Prologue

Mother... It's me again...

Ah... Remembering that gives me a bit of encouragement with this stupid state, definitely thinking clearly when seeing something as disgusting and disgusting as this, would make any idiot with common sense's hair stand on end... But it just so happens, that, being Drunk, it's not the best way to question how a young woman committed suicide with a gun that her own father left in the wrong hands, but honestly, seeing how the events were so obvious made me want to laugh in the client's face, I did. which would not have been a good idea...

But in addition to begging me to investigate a murder, he offered me an absurd amount of money to solve this, which we are here, with the 400 dollar whiskey that I will drink in one night, while I review the evidence that my assistant took...

"Of course, sir, leaving a gun at the reception with a girl with less brain than a peanut, and with altered perception of reality, she wouldn't wipe out her brains in an act of stupidity, surely it's highly unlikely..."

The case itself is a joke, so obvious that even an idiot could crack it. But what happens when that idiot is yourself? Sometimes the simplest cases become so confusing that even an experienced detective like me can get lost in them. Or maybe I'm just not seeing the solution clearly because I'm too drunk.

My mind is cloudy, but my mood is still present. That's why I love my job, even in the worst of times, I can always find something to laugh at. After all, it's hard not to laugh at the irony of a police public detective who gets drunk and can't solve an obvious case. But I guess that's the point of this black comedy, right?

Laughter is the only thing that keeps me sane at this job, even at times like this when I can't think straight. Maybe I should stop trying to solve the case for now, go back to my office and sleep it off. After all, the case will still be there tomorrow, waiting to be solved. And in the meantime, at least I can keep laughing at my own failure.