COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Detective...?" James Black was stunned for a moment.

How could such a young man be a detective?

"Sujima Shuji, a well-known neon detective, if the FBI has any case in the future, you can entrust me to investigate." The black-haired, kite-eyed boy handed over his business card.

"Free." He said flatly.

"No, children don't need to be involved in the case, the FBI will find the murderer." James Black declined in a deep voice.

Obviously, he was refuting what Haruhiko Oba said before.

"Really?" the boy said in confusion.

"What a pity." It was a pity to say, but his expression was very calm.

The live broadcast room that was blacked out was lit up again.

In the darkness, a figure in a snow-white suit and a white crow mask appeared in the live broadcast room.

"Everyone, we meet again~"

"And the FBI who are in front of the live broadcast room now, meeting for the first time, under the white crow." The other party saluted gracefully.

[We are white birds out of place among the crows. ]

[As long as there is a place for birds to live, we exist. ]

"Today's trial is also going very smoothly. The audience can type the names of the sinners on the screen..."

[We—everywhere. ]

"Please look forward to the next trial." The mysterious man suddenly burst into a raging fire, and he disappeared out of thin air in the sea of ​​fire.

A white crow feather slowly fell from the sky.

Meanwhile, the FBI found a pure white crow feather on the truck that crashed into the police station.

Even if the fire is raging, it is still white and flawless.

"Mr. White Crow is provoking the FBI officers." Haruhiko Oba shook his head.

"This is too arrogant, Officer James, you will definitely arrest him." He smiled gently.

James Black looked at the man whose smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and then looked at the calm-faced boy sitting beside him.

"Of course." He said firmly.

Turn away.

…

"Cheers to our performance." The young man with blond hair and blue eyes sat at the edge of the long table and raised his glass to greet the others.

"Cheers." Everyone raised their glasses in response.

The seats on either side of this long table were filled with people.

There are men and women, with different hair color, skin color and eye color.

There are all kinds of people.

It doesn't look big at all.

The long table in the projection on the wall on the side was also full of people, toasting from a distance across the screen.

"Have you not found out who is behind the scenes?" Someone asked.

"No, the other party didn't leave any traces." A young man holding a computer said.

"Me too." Another humane in a hooded sweater looked down at the computer.

"The other party is a master." The humane wearing a cap and mask.

"...Everyone knows." The blond and blue-eyed youth complained.

"Not knowing the other party's purpose is really disturbing." He stretched.

"Can the other party run out and say hello by himself?" He sighed.

"Are you dreaming?" someone answered.

The others burst out laughing.

"Wait, someone really sent a message." Several people holding the computer suddenly said in unison.

They looked up at each other.

A line of font also appears on the projection.

[The performance is interesting. ]

The people present fell silent.

…

"Do you need to give them some rewards?" Oba Haruhiko asked casually.

For the sake of providing a fairly entertaining show when they were fixing boredom?

"Compared to the reward, you scared them." Tsushima Shuji shook his head.

"However, it's still interesting." He smiled silently.

…

The police did not find any trace of White Crow. After that arrogant performance, the other party disappeared completely.

It's just that there are countless more names under the original live broadcast website, and more and more every day.

There are also people who imitated the white crow's live broadcast crime, but without exception, they were all broken into by the FBI in the middle of the live broadcast and taken away directly.

If they can't catch the white crow, they will be ruthless when they deal with these imitators.

The United States began to use other news to divert the attention of the masses.

For example... Izayoi Mochizuki's new release.

"Excuse me, what did Miss Mochizuki think when she wrote the book "The Sinner"?"

"Will the protagonist of "The Sinner" finally kill someone?"

"Excuse me…"

The girl with long straight black hair always looked calm.

"Excuse me, can you tell everyone about the subject of Miss Mochizuki's next book?" someone asked.

"...Saint."

"The saint who has fallen into the world." The black-haired girl whispered.

…

Shuji Tsushima is participating in the rematch.

Seventy-two of the one hundred and forty-four will remain.

Perhaps in order to divert more attention, the archery competition was broadcast on many TV stations.

The audience and attention are unprecedentedly high.

But this time the host was replaced by another man.

Too bad no one cares.

"Let's see Shuji Tsushima who got a perfect score in the last preliminary round..." The new host explained with enthusiasm.

"Will he be able to continue the full score in the preliminary round this round?"

"let us wait and see."

"Tsushima Shuji-!!" Someone in the stands shouted loudly.

"Come on-!! You are the best!" the brown-haired boy shouted hoarsely.

Then take a deep breath of air.

He is Leo, the player who was eliminated in the first preliminary round.

The camera zoomed in, and there was only a close-up of the black-haired kite-eyed teenager on the screen.

Pale complexion, thin build.

And a pair of hands that look perfect for holding a pen.

*[Osamu Dazai's hands are beautiful and slender, with slender fingers. ]

It is such a pair of hands, steadily drawing the bow.

The action was understated and scored another full score.

"Congratulations to Shuji Tsushima, who once again passed the semi-finals with full marks and successfully entered the finals!" the host said.

"No matter what Shuji does, it's a perfect performance." Oba Haruhiko put his chin on one hand and smiled.

"Speaking of... surprises should be in preparation." He thought thoughtfully.

At the same time, the replaced host opened his eyes and saw two people in white coats who looked like doctors.

"You woke up, congratulations, the operation was a success."

They held scalpels and congratulated them with big smiles.

He widened his eyes, feeling that something was wrong with his body.

So I tried to lower my head~www.novelmt.com~Oh God..."

"What have you done to me?!" he roared, trying to struggle.

The body is bound to the operating table.

"Don't get excited, sir." A gun was pressed against his forehead.

"You have already been sold to us, and you can survive with the surgery, otherwise..." Someone slapped his face with a gun.

He rolled his eyes in horror and nodded frantically.

"Next, you will go to South Korea for surgery, and after idol training, we will send you back to the United States to debut as an American sweetheart."

"do you understand?"

The man nodded helplessly.