COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Shuji Tsushima, Mochizuki Izayoi, and Haruhiko Oba sat in a car.

"If there is an explosion at this time, the three of us will die together." Izayoi Mochizuki sighed while looking out the window.

"It's..." Oba Haruhiko smiled.

"It's very romantic to die together." Tsushima Shuji casually said, resting his chin on one hand.

"But two people die together is romantic, three people are an accident." He suddenly sighed.

"...Does Xiuzhi mean that I'm redundant?" Haruhiko Oba said mildly and tolerantly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"No, I didn't say that, it's you who thought too much~" Tsushima Shuji denied perfunctorily.

"It's really not frank..." Oba Haruhiko's tone was helpless, as if he had a headache.

"Because I learned from you." Tsushima Shuji said indifferently.

You ask this question even though you know you won't die.

But the other party is not afraid of death.

Technology has indeed changed the world.

"If I die with you."

"I will be very desperate." Izayoi Mochizuki said in a serious tone.

"After all, my ideal is to die alone."

"Miss Mochizuki." Tsushima Shuji's expression was solemn.

"I still want to say, it's such a pity." He said sadly.

Tsushima Shuji: What a pity.

A perfect martyrdom object.

Unfortunately, the other party's ideal is to commit suicide alone.

Tsushima Shuji sighed.

Suddenly there was a bang outside the car.

The three turned to look.

A building was blown to pieces and turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Surrounded by pedestrians fleeing for their lives.

Tsushima Shuji:  …

"This is New York." He said in a low voice.

The simplicity of the folk customs is not far from that of DC Gotham.

"Sea of ​​fire, scattered debris, screaming crowd fleeing..." Izayoi Mochizuki leaned on the car window and looked out, muttering to himself.

"I remember... an accident when I was a child..." Tsushima Shuji recalled for a moment, then suddenly stopped talking.

It seems that he was kidnapped not once or twice as a child.

There have been more than one or two robbery encounters at the bank.

"...Sure enough...it's not the same as when I was a child." He said calmly.

It is still as free and democratic as before, and the folk customs are simple.

Just no helpful clown.

After all, this is New York, not Gotham.

New York words...

Tsushima Shuji looked at the sky.

Well, no big holes and no alien visitors.

Only a few figures with guns appeared in the street on one side.

It was a sweep of fire at the fleeing people.

The swirling sparks of smoke outside did not affect the group of people in the car at all.

It's just that there are many gravel obstacles on the road, and the team is moving very slowly.

A fleeing crowd began to run towards the car.

Surrounded the car, flapping the windows.

"This is really..." Oba Haruhiko sighed.

"Let them settle it quickly, I want to go back." Tsushima Shuji lowered his eyes.

"Did you hear it? Hurry up and solve it." Haruhiko Oba said to the human in the driver's seat.

The eyes and tone of both of them seemed to reveal sympathy.

"Yes." The driver replied respectfully.

"Group C gets off the bus, settles the troublemakers, and moves forward again." He picked up a walkie-talkie and said.

"Group C received." A reply came from the walkie-talkie.

The convoy stopped and the doors of the last two cars opened.

People rushed over.

But when he saw the figure of the big man in the black suit with the gun who got out of the car, he slowed down.

After they got out of the car, they closed the door.

spread out.

The crowd watched as they left, and someone started trying to pry open the car door.

He even picked up a brick from the ground and tried to smash the car window.

"Fortunately, the bulletproof material was used at the beginning." Haruhiko Oba shook his head helplessly, as if seeing a group of naughty children.

"Huh..." Tsushima Shuji looked back in disinterest.

"It's resolved." An emotionless male voice came from the walkie-talkie.

Several figures in black suits returned to the car.

Looking at a group of people surrounding the car, he stopped.

The crowd around the car looked at them.

Some people couldn't help but run away.

For fear that in the next second, the group of black suits who don't look easy to mess with will raise their guns at them.

The scene fell into a stalemate for a while.

Then another group of black suits appeared.

"FBI - put the gun down!"

Someone shouted.

The crowd immediately ran behind a group of black suits that appeared later.

The bodyguards in black suits kept their standing still with expressionless faces.

Just staring at a car in unison.

The FBI also turned their heads to look.

The door opened silently.

The bodyguard got out of the car and took out tools to build a platform.

The wheelchair slowly opened out.

The man in a snow-white suit that seemed to have just finished attending a banquet, or was about to attend a banquet, sat in a wheelchair with a gentle smile.

"Master Haruhiko, your blanket." The bodyguard handed him the brown blanket.

He took it with one hand and spread it on his lap.

"You are..." FBI senior investigator, James Black frowned and thought.

Wheelchair, brunette man...

"Mr. Haruhiko Oita, Director of Arland?" he asked.

"Sure enough, it's the FBI. I can even recognize someone who doesn't go out very much." Haruhiko Oba sighed with emotion.

"Cough...cough..." He coughed while covering his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Uncle." Tsushima Shuji got out of the car.

"With your body, it's not suitable to stay in such an environment for too long..." He came to Oba Haruhiko and advised.

"It's okay." The man in the white suit waved his hand to signal that he should stop talking.

"You are Xiuzhi, why did you come down, go back quickly." He said with worry.

"I'm fine...cough cough..." Tsushima Shuji shook his head and coughed while covering his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Master Haruhiko, Young Master Xiuji." A bodyguard appeared with a bag.

The two casually threw the **** handkerchief into the bag.

FBI investigator James Black fell silent.

"Why is Mr. Taiting here?" he asked seriously.

"I just happened to attend Thomas's party and was about to go back. I didn't expect..." Haruhiko Oba shook his head.

"Cough cough cough..."

"There will be such a thing." His tone was full of helplessness.

"Then this is..." James Black looked at the boy with many bandages.

"It's my nephew." Haruhiko Oba smiled, with a little pride in his tone.

The nephew of the director of Aland...

James Black was recalling each other's profile.

"It's His Highness Noah!"

"The angel with the book!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.

Tsushima Shuji: ...is about to begin...

"God must have sent His Highness Noah to save us." Some believers immediately folded their hands and closed their eyes in prayer.

James Black remembered.

The boy beside the director of Elland~www.novelmt.com~ has been famous since childhood.

It's just that after leaving the church, it's more low-key.

"Our Savior God, may all people be saved and know the truth..." The boy dressed like a noble young master closed his left eye that was exposed, clean and holy like an angel.

Some believers came to him, knelt down, and prayed devoutly.

"Don't worry, sinners have gone to **** to repent." He opened his eyes and looked at the people kneeling and praying before him with compassion.

"Thanks to the merciful Lord." The believer folded his hands and closed his eyes.

Tsushima Shuji: I didn't expect that the lines that were used to fool those believers back then would be useful one day.

Didn't step back at all~

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