This is an old piece I happened to find in my middle school textbooks. I wrote it back then purely to indulge my own fantasies. Still, I think it's a little plain, but it has something to it. (If you think I'm just flattering myself, I'll admit it, because it's true~) I couldn't recapture the feeling I had when writing this story, so I added an ending with a rather unusual style.
This story could also be called □□, I suppose. It's a genuinely short piece, so I hope you can spare a few minutes to read and support it. Some people may say my writing is awful, and there's nothing I can do about that, but I still want to thank you for reading my work.
That's all.
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Although immature, he possesses the touching qualities unique to the literature of that time.
This Cao spits well, connecting Harry Potter
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I'm guessing it's not Kudo Shinichi because the plot takes place in New York. I guess he's not just some cannon fodder, otherwise the author wouldn't ask this. I guess it's not Kaitou Kidd, because it seems a bit far. I'm guessing it's not Kogoro Mori, since his tracking skills wouldn't be good enough not to be discovered by Gin. I guess it's not Shuichi Akai or Belmond, because they want to avoid suspicion. Vodka doesn't do that. Neither can Dr. A Li. It is said that he is still the boss behind the scenes. So I guess... I am! Just kidding. I am the big black version of so-and-so, I forgot his name. I checked that his name is Hattori Heiji,