Surviving in the Detective World With a Delivery System

I died, then I came back to life.

After being resurrected, I suddenly had a parcel station mutual-aid System in my head.

The System left me with barely a breath. On the brink of death, I could only send out a plea for help with trembling hands: Help! I'm in the Conan world, losing too much blood, urgent!

Ten seconds later...

[1F: Hey, OP, 1-001 is my parcel. It's a blanket. You must be freezing from all that blood loss. I'm sure you really need this parcel I ordered!]

[2F: No way! My Adao* is what the OP needs most! You have to clear away the hair before treating a wound. This thing is great at removing hair!]

[10086F: Stop arguing, everyone! The OP is in Tokyo, so they must be missing... a squat toilet! Hang on, OP, I'll buy one and mail it to you right now!]

I lay on the ground, staring at the few strange objects that had suddenly appeared beside me, deep in thought.

...Maybe I should just die again.

Blurb captured and saved on 2022.5.23

Theme: Stand on your own two feet and rise to the top of life.