Two days later, Emiya was absorbed in reading a novel when Professor Agasa suddenly appeared.
"Your phone!" he called out.
"My phone?" Emiya glanced up, slightly surprised. "Who would call me in this world?"
"Conan is looking for you," Agasa said.
Emiya took the phone and answered. "Hello, Conan, what's the matter?"
Conan's voice came with a hint of nervousness. "I'm on the Shinkansen right now."
"Shinkansen?" Emiya paused, then realized. "The Shinkansen bombing case. So... you've met Gin and Vodka?"
"That's right," Conan confirmed. "They said they planted a bomb in someone's black briefcase, set to explode at 3:10 PM. I need to know who's carrying it."
Emiya leaned back, recalling the plot. "I see. In the original story, you discovered the bomb at the last second and kicked it off the train."
"That's why I need to know who has the briefcase," Conan said anxiously.
Emiya thought for a moment. "Hmm... I remember the bomb was with a woman with a bob haircut."
Upon hearing this, Conan immediately realized who it was.
"I see. I know who it is," he said.
"Then go save your own skin," Emiya replied with a smile.
"I will. Thank you," Conan said before hanging up.
Emiya set the phone aside and continued reading, unfazed.
That evening, Conan arrived at Professor Agasa's house.
"I need your help," he said seriously.
"To save someone?" Emiya asked, crossing his legs.
"Yes. The people who haven't died yet."
"People who haven't died yet?" Emiya raised an eyebrow.
Conan nodded. "You once said I'm a protagonist, right?"
"That's right."
"Then I must have faced many murder cases, right?"
Emiya clapped his hands. "Exactly. Let me show you." He raised his hand, forming a tiny figurine of a cloaked figure holding a scythe.
"Do you know what this is?"
"The Grim Reaper?" Conan guessed.
"Yes. This is what an ordinary person sees as the Grim Reaper. And this," Emiya created a miniature figurine of Conan, "is what a two-dimensional person sees as the Grim Reaper."
Conan's expression darkened. "Who's the Grim Reaper?"
"You're not one," Emiya said calmly. "But wherever you go, people die. So in the eyes of many, you are the Grim Reaper."
Conan was speechless, struggling to suppress his frustration.
"I don't want to be a Grim Reaper, but I want to save these people," he said firmly.
Emiya nodded. "You want to save the people who were supposed to die in various cases."
"That's right," Conan confirmed.
"That's not difficult," Emiya said. "If you know the plot, you can save them before the culprit strikes. But then, you won't be able to show off your deductions."
"Who wants to show off? Stop bringing that up!" Conan exclaimed.
Emiya waved a hand. "Alright, alright. Want me to give you the manga series? Once you read it, you can prevent deaths beforehand."
"Thank you," Conan said gratefully.
"You're welcome. You've already paid for this," Emiya teased.
Conan looked confused. "Paid?"
"After reading the plot, you'll solve cases easily-but without the thrill of deduction. That's your price," Emiya said with a smile.
Conan paled. Without the thrill, mysteries lost their appeal-but saving lives was more important.
Emiya added, "Wait here." Using his ability, he traveled briefly to his own world, retrieved a set of Detective Conan manga, and returned, placing it in front of Conan.
"Here. Read it yourself."
Conan stared at the pile, conflicted. Mystery manga was ruined once the ending was known. Cases wouldn't feel alive; characters wouldn't hold the same charm.
Yet, he knew saving lives was the priority.
After a moment of hesitation, Conan opened the first volume under Emiya's amused gaze. His expression resembled a warrior heading into battle. Emiya secretly snapped a photo and sent it to Miyano Shiho.
"What does this mean?" Shiho texted.
Emiya explained briefly. She replied, "He's foolish, but not beyond redemption."
Emiya sent another text. "How's your drug research going?"
"Still missing a few key data points. It might take some time," Shiho replied.
"No rush. Take your time. We have all the time in the world," Emiya reassured.
"I know," Shiho said. With Dr. Kureha's help, she could create a true elixir of youth within a year.
Shortly after, Emiya received a call from Haruhi Suzumiya.
"Hello, it's me."
"I can tell," Emiya replied. "Haruhi, what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing urgent. Nagato just created something interesting. Come to the school-I'll be waiting."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Using his superpower, Emiya instantly traveled to the SOS Brigade clubroom.
It was nighttime; only Haruhi Suzumiya and Yuki Nagato were there.
"Come on, hurry up!" Haruhi urged.
Emiya approached. "What's so mysterious?"
"Take out your phone," Haruhi said, holding it up.
Emiya complied and saw a file.
"What is this?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Just install it," Haruhi insisted.
He nodded and installed the package. A few minutes later, it completed. The icon was a square chat bubble.
Emiya guessed its purpose. Nagato gave a slight nod, confirming his intuition.
He tapped the icon. A prompt appeared:
[Haruhi Suzumiya has invited you to join the chat group. Do you agree?]
[Agree / Agree]
Emiya blinked. Two "Agree" options? No way to refuse. Under Haruhi's expectant gaze, he clicked "Agree."
The chat group was simple, clean, and contained only three members: Haruhi, Yuki Nagato, and Emiya.
He took a selfie and set it as his profile picture. Haruhi patted him on the shoulder.
"What do you think? Isn't Nagato's invention interesting?"
Emiya smiled wryly. Most chat groups he'd encountered were creations of world-consciousness beings. That this one was made by Nagato herself was impressive.
"Can this file only be sent in person?" he asked.
"No, across worlds too," Haruhi replied.
"Then why make me come here?"
"Of course-I wanted a meal with you," Haruhi said. "I want to go to the Food Wars! world to have a super delicious meal."
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