Sis, Put Down the Gun. I'm Done Being a Detective

After getting hit by a car on a rainy night, Charlotte transmigrated, as you'd expect.

Transmigrating is one thing, but why did she end up as a deranged serial killer in a world packed with psychics?

Wait, this killer is the great detective Sherlock Holmes?

To clear her name, Charlotte used her ability to make up stories that come true, perfectly disguising herself as a detective.

But after solving one cold case after another, she, whose skills are even worse than those of the sleeping Kogoro Mouri, became a famous, universally known "top-tier star detective."

Detective Gordon: "The victim died alone at home. The door was locked, and he was shot eight times in the back. There are no signs of a break-in, so the truth must be a locked-room mur..."

Charlotte: "No, the victim definitely killed herself."

Fighting can't solve everything. Only logic and careful reasoning can clear away the fog surrounding the truth.

This is the story of a clueless idiot who can't do any reasoning, but eventually becomes the world's greatest detective and, along the way, gathers up every wife she's set her eyes on.