We, who were supposed to escape from the hell of college entrance examination and run towards a better life, actually... Wore it! Cross! Got it!
Or travel to the world of the Death God elementary school student?
Mom, I want to go home, I'm really going to hell now
Guest No. 1: Landed directly in the VIP auditorium of the gin murder scene, and received a small gift of pills, and even an SSR gift package: he was awarded a squinty-eyed guardian.
Guest No. 2: No, brother, why did you put me in a dark room after I traveled through time? I also have to draw blood every day. It turns out I'm the organization's experiment, so that's no problem, bro.
Guest No. 3: Overtime, still overtime, endless overtime, you ask me why I don't have a rest? Of course it's because I'm a policeman, let me kill Conan first (death smile)
Guest No. 4: I have to keep a poker face at all times because I am an undercover agent. Mamma Mia, why on earth am I, a person with zero psychological quality, allowed to be an undercover agent? Who will save me?
Guest No. 5: Well, the setting given to me by the system is... But why. I can always see ghosts with my own eyes. Uh, hello, Matsuda... Ogiwara... Morofushi... Squad leader?
As aliens who do not belong to this world, of course we have to act out our identities, and our task is to help Conan complete the main plot. That's right, the name of this mission is called The Development of a Movie King... Oh no, it's a showdown between red and black.
Let's complete the mission, reach the finale, and go home beautifully.
Intention: growth