I was told I had only six months to live, but then I accidentally managed to kick the bucket in my sleep.
But I transmigrated, so I guess I kicked the bucket without actually kicking the bucket.
I transmigrated into the world of my fave, a spectacular failure.
I just wanted to save myself sixty years of effort. Why is that so hard...?!
* The Police Academy Trio gets saved.
* A daughter who only has a name.
* Same author as on Lofter.
This is a premise my friend came up with while chatting with me late one night. The experience means a lot to both of us: illness and thoughts of death. We talked until three in the morning, then decided I'd write the whole story while she provided the plot developments and ending. So updates will be whenever. I'm just a typewriter responsible for putting the ideas into practice. (kneels)
I've watched Detective Conan, but not very closely. I skipped through most of it at double speed, while she's a devoted Conan fan. If I get any details wrong, I apologize in advance. I'll take all corrections seriously and fix them.
I don't know what will happen next either...! (bows) Let's see if my friend can come up with ideas in time...!
The Lofter version is written in second person. After discussing it with my friend, I gave the daughter a name for Jinjiang.
That's all.
Theme: Surviving is meaningful too.
