COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

The body is very heavy.

Very dizzy.

"It's so cold..." He turned over and murmured.

[Host! You have a fever! ] The system hastily reminded.

[Um... ask for a leave for me and the school. ] He said in a daze.

[Let me sleep for a while, just get some sleep. ]

[It would be better if he could die in his sleep without pain. ] His heart responded to the system like this.

[…] The system quiets down.

Honestly pretended that the guardian called Di Guang and asked for leave for the host.

In fact, he also has medicines that can directly treat Shuji Tsushima, but he has been rejected countless times.

Because of what the host said.

"In this world, only pain can make me feel like a living human being and keep me awake."

"The medicine that makes me lose my pain is poison to me." The young man smiled like this, and the kite-colored eyes were empty.

But in the blink of an eye, he had another attitude, grinning, without the emptiness of the previous moment.

"How is it? Dazai Osamu should have this attitude, right? Hahaha, my COS is absolutely perfect~"

Even the system can't tell whether it's a role-playing line or the host's true thoughts.

All the system can do is to listen to the host's command, that's all.

The air conditioner in the room turned on silently.

Shuji Tsushima was woken up today by the constantly vibrating mobile phone.

His mobile phone was originally silent, and the message reminder was only turned on for special personnel.

That includes gin.

After all, the only person responsible for contacting him on Neon's side is Gin.

Turning over the phone, he glanced at the unread messages.

A text message at 6:40.

[Task****—gin]

[Today's execution task is under your command. —gin]

[By the way, let's meet the code members of Neon's side. —gin]

And the latest text message at 10:30.

[downstairs, come down quickly when you wake up. —gin]

Gin is an obsessive-compulsive disorder that manifests in many ways.

For example, when he sends a text message, he chooses the exact time. For example, the first text message at 6:40, 10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes, 40 minutes, 50 minutes, or exactly six o'clock is fine.

However, a number like 11.21.31 is absolutely not acceptable.

And even though he is left-handed, he often trains his right-hand flexibility.

And so on a series of bad faults.

Although he complained about the other party so mercilessly in his heart, he still got out of bed slowly.

"The school has asked for leave again. I guess the whole school knows about Tsushima Shuji's character for treating the sick." He thought helplessly.

But he didn't care too much, after all, this was indeed the character he wanted to create.

He poked his phone and sent a message back to Jinjiu.

[I know—cahors]

After washing and changing clothes, he wore a black mask and a black wide-brimmed hat that he had never worn on the coat rack, and went out.

Silently got on the Porsche parked at the door.

"Kaor, what's wrong with you?" Vodka asked worriedly after glancing at the boy who was dressed differently than usual.

"Little... cold... Qiu." Before he could speak, he sneezed firmly.

"Tsk." Gin stuttered impatiently.

"Vodka, drive," he ordered.

"Okay, eldest brother." He glanced worriedly at the tightly wrapped young man sitting in the back again, and vodka started the car honestly.

If Kaa had a cold and a fever and burned his brain...

Could the boss be blamed on Big Brother...

Vodka was very uneasy, for fear that because Kaa's illness burned his brain, the eldest brother would be rejected by the boss for wearing small shoes.

"This is the member who is waiting for the mission. You are responsible for directing their actions." Gin sent him a document.

"You contact them yourself," he said.

Not at all worried that the other party won't be able to contact other people.

"It's best that your illness won't affect this mission." The silver-haired man spoke mercilessly.

"Don't worry, it's just a simple task." Kao said in a slightly hoarse voice due to a cold.

"It's best." Gin sneered.

At the same time, other people's mobile phones received text messages from Cahors.

[This mission is under my command throughout the entire process. You don't need to ask questions. Just do what I say without hesitation—cahors]

Another member I haven't seen before, Cahors, black wine? What kind of person will it be?

Bourbon, the undercover police officer, had dark eyes.

"Where's your liaison headset?" After the message was sent, Tsushima Shuji, who had a dizzy head, reacted.

[There is a button on the side of the mobile phone issued by the organization, press it, a contact headset will appear, and you can communicate in real time when you put on the headset—cahors]

He invented such a thing because it was convenient, and it was put in the mobile phone when not in use, and it was good to take it out when it was in use.

Unless you lose your phone too...

Then you can't be saved, just wait to die.

And Gin, as a model worker for the organization, he must also have it.

On the other side, the few people who received the text message tried to find it, and found a button on the right side of the phone that could not be seen without looking closely. It could only be opened with a pin or other sharp objects.

After opening it, a small compartment appeared. There was indeed a mini flat-round headset in it. It was this size. When you put it in your ear, would it really not fall off?

[You can try to squeeze it into the shape and size you want, and the baffles of the compartment can also be removed as hanging ears—cahors]

Bourbon picked up the mini headset with serious eyes, stretched out his hand and rubbed it.

He saw that the headset, which was barely visible at first, gradually swelled at his fingertips, from a small point to a small ball.

Putting it in his ear, he heard voices from other people.

