COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

The white-haired boy walked past a person in the venue.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the crowd.

"strangeness…"

"What about people?"

Some people want to follow the other party to continue to pick up the missing people, looking at all kinds of masks, with a puzzled tone.

Tsushima Shuji avoided the crowd and went up to the third floor, and came to a gate in a zigzag way.

Push the door in.

The bodyguard standing inside the door lowered his head and said nothing.

Typical baroque room.

Candle lighting is even used to enhance the atmosphere.

The floor was covered with a Persian rug in navy blue and woven gold.

"Xiuzhi." Oba Haruhiko sat on the sofa and turned his head when he heard the voice.

"Why don't you continue playing?" He asked gently.

"Boring, meaningless." Tsushima Shuji came to the side sofa and sat down.

Look at the picture that appears on the big screen opposite the sofa.

There are different protagonists and different developments in the small grids.

"Aren't you happy to win?" Oba Haruhiko pushed the wine on the table to the other side.

He never stopped Tsushima Shuji from doing anything.

It's even an indulgence.

As for why gin stops Kaa from drinking...

It can only be said that he really listened to the boss's orders too much.

"...Not at all." Tsushima Shuji said in a frustrated tone.

He clearly wanted to lose, and it would be too much for him to win.

Although I threw out all the money in the end, I was still very unhappy.

Oba Haruhiko sighed silently.

"Xiu Zhi clearly knows that even if you lose all your money on this ship, you will..."

"It's meaningless," Tsushima Shuji interjected casually.

Of course he knew that even if he lost Ailand on this ship, it wouldn't have the slightest effect.

In the end the winner is this one.

"I just want to lose," he said nonchalantly.

So boring, what's wrong with losing money to play? /righteous

"If that's the case, then Shuji, go ahead and play, you will definitely lose." Haruhiko Oba calmly soothed.

"I don't want to move." Tsushima Shuji slumped on the sofa, his eyes blank.

"Want to see other people's games? Let's pass the time." Haruhiko Oba shook his head and zoomed in on one of the thousands of areas on the big screen.

Tsushima Shuji glanced and blinked.

"Hey…"

It seems a bit interesting.

"That's..." Tsushima Shuji looked at the figure on the screen wearing a black dress and a black half-face mask.

"The name is Hua Yuliu." Otei Haruhiko said calmly, holding a black cat that came from nowhere.

"Hollywood's famous neon actress, Oscar winner for leading actress."

"Maybe she can also be called - Miss Helezhao Shuguang."

"She's not the only one in the Hakuho family tonight." Haruhiko Oba's tone seemed to reveal a faint smile.

It can be seen that the woman who bet against her has completely lost the possibility of winning.

Appearing lost.

"And this." Oba Haruhiko changed to another room.

As soon as I zoomed in, I saw a man in the room aimed his revolver at his temple and pulled the trigger.

"Bang-" sound.

The man fell to the ground.

"Russian roulette... 1, 2, 3..." Tsushima Shuji counted the corpses lying on the floor in the room.

"6 people died." The tone sighed.

The winner cheered and splashed dollars.

"There is another way of playing the Russian turntable, but it is not suitable for repairing." Haruhiko Oba shook his head helplessly.

"Xiuzhi, you are still a child."

"Such a scene should be rarely seen..."

Tsushima Shuji had already switched to the room where the game was being played.

A whole row of naked women knelt on the ground with their eyes blindfolded, with figures of men wearing various masks behind them.

Tsushima Shuji silently crossed the room.

"It's said that it's not suitable for you to watch."

"I'm polluting my eyes." Oba Haruhiko sighed aside.

"What a bunch of beasts." Tsushima Shuji casually commented.

"It's very interesting, isn't it? No matter what you do on this ship, whether it's killing people or other things, no matter how wild you behave, after you disembark and take off your masks, everyone is a personable and polite high-class person." It's like evaluating a TV show.

"That's what it is to be human." The tone was soft and arrogant.

"Ah." Tsushima Shuji responded in a vague way.

[People compliment each other in front of each other and slander each other behind their backs, but they are at peace with each other. ]

"If Mr. Painter knew that the money he made from drawing and painting was finally returned to you, I'm afraid he would be so depressed that he would never paint for you again." Shuji Tsushima looked at the unruly man on the screen. road.

"Let's forget that this is his voluntary behavior." Oba Chunyan spread his hands.

"He won't know." The tone was firm.

The people who got the wealth from the white-haired boy who lost money before were still surrounding the gaming table at this moment.

Excited to bet, add chips.

If you don't have any money, you will bet on your watch and jewelry.

He didn't leave until he lost nothing but clothes.

When one person leaves, others fill the vacancy.

Mr. Painter was lucky today, and the chips he won were all over the table in front of him.

He had already taken off his mask and didn't care about being seen his face.

Not many people would recognize him anyway.

One of the bunny girls beside him fed him drinks.

One feeds him fruit.

Incredibly gentle and considerate.

He backhanded the won jewelry on the table to them.

"Take it, I don't need it anyway." He whistled, absurd and inconspicuous.

And then lost a neat and tidy.

Artist: ...It must be an accident, the next one will definitely win.

He drank a glass of wine and continued to bet with a calm expression.

He remained calm until the pile of chips in front of him had all been lost.

Go for a loan directly on the spot.

The croupier was about to refuse, but he changed his tone and agreed to the other party's request.

Shuji Tsushima and Haruhiko Oba watched the painter in the lounge.

When the other party proposed to borrow money from the organizer to continue the gamble, Shuji Tsushima ordered the dealer in a low voice in a mature man's voice.

"Promise him."

Tsushima Shuji: I also know a little about changing voices~

"People's desires are endless." Haruhiko Oba said, looking at the man who had lost everything and still refused to give up.

"The difference between humans and beasts is that humans are restrained, while beasts follow their instincts." Tsushima Shuji's tone was flat.

"But on this ship, there are only beasts that rely on instinct and desire." Seeing the man who had lost all his chips again and was chattering, Oba Haruhiko chuckled lightly.

"And the plain clothes that got mixed up." Tsushima Shuji said inexplicably.

"I only see hordes of wild beasts." Haruhiko Oba said in a gentle tone, with a hint of arrogance and contempt ~www.novelmt.com~ Let's go, there's nothing to see. "Oba Haruhiko turned off the screen and stood up.

When the two left, they saw the escaped painter.

And the bunny girl and the waiter who came out chasing each other.

"I will definitely pay back the money when I come back next time." The painter shouted so, and jumped into the sea without hesitation.

"Next time... ah." Oba Haruhiko touched his chin and smiled.

"Xiuzhi can't learn from him."

"Ah." Tsushima Shuji replied.

Gambling is also boring for Tsushima Shuji.

Meaningless.

[There is nothing in this world that can make him greedy]