COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Compared to looking for an innocent self-defender like me, it's still..." Haruhiko Oba looked at the projection.

"Find the arrogant one first..." He thought, not knowing what to call him.

"...It's more important." So helplessly chuckled and shook his head.

"I heard that the FBI and the New York police are looking for a house similar to the scene of the crime..." The boy sitting next to him said calmly.

James Black turned to look at him.

Just like Haruhiko Oba, he is weak and pale.

The simple white shirt, ruby ​​collar button, right eye bandage and body bandage made him look extra fragile.

Like a glass product wrapped in bandages, it will become shards if you are not careful.

"When you find the scene of the crime, those three gentlemen have already passed away." The boy lowered his eyes full of sympathy.

"They can't go to heaven."

Like a **** watching the world.

James Black felt that the other party's words were full of ridicule and distrust of the FBI.

He looked at the young man full of holy compassion.

"You should trust the FBI, boy."

At least we are more useful than the so-called gods.

"This has nothing to do with trust, officer." The black-haired boy closed his only left eye.

"They're dying." He shook his head.

On the projection, the three of them have already started to kill each other.

"The guy said that a key can only open one lock, but he didn't say that the key in our body matches our own lock." The gang leader's face was calm.

The knife in his hand cut the throat of the racer next to him without hesitation.

Seeing that the other party fell in a pool of blood, he looked back at the director who was a little distance away from him.

One cannot touch the other unless both are approaching each other.

But the distance between the gang boss and the racer is very close.

"That guy didn't say where he was in his body..." The director looked at the other party who killed a person without hesitation in front of him, and didn't care, just frowned.

He and the gang boss are old acquaintances and know each other's behavior.

"Cut it all open and see if you don't know." The knife in the hand of the gang boss didn't hesitate.

Skillfully cut open the skin.

"Haven't found them yet? Damn! What are they doing! Killing people in front of the nation?" James Black called.

"So not only did they not find anyone, but they couldn't even suspend the live broadcast on the Internet and the broadcast on TV?"

Tsushima Shuji sent a message to Amuro.

[Come over the wall and watch the show. —cahors]

After thinking about it and thinking that it is not enough, everyone should see it, Tsushima Shuji silently started a group chat.

[Gin, Bourbon, Trinidad, pernod… have joined the group chat, and there are currently eight people. ]

[… URL. —cahors]

[The mysterious man actually broadcasts the crime live in the United States, but the FBI has nothing to do with each other...—cahors (Cahors)]

[TiaMary (TiaMary): That mysterious person... White Crow. ]

[Bourbon: Isn't White Crow from Neon's side? When did you go to America? ]

[Trinidad: . ]

[Gin (gin): What's worth paying attention to? ]

[Pernod: The trick looks interesting. ]

Tsushima Shuji continued to watch the live broadcast.

The gang boss managed to find the key in the racer's stomach, tentatively inserted it into the shackles on his feet, and turned it... he couldn't turn it.

The triumphant smile on his face froze.

He tentatively went to unlock the key on the other foot.

This time, the lock is open.

He looked at the shackles on one foot and slowly turned to look at his long-term partner.

"Hi, old friend."

"Do me one last favor."

…

"If I were you, I wouldn't let them find any house." The teenager sat beside him and worked on the puzzle.

"So what should I be looking for?" James Black looked back at him, holding up his phone.

"Car." The boy continued to work on the puzzle without raising his head.

"Car?" James Black looked puzzled.

"Are you saying the live broadcast was from a car?" he asked.

"If it is a car, according to the size of the room in the live broadcast room, it must be a large car. I will let the traffic police stop all large cars for inspection." James Black said to the mobile phone.

"I don't need to look for it anymore." The boy's tone was flat.

The gang boss in the live broadcast room managed to find another key from the director, but he couldn't open the chain on his feet.

He dropped the blood-stained key and sat next to the chief's body.

The first corpse lying on the ground suddenly moved.

His blood-stained and scarred face was ripped off, revealing the white crow mask he was wearing.

"surprise—!" The mysterious man raised his hands and cheered.

"Sure enough, the people who can become the big brother of the underworld are different. They are more decisive than others." The mysterious man applauded.

"What do you want? Let me out, I can give you anything." The only one who survived had a calm expression.

"I want..." The mysterious man looked moved.

"Of course I want you to die~" The tone was harsh and mocking.

"Everyone didn't want you to live in the first place~"

"Except that the key on Mr. Racer's body is real, the keys on both you and Mr. Chief can't open any locks at all."

"I've gone too far, I repent to God." The mysterious man confessed to himself.

"See you next time, everyone." The live broadcast room suddenly fell into darkness.

A truck rammed toward the gate of the New York City Police Department.

The moment it hit the gate, the truck exploded.

The live broadcast room resumed the live broadcast again.

The live broadcast happened to be the scene where the truck crashed into the police station and exploded.

"How dare you do this..." James Black squeezed the phone tightly.

"Don't look for it, is that what it means?" He asked in a deep voice, the boy who was indifferently working on the puzzle.

The opponent's puzzle is almost complete.

"Ah." The boy responded indifferently.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" James Black suppressed his anger.

"And why do you know what the other party is doing."

"Answer me." He stared at the young, sickly-looking boy.

"Officer James~www.novelmt.com~ Please pay attention to your attitude." Haruhiko Oba reminded with a gentle expression on the side, but his tone revealed a little warning.

"Has the FBI got to the point where it needs a child to help find a criminal?" he asked with a chuckle, as if defiantly.

"You didn't ask me." Tsushima Shuji raised his head after finishing the last piece of the puzzle.

"Aren't you a believer? Just watching living people die..." James Black gritted his teeth.

"God doesn't care about the death of sinners." The black-haired and kite-eyed youth looked at him, still looking holy and compassionate.

"Their souls do not belong to heaven." But indifferent to the death of others.

"As for why I know what the mysterious man did..." The boy lowered his eyes.

"Probably because I'm a detective," he said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.