Lin Xinyi Just Wants a Peaceful Life

## Chapter 1: Lin Xinyi Just Wants a Peaceful Life

It was dawn in Beika Town, Tokyo, by the Teimuzu River.

The sky was still dim.

A few cruise ships hurried across the river, sailing east towards the rising sun.

On a park bench by the river, a newcomer from another world held "his" driver's license, examining it carefully:

"Name: Lin Xinyi."

"Born May 4, Showa 47."

When he saw the words "Showa," he felt as if he'd been struck by lightning, like the Washington Monument on a rainy night.

And when he tried to convert "Showa 47" to the familiar Gregorian calendar, his last shred of hope was mercilessly torn apart by some mysterious natural force, like an American flag in a gale.

After a long silence, this otherworldly visitor, who could now be called Lin Xinyi, began to regulate his emotions:

I can't believe I've transmigrated into someone born in the 70s.

Oh well, at least my last name is the same as before. Still Lin.

Actually, they were completely different. The Japanese surname "Lin" and the Chinese surname "Lin" only looked similar; their pronunciations and origins were entirely distinct.

And I'm still decent-looking. At least I didn't get ugly after transmigrating.

To have such a good-looking photo on a driver's license, this body's appearance was clearly striking enough.

"Sigh."

He sighed softly, put down the driver's license, and then pulled out his phone from his pocket.

It was an old Nokia, the kind that could crack walnuts. The buttons were faded from overuse, and there was some uncleaned black grime in the crevices between them.

Looks like 'I' wasn't a clean person.

Lin Xinyi frowned slightly.

Out of professional habit, he liked to keep everything around him spotless.

But the unlucky soul he had "possessed" clearly didn't have such good habits.

And this guy also reeked of stale cigarette smoke, and Lin Xinyi didn't like smoking.

He somewhat distastefully lit up the phone screen, and the date displayed was clearly: "1996."

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

Sure enough, not only had he transmigrated into a "Showa man" in Japan, he had also inexplicably returned to the "past" more than twenty years ago.

Although he had imagined a different life before, this sudden transmigration, especially a soul transmigration without the original owner's memories, felt truly terrible.

After the initial bewilderment, confusion, and even pain, convinced that he had transmigrated into another person, he had to face a crucial question:

Who exactly am 'I'?

Lin Xinyi knew nothing about the owner of this body.

A mere driver's license couldn't give him enough information to understand "his" identity.

And to live safely and lawfully in this past Japan, he desperately needed to quickly step into the role of this "Lin Xinyi."

So, he could only meticulously check the personal belongings "he" carried, hoping to find some useful clues that could help him take over this identity.

The wallet is pleasantly thick. Looks like he was well-off.

One Shibishi Bank credit card, one driver's license.

The driver's license has an address. Hope it matches the actual address.

There's a lighter in the pocket, an empty cigarette pack—thank goodness, and the house key is here too.

With an address and a key, the newly arrived Lin Xinyi at least had a place to stay.

And there should be more of "Lin Xinyi's" personal belongings at home, which could help him better understand this character.

Let's check the phone again.

There might be some useful information in the contacts or text messages.

As Lin Xinyi thought this, he once again pulled out the antique phone from his pocket.

Just then, behind him, in this sparsely populated riverside green space, a call suddenly rang out:

"Shinichi~"

"Hurry up and catch up!"

The voice was clear and pleasant, with the unique vibrancy of a young girl.

"Huh?" Lin Xinyi was momentarily stunned.

Although all of the original owner's experiential memories were gone, language, as a skill-based memory, seemed to be fully preserved in his body.

So he could now speak Japanese fluently, with listening, speaking, reading, and writing skills indistinguishable from a native Tokyoite.

And that "Shinichi" just now was clearly calling his name.

Is he someone the original owner knew?

In that case, I should probably respond quickly, or it'll be bad if someone familiar notices something amiss.

With that thought, Lin Xinyi quickly stood up and, following the sound, waved his hand in greeting:

"I'm over here!"

"Huh?" The young woman's face was full of confusion as she responded to Lin Xinyi.

She was wearing a loose white training uniform, and a thin layer of sweat beaded on her beautiful cheeks. She was clearly an athletic girl who had come to the park for her morning workout.

Putting aside her inherent beauty, the most eye-catching thing about her was the prominent "horn" on top of her head, caused by her overly voluminous hair.

Not far from this beautiful girl with a distinctive "horn," stood a young man who was clearly out of breath from running.

The young man was wearing a casual white shirt. Although his face was a bit pale at the moment and his clothes were disheveled from exercise, he still exuded an undeniable handsomeness.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman—they were probably an impeccable pair like that.

And now, they were both looking at Lin Xinyi with bewildered expressions.

Their gazes seemed to say, "Who are you?"

"Uh..." Lin Xinyi quickly realized something was off.

