Detective Conan: I Swear I've Never Been the Culprit, Okay?

In 2066, Su Chen dies with a lifetime’s regret: he’d always wanted to commit a crime, but never had the guts. When he opens his eyes, he finds himself transmigrated to Beika Town, where murders happen more often than mealtimes.

Other transmigrators either get the Reaper’s script or an outrageously powerful golden finger. He gets only a pocket dimension containing a two-story house in the countryside, with drafty walls, a creaky bed, and a cellar half-filled with sweet potatoes and potatoes.

No money, no detective’s brain, and certainly no protagonist’s aura. He has only a cowardly heart, eager to stir up trouble but terrified of getting hit with Conan’s Tranquilizer Dart or stuffed into a cement barrel by Gin.

Looking at the neighbors around him, every one of them either a “murderer or a victim,” Su Chen tearfully clings to his shabby little pocket dimension. Keep your head down. Don’t make waves! Even if he can’t become a criminal mastermind in this life, he absolutely must not become the next victim in a Beika Town murder case!