Live a plain and quiet life, go to and from school normally, and have a cup of afternoon tea. What a pleasant life it is to solve small cases. But... When can I live like this? Why are everyone looking at me? I want to be a passerby, a passerby. The author snickered and said: Don't even think about it.
A small amount of plot + homemade cases. Please avoid those with few brain cells... Please bring your own medicine if you are sensitive to the central nervous system...
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