COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"That's the one." The sarcastic voice initiator looked at Kogoro Mouri.

Mouri Kogoro, who was watched by everyone:…

hateful! Wasn't it when he was on the road when someone asked him which of the Sherlock Holmes cases he liked and he answered Murder on the Western Express? !

"I knew I shouldn't have come to such an inexplicable person's party..." Mouri Kogoro became angry.

"Go back." He turned to leave.

"Wait a minute...Mr. Maori..." The head of the regiment rushed over and grabbed him.

"You are my special guest, how can you leave?" the head of the regiment persuaded in a good voice.

"Everyone, let me introduce to you, our special guest..."

"I know, he is the Maori Kogoro. I often see him in the newspapers, and some people compare him to Sherlock Holmes..." Kento Toishi embraced his girlfriend, Ayako Ogi, and joked.

"If you want me to tell you, you are not qualified to be compared with Sherlock Holmes at all. Even that junior high school detective is better than you." He mocked Kogoro Maori.

Shuji Tsushima, who was taciturn and kept a low profile on the sidelines: ...Thank you for the compliment?

Mori Kogoro is getting angry.

Mori Kogoro was furious.

Mori Kogoro is about to explode.

"Really, Conan, return the things to Tsushima-kun." Mao Lilan said to the primary school student.

"Oh, Tsushima-bro, here it is." Edogawa Conan was obedient and obedient.

"Conan? Kid, your name is Conan?!" Everyone surrounded him and asked.

He couldn't bear to continue laughing at Kogoro Mori.

Mouri Kogoro's anger... went out.

It's even more irritating to be ignored!

"Yes, I also think this name is awesome!" Edogawa Conan said proudly.

Tsushima Shuji: ... I like it so much, why don't you just be Edogawa Conan for the rest of your life.

The tour leader brought out a Sherlock Holmes collector's edition.

"If you want to get this book, you only need to answer these questions. By the way, only those who answer more than 990 questions correctly are eligible to enter the final stage." He said so.

The waitress on the side began to distribute questions to the crowd.

Tsushima Shuji looked at the plethora of questions above.

"Hey... it's not very simple." He said lightly.

"As long as you are a loyal Sherlock Holmes fan, you can easily answer it correctly." He flipped the question and said casually after reading it.

"Right, everyone." He asked with a natural look and a shallow smile.

Crowd: …

"Yeah, based on how much we love Sherlock Holmes, we can definitely answer." They looked at each other and nodded.

"Then, the answer time is until tomorrow night. In order to prevent you from discussing with each other, there are surveillance cameras and bugs everywhere in this hotel..."

"Also please cooperate with us to hand over your mobile phone..."

The waitress came to a person with a tray and put away her mobile phone.

Tsushima Shuji: ...It's started.

A practice that eliminates the possibility of communication.

The mobile phone you handed in can't survive at all.

He thought so, and the other party had come to him with a tray.

He took a black mobile phone from the pocket of the detective's coat and put it on it.

The other party went to the next person.

"Now, please feel free to do what you want." After all the mobile phones were put away, the head of the regiment and the innkeeper said so.

"Back to the room, back to the room." Hattori Heiji looked around, but did not notice that Kudo Shinichi was so bored after that he sighed.

"Let's go, Tsushima," he called.

"Okay." Tsushima Shuji also turned around and left.

…

True Sherlock Holmes fans - like Kudo Shinichi, do it all for one night.

The fake Sherlock Holmes fan, Shuji Tsushima, goes to bed early after playing games.

Only 989 questions were asked on the questionnaire.

Hattori Heiji, who had come to the room to find him, was full of question marks.

"Tsujima... Don't you want that Sherlock Holmes Collector's Edition?" He asked with a solemn expression, leaving a small blank questionnaire.

You have to answer 990 questions correctly to qualify for that book...

You only did 989 courses...

"Ah...because I already have it, so..." The boy scratched his face with his index finger.

"Let it be given to other people who like it." He said with a smile in his tone.

As if glad that others liked Sherlock Holmes too.

Hattori Heiji: ...the aura of the good man behind you is shining...

But... I'm really confident, thinking that if I answer all the questions, others won't have the chance to get the prize...

Except during the meal time, almost all the people who participated in this activity were doing questionnaires in their own rooms.

At dinner time, everyone gathered together and waited for the boss to check the papers.

It was like a group of students who were queuing up with exam papers to find a teacher.

Except for the fake Sherlock Holmes Tsushima Shuji, and... Hattori Heiji and Maori father and daughter who are not Sherlock Holmes fans at all.

But there were only three people who didn't fit in.

why?

Because Shuji Tsushima was trying to blend in with Sherlock Holmes fans.

he succeeded

He is now a true Sherlock Holmes fan.

"Why hasn't the boss come yet?" someone said impatiently.

"It seems that those legends are true." Someone said.

"It is said that the owner of this inn is doing this kind of tour group to deceive people, and the purpose is to show off the book." He said under the gazes of everyone.

"I want to go back."

"Me too, back to my room."

"Really."

Several people left the restaurant with a look of disinterest.

Only a few people were left sitting.

Toshi Yan and Ogi Ayako, Hattori Heiji, Edogawa Conan and Maurilan five people.

Tsushima Shuji... went back to his room and went to sleep.

After all, as a sick teenager, staying up all night is absolutely not allowed.

Even if I can't sleep tonight.

He lay on the bed in a daze, reaching out to cover his eyes.

Can't sleep.

Time passed silently in a daze.

There was a deafening explosion from outside the hotel.

Tsushima Shuji was in a daze, too lazy to move, so he regained his senses after a while and sat up from the bed.

Sure enough, there was another fatality.

This time with him, there are three young detectives...

It's not normal to have no fatalities, right?

While putting on his coat, he messed up his hair in front of the mirror and opened the door as if he couldn't take care of it in time.

"what happened?"

Everyone came to the restaurant and saw a few people outside through the window of the restaurant.

"The owner of the hotel just drove off the cliff in front of us all..." Hattori Heiji explained.

"The boss drove off the cliff by himself?"

"Isn't that suicide~www.novelmt.com~ Kogoro Mouri said.

"Are you really sure it's the boss himself?" He looked suspiciously at Hattori Heiji beside him.

"Maybe the boss used a dummy to scare us on purpose?" Kogoro Mouri speculated.

"How is it possible, that is the boss himself, I can be sure that he is a real person." Hattori Heiji retorted angrily.

"You unqualified uncle detective, stop doing unreliable reasoning." Hattori Heiji said.

"Hey... A real person..." Tsushima Shuji gasped slightly from the side, as if he had just run over and exhausted his strength.

"Cough... At that time, the boss...cough..." He couldn't help covering his mouth with a fist.

"Really alive...cough...?" he asked.