You're Just a Junior Detective, So Why Is Your Desk Drawer Full of Medals?

Fang Qingping thinks he's cursed.

From the very first day the [God-Tier Crime-Solving Sign-In System] activated,

wherever he goes,

a murder takes place.

Theft, robbery, wife-murder, serial killers...

The cases come so frequently

that his colleagues call him “Fang Conan” behind his back.

To everyone else, they're just ordinary passersby.

To him, they're murderers with crime scores over their heads.

An ordinary interrogation

becomes a tearful confession of every crime as soon as he steps in.

When the shadow of the international organization “The Distillery” falls over Bincheng,

and headquarters sends Conan to help,

he sees that Fang Qingping has already taken down three of their bases.

Conan looks grim:

This is even more ridiculous than me!