I've always thought my ability was to make everyone around me less intelligent.
Take the man crying in front of me at this cafe, for example.
After his mind went haywire, he started babbling that he was a bomber.
So I kindly called the police station and a psychiatric hospital for him.
Friends, do you think I did the right thing?
Anyway, after that, someone suggested I enroll in the police academy.
But... how could I possibly take a job that requires this much physical effort?
What! The job comes with a guaranteed placement? What! The pay and benefits are pretty good?
I love jobs that require physical effort!
By a strange twist of fate, I found out that my ability is to make people unable to help telling the truth.
My first thought was: So that guy really was a bomber after all!
But I didn't dwell on it for long, because...
Tokyo is so unbelievably busy!!!
Four or five cases a day. Who could handle that without the money!
Reader's note:
No romance! No romance!
The male lead solves cases with a sarcastic, humorous style. (The cases are original.)
Theme: Honesty matters.
