M/n...
A normal guy going to highschool like any other kid, nothing special...unless.
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Detective Conan doesn't belong to me it belongs to Gosho Aoyama.
The only thing I owned is the plot here and some of the charact...
"And that novel was written by Agatha Christie, not my beloved Conan Doyle-sama." The female that sat behind him, Shimizu Nanako, 24, a librarian, scoffed, though still expressionless.
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"My word. Who let this amateur on the tour?" The male beside her, Kawatsu Ikuo, 25, a high school gym teacher, complained.
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"Talk about a real party pooper..." Yoshiaki bummed out.
"I'm supposed to live with these jerks for three whole days?!" Mouri whisper-shouted, leaning to Ran.
"These aren't the only guests. As we speak, the tour director is in another car, taking other guests back to the lodge!" The driver or maid of the owner of the tour, Iwai Hitomi, 24, chimed in.
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"Oh man..." Mouri whined.
"Oh, come on. The more the merrier!" Conan exclaimed beside him.
"I'll give you merrier!" Mouri shouted, before hitting Conan in the head.
"Ouch!" Conan yelped and held the huge bump that just appeared on his head.
M/n only stirs in his sleep, as he hugged Conan closer, his head resting on Conan's shoulder.