He scratched his head awkwardly and tentatively asked, "Wasn't that 'Shinichi' just now for me?"

"N-no, it wasn't."

The "unicorn girl" pointed blankly at the boy beside her and said:

"I was calling him."

"That's right, Ran was calling me."

The boy instantly understood something:

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

"If I'm not mistaken..."

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

"Sir, you probably just happen to share the same name as me, right?"

"As expected, it's a shared name..."

Lin Xinyi let out a soft sigh and replied:

"My name is Lin Xinyi, and my given name is also Shinichi."

"However," he paused slightly, muttering softly to himself, "Kudo Shinichi, why does that name sound like I've heard it somewhere before..."

"Haha."

Hearing this, the boy named Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but smile confidently:

"Perhaps you've seen it in the newspaper."

"I guarantee, you'll have many more opportunities to hear this name in the future."

As he spoke, his gaze began to unconsciously drift towards Lin Xinyi.

His gaze was focused and meticulous, as if he were intently examining an object.

Lin Xinyi felt vaguely uncomfortable and asked aloud, "What are you looking at?"

"Ah, sorry about that."

Kudo Shinichi offered a brief apology and chuckled:

"I'm a high school detective, and I'm used to observing details about people right away."

"You know, like Sherlock Holmes."

"High school detective?"

Lin Xinyi maintained a polite smile:

Shouldn't high school students be studying hard and preparing for the college entrance exam? What kind of detective work is that?

Those private detectives usually only take small cases like catching cheating spouses. Not only do their social status and income not amount to much, but they also risk being invited by Uncle Police for a chat due to their frequent use of illegal methods like stalking and wiretapping.

This clearly wouldn't be a glorious profession that a high school student would aspire to.

Based on what he had seen and heard in his previous life, he had never imagined these two words could be combined.

But this was actually due to his own limited experience.

If he had watched the anime called Detective Conan, instead of just hearing about it but never delving into it, he would have known what kind of incredible high schooler he was facing right now.

Lin Xinyi was confused, but Kudo Shinichi, who claimed to be a high school detective, couldn't help but ask:

"Lin-san, may I ask?"

"Why are your shoes and lower legs wet?"

"Your suit pants and leather shoes both look expensive. Isn't it not good to get them soaked like this?"

Lin Xinyi chose to remain silent.

His pants and shoes were already wet when he transmigrated.

This had nothing to do with him, a transmigrator who had just taken over a new body, and he had no desire to delve into it with a high school student who enjoyed playing detective games.

"Um, Lin…"

Kudo Shinichi smiled sheepishly, seemingly wanting to ask more questions.

But the girl beside him, Ran, tugged at his sleeve, clearly annoyed:

"Shinichi! Don't ask strangers so many questions, it's really impolite!"

"Wait, I still have questions to ask."

Kudo Shinichi ignored Ran, pulling his hand free.

It was as if Mr. Lin Xinyi, whom he had just met by chance, was more endearing than his own childhood friend.

"Mr. Lin Xinyi, are you alright?"

Kudo Shinichi suddenly asked, out of the blue.

Lin Xinyi looked back at the young high schooler, a little surprised. After a moment's thought, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"…" Kudo Shinichi finally quieted down, but his gaze remained fixed on Lin Xinyi, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

It wasn't until Ran clenched her fist, her knuckles cracking with a sweet smile:

"Shinichi~ Stop bothering people!"

"And did you forget that you said you'd come with me for morning practice today to prepare for the karate tournament?!"

"Uh, wait…"

Kudo Shinichi hesitated, wanting to speak but couldn't.

His eyes were still fixated on Lin Xinyi, but his body was slowly being dragged several meters away by the incredibly strong Ran.

He was like a greedy child being forcibly pulled away from a dessert shop by his mother.

Finally, Kudo Shinichi averted his gaze and muttered to himself:

"Forget it, he should be fine."

"You won't have problems if you stop bothering people!"

Ran dragged Kudo Shinichi away without looking back, while helplessly scolding the incorrigible mystery fan.

Hearing the increasingly distant laughter of the young couple, Lin Xinyi, left behind, couldn't help but sigh:

"Youth is truly wonderful."

Having been in the workforce for several years, he couldn't help but recall his own student days.

His student days were completely consumed by books, seemingly not very colorful at all:

"Right, since I've been given a second chance at life, I should live a different one."

"In my previous life, I was too focused on training, academics, and work, and I always forgot about myself."

"Finding a less demanding job and making time for a good relationship—only then can I consider this life worthwhile."

Thinking of his monotonous past life, constantly surrounded by corpses, Lin Xinyi couldn't help but exclaim:

"In this life, I want to live a peaceful and happy life!"

Lin Xinyi was just thinking this.

Then, Ran's powerful scream echoed from the riverbank not far away:

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

A flock of birds startled and flew up from the trees.

"There's… there's a body in the water!"

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