My name is Tanaka Aiyu, I am 27 years old this year. I am an ordinary third-rate detective who is about to enter middle age. I run a detective agency that has not been known for a long time and has a credibility as good as that of the Metropolitan Police Department.
The business is usually busy, and he is praised as the best in the cat and dog catching industry. In the six months since joining the company, the negative review rate has been extremely close to zero, making him a legend in the industry.
There is a nineteen-year-old beautiful girl colleague, Kirigiri Sakurai, who cannot lift her shoulders or hands, and whose writing partner is pronounced as the sponsor, and a three-year-old cow cat, Myoma, who was fed from a bamboo pole to a semi-hungry by the beautiful girl colleague.
Oh, let me correct you, it's the sponsor of the main business lady's side job detective assistant, her overweight cutie, and the main business lady's maid (…) side job detective me.
The work of the detective agency is very leisurely. I go to get off work on time and get off work on time. I don't have to fight for a seat on the last train, and I can catch half-price lunch boxes at convenience stores. Because the eldest lady has a lot of money, she doesn't have to compete with her peers for the business of catching rapes, and she doesn't have to worry about not being able to afford food when she catches cats and dogs.
Soft rice, what soft rice, I only know that I am very happy.
But the eldest lady is a enterprising eldest lady. She has been working hard to promote me from a third-rate detective who crawls around in idleness to a second-rate detective. But because I always insist on going to work at the same time and leaving get off work at the same time, never standing when I can sit, and never sitting when I can slump, I start to miss the half-price bento at the convenience store when the time comes. Our little-known detective agency has become even more unknown.
Until one day, Kirigiri-sama blocked me as I was about to sneak away from get off work with a stack of documents, causing me to miss the half-price bento that day.
Male protagonist first person perspective
Warning about indigenous literature, the male and female protagonists are not normal people, warning about three strange views, warning about atypical views on love, non-participation in the red and black literature, ooc warning
Newbies writing, welcome to catch bugs, please be gentle with your criticism.
Purpose: The shadow of the past cannot be escaped, only by facing it head-on can one redeem oneself