COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Atobe House, Akashi House, Tsushima House.

Almost at the same time, I received something from the owner of the video game city.

A cart of dolls.

"Master Jingwu..." The butler of the Ajibu family looked at the very humble and enthusiastic delivery man who smiled, and then looked at his own young master with a natural expression.

"Pack up a room for them." Atobe Keigo ordered in a natural tone.

The housekeeper also instructed others to do things with a natural look.

The same thing happened in the Akashi House on the other side.

"Put them away for me." The red-haired youth instructed calmly.

"Yes." The retainer said respectfully.

…

Tsushima Apartments.

Dolls, big and small, filled the sofa.

Toru Amuro and Scotland could only sit on the chairs at the dining table, looking at each other.

"Ugh..." Scotland sighed.

"After all, Kaa is still a child." The man with black hair and phoenix eyes persuaded his friend.

"Like these... no problem..." Well.

"..." Amuro Toru remained silent.

"Ah." He responded without emotion.

"Since it's his stuff, it should all be put in his room, right? No problem." He suddenly smiled with empathy on his face.

"This...should..." Scottish tone was helpless.

Immediately afterwards, he saw his friends, and ran several times happily, and moved all the dolls on the sofa to Kaa's room and piled them on Kaa's bed.

"Zero..." Scotland hesitated.

You put it like this... Where should Kaa sleep when he comes back?

"Huh?" The blond, dark-skinned man narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"No... nothing." Scotland stopped talking.

as long as you are happy.

…

The top floor of the Tsushima Corporation headquarters building.

Shuji Tsushima sat at his desk and watched the report, and the projection on the opposite wall displayed various data.

"Someone has already received it... Flying motorcycles and hoverboards..." He rested his chin in one hand and turned the report with the other.

"Yes, most people responded well, and... there are many other companies that have also purchased our products... Do you want to...?" Butler Tanaka stood beside him, bowing his head respectfully, his eyes deep.

Tsushima Shuji: …Sure enough, the companies of members of the organization cannot be really serious companies.

Come on, Tsushima Club is just a cover, right? The real face is actually the black O giant, right?

"It doesn't matter, if they are willing to spend money, let them spend it." The boy casually closed the report, turned off the projector, turned his chair and faced the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the building scenery outside the window with dark eyes.

"How can we refuse others to send us money?" he said inexplicably.

"But... Master Shuji, if they imitate our products..." Butler Tanaka said in a worried tone.

"Mr. Tanaka." The boy interrupted him.

"If that really happened..."

"It's all up to you."

"It's okay." The boy smiled, with an expression that looked like he believed in his own elders.

"Yes! I will never allow others to do things that are detrimental to the interests of the Tsushima family." Butler Tanaka bowed his head respectfully and said.

"The TV drama you mentioned is also in the preparatory stage. The heroine has decided on Miss Nanami Lisu, do you have any thoughts on the male lead?" Butler Tanaka whispered while standing beside Tsushima Shuji.

"Hey..." Tsushima Shuji recalled while holding his chin.

Almost forgot about this.

"...The choice of roles should be left to the crew. After all, we are laymen." He had a well-behaved look.

"What you said is." Butler Tanaka cheered.

No matter what Shuji Tsushima wants to do, he will only support it.

…

in a research institute.

Researchers are rushing to disassemble the motorcycle that just arrived at the institute.

"No matter how many cars are torn down, you all have to figure out the principle of it..." The man with a big belly in a suit instructed.

Gee, fat-headed pig-headed man.

Some people couldn't help but curse in their hearts.

He still looked at each other with a respectful look on his face.

"But, President, didn't that President Tsushima say it? If you open it abruptly...maybe..." He hesitated.

"There's nothing to believe about that kid's words, but it's just to scare people." The big-bellied president sneered and said dismissively.

"Did the kid's tricks scare you adults?" he mocked in a vision circle.

"I don't pay you wages for your retirement. You just need to complete the work I gave you, don't question me." He looked at a group of people coldly.

"I hope you won't make me feel like I've raised a bunch of useless waste—" he said with an arrogant smile.

"Yes, you are right." The leading researcher bent down and nodded continuously.

"Hmph." The president glanced at them and turned away arrogantly.

"Don't look at it, go and do your own work." After the other party left, the leader straightened up and warned the people around him.

Bah, tending to be inflamed, villainous behavior.

running dog.

Others were disdainful in their hearts, but they still spread out in twos and threes.

"Then, leave the research on flying motorcycles to me..." The man who took the lead was decisive.

"This..." Several other people looked hesitant.

If the research yields results, there will be a large bonus...

Do you just hand over your hands like this...

"What? Do you want to do your own research?" The man who took the lead had a high tone.

"Based on your level, it's still very early." He said contemptuously.

Several people clenched their fists.

On the same day, an explosion occurred at the institute, and it is said that the researchers were taken to the hospital for first aid on the spot.

Reporters swarmed, and the owner of the institute looked very impatient in the face of the long guns and short cannons of microphones and cameras.

Asking the reason is also pushing three obstacles and changing the topic.

However, clues were still found by the pervasive media.

"Is your company researching the flying motorcycles released by the Tsushima company?"

"Does your company plan to start a trade war with Tsushima Corporation?"

"Does your company..."

"Does President Tsushima know that you are researching his products behind the scenes?"

…

On the other hand, Tsushima Shuji was also blocked by the media at Tsushima Club.

Although protected by a row of strong men in black, these reporters would not get too close to him.

"Excuse me, President Tsushima, do you know about the recent explosions at the research institute?"

"It is reported that they all exploded while researching your company's products..."

"Is there any safety hazard in your company's products?"

"What do you think of competitors who study their own company's products?"

"Will you please answer our questions?"

Escorted by bodyguards, the boy who calmly got into the back seat of the car lowered the window~www.novelmt.com~ with a blank expression and a cold tone.

"The products of Tsushima Corporation do not have potential safety hazards, as for the explosion..."

"I reminded them long ago, don't disassemble our products at will, accidents are prone to occur."

"After all, their researchers are still somewhat different from ours." The boy said casually, with a helpless tone.

Then the window was closed.

Surrounded by many vehicles.