He transmigrates into the world of Detective Conan and, through his own “hard work,” becomes a member of the liquor factory!
Codenamed Baijiu, he moves between the Red and Black sides, the one variable in the world of Detective Conan.
His origins are shrouded in mystery.
Why is Gin so lenient with him?
Why is Vermouth so interested in him?
Can a tiny butterfly’s wings stir up a tornado?
Can he uncover a truth of his own?
Can he change the fate of the original characters?
Ai Haibara: “I think he’s a good person.”
Conan: “But why does Haibara only pick on me?”
Bai Xuan took a deep drag, looking at the little black figure dressed all in black except for his white teeth. He then touched the huge lump on Conan’s head and glanced at the light reflecting off his glasses.
Then there was the steam-powered princess with chestnut hair in the distance.
And Kogoro Mouri, with his rather abstract dot eyes.
He couldn’t help but marvel, “This world really is very science-fictional.”
The author is very handsome and the novel is good. The characters are OOC. Otherwise, why would I write a fanfic?