COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"If it is in a place where there are no people, even if there is a sniping incident, even if you saved me, not many people will know about it. In this way, we must find a way to let the Japanese police know that you saved me." Shuji Tsushima turned the phone boredly.

"It's better not to do useless actions." The voice was also full of boredom.

"Sunday is... the day after tomorrow," said Scotland, thinking about the date.

It's only a day away, after all, today is also coming to an end.

"After today is over, it will be tomorrow, and then... the day when the play will be released. I am afraid that the police did not expect the organization to act so quickly." Shuji Tsushima showed a sly smile.

"I can't wait." The blond man showed an expectant expression.

The day passed quickly, and the three of them stayed in the apartment all day without going out for half a step.

It wasn't until Sunday that the three of Shuji Tsushima were ready to go out.

Amuro Toru and Midorikawa always wear three-piece bodyguard suits, which can be recognized as bodyguards at a glance.

Shuji Tsushima changed into black clothes again.

Judging from the plot, he should be doubting himself now, because Edogawa Conan and Akai Shuichi both raised questions about his white clothes and hairstyle, so he will deliberately let himself not wear white clothes, nor Comb hair like that.

In this way, restoring the original black outfit is what he will inevitably do.

After that, if I still wear white clothes and do my hair like that...

It can only show that his illness is getting worse.

"Let's go." Osamu Tsushima straightened his black tie and walked out the door.

Bourbon and Scotland put on shades.

The moment they went out, they became Amuro Toru and Midorikawa Mu.

The car was also a black Rolls-Royce that matched their clothes.

After their car drove out of the garage, a red car also drove out behind them.

"FBI's car." Toru Amuro glanced in the rearview mirror.

The other party didn't even intend to avoid them, and just followed them openly.

"The courage is really getting bigger and bigger." The blond man's eyes were extremely cold.

It looked like he wanted to brake immediately and rush down to give the fbi who followed him two shots.

But he didn't.

"Sit down." He just reminded the two people in the car.

Then suddenly speed up.

Akai Hideichi in the red car at the rear didn't catch up with the car that was speeding up suddenly, but just changed direction.

If the people in front pretended they didn't see him, he would continue to follow, but the other party speeded up and made it clear that he was not welcome to follow, so of course he had no choice but to go back.

But he could still guess where they were going.

Looking at the direction, it is estimated that it is Tsushima Club.

Although Shuji Tsushima seldom goes there, it's not like he never goes there.

Not only that, Akai Shuichi also noticed that Shuji Tsushima's clothes and hairstyle today have changed back to their previous appearance.

Mingming also said the day before yesterday that he thought the white clothes and that hairstyle looked good.

Did you change it on purpose, or just didn't like it?

…

Many journalists with long guns and short cannons had already gathered outside the building of Tsushima Club.

These are the media of the newspaper office that got the news.

As for how they got the news...

Shuji Tsushima, who was sitting in the car, showed a hidden smile.

You only need to make a few more phone calls after changing your voice, pretending to be acquainted with the employees of the Tsushima Club, and get the news from the real staff of the Tsushima Club, and then sell it to ordinary people in the newspaper.

Not only did a group of reporters swarm here as planned, but they also got paid by various newspapers.

A sure-fire deal.

"Do you want to go down now?" Toru Amuro asked looking at the scene outside the car.

The car couldn't go any further, because those reporters blocked the car like crazy, and didn't give them a chance to continue driving. Not even afraid of being hit to death.

If it's Bourbon, it doesn't matter if you kill someone.

But he is the bodyguard Toru Amuro now, so he can't do that.

"No, it will be resolved soon." Shuji Tsushima sat in his seat without moving a word as usual.

Sure enough, two teams of strong men in black suits came over soon, pushed all the reporters who were stuck in the traffic to one side, and cleared the way for them to move on.

"Go ahead and drive to the door." Shuji Tsushima raised his chin and said.

Nothing that happened outside could arouse any reaction from him.

I have experienced these a lot at a glance.

Toru Amuro continued to drive the car forward.

Finally, the car stopped when it reached the gate.

Toru Amuro and Midorikawa got out of the car and opened the door for Shuji Tsushima.

Looking at the clean red carpet laid out in front of the car, as long as Shuji Tsushima stretched his feet, he buried his head even lower.

Although it's not the first time I've seen it, but every time they see the bodyguards of Tsushima's family can do this, they still want to complain.

Living up to the intentions of those who prepared the red carpet, Shuji Tsushima stepped on the red carpet.

At the same time, some reporters also squeezed over, desperately squeezing the bodyguards who isolated them, stretched out the microphones, and asked the most wanted questions.

"May I ask what product this product seminar was launched for?"

"Is Tsushima Club going to launch a new product?"

"Would you please answer our question, President Tsushima."

"What type of Tsushima Club's latest product will it be?"

Various questions came one after another, and Shuji Tsushima heard them, but he remained indifferent, with a cold and melancholy expression.

"Not yet decided."

"So I can't say yet."

His answers were also very brief.

At the same time, Gin had already appeared on the roof of a building near the Tsushima Club with his own sniper rifle.

Picking up the sniper rifle, he saw the pretentious figure in the crowd through the scope, and the corners of his lips curled up coldly.

"Brother... really... really want to shoot?" Vodka asked hesitantly from the side.

Kayo would be dead with one shot!

Big brother actually wants to do something to Kayo?

No way?

Were all those special treatments before fake?

Big brother or the cold, crisp big brother?

"Be quiet, Vodka." Gin reminded in a low voice.

A bullet has been aimed at someone's head.

With his gradually widening smile, the bullets flew out.

No one in the lively crowd seemed to be aware of the approaching danger. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

until…

"Be careful—" the blond bodyguard suddenly yelled, pinned Shuji Tsushima's head, and threw him out.

Followed by an explosion sounded.

Standing beside Shuji Tsushima, the nearest reporter had turned into a headless corpse.

The reporters who were crowded next to each other had their faces and bodies stained with blood, and what's more, their faces were covered in brains.

"Ah—" The people who were stained with blood and saw the headless corpse on the ground let out sharp screams.

Sunday is the resurrection day of Christ and the birth day of the sun god.

Shuji Tsushima, on the other hand, caused the assassination of terrorists on this day.

Word spread quickly.