My name is Kuchina, I am a Shinigami. My age is unknown. I am stationed in the International Shinigami Department and engage in transnational work.
Due to my seniority, I am currently in a state of half-retirement and half-salted fish. As a result, I received a new transfer order from the Death God Department - to go to Sakura Country to deal with the local abnormal mortality rate.
The headquarters believed that at least 10% of the local mortality rate was related to a child named "Conan", so they decided to send a senior Death to lurk around him.
After a round of screening, the headquarters finally selected me.
Me: "..."
I looked at the leader with dangerous eyes.
My boss was under a lot of pressure, and then secretly told me: Don't be stressed, let's just treat it as a vacation.
I reluctantly accepted it.
And decided to implement the leader's instructions - take a good vacation.
The headquarters used the "memory tampering" spray produced by Death to tamper with the memory of the relevant personnel, and then implanted my new identity information into the brains of the relevant personnel.
So, I successfully became the eldest daughter of Kogoro Mori whom I had not seen for a long time - Fei Qianna.
Note:
①The male protagonist is Gin, maybe OOC
② A large number of private facilities dedicated to sand sculptures
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I am possessed by death in the world of Kexue
Copywriting:
My name is Honda Mingyue, codenamed Spirit, and I am a loser in the winery who is dedicated to paddling.
I am very useless, physically weak, mentally weak, and even less able to shoot a gun.
Later, for some reason, it was reported that I missed the target by 3 meters in the 50-meter shooting training. From then on, I got the title of stroke master. Maybe I was too useless.
But the boss liked me and regarded me as the organization's mascot, so I happily worked there for more than ten years.
Then, I received a new task——
My new boss has a headache every night, and the boss asked me to help him.
But my new boss is very difficult to get along with. The more headaches he gets, the more grumpy he gets. The more grumpy he gets, the more he targets me.
Ah... I sympathize with him when he has a headache, and I am easy-going when he has a bad temper. For me, I want to end my work early, return to the organization, and continue to work on my own.
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Gin: "sp! Where are you shooting?!"
Ah, I accidentally shot my boss. Fortunately, my boss responded quickly and acted quickly.
Gin: "My physical strength is so low! Go run 50 laps for me!"
Me: "..."
Gin: "Such a bad shot! Give me 300 target shots!"
Me:……
Lo and behold, my new boss was targeting me!
Gin: "If you don't finish cooking, there will be no food to eat today!"
Grass!
I quit! I'm going on strike! !
Note:
①First person in copywriting, third person in main text
②Dedicated to sand sculpture (may collapse)
③ No logic, a lot of private settings
Intention: Independence
