COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Tsushima Shuji met Izayoi Mochizuki by a river in New York.

The black-haired girl supported the guardrail by the river with her hands and stared at the river in a quiet daze.

Tsushima Shuji leaned back against the railing and looked up at the sky.

"Miss Mochizuki thinks, what is the meaning of human life?" In the silence, he asked leisurely.

"I don't know the meaning of life." Izayoi Mochizuki looked down at the river with his head down.

"Jealousy, trust, love, hideous, kind..."

"Humans are the most complex creatures in the world."

"Everyone's life is different."

"But the meaning of my life is just to live until death comes." The black-haired girl said deeply.

"It doesn't make sense." She looked calm.

This well-born girl, who is regarded as a genius by countless people, does not look desperate, just a emptiness visible to the naked eye.

It was empty, as if it had everything and nothing.

"At least we're the same at this point." She looked at Shuji Tsushima's bandage.

He raised his right hand and tore off the bandage tied to his wrist.

A brown scar on the wrist was revealed.

Very flat.

"When I was fourteen years old, I took a knife and cut my wrist, watching the blood flow more and more, thinking about the meaning of my life."

"I can't think of it." She laughed suddenly.

"After being sent to the hospital, seven or eight stitches were stitched, leaving scars that will never disappear in this life."

"I love this scar. Death kissed me." She touched the scar on her wrist.

"You too." She asked Tsushima Shuji.

"Death has kissed me countless times, but then abandoned me." Tsushima Shuji leaned back against the railing, closing his eyes and blowing the wind.

"I'm going back to my own world." Izayoi Mochizuki climbed over the railing.

"Farewell, Tsushima-kun."

She jumped into the river.

Tsushima Shuji stood by the river, looking blankly at the girl's figure being engulfed by the river.

Another sound of water sounded.

He also got into the water.

Izayoi Mochizuki opened his eyes underwater and saw another peaceful figure not far away.

The other party also opened his eyes.

The black eyes and the kite-colored left eye looked at each other in the water.

Peaceful and desperate eyes looked at each other.

In the kite-colored left eye, there is a deep sea that is desperate enough to drown people.

[Don't worry, Miss Mochizuki. ]

[You will leave alone as you wish. ]

Izayoi Mochizuki looked at the other party with melancholy eyes, and closed his eyes with relieved compassion.

Tsushima Shuji looked at him and closed his eyes.

…

Tsushima Shuji was brought ashore.

After a press of first aid, he opened his eyes.

"Cough cough cough..." He coughed while sitting on the ground.

Suddenly lost interest in speaking.

He just looked at the person on the other side with gloomy eyes to rescue Izayoi Mochizuki.

Even with malicious thoughts in his heart.

If he was about to leave with high expectations, he was rescued by someone.

How desperate Miss Mochizuki must be.

Under the persistent rescue of the man.

Izayoi Mochizuki opened his eyes.

Lying on the ground, his black eyes stared at the sky in confusion.

Tsushima Shuji's eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth raised silently.

The police also came to the scene.

Since the White Crow incident, the police in New York have become extraordinarily active.

Looking at the two young girls who just saved their lives.

Not knowing what to say is good.

"What's your name, you two?" he asked.

No one cared about him.

Izayoi Mochizuki is in a daze and is autistic.

Tsushima Shuji's eyes were dark and indifferent.

Someone who feels the same pain as him, he should laugh.

But what filled his heart was an indescribable loneliness and despair.

What a pity, Miss Mochizuki.

Izayoi Mochizuki looked at the sky and stroked the scar on his right wrist, recalling the experience of being rescued for the first time.

This is her second suicide.

The first time she was rescued, death left her mark on her wrist.

She thought it was a sign that would lead her back at any time.

But this time, death left nothing behind.

"What happened to these two children?" the police officer asked the man who rescued them.

"I don't know." The man shook his head.

"We just passed by and saw the two of them in the river, so we rescued them." The man said.

The police frowned.

"Where is your guardian?" he asked while standing in front of Tsushima Shuji.

Tsushima Shuji raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head again.

Izayoi Mochizuki sat up uninterested and touched his dripping hair.

"You two..." The policeman hesitated.

These two faces seem familiar...

Where have you seen it?

He stared at the boy for a long time, and saw the bandage on the other's face.

Bandage on the right eye.

black hair...

"That player in the archery competition? Both the preliminary round and the semi-finals were shortlisted with full marks..." He thought for a while, but he really couldn't remember the neon name of the opponent.

"Is that the genius writer Mochizuki?" The policeman thought to the girl with black hair and black eyes on the other side.

Not long ago, the other party also promoted the new work on TV.

These two…

The policeman looked at the two young geniuses sitting on the ground, lost in thought.

Not long ago, he was in the limelight on TV, why was he picked up from the river today?

"Who is your guardian?" the policeman asked.

"If there is no guardian to pick you up, you have to go back to the police station with us."

no solution anymore.

Tsushima Shuji sighed and pulled out a cell phone from his dripping jacket.

One NYC police station bombed doesn't seem to be enough.

"Cough..." He coughed and dialed the phone, handing the phone to the policeman beside him.

He shook his head to signal that he couldn't speak.

The police took the phone.

"Xiuzhi?" A gentle male voice came from the opposite side.

"Hello, I'm a police officer from the Bronx Police Department in New York. Your children are at our police station due to an unexpected situation. Are you available to pick them up?" For some reason, the policeman's tone was quite respectful.

"Of course, wait a moment." The man on the other end of the phone said and hung up.

"Your guardian said he would come to pick you up immediately." The policeman returned the phone to Shuji Tsushima.

"Then Miss Mochizuki..." He came to Izayoi Mochizuki.

"She's with me." Tsushima Shuji said flatly.

"Cough cough cough..." Then he coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Policeman: ...In this case, is it really okay to go to the police station?

should go to the hospital...

Although he thought so~www.novelmt.com~ he still took the two back to the police station.

Tsushima Shuji and Izayoi Mochizuki were wrapped in blankets like victims, holding steaming milk in their hands.

Sitting in rows on chairs.

Every now and then a police lady would come to feed.

Tsushima Shuji's pockets were stuffed with snacks.

More popular than Izayoi Mochizuki.

Tsushima Shuji: Numbness, used to it.

"Cough cough..." He coughed twice to express his thanks.

"Repair." The sound of the wheelchair rolling sounded.

"Are you alright...cough cough cough."