COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

When the anemic Edogawa Conan was drinking red dates and wolfberry tea while looking for the white crow.

Tsushima Shuji was lying on the hospital bed watching White Crow's live broadcast.

The clothes come to stretch out their hands, and the meals come to open their mouths.

Sitting crookedly, there is no way to see that he was still bleeding from the nose just a moment ago.

"I knew someone was pretending to be sick." Tou Amuro, who was sitting on the sofa in the ward, stretched his voice.

"No, I'm not pretending, I'm really sick, I'm about to die." The black-haired boy covered his face and tried to cry.

"Nosebleed... it's not fake either." Green Chuan, who was beside him, hesitated without a word.

Kaa's blood every time, whether it's nosebleed or coughing up blood.

It's all real blood.

Coughing up blood is fine to fake, but how to fake nosebleeds?

Could it be... Kao really...

terminally ill?

And the hospital's inspection report also showed that Tsushima Shuji's physical condition was indeed not good.

It's almost like saying that Tsushima Shuji is destined to live beyond the age of twenty, and looks like he will die prematurely.

"Scotland." Amuro had a serious expression.

"Don't trust him." His tone was heavy.

Don't believe anything Kaa says, except during tasks and reasoning! Jingguang!

He fooled us all as fools!

Scotland: Ah this...

"Break--" the young man sighed in a bored voice.

Pretty boring jigsaw puzzle.

The puzzle is not big, just the size of a bedside table.

It's just that each piece is small and needs to be viewed with a magnifying glass to see clearly.

Tsushima Shuji said a few words to them, and the effort was half done.

On the ground beside them, there were several pieces that had been spelled together.

It's all about looking at uncomfortable distorted paintings.

Even if they are put together, it is completely impossible to see what the painting is.

"Aren't you looking forward to White Crow's performance?" Amuro ate a grape and said in a boring tone.

It was Kaa who clearly said that the one who wanted to see the White Crow perform.

As a result, the live broadcast is now being broadcast on the screen of the ward, but Kaa is dedicated to putting together the puzzle.

"Neon's police... heh." Amuro looked at the figure on the screen and sneered.

Although the white crow did the same in the United States, the fbi can't do anything about it.

But after all, he is not American.

The neon police circle...

Bourbon's purple-gray eyes are emotionally complex, mixed with disgust.

"Should have gotten used to it, haven't you." Scottish tone was equally complicated.

"Speaking of which, you and Wei Que are classmates." Tsushima Shuji raised his head thoughtfully after finishing another puzzle.

Let Wei Que play together?

"Yeah." Bourbon was not surprised that Kaa knew this.

After all, when they first met, Kaa was already using his identity as a double agent to play with him.

"Wei Que said that he is a bomb disposal expert, and his bomb disposal skills are much better than yours..." The black-haired boy looked at Bourbon with his kite-colored left eye.

"Scotland cooks better than you..." a thoughtful tone.

"Because Bourbon's bomb disposal skills were learned from Wei Que, and cooking skills were learned from me..." Scotland explained with a smile.

"Someone is crazy about stealing teachers." He teased.

Bourbon: …

Is this called stealing? This is called common progress! This is called learning from each other!

"So..." The boy looked at Bourbon with a meaningful expression.

Bourbon: …the look.

Is Kaa laughing at himself?

I am not angry I am not angry I am not angry.

"Can you defuse bombs? Can you cook?" Bourbon asked righteously.

Tsushima Shuji: Guess what?

Actually, I could come if I wanted to...

"Anyway, cooking and bourbon and Scotland are enough, I don't need to know..." Tsushima Shuji said straightly.

Bourbon, a guy who likes to talk back, will arrange him as the chef of the organization in the future.

Cook for an entire base member every day.

Exhausted him! /little devil laugh.jpg

…

In the live broadcast room, the four of them have fallen into the point of cannibalism.

"You don't look like you, Kaa, are interested in the performance of the raven?" Scotland asked, peeling the apple.

"Scotland, Scotland~" Kaa looked at him.

"I want a rabbit apple—" The face was innocent.

"Okay." Scotland nodded.

Sure enough, Kaa was a kid who also liked bunny apples.

"I want a rabbit apple~~" Toru Amuro on the other side extended his voice, learning from the other party's tone.

"Ouch." Made a nauseating expression.

"It's not ashamed to be so coquettish when you're such an adult," he complained.

Doesn't Jingguang find Kaor's kid's tone disgusting? !

"There's no way, after all, I'm still a minor child, it's reasonable to act like a spoiled child!" The boy blinked.

"Not like bourbon..."

"Already an old man who is almost thirty years old." His tone was leisurely.

Bourbon: Me? old man?

"You look at my face again?" Bourbon pointed to his own face.

"Say that again to my face I'm an old man?"

"I obviously don't look much older than you!" Bourbon said angrily.

"Cough." Scotland cleared his throat.

Place the sliced ​​rabbit apples on a plate in front of Shuji Tsushima.

"Bourbon, you are already two years old." A deep tone spoke to Bourbon.

"Yes, about the same age as my dead uncle." Tsushima Shuji nodded in agreement.

Bourbon: Stop talking.

Want to stop.

Nothing to say.

He retreated back to the sofa and lay down on the sofa with a hopeless face.

Decided to ignore Kao this kid today.

And in the live room.

The four people who killed each other have already fallen three people.

The last person was also shaky and was about to fall.

But there was a wild smile that belonged to the victor.

"White Crow, I won, let me out." When he saw the man wearing a white crow mask, his tone was calm.

"Of course..." Bai Crow clapped his hands in a leisurely tone.

The next moment, the so-called sole survivor pulled out a knife and rushed at him.

And the three people who seemed to be dead also jumped up from the ground and ran towards the white crow.

All four were armed with daggers.

"Sure enough, four witty and brave... idiots." They heard the white crow chuckle.

Attitude contempt and ridicule.

The next moment, the daggers in their hands exploded, breaking their knife-wielding hands.

White feathers that looked fluffy slashed and slit their throats.

The white feathers fell in the pool of blood, still white.

"I was forced to defend myself." Bai Ya sighed leisurely.

"Then~www.novelmt.com~ This trial is over, everyone... see you next time." He took off his hat and bowed before disappearing.

Only the falling white crow feathers remained.

"King's game, only the only survivor can survive, but..." Tsushima Shuji looked at the dark screen, his eyes darkened.

"Survivors are just survivors, and the king is the only player." His eyes were pitiful, but he couldn't tell whether it was grief or pity, or hopeless despair.

His expression and tone were extremely cold.

As if the so-called compassion is also an illusion.

"Kaor, how do you feel that you know it well..." Scotland smiled.

It's better to say than to understand...

Kao is like attending.

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