku? I brought chilled juice. Want some apple? Conan: (Is this guy tagging along on a private tour?! He's clearly enjoying himself!!!) Wang Zhi: They have lemon pie made with raisins here!!! Conan: I DON'T WANT ANY!!!! ◆ On his way to mooch off a tour (not) and keep the Grim Reaper's aura from acting up, Wang Zhi demonstrated the two meanings of being socially anxious. "Social anxiety disorder" and "socially terrifying menace" are both abbreviated the same way. The difference is simply who tears apart the pretense of being resigned to their fate. Once that boundary is crossed, their true madness comes to light. When the detectives of the Detective Conan world encountered this do-gooder who dealt ten thousand points of damage to the enemy and took eight thousand himself, Inspector Megure began to wonder if the definition of "self-defense" needed revising. What was with this foreign tourist who let you land the first blow, then beat you half to death?! The one cowering on the floor, being used as a chair, was the victim, wasn't he?! ◆ Of course, the overtime-working detectives weren't the only ones with a headache. Wang Zhi was also fed up with the white cat constantly dragging him into one misfortune after another. He was also very curious: why did he always run into the police whenever his true nature came out? And are you guys really police officers??? Date: Make sure you eat properly! Wang Zhi: ... (Are you my dad?) ... Hagiwara: Ties are really handy for restraining people~~ Wang Zhi: Uh... yeah... you're right. Matsuda: Your sunglasses... where'd you buy them? Nice taste! Wang Zhi: ... (Weren't you dead???) ... The cat-eyed elementary schooler: Is that bespectacled elementary schooler really a kid? Wang Zhi: ... (Have you looked at yourself?) ... The blond guy with the dark skin: You used to work here too, right? Please let me... call you "senior." Wang Zhi: ... Yeah, no need to be so polite. I don't deserve that... (Wait, who are you?!!!) Detectives, police officers, the FBI... Familiar faces and strangers appeared one after another. Watching these people, each with their own personality, stirred feelings in him that he had never experienced before. The timid coward, useless at everything, shouted at these extroverted social butterflies who acted like they knew no boundaries. "You bunch of social butterflies! Get the hell away from me!" "What if you get killed off?!" "Good people should be allowed to live and shine!!!" When the points of light that knew no boundaries drew his rotting life into the light, and a hopeless social recluse encountered a warmth that treated him with kindness, even the gloomy darkness might come to cherish the world's beauty. "..." He stopped, fell silent, and smiled in resignation. "I would give you everything." "I'll burn through the rest of my life with my despicable desires." Oh, world, please let this long and arduous journey of losing points go a little slower. Slow enough to give me time to change the nature of things before they vanish into thin air. Let that gentlest of despairs prove worthy of the decision to be born human. At some point, a young man with black hair appeared at the center of the maelstrom. Calling himself a third-rate writer, he had no particular preferences and liked everything indiscriminately. His baffling changes were like an actor suffering from multiple personalities. "Why are you helping us?" [Because I like you all very much... every one of you.] To like everything meant that nothing mattered. The more they interacted with him, the more they could sense how strange he was as a human being. A sorrowful parting, a rejection from someone who was overwhelmed by kindness. Indifferent killing, passing by as if it had nothing to do with him. His passionate heart was full of the contradictions of human nature. When the little detective asked the stranger why he would knowingly watch a tragedy unfold and even welcome it, the man replied in a scornful tone with words that made no sense. [I am neither a disciple of Sherlock Holmes nor a follower of Moriarty. All I seek is the story written by Conan Doyle.] [If it's a story, how could a reader interfere with the plot before it ends?] [That would be improper.] [Stories grip the heart by turning heartbreaking misfortune into words, reshaping ordinary, uneventful times.] [It has nothing to do with sorrow or joy.] [To treat life's joys and sorrows as noble spiritual sustenance is, in the end, just a way to please a lowly bystander who has nothing to do with it.] [...] [Are you angry? Confused?] [Then try to solve the mystery that is me.] [A cat's eyes and a snake's eyes look alike, but you'd better learn to tell them apart.] [I look forward to your visit, little detective.] "Passing an angel by is life's misfortune. Turning your back on an angel as you walk away is an ordeal you willingly embrace." Highlights: "Good Samaritan Catches a Thief Lv. 1" [Mission: Make the knife-wielding thief see the error of his ways.] The detective with a toothpick in his mouth: You look like the guy who grabbed my collar. You're familiar... Wang Zhi: (Who? Me? Assaulting a cop? Do I have a death wish?!) Other detectives: Sir! Sir?! Don't put him in a chokehold!!! The suspect's about to die?!! Afterward, the police confirmed that the apprehended suspect had suffered a mild concussion, along with a broken bone from being slammed down by the gloomy-faced do-gooder. [I told you to catch the thief!] [I didn't tell you to fight violence with violence and send him to the hospital!!!] After some earnest counseling, the enthusiastic detective concluded that this man needed to see a psychiatrist. "The enthusiastic detective's gaze: Being watched by the police may or may not be a good thing. Either way, you're more important than the criminal." ◆ "Your intentions were good, but what if that person had died?!" "...Then nothing. I'd deal with it as I should." The young man, his head throbbing, frowned and interrupted the officer's strange expression. He slowly explained his worldview, one that could never be accepted. "I did it, which means I can accept the consequences. If punishment comes with a price, I'm happy to pay it." "Of course, I don't want to go too far..." "I was just saying. Please don't hit me." ◆ "More skills never hurt: Detective Conan's Ko-mei-san Lv. 1" [Requirement: Drive safely.] The elementary schooler who fell onto the hood while chasing a criminal and hitched a ride: (He's out driving in the middle of the night. He really is following me...) Wang Zhi: (I just came out to practice driving at night, when there are fewer cars. Besides... you were the one who flew onto my car. If you don't want a ride, get off...) Breaking news: That night, an enthusiastic member of the public caused a three-car pileup while chasing a suspect. What really happened: While following the elementary schooler, who had gone off on his own, he saw a "self-proclaimed" ordinary citizen kick a member of the Black Organization away and heard him threaten a member known by an alcohol codename. "The protagonist's attention +1. The Grim Reaper's imagined gaze has leveled up!" "Death follows like a shadow, but for some people, they themselves are death's kin, even if they know nothing about it." ◆ "Who are you, really? Can't you feel pain?" Beneath the moonlit sky, the young man in black sportswear adjusted his baseball cap. The man whose weapon and phone had been taken stared in confusion at the injured fellow. The young man expertly scrolled through the phone, paying no attention to the wound in his abdomen. At those words, an elegant, seductive laugh appeared on his lips, like an invitation from a vengeful ghost claiming souls from hell. "After Gin, I thought the rest of the members would have a clue." "Click." "Let's have a proper talk before they get here." Pointing the weapon in his hand at the man's forehead, the young man spoke slowly, as though possessed by a demon. "Eiswein. Know what that means?" Theme: When you're feeling down, take a break and unwind. Tomorrow will be another unknown first day.