Detective Conan: Passing Through Your Entire World

Wild grass dances with gunfire, and redemption lies just one step from ruin Ji Ningwei's life is like a dull knife: three years of workplace backstabbing and romantic misfortune have pushed her to the brink of the abyss. By day, she is the cold-faced operator at a branch. Who would have guessed that three years ago she was a "cleaner," moving through crime scenes and erasing traces of bloodshed? Until one rainy night, when she found a man in black, drenched in blood, in her courtyard. Silver hair sharp as a blade, a presence cold as ice, the metallic gleam of a Beretta at his waist cutting through the darkness: he was like a dying wolf. "You should have killed me." Gin had never encountered prey like her. Her hands trembled as she stitched up his wounds, yet she dared to meet his gaze, its murderous intent still undimmed. He had always been skilled at making the innocent pay the price. Keep me, and you'll regret it. Send you away, and I already regret it. When three months of cold war finally erupted, and the "deceased" woman he had once loved returned with a scheme, Ji Ningwei finally saw clearly: what she had been wiping away was not blood at a crime scene, but the filthiest game on a chessboard of power. Gin's arrival had long since been woven into a vast web spanning the Organization and the world beyond. Was he a demon who came to claim lives, or a blade that could cleave through the darkness? [Major Content Warnings] Transmigration + Detective Conan Angst and sweetness in equal measure! Cold-blooded top killer x clear-eyed, unhinged female supporting character. They save each other, but only after stabbing each other first. Warning: Gin is out of character. When a cold-blooded man falls in love, he's more lethal than anyone else. Slow burn with a trail of foreshadowing. An original female supporting character awakens and fights back. If you find it too slow, skip straight to Volume Two. When Pandora's box is forcibly pried open, the most dangerous thing has never been the secrets inside, but the desire to swallow poison willingly, knowing full well it's poison.