Die in the forest from a bandit’s bullet—that’s one thing. But waking up in the body of an American detective in Los Angeles in 1989—that’s a whole different story. After my death, I got a second chance and was transferred into someone else’s body, in someone else’s country and someone else’s time. Well, still, everyone dreams of getting to America, right? And the case is bound to be the usual one: catch criminals and put them in prison. Wait. What do you mean I work in a department with the lowest pay? I mean, in three months I didn’t solve a single case? What? I have to pay child support as well? Alright, at least I’m alive—thanks for that.