COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Izayoi Mochizuki got out of the car at a street corner.

Only one book remains.

"sinner"

Shuji Tsushima opened the first page, and what caught his eye was the introduction of the author.

Izayoi Mochizuki, a writer in the Kasuga magazine department.

And... a little short story before the story.

[Beishen kneels in front of the statue and asks the question whether wishful love and trust are sinful. ]

[If this is the case, do not know whether the person who is loved and trusted is guilty or not. ]

[The all-knowing, all-powerful, yet inactive God... Could it be that he is also a sinner? ]

"In that case... the whole world is full of sinners..." Tsushima Shuji roughly flipped through the entire book.

The protagonist Beisen is an ordinary man with a crush. The only thing worth mentioning is that he is a fanatic at the beginning of the story.

The person who is secretly in love with wishful thinking, the person who is secretly in love without knowing anything.

Bystanders who join in the fun, pretending to be unknown parties.

The protagonist who imitates the clown's appearance and makes others laugh.

Looking at the world from Beisen's point of view, he finds that the world is full of sin.

At the end of the story, Beisen, who killed people, stood in front of the statue and looked at his hands.

[I'm guilty. ]

Tsushima Shuji closed the book and put it aside.

Although it was not written in the book that Kitamori killed people, Shuji Tsushima saw it.

For others it might be shocking words and plot, but for him...

Not enough black mud and depression.

But given his age, he was indeed a genius.

Tsushima Shuji: I can do it, genius writer? Here you go.

Whoops, just talking.

It is better to be a painter than to be a writer.

Tsushima Shuji was inexplicably confident in his painting skills.

"Master Tsushima, we're here." He Xiang reminded him in a low voice when he closed the book.

The car had pulled into a property on the outskirts.

Typical gothic castle building.

Add a corner full of white roses.

Spooky and beautiful, it's the perfect setting for a horror movie.

Tsushima Shuji lived here for a while when he was a child, with his adoptive father.

"Xuzhi, long time no see." The man in the wheelchair who was pushed out had a thin blanket over his legs, and his voice was gentle.

The black-haired, dark-eyed man looked gentle and handsome, with pale complexion and no blood.

It is indeed somewhat similar to Tsushima Shuji.

Tsushima Shuji:  …

"Long time no see, uncle, how are you?" Tsushima Shuji walked to him and asked politely.

"I'm still the same, and Xiuzhi is still as polite as he was when he was a child." Haruhiko Oba smiled gently and stretched out his hand to touch the other's head, but withdrew his hand.

"I almost forgot, Xiuzhi, you have grown up and grown taller. Uncle can't touch your head in a wheelchair anymore." His words were full of regret.

Looking at the legs under the thin blanket, he sighed softly.

Tsushima Shuji: ...you should change your number.

"It's okay, my uncle can always treat me like a child." The boy said, crouching beside the wheelchair.

"Xuzhi is such a good boy." Oba Haruhiko touched the other's head contentedly.

Tsushima Shuji: Thank you.

"Woooooo is so touching..." He Xiang couldn't help shedding tears.

"Mr. Haruhiko keeps everything here as Master Tsushima used to live. Every day, he will have someone clean Master Tsushima's room..." He Xiang wiped his tears and said moved.

Tsushima Shuji: ...Actually, it's all the credit of those employees.

"Then I'll leave, and I won't disturb Mr. Haruhiko and Master Tsushima." Xiang Xiang said his goodbyes consciously.

Only Shuji Tsushima, with a group of bodyguards, and Haruhiko Oba, who was also with a group of bodyguards, looked at each other silently.

The only one who was silent was Shuji Tsushima.

Haruhiko Oba always had a gentle smile.

"Let Xiuzhi push me." He said to the bodyguard who pushed the wheelchair behind him.

"It's been a long time since Xiuji pushed me through a wheelchair." He sighed full of memories.

Tsushima Shuji lowered his eyes and pushed him forward obediently.

"Yeah, it's been a long time."

At first, Shuji Tsushima, who was not as tall as a wheelchair, pushed the wheelchair for him.

It was just a few steps away, and no one else was there.

Even if Haruhiko Oba stood up and walked like flying, no one would know.

However, he just forced Tsushima Shuji to push him.

The young Tsushima Shuji pushed him step by step, and the other party would deliberately trip the young Tsushima Shuji.

Then, looking at Shuji Tsushima, who was sitting on the ground with a blank face, he began to sneer mercilessly.

"Bangdang-" The wheelchair slammed into the steps beside him.

"Cough...cough..." Tsushima Shuji stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and coughed, and his hands were covered in blood when he put them down.

At the same time, Haruhiko Oba also put down the blood-stained handkerchief.

"Mr. Haruhiko! Master Xiuzhi!...Quick! Go get another wheelchair for Master Xiuzhi." Immediately, a bodyguard rushed up and ordered anxiously.

The two people who coughed and vomited blood together looked at each other.

Tsushima Shuji was pushed into a wheelchair.

He was pushed forward together with Haruhiko Oba.

Tsushima Shuji: ...don't walk any more in the future.

Let Gin or Bourbon push me in a wheelchair.

It feels quite convenient/hehe~

"Cough..." Oba Haruhiko clenched his fist in front of his mouth and coughed lightly.

Tsushima Shuji: Are you laughing...

I see oh.

"You all go out, Xiuzhi stay and chat with me." In Haruhiko Oba's room, he instructed the other bodyguards.

Only Tsushima Shuji and himself were left in a wheelchair.

"Is neon fun? Xiuzhi." The man put away the blanket, stood up and sat on the office chair beside him.

"...It's pretty boring." Tsushima Shuji sat in a wheelchair with a sad expression.

"Sure enough... what can make you happy?" The man sighed while sitting on the chair.

"...Have you found something that makes you happy?" Tsushima Shuji answered nonchalantly.

"That's right." The man stood up, walked behind Shuji Tsushima, stretched out his hand and pushed the wheelchair naturally.

He pushed the person to the window, opened the curtains, and let the sun shine into the house.

"Can't that interesting experiment give you a little fun?" He asked with his hands on the wheelchair and lowered his head.

"... Barely pass the time." Tsushima Shuji looked down at the rose bushes outside the window and stood up.

With one hand on the window sill, he jumped up lightly, sat on the window sill and looked up at the sky.

"That's enough, their value." Haruhiko Oba said in a low tone.

"What do you want to do now? Xiuzhi." He asked, standing behind the boy.

"I don't want to do anything." The boy's eyes were empty, his head lowered, and the next moment, he fell face down.

"You really like to joke with me."

He stood inside the house, watching the boy in the white shirt fall from the air on the balcony, shaking his head gently.

The boy fell into the rose bush downstairs~www.novelmt.com~ The bandage was cut by the thorns of the rose, and the blood stained the red and white bandage.

It looks like countless red roses are blooming on the body.

Tsushima Shuji turned over among the flowers, crushing more roses, and their thorns left more marks on him.

He saw the figure in the upstairs room disappear.

"Are you happy now? Xiuzhi." The wheelchair stopped leisurely outside the flowers.

Don't ask why he jumped all of a sudden.

"Ah." Tsushima Shuji blinked.

Blood dripped into his eyes from the lacerated wound at the corner of his eye.

"Get up, you can't leave scars on your face." The man in the wheelchair stretched out his hand.