I'm an ordinary person.
An ordinary person with a harmonious family, mediocre studies, and poor sports.
The goal is to successfully graduate from college, join a small company, and live a life of working from nine to six, with enough food for one person and no hunger for the whole family.
This is my fate as well.
Until one day, I realized that the number of calls to 110 in Miwa Town was too high, and I was on my way to move out of Miwa Town.
I'm dead.
I'm pretty sure I'm dead.
Because I still remember the burning heat of the bullet spinning inside me and finally embedding itself in the flesh.
I still remember the lingering smell of rust in my nose.
But I woke up the next day, in my room, like a nightmare.
No, not a dream.
What is that blood-red, locked diary lying quietly on the table?
Highlight!
The protagonist is an ordinary person! ! Except for the diary, he is at most a little smarter than ordinary people! ! !
The case belongs to Conan! !
Try to save the police school team! !
Purpose: You can't escape part-time work