Detective Conan: All I Want Is to Lie Flat, but I’m Forced to Fight Every Day

[Conan fic, driven by wild ideas]

Synopsis:

This world is a little supernatural.

People who were confirmed dead days ago suddenly return home, and a great fire lifts the curtain on the story.

Ghosts and monsters run rampant, and witches emerge one after another.

A man who died years ago suddenly takes off his mask. “Hey.”

Conan Edogawa: “???”

After witnessing all sorts of mind-bending events, Conan says in frustration, “Don't tell me none of you are ordinary people.”

Matsuda: “Being able to defuse bombs counts as ordinary, right?” He props his chin on his hand, thinking.

Wataru Takagi: “Does having bad luck count?”

Sasaki Yu: “Cough, cough... Sorry, I'm not in great health. I'll definitely answer next time, cough, cough...”

One day, Matsuda defuses ten bombs in thirty minutes. He spends ten minutes doing the actual work and the other twenty showing off.

One day, Takagi is walking along when he trips on flat ground and ends up in the hospital. The next day, he gets praised by his superiors, earns an extra merit point, and sees his bonus doubled.

One day, Sasaki coughs and coughs until a member of the organization with a code name defects on the spot. One more ally!

Conan gives Amuro a dangerous look. “What about you?”

Amuro: “...I can make sandwiches.”

Conan: “Hm?”

Amuro: “...I can make coffee, too.”

Amuro: “Want a cup?”

Because of her unusual ability, Sasaki Yu is often stuck suffering from its side effects. Today, she once again manages to escape disaster and hides in a corner, barely clinging to life.

But then two men in black suddenly appear out of nowhere. She is forced to overhear their conversation, and once they notice her, they threaten to kill her?

Yet the two of them actually start arguing over what to do with her?

She lies there a little longer, waiting to hear how it ends.