COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Kaor is still very reasonable." Tiamali nodded with satisfaction looking at the text message.

"If you don't do what he thinks, he doesn't make sense." Benoy sneered on the side.

Tia Marie: ...isn't that crap?

If Kaa had not done what he wanted, the detective would have been dead.

Why don't you listen to Kao? Playing with the brain can't beat others, let's do it... It's not a human opponent.

It's good to be a subordinate.

Speaking of which, the detective wasted a bottle of his own medicine.

"Penuo, give me another bottle of the healing potion." Tiamari stretched out his hand towards Peno without hesitation.

Peno: ...I'm not rich either.

"Please, Peno, are you okay~" Tiamari grabbed Peno's sleeve, looking at the other party with pink eyes, full of sincere emotion.

Peno:…

Tried to pull out his own sleeves and failed.

Tiamari was still squatting beside him staring.

"You don't want me to die when I'm doing a quest~ Peno~ Good Peno~"

Peno closed his eyes as if he could neither hear nor see.

"Really don't give it to me? Xiaoqian~" Tiamari lowered her voice.

"Give it to you, I'll give it later." Peno raised his hand weakly.

Tiamali shouldn't let this guy know his identity.

This lunatic Tiamali doesn't care about offending other people at all.

Threaten yourself at every turn.

Maybe in her opinion, maybe this means that the other party treats him as a friend.

After all, ordinary people are not worthy of Tiamali's threats at all.

"Don't use this kind of thing casually for boring things, it's not a waste of time." Peno's tone was helpless.

"Since Kao told you that the other party is not dead, you can stab a few more times and avoid the key point. Going to check is a minor injury, so there is no need to waste the potion." Penuo said earnestly.

"..." Tiamali's face was gloomy and unpredictable.

Yeah, is this gun cool? Just one shot, what's cool, and in the end, he used drugs to keep the other party alive.

If you stab a few more times...

"Next time, I will definitely make it up next time." The pink-haired girl had a bright smile on her face, but her eyes were full of sickness and madness.

Blood, blood, more, more blood.

"Huh." Peno silently reached out and covered his eyes.

Can't see, can't hear.

That way I don't know that Tiamari is sick again.

…

"That's the way it is..." The man sat on the sofa of the hospitality.

"I hope Detective Tsushima can find my father and..." The man's body couldn't help shaking when he said this.

"The person who killed my mother back then." His tone was full of hatred.

Tsushima Shuji sat on the sofa, looked at the man on the opposite sofa, and casually picked up the coffee cup.

"Mr. Nishida should know."

"The Tsushima Office doesn't accept requests to find someone. If you are looking for someone, please go to the Mouri Detective Office next door..." He closed his eyes and took a sip of coffee.

"The Tsushima Office only accepts homicides, right, I know." The man said so.

"Isn't the murder case nineteen years ago not a murder case?" He suppressed his anger.

"And... after finding the culprit, maybe there will be a fatal case?" The man took a deep breath and calmed down.

"The reason I came to Detective Tsushima is because you are different from other detectives."

"Other detectives only think about sending prisoners to prison. Once they know that I will kill prisoners, they will never accept my commission..."

"But President Tsushima, it's not like that."

"Compared to mainstream detectives, you should only take reasoning as an interest, and don't care about the life or death of the prisoner." The man looked serious.

This is also the answer he inferred from the previous cases of Chairman Tsushima.

On several occasions, the murderer of the case being searched by the other side was killed by another person, but Shuji Tsushima didn't care at all.

To him, it doesn't matter who kills the murderer whether he is dead or alive.

Of course, he also has a gambling mentality.

If Shuji Tsushima didn't accept his request, or, in other words, accepted his request, but wanted to stop him from killing the prisoner...

The man thought of this, his eyes darkened, and he subconsciously put his hand into his pocket.

"Are you going to kill a few of them alone?" Tsushima Shuji asked.

Although it was a question, the tone was very flat.

"Courageous," he said lightly.

"But I don't accept this request." Tsushima Shuji put down the coffee cup in his hand and said.

It's such a hassle to find someone...

Although I am very boring, but it is not interesting to find someone.

And the murders nineteen years ago.

Nineteen years ago, there was no Tsushima Shuji in this world.

"In that case..." The man stood up stiffly.

"I'll say goodbye." He turned to leave.

"Do you know, White Crow?" Tsushima Shuji looked at his back and said suddenly with interest.

"White Crow?" The man stopped and turned to look at the boy with a puzzled expression.

"Some time ago in the United States, a nationwide live trial was conducted to judge the existence of evil." The teenager leaned against the sofa leisurely.

"The U.S. police haven't found them yet." He rested his chin with one hand.

"Does this have anything to do with my commission?" the man asked standing still.

"Before the end of the live broadcast, what did the member of White Crow say..." The boy looked like he couldn't remember.

The man watched him.

Fourteen year old boy.

Extraordinarily thin and immature, with a cold and sick air lingering around her body, fragile and delicate and handsome.

"They set up a website, as long as they leave the crimes committed by the prisoners and clues on that website, the prisoners will be tried." The boy with the bandaged right eye looked at him with the kite-colored left eye.

"But I don't know the prisoner's name." The man frowned.

"Don't you have a clue?" The teenager looked at the necklace around his neck.

The man silently stretched out his hand to hold the necklace.

"Nineteen years ago, I watched four men break into my house and kill my mother in front of me."

"Then knocked me out, and when I woke up again, I had been sold far away."

"I can't forget the blood spattered when they stabbed the knife into my mother's body, and their smug laughter..."

Even if nineteen years have passed, he has forgotten the looks of those people in his memory.

"White Crow? I see." He nodded and left.

"Why did you suddenly think of finding a job for the white crow?" Scotland, who was on the side, asked while putting away the coffee cup after the person left.

"Because...it's boring." Tsushima Shuji looked blank.

[If it's too boring, you'll think of things you shouldn't think of. ]

"Let the white crow perform for me again. Their performance is much more interesting than the circus." Tsushima Shuji smiled with a deep look in his eyes.

"Have you ever been to a circus show, Kaa?" Scotland asked curiously.

"I watch it often." Tsushima Shuji stared at the sky, as if caught in a memory.

"Once, when the UU Reading www.uukanshu.com circus came to the local area, the children were very curious, so everyone decided to watch it secretly."

"But it was discovered by the circus people and drove away all the other children, leaving me alone and invited me to watch."

So when he was young, no one wanted to play with him.

Perks everywhere.

*[…are we guilty? Is it our sin to be born aristocratic? ]

"Kaor you... do you have such a past?" Scotland didn't know what to say.

"No." The young man smiled indifferently.

"It's just my fantasy." Full of righteousness.

[Just treat all this as an illusion, an illusion, don't think about it, don't look at it...]

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