"Your headset won't be gone, right?" said a low, hoarse, slightly panting voice.

"Heh." A cold, murderous sneer, this was the voice of Gin.

The one who spoke just now was the commander of this operation, Cahors?

"Actually...cough...cough..."

"Actually, I've prepared a spare for you. It's behind the phone, you can look for it carefully... Cough, cough, cough." It was just a short sentence, and the other party was almost out of breath.

You can hear the other person's discomfort through the voice.

However, when you get sick at the juncture of the task, Gin will not be so tolerant and kind to care about you.

He only cares if the mission will be affected.

"Tsk." He heard Gin's tongue stuttering impatiently.

"Trouble brat," said Gin.

Maybe in the next second, this Cahors who is the commander will lose his status as the commander this time.

Bourbon thought so.

"Vodka, go and buy medicine for this kid." Gin impatiently instructed vodka.

"Yes! Big brother!" Vodka ran out without complaint.

Organizing Undercover Bourbon: ? ? ? ?

Are you the gin I know?

Shouldn't you have taken out a gun and killed such a hindrance?

what are you doing? ? ?

"Ah, the scenery here is really not... Aqiu... Wrong." The voice on the opposite side, suspected of Cahors, said.

"Don't even think about jumping off here in front of me."

"Suicide is also considered a form of betrayal. Do you want to betray the organization? Kaa." Gin said.

"No, Aqiu... It's too scary for me to jump down, cough...he's bloody, and it must be painful." He finally finished his sentence.

Jump off the building? suicide? betray?

Does Cahors have the idea of ​​betraying the organization? Even at the risk of dying?

But why did he become a commander...

Amuro couldn't figure it out.

"Brother, I'm back." Vodka came back with a bag of cold medicine.

"Come on, Kaa, you won't feel bad after taking the medicine." Vodka said in a tone that seemed to treat a child.

Tsushima Shuji:  …

"No, I refuse, I don't want to take medicine." Three consecutive refusals.

"Eat it yourself, or I'll feed you, choose one." Gin said coldly.

Bourbon heard the sound of loading, and he could imagine the scene over there from a distance.

Gin must have pointed a gun at the opponent's head... or something.

"Ouch, it's so unpalatable..." In the end, he still took the medicine obediently.

There's no way, it's impossible to be injected with drugs, and he's not Kudo Shinichi!

"Protect your brain well, Kaa, the boss cares about it for ten minutes, the treasure of our organization." Gin said meaningfully.

Toru Amuro: ? ? ? ?

You covet other people's brains? ? ? Sure enough, criminal organizations are amazing and have no bottom line.

This time, it was an official who was going to be killed. As for the reason, Shuji Tsushima didn't bother to ask.

It is nothing more than offending the people of the organization, or affecting the interests of the organization.

Today happened to be the speech conference where the opponent was elected.

It is also an open-air place.

"Bourbon, now you go touch the man in the blue shirt at the porcelain venue." Toru Amuro looked at the position that the other party said, and sure enough, he saw a man in a blue shirt.

Plain clothes arranged by the police.

Damn, how could it be discovered so quickly.

"Received." In order not to arouse suspicion, he still replied on the contact channel.

"Trinidad, the third man from left to right is the target. When I say shoot, don't hesitate."

Trinidad? Another bottle of wine I heard for the first time...

How many code-named members there are in the organization that he doesn't know.

Amuro gritted his teeth.

"Bourbon, go up. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" He rushed up according to the order, and accidentally bumped into the plainclothes man, just the moment the other party strayed.

"Trinidad."

"Bang—" The target's temple was penetrated by a bullet, his head exploded, and his headless body lay on the podium.

The blood from the bullet pierced through the temple splattered on the curtain of the podium.

With the deep bullet as the stamen, a red and white intertwined flower blooms.

And the plainclothes who had just been hit by Toru Amuro were also shot through the forehead at the same time.

Blood even splashed on Amuro Toru.

"Trinidad, leave your current location."

"Bourbon, turn left and keep walking forward without stopping. There is a brown cardboard box on the right. Take off your blood-stained coat and throw it in, then walk forward 100 meters."

"Okay, the mission is over, that's all."

Hearing the voice in the headset, Amuro regained his senses, only to realize that he had already walked out of the scope of the crime scene and came to the street where people come and go.

At the same time, a woman in a peaked cap passed him by.

"Urgent report, our country's Senator Fujiwara was attacked by a mysterious organization sniper at the scene of today's speech conference..."

"Unfortunately, the congressman and the police officer who protected him died unfortunately."

"According to the sniping location found, it can be known that the sniper who killed the congressman killed the congressman at a distance of 1,000 yards, that is, a distance of 915 meters..."

"On the other side, the sniper who killed the police officer, the location of his sniping has not yet been found."

…

"Send me home, I want to sleep." Tsushima Shuji said from the back seat.

"Vodka, drive."

After the task is completed, the gin is still relatively easy to talk to.