COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

late at night.

"It's time to start." Someone whispered.

…

Tsushima Shuji felt the shaking from the house and smelled the smoke of gunpowder in the air.

As well as the gradually diffuse firelight and dense gunshots.

He started changing clothes.

He took off his neat suit jacket and put on white pajamas.

Taking off his shoes and socks, he walked out of the room barefoot.

After he walked out of the room, there was an explosion in the room.

He looked at the messy debris in the corridor, and stepped on it with his bare feet without changing his face.

Until the feet are full of wounds and blood, leaving **** footprints with every step.

He came downstairs and saw the wheelchair rolling on the side, and Haruhiko Oba, who was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, with a large red blood stain on his chest.

Too bad he didn't die in a white suit.

Otherwise, the piece on the chest will be the same as the ruby ​​brooch that the other party likes.

Tsushima Shuji thought to himself.

There were many figures in black suits scattered around.

The walls are full of dense bullet holes.

Looks like a terrorist burglary.

"Really... give me a few shots before I leave..." Tsushima Shuji casually stood on the spot and complained.

If you all died, it would be too fake for me to live alone.

I'm the sick Tsushima Shuji!

He thought about it like this, laying down on the debris and starting to roll, rolling his snow-white shirt full of dust and blood before standing up satisfied.

He picked up the knife and cut a few cuts on his body, slashing along with his shirt.

Then he picked up the gun on the ground, stayed far away, and shot himself.

The bullet grazed his cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

Then he leisurely checked his miserable appearance from the broken mirror.

Nodding satisfied.

That way no one will doubt it.

"Speaking of... the actors should be there..." he thought.

For this reason, he deliberately paid a lot of money for people to kidnap him.

He silently moved to the wall next to Haruhiko Oba's body.

Waiting for the arrival of the actors.

…

"Is that champion kid really that valuable?" A dozen people hid behind a tree to observe the situation with binoculars.

"Anyway, I received a deposit of one million yuan from the other party." A man smiled grimly.

"Indeed, I received it too." Others nodded.

"After the event is completed, there will be a balance of ten million yuan."

"10 million per person, at least 200 million."

"I don't know who paid such a high price for that kid." Several people chatted.

"The other party said that the people inside will be dealt with, we just need to take the kid back."

"Why hasn't there been any movement yet." Someone said impatiently.

"Come, come, smoke."

"rush!"

"After finishing this order, I took the money and flew away from the United States. Anyway, I don't want to follow others when the boss is dead."

"Me too." Everyone said, picking up their guns and rushing towards the place where the smoke was smoking.

The door is now open where they would never have the chance to set foot on weekdays.

Along the way lay many corpses.

They kicked open the crumbling door and saw the broken hall.

Bloodstains, corpses, bullet holes all over the place.

And...the figure in the corner.

The man who appeared on TV closed his eyes and leaned his back against the wall at the moment, and the large bloodstain on his heart indicated the fact of the other party's death.

And their target, sitting next to the corpse, bowed his head.

After hearing the sound, he raised his head and glanced at them.

The kite-colored eyes were dead and empty.

Then he lowered his head again, treating them as air.

"This look..." Someone impatiently stepped forward to teach this kid a lesson.

"The employer wants to live." But someone stopped him.

"Such a sick little brat, if you touch him a little bit, you might die. What if the employer doesn't pay the final payment?" The person who stopped him explained plausibly.

"Unfortunate." The person who was stopped kicked the gravel at his feet in dissatisfaction.

After thinking about it, he raised his gun and fired at the surrounding area to vent.

"Little Master, come with us." Someone stepped forward with a very soft tone.

But without hesitation, he covered the other's mouth and nose with a towel stained with the drug.

The comatose opponent was stuffed into the suitcase and dragged away.

Tsushima Shuji: Why is it a suitcase again?

Just because suitcases are great for hiding corpses? Honestly and practically carry normal things in the suitcase!

After they left, the fire quickly burned with an explosion.

…

Tsushima Shuji was transported all the way to a small warehouse.

The mouth was covered with tape and the limbs were tied.

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At the same time, there was another suitcase with him.

Inside was Hiroki Sawada.

Unlike the Tsushima Shuji who played, Sawada Hiroki was really in a coma.

"I don't know who wants these two little devils on purpose."

"One or two looks like a sick child who will die at any time, what can they do?" someone mocked.

"You have to give it up when you take it back." The tone was disdainful.

"Don't underestimate these two little devils, they are geniuses."

"The profit that can be provided to the other party after getting it is more than a few hundred million." Someone explained.

"That has nothing to do with us, just get the balance and leave." Someone said.

"Who is the other party connecting? Why hasn't he come yet?" Someone asked impatiently.

"I don't know, just wait." The leading man said solemnly.

"Jingle Bell-"

the phone is ringing.

"Hey, it's me, the goods are ready, when will the final payment arrive?" The leading man answered the phone.

"Deal cancelled." The voice on the other end of the phone was low.

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, not giving the man time to react.

"Hey-!"

"Damn, are you kidding me?!" The man smashed his phone on the spot.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?" the others asked.

"That guy said to cancel the deal." The leading man's eyes were fierce.

"What? Deal cancelled?"

"In other words, there is no final payment?"

"Then what about these two little devils?" Someone asked, looking at the teenagers lying in the two suitcases beside them.

"Would you like to..." A person made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"Ask Aland and Sindora for money." The leading man frowned and said solemnly.

"What's the benefit of killing these two little devils? Ask Ailand and the Syndora Group how much they are willing to pay to redeem these two little devils." The man took out a black belt and covered his face. Put on the helmet.

Others followed his example by covering their faces and wearing helmets.

"From now on, it's going to be a kidnapping case."

"We are the kidnappers." The man said.

"Tear up the ticket if you don't pay the ransom."

…

"Hello, this is Aland Corporation. Do you need any help?" The customer service lady said in a sweet voice.

"The kid from your director's house is in our hands~www.novelmt.com~ If you don't want him to die, prepare a billion." A vicious man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Another liar.

"Hello, may I ask you..." The lady at the front desk rolled her eyes in a perfunctory tone.

"Tell her, who are you." There was a gunshot on the other end of the phone.

"I'm Shuji Tsushima." Then, a low, hoarse young voice sounded.

"Did you hear that? In three days, I'll give you a bank account, put the money I want into it, and I'll guarantee him all right."

"if there is not…"

"Haha." The man hung up the phone.

All that was left was the front desk lady who was stunned and at a loss.

Immediately afterwards, the Syndora Group received the exact same call.