Detective Conan: I'm Really Not a Tokyo Weirdo

I, Sano Shinichiro, transmigrated, and I have a System. Though the System's missions are all strange, and its equipment rewards are even more... unconventional. For example, a hammer that can't inflict damage, a little electric scooter that's ridiculously fast, a coat that leaves you hopelessly directionless once you take it off, sunglasses that make you unable to tell humans from animals within five hundred meters, and so on... What, you want to know how I can live better in this world? Sano Shinichiro smiled faintly and put on a secret identity: When you roam the underworld, you're bound to take a few hits. If you want to avoid them, you need an alternate account. The more secret identities I have, the wilder I get. I'll raise the flag of the Black Organization myself. When Shuichi Akai asked Conan what he thought of the Black Organization, Conan replied: “The Black Organization? They can be a little rough, but they're good people... Wait, which Black Organization are you asking about?”