Liu Shen transmigrated and got a golden finger: a pair of Sharingan. It was pretty much perfect, except for one thing that made Shi Shen's head ache: he had transmigrated into a modern-day world. By chance, he helped the FBI solve a cold case involving a serial killer and was hired as a consultant. Before long, he accidentally became a legend, solving one bizarre case after another. After graduating, he returned home as his family had asked.
Then he suddenly noticed a place next door called the Mouri Detective Agency, and across the street, a tiny, unremarkable tofu shop called the Fujiwara Tofu Shop. Diagonally opposite was a run-down temple, where a man in a gray Taoist robe, picking his nose and ringing a giant bell with his foot, was engrossed in a photobook. The man was scratching his feet, and a tennis racket lay beside him.
Liu Shen: “What the heck? What kind of world have I ended up in? Could someone from my original world get online and look this up for me? I'll be waiting. This is pretty urgent!”
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
