Detective Conan: We've Transmigrated, So Who's Still Working Like a Dog?

The moment Jiang Yang opens his eyes, he has transmigrated into the world of the elementary school Grim Reaper.

When he sees his own golden hair, Porsche 356A, and Beretta pistol,

not to mention Vodka at his side, the underling who's never taken off his sunglasses, he completely falls apart.

Damn it!

So this is that watered-down distillery with Gin mixed in, right?

There's no way to live like this!

Everyone's a good-for-nothing, and undercover agents are everywhere.

He's the only one putting in honest work!

After thinking it over, Jiang Yang decides to slack off.

From then on, whenever he gets a mission, he does the bare minimum.

Making money always comes first.

But just as Jiang Yang makes a fortune through black-on-black crime,

the distillery's higher-ups set their sights on him.

Vermouth: "Gin, I'm here on behalf of the big boss to question you."

"Where did all the money in this room come from?!"

Facing Vermouth's interrogation, Jiang Yang remains perfectly calm.

"Money? What money? It's all the fruit of my labor, isn't it?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.