Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Is This Really the World of Detective Conan?

Ding Ling Ling~

The school bell rang, and Yoshida Keita grabbed his backpack and rushed out the door.

"Huh, what's going on? Naninani?"

"Yoshida-kun is always in such a hurry, what's the matter?"

Exclamations from his classmates echoed around him.

You might wonder why.

This is Beika Town! This is the world of Detective Conan!!

Yoshida Keita had been in this world for fifteen years now. Initially, he thought it was just an ordinary Japan parallel world, where apart from daily TV reports of murders and explosions, there was nothing unusual.

After all, time travel was quite common these days, and besides, there was no peace in foreign countries like at home.

It wasn't until Yoshida Keita entered Teitan High School Class 1-B that he realized he had crossed over into the world of Detective Conan, a world so terrifying!!!

In case you're not familiar, let's take a look at the situation from the perspective of Beika Town's house rent.

Beika Town was full of murder houses. According to an unknown source, a well-lit, south-facing, corner-located house with 5 years of history, separate wet and dry bathrooms, a balcony, a kitchen, and no deposit or gift money had a monthly rent of only 32,000 yen.

In contrast, a clean house with no history of murder, measuring 7.29 square meters, 20 years old, made of wood, no bathroom, required a rent of 150,000 yen, plus a 30,000 yen deposit and a 30,000 yen gift money.

Clean housing was in short supply. Over the past 20 years, murders had been happening one after another, making clean housing increasingly rare, and murder houses became the norm in Beika Town.

If you wonder why he knew so much, it was because his family owned many properties in Beika Town. His father, Yoshida Toshio, was a well-known manga artist, and his mother, Yoshida Ami, was a famous actress. After their marriage, his mother retired from the entertainment industry, and the two of them were quite well-off. In 1990, when housing prices began to fall, they bought a large number of houses, thinking they could live a comfortable life as landlords.

Unfortunately, things took a turn for the worse after buying the houses. First, there was a surge in murder cases in Beika Town, and even more unfortunate was the fact that many of the cases happened in their own properties, leading to a significant drop in rent.

On his way home, Yoshida Keita listened carefully to his surroundings, vigilant and fearful, afraid that a mud-covered car would come rushing around the corner to take him to the afterlife, or that a deranged murderer would charge at him with a human bomb.

Yoshida Keita was born prematurely, small and frail. His mother named him Keita, hoping he would grow up healthy. At the age of 5, he was sent to a karate dojo to learn martial arts, but he always thought it was just an ordinary parallel world. Although he worked hard, he only put in 80% effort, and at the age of 15, he was only at a brown belt level, expecting to reach a black belt first dan level by the time he turned 16.

It had been a week since school started, and Yoshida Keita, who usually slacked off, now went to the dojo for training every day. Ever since he learned that this was the world of Detective Conan, he trained with 120% effort every day, treating everyone around him as potential criminals.

The Yoshida residence was a Japanese-style building located at 3-9 Beika Town, Japan's towns were equivalent to administrative units like districts or towns back home. "Chome" referred to the district, and "banchi" referred to the house number. Both Chome 2 and Chome 3 of Beika Town were considered wealthy areas, with various small villas on each street, surrounded by lush green trees within their walls.

"I'm home, Mom. I'm hungry and I want to eat spicy hotpot today."

Pushing the sliding door open and changing into indoor slippers in the genkan (entrance area).

"Ah, welcome back. The food will be ready soon, go wash up. And call your dad while you're at it." Yoshida Ami's head appeared from the kitchen, where it seemed she was cooking.

"Got it." Passing through the living room, Keita climbed the stairs to the second floor and entered his room. Yoshida Keita's room was much like Nobita Nobi's, with a large bed and no Doraemon. So, does a large bed equal a robotic cat?

He casually threw his backpack onto the desk and flopped onto the bed with a contented sigh. There's nothing quite like the sense of security at home.

Yoshida Keita's mind drifted, thinking about his past life. In his previous life, he had been somewhat successful. Coming from an average family, he had never been lazy and had worked hard, leaving no time for romance. Finally, at the age of 30, he had successfully taken a company public on the stock exchange, waiting for the bell to ring on the next day to mark its listing.

On the eve of the listing, the executives went to a bar to celebrate. After a heavy night of drinking and imagining a future of relaxation and luxury, he woke up to find himself back in his mother's womb.

Yoshida Keita was well aware that he had crossed over when he was 3 years old. Perhaps a child's brain couldn't handle the memories of an adult, or maybe there was a more fantastical explanation, the "mysteries of the womb."

In any case, one morning when he was 3 years old, he woke up to find himself small again. Looking at the ceiling of his room, he could hear his mother's melodious singing, smell the scent of tatami mats, and finally, Yoshida Keita had a chance to relive his life.

Lost in thought, Yoshida Keita suddenly snapped back to reality. Getting up from the bed, he went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, with his straight nose and sharp eyes, his robust and manly appearance was a result of his extensive karate training. With a solid body and toned muscles, he looked pleasing to the eye, and any girl would be tempted to touch him.

He was born prematurely, but now at 15, he was already 172 centimeters tall. He hoped to reach the 180 centimeters he had dreamt of in his previous life.

Yoshida's room was on the middle right side of the second floor, while his parents' bedroom was in the lower right corner. The study was located in the upper left corner of the second floor. Knocking on the door and entering, he found Yoshida Toshio working on a drawing.

"Dad, it's time to eat. We're having spicy hotpot today."

"Uh, again? Hotpot? I can't handle spicy food."

"Don't worry, Mom will make it into a yin-yang hotpot. Hurry, she'll start nag

ging us soon." Yoshida Keita turned and headed downstairs to the dining room.

The Yoshida family didn't used to eat hotpot, and Yoshida Ami had been clueless in the kitchen. She wasn't a fan of spicy food either. Since Yoshida Keita had awakened, he couldn't stand the tasteless food at home.

Seeing his idle mother every day, Keita began to brainwash her, accompanying her to try various Tokyo delicacies and nurturing her appetite. After three months, she began actively participating in cooking classes and evolved from a kitchen novice to a formidable chef. Keita accompanied his mother, watching her transform from a culinary rookie into a master. Tears of emotion rolled down his cheeks.

During that time, under Keita's influence, Ami also developed a tolerance for spicy food. Especially after a fortunate encounter with a Sichuan chef who taught her his secrets, the Yoshida family began enjoying hotpot at least once a week.