COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Beichuan Clinic.

Dr. Beichuan, who had just performed an operation on a client who was shot at 3:00 a.m., was finally able to sleep after sending off the client, but was awakened by the ringing of his private phone.

Dr. Beichuan: …

On the pure white single bed, the man with platinum blonde hair turned over heavily.

The atmosphere around him was extremely depressing.

He picked up the vibrating phone beside him.

"Which one?" His voice was cold and irritable.

He asked aloud and sat up from the bed.

After picking up the water on the head of the bed and drinking it, he finally woke up.

The person who can know his phone number must be a guest.

And guests here in Beichuan always enjoy privileges.

Even if he gets up, he doesn't do anything to potential guests.

Who can't get along with money?

"Hello, I'm Amuro." The male voice on the other end of the phone seemed familiar.

Oh, remembered.

The bodyguard of Shuji Tsushima who pointed the gun at his head.

Also a member of that organization.

Just don't know what the codename is.

"Do you need anything?" Doctor Beichuan asked.

Money is coming.

"Can I ask you to come see a doctor for our young master?" said the man on the other end of the phone.

"For my patients, of course, but..." Beichuan said inexplicably.

This kind of guest is not suitable for going out, and it is not that he has not done the entrustment that requires him to come to the door.

It's just that those guests were seriously injured and couldn't move easily.

That young master, is that the case too?

Can't move due to serious injury?

"Don't worry about money, the most important thing for our young master is money." The man on the other end of the phone said indifferently.

"Of course, I won't doubt Master Tsushima's financial resources..." The man with his upper body naked got out of bed.

"Please tell me a time, I'll come visit." Put on a shirt and tie.

"Okay, I see." Hanging up the phone.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, and comb your hair.

Finally put on the white coat.

She put on thin gold-rimmed glasses to block those extremely cool and thin gray eyes.

The gentle and elegant Doctor Beichuan is about to start business again.

He held a scalpel in his white-gloved hand.

He combed his hair with a scalpel in front of the mirror.

Every now and then I answer messages on my phone.

…

One p.m.

Dr. Kitagawa carried his work box to the apartment where Shuji Tsushima lived.

Since he came alone, he also registered his name and contact information at the front desk of the apartment.

He took out the pen he was carrying with him from the front pocket of his white coat, and wrote his full name on the register—Osamu Kitagawa.

In this short time to ask his identity, he has already asked many questions.

"Next, you can use the private elevator of President Tsushima over there, and you can go straight to the top floor..." The person in charge of registration said dutifully.

"Private elevator? Is there one elevator per household?" Doctor Beichuan asked calmly.

"No, only Chairman Tsushima has..." the registration staff explained.

"I see, thank you." The blond, gray-eyed, pale-skinned man wearing gold glasses smiled gracefully and restrainedly.

Then I walked into Shuji Tsushima's private elevator.

Dr. Beichuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart how lavish and extravagant this young master from the Tsushima family, his patient, was in life.

He didn't want to share the same elevator with other people, so he paid for a direct elevator for himself.

Make sure he doesn't end up with strangers when he rides the elevator.

I didn't want to meet the tenants on the same floor, so I bought the top floor including the whole floor of the roof.

There will be no trouble with neighbors.

"Doctor Beichuan?" As soon as the elevator door closed, the voice of the person who called him came from the elevator.

The bodyguard of young master Tsushima, Mr. Amuro.

So what is the identity of the young master Tsushima in that organization?

Partnerships that provide funding?

But the life on the young master's body is probably more than the life on his two bodyguards.

Kitagawa Village Osamu remembered what the boy said to him when they first met.

[Sometimes, the smell of blood cannot be washed away. ]

At that time, he had just finished killing people, and the body was even left in the basement without treatment. He only had time to wash off the blood from his body, and then went out through the back door, pretending that he had just returned to the clinic as well.

But it was still seen through by the other party.

What the boy said, about the boy who killed more than 60,000 people.

He couldn't believe it, but when he saw the other person's eyes, he couldn't help but have a thought—

The young man is telling the truth.

However, in this peaceful age, how did it kill more than 60,000 people?

[Those seriously ill patients will take their fantasy experiences as real]

[They can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy, and live in fantasy memory day after day]

Is the young master of the Tsushima family like the kind of person who can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy, and lives in fantasy?

The elevator door opened.

"Doctor Beichuan, here." The blond man with purple eyes stood at the door and greeted politely.

"Trouble." The man with blond hair, gray eyes and white coat nodded.

At least not as soon as the elevator door was opened, a gun was pointed at the head.

"Where is Master Tsushima?" He took his suitcase and looked at the living room.

All I saw was a man with black hair and phoenix eyes, another bodyguard of the young master.

"Before Dr. Beichuan diagnoses Mr. Xiuzhi, we still need to trouble you with a small matter." Lu Chuanwu smiled.

"No, it's not troublesome at all." Osamu Kitagawa put the box beside his feet, lowered his head and held up his glasses, then smiled restrainedly.

They have already arrived at the opponent's home court, if they refuse...

It's not the right answer by any means.

"I think... we also need a diagnosis and treatment." The black-haired, mild and ordinary-looking bodyguard said so.

Dr. Beichuan: …

He glanced at Toru Amuro, who did not deny it, and then at Midorikawa, whose expression was gentle but serious.

"Two..." Are you serious?

He still wanted to ask.

But when he saw the eyes of the two, he wisely withdrew his words.

His identity and power are good for ordinary businessmen and politicians, but it is not worth mentioning against this kind of mysterious organization who also lives in the dark world and is also a member of the world's giants.

He had no doubt that even if the other party killed him now, nothing would happen. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Then, let's do a questionnaire first." He squatted down calmly, took out two questionnaires from the box and handed them to the two.

"There is no time limit, please answer seriously, and you must answer your true thoughts." He held his glasses in one hand and smiled gracefully.

Amuro Toru and Midorikawa glanced at each other, took the answer sheet, found a place for each other, and began to answer quietly.

The doctor in a white coat sat down on the sofa naturally, picked up the coffee on the coffee table and stirred it gently.

When the two of them handed in the questionnaires almost at the same time, Shuji Tsushima also walked out of the room.

The man on the sofa looked at the two questionnaires and said with inscrutable eyes, "I'm sorry, the two of you are helpless."

Toru Amuro & Midorikawa: ? ? ?

Tsushima Shuji, who just came out of the room: Pffhahahaha.

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