COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Edogawa Conan opened his eyes in the darkness.

Sensing the feeling of drowsiness and powerlessness that still filled his body, he stood up staggeringly.

His hands were tied behind his back.

The fat woman is not here.

So…

Where is the Tsushima guy who was with him at the time?

He looked around and didn't see Shuji Tsushima.

He jumped on the table and looked outside.

It is the second floor of a remote house.

Damn it!

What are they trying to do!

"It's really thanks to you, otherwise I'd let that kid run away." A fat woman's voice came from outside the room.

Edogawa Conan hurried to the door and looked out through the small hole in the door.

"Indeed, thanks to him, but you are too careless." A man wearing a dark blue stand-up collar cloak, a top hat and a white evil mask said in a low voice.

! !

It's the people of the organization!

how come…

"Oh, I didn't expect that guy would actually come to me and ask for help." Another deep, familiar, emotionless voice sounded.

This is…

Edogawa Conan tried his best to open his eyes to see.

But he saw Shuji Tsushima, dressed in black, sitting on the sofa with a blank face.

The exposed left eyes were emotionless, dark and dead.

how come…

The Tsushima guy...

Are you actually with them? !

Damn!

It turns out that you have already been targeted by the organization? !

Kudo Shinichi clenched his fists.

"When I talk about this, I want to laugh. That kid is so innocent. Are you sure he is a high school detective Kudo Shinichi?" The fat woman said with a smug smile.

"You can't be wrong, it's him. He should have taken the drugs developed by the organization to shrink his body and become what he is now." The man wearing a mask said in a hoarse and low voice.

"Indeed, he is Kudo Shinichi." Sitting on the sofa, Shuji Tsushima also confirmed this fact.

"Are you going to kill him?" The young man in black had a low tone, his kite-colored left eye was dull and full of darkness.

"No, let's observe it first," said the man in the mask.

damn...

"Is that kid awake?" the woman asked.

Kudo Shinichi looked at the masked man walking towards the room, and immediately lay on the ground and pretended to be dizzy.

"Not yet." The man walked outside the room, observed through the opening in the door and replied.

"I brought a box of Tissue's medicine. As long as I find someone to eat it, I will know its effect." The masked man held a small silver tin box in one hand, showing half red and half white pills.

Edogawa Conan stared at the medicine box, ready to move.

"Anyway, the transaction partner tomorrow will be killed after the transaction is completed." The man wearing the mask said ruthlessly.

"The trading time is tomorrow at 13 o'clock. Let's sleep well tonight." The man said.

The woman and the man laughed wildly, and the boy on the sofa sneered grimly.

The aura of the wicked fills this space.

…

Kudo Shinichi, who had been looking for clues in the house for a long time, followed the clues to the Rice Blossom Hotel, and found the room number in the hotel parking lot.

After trying his best to coax a child, he managed to infiltrate the room where they did the transaction.

Then he was taken out of the cabinet by a man wearing a mask.

A tall man, a fat woman, a woman wearing a mask, and Shuji Tsushima, who was dressed in black and wrapped in bandages, all stared at a certain elementary school student who was pulled out of the cabinet.

"Farewell, Kudo Shinichi-senpai," said Shuji Tsushima in black.

Damn it, you Tsushima, why! !

"Goodbye, high school detective." Said the masked man, took out a pistol, and pulled the trigger at Edogawa Conan.

I want, is it dead?

Kudo Shinichi widened his eyes in despair.

A small arrow hit Edogawa Conan's head.

Kudo Shinichi: …

"Sorry, sorry, I really can't hold it anymore." The man wearing the mask couldn't help but took off the mask with a smile.

"...??" Dad?

Edogawa Conan looked confused.

"It's me." The fat woman said, pulling her entire head off with her hair attached, revealing a more youthful and beautiful face.

Kudo Shinichi: ...Mom?

That tall man...

"It's me, Shinichi." A zipper appeared on the man's chest, and Dr. Agsa got out from it.

This guy from Nazushima...

Kudo Shinichi looked at Shuji Tsushima beside him.

"Yo." Tsushima Shuji tilted his head and waved at him.

Oh, your head! !

You actually followed them to play with me!

It's too much! !

Kudo Shin lay expressionlessly on the sofa.

"No way, the clues I left are meaningless to Shuji..." Kudo Yusaku said helplessly.

"So I can't put you together."

"After all, Shuji recognized me as soon as he saw me."

"It's not like a high school detective who doesn't even recognize her own mother." Yukiko Kudo said in a buoyant tone.

Kudo Shinichi Dead Fisheye: I'm really sorry.

You pretend to be so wicked.

and many more.

"Mom, why are you calling this fellow Tsushima Shuji..." Edogawa Conan couldn't help asking.

"You didn't call me Tsushima brother, sure enough..." Tsushima Shuji shook his head aside.

