After transmigrating into the world of Detective Conan, I became the Black Organization’s most mysterious code-named member: Erguotou.
Gin thinks I’m just a talkative lunatic. Vodka thinks I’m completely off my rocker.
Then a head shot skyward on a roller coaster. Pointing at the bloodied pillar, obscured by a holy glow, I said to the silver-haired man beside me:
“Look. This is a ‘rule.’”
At the Organization’s base, I used a bloodstained thread to choke Vodka from across the room, right in front of everyone.
With Gin’s gun pointed at me, I smiled and explained what “mediums” and “catalysts” were.
“The other side of the world has opened its eyes.”
Sucking on a lollipop, I looked at all the top assassins.
“And I just saw it before you did.”
From then on, the Organization’s mission reports included a new category: “supernatural containment.” Every murder in Beika Town could give rise to a new “rule.”
I used my “just here for the fun” act to humor the Organization, all while planting seeds of terror in everyone’s minds.
Shinichi Kudo, no, Conan Edogawa, pursued me with the most scientific logic, even though I was the least scientific thing imaginable.
But was this “supernatural resurgence,” which I had set in motion myself, a salvation, or an even grander… celebration?
AI pre-prepared dishes are still soups, but at least they are not pre-prepared and they are not unpalatable. It's okay.
Talent turns fake into real?
I hope there will be more interesting and weird props
It looks good, don't stop updating.
Chapter 146, this title looks so familiar
The writing is okay, but the protagonist's role is a bit lacking, isn't it? I've read half of them, mostly about Conan.