Detective Conan Fanfiction: The Human Comedy of Mori Ji

The protagonist is like a frosted glass box. Originally it was as clean as new, clear and transparent, but once I went through the transition, I was afraid of pain, confusion, unwillingness and helplessness and other negative emotions, which made me blurry but not completely blurry. But so far, she/he has reconciled the past and the present very well, making the scratches just scratches and not breaking the glass_(:_‖∠)_ Although, the anesthetic resistance made me feel the faint smell of knife, ughಠ_ಠ

I like reading this book. The main character feels that he/she can't tell who he/she really is because of time travel. He/she escapes and pretends to be a real boy. He/she likes it but can't express it.

There are a lot of bugs, but I can accept it