Tokyo, Mikka Town, Tsumutsu River.

It was dawn, and the sky was still a little dark.

Several cruise ships hurriedly rowed across the river, sailing towards the east in response to the rising sun.

On a park bench by the river, a new arrival from another world was holding "his" driver's license and looking at it carefully:

"Name: Lin Xinyi."

"Born on May 4, Showa 47..."

When he saw the word "Showa", his whole body was shocked like the Washington Monument on a rainy night.

When he tried to convert this "Showa 47" into the familiar AD chronology, the last trace of luck in his heart was ruthlessly torn apart by some mysterious natural force like the American flag in the strong wind.

After a long silence, this visitor from another world who can now be called "Lin Xinyi" began to regulate his emotions:

"I actually traveled through time and became a person born in the 1970s..."

"That's alright... at least the last name is still the same as before, still Lin."

In fact, they are completely different. The Japanese surname "Lin" and the Chinese surname "Lin" are just the same in shape, but their pronunciation and origin are completely different.

"She looks pretty good, at least she didn't become ugly after traveling through time."

To be able to take a driver's license ID photo so beautifully, the appearance of this body is quite eye-catching.

"well..."

He sighed softly, put down his driver's license, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

The phone is an old Nokia that can be used to smash walnuts. The buttons have faded due to excessive use, and there is still some uncleaned black dirt in the gaps between the buttons.

"It seems that 'I' am not a clean person."

Lin Xinyi frowned slightly.

Out of professional habits, he likes to keep everything around him clean.

But the unlucky guy whom he "seized" obviously didn't have such a good habit.

Moreover, this guy still had a strong smell of smoke lingering around him. Lin Xinyi didn't like smoking.

He turned on the phone screen with some disgust, and saw the date displayed on the screen: "1996..."

Seeing this, Lin Xinyi's expression became more subtle:

Sure enough, not only did he travel through time and become a Showa man in Japan, but he also inexplicably returned to the "past" more than twenty years ago.

Although I have never imagined another life before, this kind of unexpected time travel, which still does not come with the memory of the original owner, feels really bad.

After experiencing the initial hesitation, confusion, and even pain, he was convinced that he had crossed over into another person and had to face a crucial question:

“Who exactly is ‘I’?”

Lin Xinyi knew nothing about the owner of this body.

Just a driver's license cannot give him access to "his" identity information.

And in order to live safely and legally in this past Japan, he needs to quickly enter this role named Lin Xinyi.

Therefore, he could only carefully examine the belongings carried by "himself", hoping to find some useful clues that could help him take over this identity.

"The thickness of the wallet is very pleasing to the eye, but visually it looks like a back bump."

"A credit card from Mitsubishi Bank and a driver's license."

"The address is written on the driver's license. I hope it matches the actual address."

"There's a lighter in the pocket, an empty cigarette box... great, the house keys are also there."

With an address and a key, Lin Xinyi, a new arrival, would have a place to stay.

Moreover, there should be more personal belongings of "Lin Xinyi" at home, which can help him better understand this role.

"Check your phone again."

"There may be some useful information in the address book and text mailbox."

Lin Xinyi thought so and took out the antique mobile phone from his arms again.

But at this moment, behind him, on the sparsely populated riverside green land, a cry suddenly sounded:

"Shinichi~"

"Hurry up and follow me!"

The voice is crisp and pleasant, with the energy unique to young girls.

"Huh?" Lin Xinyi was stunned.

Although the experiential memory of the original owner no longer exists, the skill memory of language seems to be still intact in his body.

So now he can speak Japanese fluently, and his listening, speaking, reading and writing are the same as those born and raised in Tokyo.

And the "Xinyi" just now was obviously calling his name.

Are you an acquaintance of me?

Then I have to respond quickly...otherwise it would be bad if an acquaintance discovers something strange.

Thinking of this, Lin Xinyi stood up quickly, followed the voice and stretched out his hand to say hello:

"I'm here!"

"Huh?" The girl responded to Lin Xinyi with a confused expression on her face.

She was wearing loose white exercise clothes, with a thin layer of sweat on her beautiful cheeks. She was obviously a sporty girl who came to the park early in the morning to do morning exercises.

Aside from her own beauty, the most eye-catching thing about her is the protruding "horns" on her head caused by her too fluffy hair.

Not far from this beautiful girl with a sharp head, there stood a young boy who looked like he was running out of breath.

The boy was wearing a casual white shirt. Although his face was a little pale at the moment and his clothes were messy due to exercise, he still always showed a handsomeness that could not be concealed.

Handsome men and beautiful women, they are probably such an impeccable pairing.

But now, they were all looking at Lin Xinyi with puzzled eyes.

That look seemed to say: "Who are you?"

"Uh..." Lin Xinyi quickly realized that something was wrong.

He scratched his head in embarrassment and asked tentatively: "Didn't you call me 'Xinyi' just now?"

"No, it's not."

The "unicorn girl" pointed at the boy next to her in confusion and said:

"I'm calling him..."

"Yes, Xiaolan is calling me."

The boy realized something in an instant:

"My name is Kudo Shinichi, Shinichi is my name."

"If I guess correctly..."

He looked at Lin Xinyi, and a confident smile appeared on his lips unconsciously:

"Sir, you happen to have the same name as me, right?"

"Sure enough, it's the same name..."

Lin Xinyi breathed a sigh of relief and replied:

"My name is Lin Xinyi, and my first name is also Xinyi."

"But..." He paused slightly and whispered to himself: "Kudo Shinichi, why do I seem to have heard this name somewhere..."

"Ha ha."

After hearing this, the man named Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but smile with some confidence:

"Maybe I saw it in the newspaper."

"I promise, you will have many opportunities to hear this name in the future."

As he spoke, his eyes began to glance at Lin Xinyi unconsciously.

That kind of focused and careful gaze, as if he was inspecting an object with great concentration.

Lin Xinyi felt vaguely uncomfortable, so he asked aloud: "What are you looking at?"

"Ah...I'm sorry."

Kudo Shinichi apologized lightly and said with a smile:

"I am a high school detective, and I am used to observing the details of others immediately..."

"You know, like Sherlock Holmes."

"High school student...detective?"
To be continued...