Kudo Shinichi: Sure enough, you clearly know my identity! Don't say it yet! Look at me calling you brother every day!

Damn it, brat!

"Hey, because your father and I met Shuji when we were young." Yukiko Kudo explained.

"At your sister Chris' party."

"When he was young, he was already a genius that your father admitted." Kudo Yukiko boasted.

"Indeed, I was shocked by his genius at the time." Kudo Yusaku said helplessly.

At that time, he published a new mystery novel, and the children at the banquet, including adults, surrounded him trying to understand the plot and who the murderer was.

In a crowd full of doubts, a little boy in a small black suit with a bandage on his right eye stood aside with an expressionless face, making him particularly conspicuous.

"Have you read my book? Do you have any questions? My child." Yusaku Kudo asked gently.

A sentence ready to answer a child's innocent question.

But I heard the boy's cold voice.

"...The murderer is him," he said.

Yusaku Kudo was stunned for a moment.

He was sure that he did not write the identity of the murderer in the text...

So…

Why does this child know?

"Why do you think so?" Kudo Yusaku crouched down, looked at the boy, and said in a serious tone.

"...It's too simple." The boy's voice was cold.

But Yusaku Kudo lost his language ability.

"This is really, Shuji this kid, but he was the first person who told me in front of me that the plot of the novel I wrote was too simple, and the truth could be seen at a glance." Kudo Yusaku praised.

It was the child that Chris' friend temporarily fostered in the other's home.

After that, he often showed others drafts of unpublished works.

That child always had a cold and distant attitude, but he was able to directly point out the method and the culprit.

Of course, evaluations are also different.

"too easy."

"It's boring."

"It's quite interesting."

The boy always responds so coldly.

However, the cases that received his fairly interesting evaluation will arouse the thinking and discussion of reasoning enthusiasts around the world.

Those cases are also known as the most difficult cases written by Yusaku Kudo.

However, in front of Shuji Tsushima, these cases can only get a fairly interesting evaluation.

Yusaku Kudo knew that the genius of this child was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

However, it didn't take long for the child's family to take him away, and Yusaku Kudo and Yukiko Kudo never saw each other again.

"But Shuji looks exactly the same as when he was a child," Yukiko Kudo said.

After all, he changed from a boy in a black suit with bandages to a boy in a black suit and coat still with bandages.

It's almost like scaling up.

"Shinichi, you should study hard with Shuji." Kudo Yusaku patted Kudo Shinichi on the head.

Shinichi Kudo, Fisheye: Why do I want to learn from that guy...

He's a suicidal person...

But...to the extent that even my father would be moved, how talented Tsushima is!

Kudo Shinichi fell into deep thought.

"It's so dangerous here, why don't you leave with your parents." Yukiko Kudo suggested.

"I have friends at the United Police Station, and it won't take long to find the whereabouts of that organization..." Yusaku Kudo said in a flat tone.

Shuji Tsushima on the side:…

Are you talking about the fbi? It's useless, it's useless, I can't find it~

"I don't! I want to find out that organization myself!" Edogawa Conan loudly refused.

"But..." Yukiko Kudo said worriedly.

"Forget it, let Shinichi check it out for the time being." Kudo Yusaku stood up~www.novelmt.com~ I think there must be other reasons for him not wanting to leave. ' said meaningfully.

Kudo Shinichi: Dead fish blushed.

…

Kudo Yukiko, who became Edogawa Bumyo again, sent Edogawa Conan back to the Mori detective agency.

Mouri Kogoro, who received a huge check, happily agreed to let Edogawa Conan continue to live there.

"On the Japanese side, Shinichi will ask Shuji to take care of you." Yukiko Kudo and Yusaku Kudo said standing in front of Shuji Tsushima.

"I see." Tsushima Shuji glanced at a certain elementary school student and nodded.

I've already taken care of him enough, so Gin hasn't dropped bombs at the Maori Detective Agency, and hasn't opened a helicopter to bomb the agency.

After all, the living are more valuable than the dead.

Especially for experimental subjects.

"Do you still feel bored?" Yusaku Kudo asked.

The young man was stunned.

"No, it seems that one day, it suddenly became interesting." The boy with a bandage on his right eye lowered his left eye and said with a light smile.

It would be nice if it were true.

The world will become interesting one day.

"Really?" Yusaku Kudo said softly.

"That's good." He seemed relieved.

"...Hmm." Tsushima Shuji replied with an unclear meaning.

"The state of your childhood made me very worried that your outstanding talent will bring you ruin..." Kudo Yusaku said earnestly.

[The genius of the evildoer seems to never escape the end of self-destruction]

[It seems that the world can never leave their steps behind]

Yukiko Kudo and Yusaku Kudo board a flight to the United States.

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