The Coser Ran into the Wrong World Again

The original characters caught me. And it happened in the most mortifying way possible I joined the Black Organization in a Black Randou secret identity, only to run into the Armed Detective Agency on my very first mission. It was even worse when I took on the secret identity of sixteen-year-old Gin. I passed out in front of all the fake alcohols, covered in bullet wounds. When I finally switched to a more normal Nakahara Chuuya secret identity, I ran into Dazai again. Looking at Dazai, who was a genius at sticking to the script, I went: "..." I said expressionlessly, "Unit A942 is standing by. Please give your instructions." Dazai: "What? Say that again?" "Unit A942 is standing by. Please give your instructions." I'm a heartless parrot now. No one will see through me, and there'll be no more mortifying moments. (Lights a cigarette with a world-weary air.) Dazai: "???" Dazai: "!!!!!!" *Battle-damaged cosplayer *Written in third person *The male lead is a chaotic troublemaker who just wants to have fun * *Here's a recommendation for my brand-new no-romance story coming soon~ Cosplaying as a Literary Great, But I Went to the Wrong Set Here's the thing: while cosplaying as the pure-black version of Oda Sakunosuke, I transmigrated to the Detective Conan world with my friends. But unlike my all-powerful friends, I can't do anything. While they were busy making trouble everywhere, from the Public Security Bureau to the Black Organization to the FBI, I picked up my pen and decided to keep working as a writer. I never expected that I would accidentally run into a whole bunch of murder cases while writing. After being treated as a suspect yet again because I can't express myself well, I skillfully pulled out my phone: [Dazai, help me!] My friend Dazai, who's thriving in the Black Organization: [Wait for me. I'm coming right away!] Me: [No, there's no need. Conan already helped solve it...] But my friend Dazai was already on his way. - ...In Conan's eyes, after just solving a case, I must have been the world's unluckiest person. Because after I got entangled with a Black Organization member made of living black sludge, I was surrounded by the Public Security Bureau and the FBI as well. Seeing Conan pester me every day to ask what I was writing, how could I possibly tell him? I was writing about a high school girl and a chuunibyou boy's epic romance, so grand and moving it could shake the heavens and stir the earth. Waaahhhh *Written in third person *One person is an entire assassin organization: Oda Sakunosuke, lol *A depressed novelist and his friends, lol Theme: Live life happily~