Detective Conan: What's Wrong With My Yan Shuangying Style?

"He's here."

"I don't think I need to say his name. That would be pointless."

"He's terrifying! Far more terrifying than any killer or criminal ever seen in Beika Town. He's not human, he's a ghost!"

A crowd of criminals had gathered together. One of them, who had once seen that half-man, half-ghost figure, spoke with a trembling voice.

The next moment, a homemade bomb rolled into the room.

BOOM!

The man dressed in black lit a cigarette and walked away without a care.

"In this world, good people don't die, and bad people don't die. There's only one kind of person who dies: the foolish!"

The Holmes of the Heisei era can't save this city. What it needs is the Yan Shuangying of the Heisei era!

Conan Edogawa [Where did this terrifying black-clad man with two guns, who looks completely out of place, come from? Is he from the Black Organization?]

Vodka [I've never seen anyone fly away on the blast wave from an exploding train. He's practically Superman!]

Rei Furuya [Are you trying to compete with me for the title of King of Part-Time Jobs?]

Nara Guang [Anyone who commits a crime in Beika Town will see their own brains... I'll bet you a silver dollar that your gun isn't loaded!]