Daddy_strikes_

"Pay attention to the sights, and not the words. Because sounds can often be deceptive.
But sight...Sights never lie.
Thus the question is not what is in front of your eyes.The question is , what are you looking at? "

Max , a wanna be mystery writer comes to another world after dying thanks to our good old truck-kun . But before he can dream about his adventurous life in this new world , he somehow ends up becoming a death row prisoner . 


Can he solve the mystery to prove his innocence or is this the end for him ? 

And what happens after that? How will he navigate in this new world, all alone?

Will he simply continue being a doctor, or may be mystery writer?

Or, may be a DETECTIVE ?


Well, to know that, you have to follow Max on this new journey of his. ........ 

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For all the mystery lovers, this is going to be a fantastic detective journey with lots of twists and turns. The role of the system is going to be minimal here and all the cases will be solved by his own reasoning and genius. So go ahead and read to your heart's content .

* MC won't be outright genius at the level of Sherlock Holmes from the first chapter and will develop his ability slowly.

* 4 chap/ week

* Magic castle = 3 bonus chap. 
* Spacecraft = 5 bonus chap. 
* Golden gachapeon = 7 bonus chap. 

* If power stones > 150 by the weekend, then a bonus chap next week.

* cover not mine.

Detective Max 007

"No, it's all impossible. Because, because that day I didn't meet Dr Watson at all. "

Sam roared anxiously to defend himself.

Max's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he listened intently to Sam's response, considering the implications of his vehement denial.

He leaned back in his chair, maintaining a composed demeanor as he processed Sam's words.

"What do you mean you didn't meet Dr Watson? If so, then what did you do after sneaking into his house that night? "

Max asked, his voice measured yet probing, indicating his determination to unravel the truth.

Sam hesitated, visibly taken aback by Max's persistent questioning. He shifted in his seat, his hands gripping the armrests tightly as he attempted to gather his thoughts.

Sam's story