I Survive in the Detective World by Drawing Cards, but Netizens Say I Look Like a Male Ghost

Fuxiao, who spent his days gaming at home, transmigrated by accident. After thinking through a series of highly criminal, highly punishable events involving kidnapping and extortion, he learned that he'd died suddenly from staying up too late for too long.

He'd achieved the painless GG achievement (Guys, this is not good).

The System looked suspiciously like Raphael, a certain slime.

The house's butler had the kind of name you only find in anime: Sebastian.

The System came with a forum System, like the ones in popular novels lately.

Then he looked around and realized he'd arrived in Mihua Town, a place that ran on pure detective-story logic.

Why was there a sinister filter hovering over my head all the time?

I'm really not a ghost, aaaah!

But, you know, this little detective is fun.

What's this? Conan. Tease him a little. What's this? Conan. Tease him a little.

And why are those police officers looking at me with such fond expressions? I don't even know you guys!

This world is insane. The only thing that can soothe my wounded heart is Raphael's gacha.

[Notification: Individual obtained (Gold) Kuroko's Gift]

[Notification: Individual obtained (Gold) Proof of the Black Organization's Experiments]

[Notification: Individual obtained (Gold) Bionic Puppet]

[Notification: Individual obtained (Gold) Antique Pocket Watch]

[Notification: Individual obtained (Gold) Gin's Custom Killing Intent]

Is there anything useful among all these gold items...?

I'm Kudo Shinichi, currently Edogawa Conan, and lately I've run into a seriously troublesome character.

They transferred to my school after I was fed poison.

They even took my place right away! Damn it! (gritting his teeth)

But that's not the point. There's no way that aura belongs to an ordinary student!

Ai Haibara's Black Organization radar confirmed it!

After chasing a criminal alone, Conan realized he'd been lured into a secluded alley.

Looking at the criminal's vicious grin, he braced himself to be badly injured.

Then he noticed the criminal gradually growing terrified.

The man was looking behind him...

Conan slowly turned around. The first thing he saw was a pair of red dots, like camera lenses.

"Boya~"

Every first meeting you think you have is a reunion after a long separation.

Every coincidence you see is fate drawing things together.

My writing is amateurish, but I'll do my best to tie everything together.

Apologies for any out-of-character moments.

I'm committed to writing a sweet story and giving everyone a happy life.

Theme: Make peace with yourself