Sanagawa Nana has lost both her parents, owns neither a car nor a home, and doesn't have many friends. She leads an ordinary, monotonous life as a wage worker, until she's suddenly told she's inherited the detective agency of an uncle she's never even met.
Sounds like a dream come true, right?
Of course not!
The agency is about to go under, and only two people work there!
(Blinded by good looks) Nana reluctantly takes the job and points at someone, relying on the little she knows from detective novels. "The culprit... is him?"
Everyone: Hahaha, no way.
After the case is solved.
Everyone: Wait, it really was him!
Please note before reading:
1. First-person narration. Pairing with Poe.
2. Co-written with my friend: I'm Still the Worst Detective by He Xigua Zhi.
3. A silly, indulgent story. The author isn't very clever either, so don't expect any super high-IQ cases.
Theme: Luck
I just want to write a poem (╥ω╥`) Why is it so difficult? The author should not cheat.
Oh, Dad, are you digging holes and filling them?