COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

It was the first time for Sawada Hiroki to visit someone else's house.

Compared with the splendid and platinum-based buildings in Sindora's house, the place where Haruhiko Oba lives is a typical Gothic castle.

Dark buildings and snow-white roses everywhere.

Walking slowly along the spiral staircase, there are oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides.

Huge single or two-person oil painting.

Most of the protagonists are Shuji Tsushima and Haruhiko Oba when they were young.

"This is..." Sawada Hiroki stopped in front of a picture.

The boy in the painting sits expressionlessly on the white rocking horse, his lowered eyes silently filled with rejection.

"It's cute, when Xiuzhi was a child." Haruhiko Oba said with a chuckle.

"Yeah." Sawada Hiroki looked at Shuji Tsushima, who had exactly the same expression as the one in the painting when he was a child, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's the same as when I was a kid," he said.

"… 嘁." Tsushima Shuji turned his head.

Sawada Hiroki recalled the scene when he met the other party for the first time.

A boy in a holy white robe sat by the fountain under the statue, holding a thick Bible.

The believers lined up before him.

Kneel down before him and pray sincerely.

"Your prayer, Father heard."

"I feel your desperation."

The boy's eyes were gentle and empty, revealing compassion, and he reached out to dot the believer's forehead.

"Only by keeping your true heart can you listen to the oracle."

"No matter what, heaven will always accommodate the souls of believers." He held the Bible in one hand and said with lowered eyes.

Suddenly he looked towards Sawada Hiroki and Thomas Sindora.

"First meeting, I'm Noah."

"Is there anything you want to pray to God?"

Against the background of the church, he looks like an angel standing in the holy light, and the **** behind him looks like a soul hidden in his body.

In his eyes, Sawada Hiroki experienced unparalleled despair and loneliness.

Listen to the suffering of believers day in and day out.

Desperate and pitiful angel.

"Want to play together?" At that time, the other party asked him.

Since then, Hiroki Sawada has had people who can play together, called friends.

Of course, Sawada Hiroki discovered that Noah did not simply only know the Bible and listen to the pain of believers.

He would take Sawada Hiroki to play pranks on Thomas Syndora, and he would sneak away from singing in the church choir.

Will complain that the food at the church is not appetizing.

Under his leadership, Hiroki Sawada has done many things that have never been done before.

It can be said that Noah's appearance made up for many of his shortcomings.

For Hiroki Sawada, Noah will always be a reliable friend, or brother.

"In front of it is the collection room, which is full of toys from Shuzhi's childhood..." Haruhiko Oba said, motioning to the bodyguard behind him to open the door.

So the house full of toys finally saw the light of day.

Rocking horses that appear many times in the paintings hanging on the walls of the corridor, as well as chessboards, game consoles, robots…

and mini instruments hanging on the wall.

"What are these paintings?" Sawada Hiroki looked at the paintings on the wall.

Distorted oil paintings make people feel dizzy.

"It was painted by Xiuzhi." Haruhiko Oba looked at it.

Tsushima Shuji especially likes to drink and paint after drinking.

It's scary to play the piano at night.

"These bows were used by Shuji when he was a child." Oba Haruhiko gestured to Sawada Hiroki to look at the row of bows of various sizes hanging on one wall.

Tsushima Shuji: ...Actually, I've never touched these bows.

Obviously, the thing I touched the most when I was a child was a gun.

"This one should be very suitable for you, Hiroki." Oba Haruhiko motioned for the bodyguard to take down a small black bow.

Then handed it to Sawada Hiroki.

Tsushima Shuji turned over in one place on his own.

"Found it." He took out two game consoles.

"Let's play games together at night." He invited Sawada Hiroki.

"Okay." Sawada Hiroki agreed without hesitation.

"By the way, I made an appointment for a painter to come to the door, just today." Haruhiko Oba said as if he suddenly remembered.

"Painter?" Sawada Hiroki was puzzled.

"Shuji should remember, we paint two new paintings every year." Haruhiko Oba reminded with a smile.

"Ah." Tsushima Shuji nodded.

"It used to be two people. This year, Hiroshi will come with us." Haruhiko Oba suddenly suggested.

"...Can I do it?" Sawada Hiroki was a little apprehensive.

"Of course there's no problem, Xiuzhi will be happy too." Haruhiko Oba waved his hand.

Tsushima Shuji: …You can actually draw by yourself.

I don't mind if you don't take mine.

…

For dinner, the kitchen specially prepared desserts that children like to eat.

Such as pudding, cream rolls.

And as long as Shuji Tsushima is around, crab meat dishes are indispensable.

The painter invited by Haruhiko Oba came to the door while they were eating.

The sloppy looking man who looked like a homeless man sat down at the dining table with his painting tools on his back.

"Can I eat with you?" he asked.

"Of course, please feel free." Oba Haruhiko said casually.

"Thank you so much," said the painter.

Started to devour like a wind and a cloud.

Tsushima Shuji silently protected the crab meat dish in front of him.

Sawada Hiroki:…

He looked at Haruhiko Oba, who had a gentle smile, and Shuji Tsushima, who was expressionless and calm.

So he lowered his head and looked at the pudding in front of him.

"Hiccup—" The painter stroked his stomach after eating, leaning back against the chair and stretching.

"I haven't had enough for a long time, thank you." He wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"It's fine if you're satisfied." Haruhiko Oba looked accustomed to it.

Tsushima Shuji: This artist seems to have said the same a few years ago...

He recalled carefully.

It was found that the other party came with a meal every time.

As soon as he started eating.

After eating, I must say that I have been hungry for a long time.

If I remember correctly, the suit on the other side...

Shuji Tsushima: It seems that this is also the one I wore when I first met each other.

He hasn't seen each other change his clothes since then.

That dress originally seemed to be dark brown, but now...

He looked at the artist's faded and white clothes.

"It's obvious that the salary you give to you every year is enough for you to live, but you don't even want to buy clothes..." Oba Haruhiko sighed helplessly.

"The money you give will be lost as soon as you get it." The painter shook his head deeply.

"Last time I met a guy who is said to be from the Baighou clan. He looks young, but his gambling skills are surprisingly good. I lost for a night in a row, and in the end, my clothes were not taken off by them..."

"Look at the reward this time..." He rubbed his hands.

"Are you going to go back to seek revenge for them?" Haruhiko Oba couldn't help laughing.

"Then it must be ~www.novelmt.com~ I won't win as much as I lose. I'm not greedy." The artist said without hesitation.

"That's what you said last time, but you still lost a single point." Tsushima Shuji said calmly on the side.

"This... the young master is really... haha..." The painter smiled awkwardly.

"Let's draw, let's draw." The artist quickly changed the subject.

"Is there an additional character painted this year?" the painter asked Sawada Hiroshi.

"That requires extra money." He blinked and said clearly.

"Of course, it's impossible to lose your reward." Oba Haruhiko said.

"You are my only order this year..." The artist put aside the painting tools on his body one by one.

"I don't take pictures of other people." He was dismissive.