COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Five hours later, Shiro Murakami's brain, who was going crazy alone in the corner, finally came back online.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of shoes.

"This guy is awake." The owner of the shoe took a few steps back, as if to inform others.

This scene is very similar to what happens when a kidnapped person wakes up in a movie.

Kidnapped yourself?

Murakami Shiro thought so with some rigid thinking.

Speaking of which... is he worth being kidnapped?

Although he has a village chief father, but the village chief does not have much money...

Kidnappers usually operate in big cities, right? No matter how you think about it, you can't come across it.

Thinking about it this way, I don't seem to feel tied up, I'm free...

only…

Murakami Shiro tried to move his body, but found that his healthy body in the past had become less... obedient.

Stiffness, heaviness, and... pain?

It's like overworked, muscle damage.

why is that?

He thought stiffly, reminiscing little by little what had happened before.

Before the clip, he seemed to drink a bowl of mushroom soup...

At this moment, the inflexible brain suddenly flashed an aura.

Yes, there should be something wrong with that bowl of mushroom soup.

Otherwise, it's hard to explain why it breaks after drinking it.

Obviously he has already disposed of the basket of poisonous mushrooms...

Another red-haired man's bamboo baskets were also checked, and they were all edible.

Why are you still getting hit?

"Boss Murakami, are you okay?" Another pair of shoes appeared in his field of vision, a pair of sneakers.

Speaking of which... it's strange that the three adults are wearing sweatshirts and sneakers, but the youngest boy is wearing a shirt and shoes.

It's a bit too formal by comparison.

While thinking so, Murakami Shiro raised his sore neck hard to see who it was.

I saw a black-haired, blue-eyed man with a handsome appearance and a gentle expression.

"Can you... help me?" Murakami Shiro asked after seeing the other party.

If I remember correctly, this man should have the best temperament among the four.

The red-haired one looks like a grumpy old man, the blond one has a bright smile, but always gives off a smiley face, and the youngest one...

Don't you mean willful rebellion? That temper is probably not that bad.

No matter how you look or think, the black-haired man is the one with the best temper.

"Of course." Lu Chuanwu, who had a very good temper, glanced at the other party, said with a smile, and then stretched out his hand, picked up the other party's clothes, and picked him up.

"Wait...cough cough..." Murakami Shiro's eyes widened.

You just want to let the other party help, but the other party wants to strangle him?

Murakami Shiro was dragged to the chair, and Midorikawa didn't let go.

Murakami Zilang suddenly gasped for breath, and finally managed to slow down. He sat weakly and looked around.

Only then did I realize that my hotel seemed to have experienced inexplicable destruction. Not only did the legs of the table disappear, the table fell, the bowl was broken, and even few chairs survived.

Murakami Shiro silently covered his chest.

why-

Why did my hotel become like this—

These four guests are too—

"We will fully compensate for the loss, new furniture is already on the way..." the blond man said at this time.

Murakami Shiro put down the hand covering his chest.

These four guests are not bad, they are really responsible guests.

"Is it because of that bowl of mushroom soup? Are you all okay?" Murakami Shiro cared about the guests.

He remembered that everyone drank the mushroom soup, so he couldn't be the only one who got caught, but he was the last to wake up.

"...Very good, thank you for your concern." The blond and purple-eyed man answered this question, with a bright smile but a subtle twist of blackness.

Murakami Shiro thought that this was not a good look, but he didn't say much.

Maybe the other party is simply in a bad mood?

After all, they all look healthy, stand tall and straight, and look in good spirits.

Even the ill boy looked no different from before.

He was the only one who couldn't stand still.

Obviously everyone is drinking the same bowl of mushroom soup...

How can the difference be so big?

Is it because of age? These guys look really young...

"I take the liberty to ask, how old are you all?" Shiro Murakami asked curiously.

"I'm 28." The blond man smiled.

"I'm 26." Green Chuan glanced at Amurotou without meaning, and then said.

His real age is one year older than Amuro, but...

According to his current status, he is indeed 26 years old.

"25." Sakai Sora said coldly.

"I'm fourteen years old, still the age of a beautiful boy." Tsushima Shuji introduced himself.

"No one is over thirty..." Murakami Shiro thought thoughtfully.

"No wonder they say that thirty is a hurdle. I finally realized that the gap between thirty and twenty-eight..." Shiro Murakami, now thirty-two, said with emotion.

"Have you ever thought...it has nothing to do with age?" Tsushima Shuji touched his chin with a deep expression.

"No, it must be because of age that my physical fitness has deteriorated." Murakami Shiro said firmly.

It is absolutely impossible that he is not in good health, but it can only be caused by age, and his physical state will naturally decline.

"Sure enough, human beings are the best at self-deception." The young man whispered.

"What?" Murakami Shiro didn't hear clearly.

"No, it's nothing, you're right." Tsushima Shuji smiled.

The furniture delivery team showed up at the remote hotel late at night.

The furniture was replaced in an orderly manner, and the damaged furniture was taken away.

"Is it still delivering at this time?" Murakami Shiro showed an expression that I didn't know.

"It's usually not delivered, but we've added some money." The blond man said in a natural and calm tone.

"Added... points?" Murakami Shiro was suspicious.

A little bit shouldn't be enough to keep them running late at night...

"Ah, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is only one million." Amuro said with a smile.

Swipe Kaor's card.

Originally wanted to brush five million directly, but was rejected.

Because the furniture delivery team itself is owned by Tsushima Club.

I knew it was time to switch.

"A little... um..." Murakami Shiro hesitated.

Sure enough, it's the style of the rich.

The big city likes to run to the country without waiting, but can't recognize poisonous mushrooms, a million is a little bit...

Every little bit is filled with the qualities of the rich.

"Fortunately, they have already been replaced with new ones, otherwise it would be bad..." Murakami Shiro sighed with relief when he looked at the newly tidy hotel lobby.

"There are still guests coming to stay tomorrow," he said.