COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"What does Shuji think of beasts?" Haruhiko Oba asked in the car.

"That's a human problem." Tsushima Shuji said calmly.

* "The so-called man is nothing but a beast with divinity. The nature of the beast such as anger, plunder, selfishness, survival, and vanity still exists."

"But Xiuzhi doesn't have these emotions in you at all." His tone revealed relief and pride.

"I'm just a bystander." Tsushima Shuji's eyes darkened.

Never afraid of death, never had the desire to plunder.

"So human beings are just beasts with a little bit of divinity, and Xiuzhi you..." Haruhiko Oba said mildly.

"It's a god-like child." He smiled.

Looking at Tsushima Shuji's eyes, there is the emotion of treating the same kind, and the admiration of looking at the works of art.

Tsushima Shuji looked out the window without saying a word.

…

Back to the residence.

"Go to bed early, or maybe you won't grow taller." Oba Haruhiko said with a chuckle.

Tsushima Shuji: ...I guess it's really not that tall.

No matter how early you go to bed, things like height probably won't change.

after all…

Ke Xue World Ke Xue Time.

and…

He turned over in bed.

Why sleep if you can't die if you don't sleep?

Even the option of staying up late for sudden death has been crossed out.

He sat up and got out of bed.

Decided to find myself something fun to do.

for example…

He opened the window and looked at the night outside.

He looked down at the balcony of the room downstairs.

Just turned and jumped down.

Avoid all hidden trigger locations.

Opened the curtains.

"Good evening!" He suddenly greeted loudly and cheerfully.

"Good evening, Xiuji." The person standing behind the curtain greeted in a gentle tone.

Not surprisingly, it looks like normal.

The two looked at each other silently.

Tsushima Shuji: You should have thrown a bomb to say hello.

Just do it next time.

"If you can't fall asleep, do you want to listen to a bedtime story?" Haruhiko Oba said in a tone of anticipation.

"No." Tsushima Shuji refused decisively.

"Is that so." Oba Haruhiko sighed in disappointment.

"No one will want to listen to the bedtime stories you read, so give up." Tsushima Shuji spit out expressionlessly.

When he was young, he had read him a lot of bedtime stories.

After reading it, I gave Tsushima Shuji, who couldn't sleep, a sedative.

Then when Shuji Tsushima opened his eyes, he was thrown somewhere unknown.

For example, after listening to The Farmer and the Snake, Shuji Tsushima, who had just opened his eyes, was thrown into the snake cave in the next second.

Quietly stared at the densely packed snakes.

Spent three days and three nights of peace and tranquility.

"How can the story be more immersive than experiencing it in person?" Haruhiko Oba looked like he was well-intentioned.

Tsushima Shuji: …Even if I experience it myself, I don’t have any sense of substitution…

It's like you have fried the kitchen so many times, you have experienced a lot, right? Did you learn to cook?

"Ding-dong-"

"Ding dong—" The dull doorbell broke the calm of the night.

"Looks like there are guests coming." Oba Haruhiko said through the window, looking towards the gate.

"Let's meet this late-night guest together," he said.

…

"Aqiu..."

The wet man stood outside the door, sneezed, and rang the doorbell again.

The iron door opened slowly.

"Please come this way." The bodyguard at the door led the way for him.

"Mr. Haruhiko and Young Master Xiuzhi will come down later." The bodyguard served him hot tea.

"Ah, A Qiu... I'm not in a hurry, can I borrow your bathroom to take a bath... A Qiu...?" The man shivered and kept sneezing.

"Of course no problem, please come with me." The bodyguard replied calmly.

The man sighed comfortably when he took a comfortable hot shower and put on warm clothes that were dry.

Finally, he calmly sat on the sofa, drinking warm tea, and waiting for the arrival of the master.

His purpose...

Of course it was to borrow money.

If you don't pay back the money over there, it is estimated that a killer will come to assassinate him.

Better to get up early.

Among the people he knew, there was only Haruhiko Oba who deserved to ask him to borrow money.

Others are not even qualified to lend him money.

Oba Haruhiko, wrapped in a beige nightgown, went up and down the stairs in a wheelchair.

"Good evening, Alves."

"It's not like your style to visit the door at night." He said in a low voice that had just woken up.

The boy in shirt and trousers also went downstairs.

"It's Mr. Painter..." He stood on the stairs and looked at the man sitting on the sofa in the hall.

"What happened?" He walked into the hall with heavy steps, nestled on the single sofa, and looked tired.

The bodyguard brought two cups of coffee and placed them in front of Shuji Tsushima and Haruhiko Oba.

Tsushima Shuji stirred the coffee, took out a capsule from his body, poured out two capsules, and swallowed it with the coffee.

"Is the young master ill?" Alves asked politely.

"It's just a headache." The boy shook his head after swallowing the medicine.

"That's it, the young master still needs to pay more attention to his body," Alves advised.

Seeing Shuji Tsushima swallowing the medicine with coffee, Oba Haruhiko shook his head.

Repair has started again.

Taking the two together is also dangerous.

but…

Just be happy.

"Alves, hurry up if you have something to say, Xiuzhi needs to go to bed early." Oba Haruhiko also took a sip of coffee.

"Well..." The man rubbed the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

"I just want to borrow some money from you." He rubbed his thumb and index finger.

"Yes, as much as you want." Haruhiko Oba nodded calmly.

"...This number?" Alves tentatively raised a hand.

"500 million?" Obu Haruhiko looked at the slap raised by the other party.

"No problem," he replied without hesitation.

The bodyguard on the side handed over the check, he wrote the amount and signature at will, put it on the coffee table, and pushed it to the other side.

"Huh?" Alves was stunned.

In fact, he only wanted to borrow 50 million...

Do you want to say it?

"I only need 50 million." He thought about it, and then said the amount he needed.

"Is fifty million enough?" Haruhiko Oba glanced at him.

"Okay then." The smile was gentle and helpless.

He motioned to the bodyguard to hand over the check again, write down the amount and number again, and put it on the coffee table and push it towards him.

The original 500 million check was torn to shreds.

"Mr. Haruhiko, you are really generous." Alves looked at the check on the coffee table.

"For a person like me, I can agree to the request for borrowing money without hesitation." The tone sighed with emotion.

"Can you ask why? Are you not worried about me running away?" He asked sincerely.

"You know, I'm called a wandering painter." He teased himself.

"Because I think I and Mr. Alves are friends." The black-haired man in a beige nightgown sat in a wheelchair with a gentle smile.

"If you really feel bad about it, just paint a few more pictures for Shuji and I." Haruhiko Oba said.

Shuji Tsushima couldn't help applauding his acting skills~www.novelmt.com~ Of course you don't care about lending him money, anyway, Alves will pay you back in the end.

Ask you to borrow 50 million to pay back the casino that Avisus went to, and then pay you back 50 million.

You will also draw pictures for free because of your emotions.

A profitable business.

Alves was clearly impressed.

Put away the check.

"Indeed, we are friends," he said.

Haruhiko Oba smiled and said nothing.

Tsushima Shuji held his coffee and remained silent.

Just be happy.