I, Kudo Shinichi, the rice flower death god

I, Kudo Shinichi, Rice Flower Death Author: Moeka Hungryhu

Get smaller?It is impossible to become smaller in this life

I don’t know how to solve crimes, so I can only write some light novels to make money to support my family.

After all, I have a childhood sweetheart to raise.

I have a little loli that I picked up to raise.

There is another eldest lady...

So, it’s normal to have some black and white food once in a while, right?

(The winery is my home, make money and spend it on me)

Chapter 1 "Mrs. Kudo"

Fandi, Kudo's house.

"Well, it's so dazzling."

Lying on the bed, raising his arms to block the morning light shining in from the window through the gaps in the curtains, the young man yawned.

His name is Xinyi...well, that was his name before time travel.

His current name is Shinichi Kudo Shinichi, a well-known high school detective in Tokyo.

At the same time, he is also the criminal consultant of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department (the self-proclaimed name of Officer Megure), and the God of Death.

The reason is that he brought the Death System with him when he traveled through time.

It seems that due to being localized by Neon, the God of Death he became is not the image seen in the movies of his previous life, dressed in black and holding a scythe.

Instead, he wears a black samurai uniform and holds a weapon called a Zanpakutō, using it to send away the souls of the dead.

This reminded him of a certain passionate anime he watched in his previous life.

"But when will such a collection end?"

Looking at his own Death Points, which had increased by more than ten points after a busy night, and the dazzling array of coveted products in the system mall, Shinichi felt that life was hopeless.

I'm too hard!

A soul only has 1-5 points. It has been almost ten years since I traveled through time. I upgraded from a little kid to a high school student. I have only accumulated less than [-] Death Points. In addition to the ones that have been used, the system panel now displays The number is only a pitiful three digits.

“Is the system’s only way to collect points by transcending souls?”

Shinichi asked, unwilling to give up.

Unexpectedly, the system actually gave a reply this time.

"There are other ways, the host can dig them out by himself."

The mechanical system sounds emotionless.

"There really is another way!"

Shinichi was stunned.

He just asked casually. After all, he had asked so many times over the years, but the system did not respond every time, except this time.

What is the reason for this?

"Shinichi! Shinichi, are you still sleeping?"

At this moment, a clear and sweet female voice sounded, and she had already walked to the door of his bedroom as she spoke.

"I'm coming in!"

Opening the door, a pretty girl wearing a turtleneck came in.

"Lan, morning!"

Shinichi looked at his childhood sweetheart in front of him, smiled and said hello.

"It's so early! It's almost eight o'clock, Shinichi, you lazy idiot!"

Xiaolan put her hands on Xiaoman's waist and pretended to be angry, but gave up after a few seconds.

Really, why can't I be angry at this smiling face?

It was natural to start tidying up Xinyi's bedroom, Xiaolan thought to herself.

It's been like this since I was a child. Every time I'm obviously very angry, but as long as I see that smiling face, I can't continue. Why on earth?

Putting the clothes in her hands into the washing machine, Xiaolan was still struggling with this problem.

He walked to the window in a few steps and opened the half-closed curtains. The early morning sunlight completely poured into the room, and along with the fresh air, it made people feel refreshed.

The blooming cherry blossom tree in the yard was not affected by the cold weather, exuding vitality in this cold winter.

Stretching, Shinichi spoke in a voice that only he could hear.

"I hope nothing troublesome happens today."

He had just returned from abroad, and he hadn't had enough rest yet. If he just stayed at home, his damn death aura wouldn't cause anything, right?

Shinichi muttered silently.

As if to echo his own death system, he discovered that he seemed to have a strange passive talent, which manifested itself as - wherever he went, a case might happen.

Among them, the majority are homicides.

So Shinichi calls it the Death Aura.

And as he grows older, the intensity of this death halo also increases day by day. Almost every time he goes out, he will encounter some unexpected event.

Although it won't affect the people around Shinichi, he is helpless when encountering this kind of thing all the time.

Even his identity as a detective was slowly assumed after he cleared himself of suspicion time and time again.

After all, the person who will show up at the murder scene is either the criminal or the person who caught the criminal. You have to choose one of the two. Of course Shinichi chooses the latter.

Of course, this detective identity also brought him another trouble.

"By the way Shinichi, Officer Megure heard that you are back and wants you to come."

Xiaolan's energetic voice came from downstairs, interrupting Shinichi's thoughts.

She had already started preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

"Know it!"

While changing out of his pajamas, Shinichi responded.

It's him again!

In his mind, the image of a chubby, middle-aged policeman wearing a brown suit that had never changed appeared in his mind.

As a member of the Criminal Investigation Section [-] of the Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Section [-], we always rely on ourselves, a high school student, to solve cases. Is this really okay?

Although at the beginning it was because he wanted to solve the case early so that he could leave the crime scene, he took the initiative to ask for help in solving the case.

But Officer Memu seems to have tasted the benefits of leaving get off work early. Every time he encounters a case that is difficult to solve, he will think of him immediately.

Even at home, Shinichi would be visited by police officer Megure asking for help, and even dragged to the scene to help with both carrot and stick.

"We need to have a good talk with Officer Megure!"

Although the Metropolitan Police Department granted him the position of honorary consultant in return and also required a hefty salary, Shinichi was not short of money at all.

My father is a world-famous writer of mystery novels, my mother was the most popular actress in Sakura Country before she retired, and Shinichi is a well-to-do rich second generation.

Wouldn't it be nice for him to be a novel writer like his father and make money while lying down after typing?

After changing clothes and briefly washing up, Xin went downstairs and walked into the restaurant.

"I made tea for you. Breakfast will be ready later."

Xiaolan was standing in front of the pan, flipping the fried eggs in the pan from time to time with the chopsticks in her hands.

"smell good!"

Shinichi walked up behind the little cook and put his head on her left shoulder. He didn't know whether he was praising the food in the pot or the girl in front of him.

"I hate it, go sit there and don't disturb me!"

Startled, Xiaolan blushed and complained.

Having grown up together, she was accustomed to such behavior.

"learn!"

After giving a funny salute, Shinichi returned to the dining table, resting his head on his hands and watching the little cook's every move.

A light pink apron is tied in front of her body, which Xiaolan personally selected.

Under the apron, even a beige turtleneck sweater can't hide her good figure. Coupled with her gentle and pretty face, she exudes the charm of a young girl.

"Lan, you will definitely be a good wife in the future!"

It was an ordinary compliment, but he said something extraordinary.

"Who, who wants to be your wife!"

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Xiaolan turned around and muttered, her little head magically emitting steam.

"I didn't say who it was, or was this what you were thinking about? Gong, Teng, Tai, Tai!"

With a smirk on his face, Shinichi continued.

He has long considered Xiaolan, his childhood sweetheart, as his own, and even gave her the other key to his home.

It's a pity that Xiaolan can obviously wake him up and cook and wash clothes for him like an old couple, but every time this topic is mentioned, Xiaolan is very shy and either finds an excuse to leave or transfers it abruptly. topic.

Before going abroad last year, he tried to talk things out, but the girl actually fainted from shyness.

Fortunately, they are only 16 years old and still have a lot of time.

Moreover, teasing this girl from time to time like this is also a kind of fun.

Of course, this teasing has consequences.

What was supposed to be a delicious breakfast turned into a pile of coke because Xiaolan, the cook, was too shy and her brain shut down.