A Detective Conan fanfiction.
[Ding! Congratulations, you have bound the Talent Development System!]
[Work hard to take part in the story, earn development points, and cultivate high-quality talent!]
Shuize Sanchuan transmigrated into the world of Detective Conan and became a sickly young man who was out of breath after just a few steps.
To stay alive, he solved cases, rescued people, befriended important characters, and changed all kinds of storylines, working diligently and exhausting himself in the process.
At last, he cultivated a whole series of capable helpers, lending a hand to the Black Organization's eventual downfall.
Talent One: Butler
Equally at home in high society and the kitchen, there's nothing he can't do if you can think of it.
Talent Two: Bodyguard
An expert at both killing and defusing bombs, he can trade shots with Gin and race cars with Bourbon.
Talent Three: Doctor
An undercover agent at the distillery, a technology thief, a medical genius, and the one who cracks APTX 4869.
Talent Four: Leader
The distillery may have fallen, but it's only reasonable that its “legacy” continues to nourish thousands upon thousands of American gangs.
And then there's Conan's acting ability, Ran's keen senses…
Shuize Sanchuan: Add it! Add a whole lot more!
P.S.
1. The protagonist is rational and career-focused, puts reason above all, and absolutely has no romantic pairing. If he does have one, it's sleeping and eating.
2. The author is a beginner, so please go easy on me.
3. The author is ignorant, and a lot of professional knowledge comes from Baidu. Don't nitpick.
4. OOC warning.
5. Some details are author-invented.
6. The five police academy friends, Miyano Akemi, Hiroki Sawada, and Curacao will all be saved.
Come on, come on, come on