COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"It's here, get off." Toru Amuro parked the car in the underground garage, opened the door and walked down.

"Don't you continue dragging me?" Tsushima Shuji opened his eyes and asked with a slow yawn, with a pity in his tone.

"I don't want to walk by myself," he said.

"I don't want to drag a 100-pound guy all the time." Amuro said with dead fish eyes.

Did that fellow Khal think he was light?

"Tsk, you're so rude if you can't even lift a hundred pounds." Tsushima Shuji groaned.

But he didn't ask An Shitou to carry him away, he stretched himself, sighed, and returned to his serious appearance.

"I'll check the mailbox, you go up first." Amuro said in a natural tone.

He was going to deal with a bunch of inexplicable letters, letters of entrustment, letters of confession, or other things of unknown meaning in the mailbox.

Shuji Tsushima always gets a bunch of weird letters, just like Shuji Tsushima has a bunch of weird fans who claim to be suffering from flower spit and butterfly disease.

Every time I challenge Toru Amuro's worldview.

Clearing out a full mailbox once a week has become a necessity.

What if there is no letter...

Amuro didn't think about this possibility, because it's impossible not to believe.

"Excuse me~" Tsushima Shuji raised his hand and waved.

After seeing the other party entering the elevator, he put down his hand and smiled inexplicably.

"It's really self-conscious." He looked at his reflection in the elevator and said.

"It's really self-conscious." Lu Chuanwu said.

"Dog training is good." Sora Sakai opened his eyes with headphones on.

"Training a dog? I didn't train a dog, that kind of disgusting thing..." The black-haired and kite-eyed youth showed a look of disgust.

"I won't do it." He said firmly.

"The way you train a dog probably won't tame Bourbon." Midorikawa Wuya smiled.

Neither he nor Bourbon could be easily tamed.

If I have to say, they are more like Stockholm patients now.

Every element is satisfied.

At first they felt the threat of death from Kaa and wanted to stay away.

After that, I felt lonely and childish from Kaa, and I felt that the other party was a little pitiful, and then...

Threatened time and time again, compromise time and time again, from the beginning of the resistance but helpless, and then to the habit of later, and even now the initiative to cooperate.

Victims develop a sense of identity or even dependence on the perpetrator, a condition known as Stockholm Syndrome.

What's more terrifying is that they know this well, but they can't get rid of such a situation, and even... don't want to get rid of it.

But there's no need to tell Laphroaig about such a thing.

Kaa should know it himself.

Although Kaa didn't do it on purpose, it was all the more terrifying because of that.

He did it unconsciously, it was just an instinct.

Good, bad, hot and cold, like flying a kite, and they are the kites being flown, and the only line tied is in each other's hands.

And the other party doesn't even care about the line at all, and it is they who need to worry about the other party letting go of the line.

"Aren't you dogs?" Sora Sakai looked at Midorikawa, his tone was very calm, as if he was just saying a fact.

"...Perhaps you want to be bitten by a dog?" Lu Chuanwu was silent for a moment before revealing a very gentle and polite smile.

Sora Sakai and Midorikawa stared at each other, their blue eyes equally calm.

After a while, the two looked away together.

No need to fight here.

The elevator stopped at the top floor, and it was exclusive until the elevator had no other floors, only the rooftop, the top floor, the first floor, and the underground garage.

Laphroaig stood on the top floor in silence for a moment, then walked out of the elevator, turned around and entered the ordinary elevator next door.

He lives downstairs.

"Aren't you going to stay and chat?" Tsushima Shuji asked casually.

"Enough is enough," said the red-haired youth, and the elevator door closed.

He meant that they had said enough these days.

Tsushima Shuji didn't care and returned to the apartment.

The moment the door was opened, the white Shiba Inu and Sanhua cat rushed over together.

Tsushima Shuji avoided Shiba Inu while hugging Sanhua cat.

"Yo, long time no see." Tsushima Shuji fell into the sofa and greeted Harrow and Madara in a dull voice.

After a few days of not seeing each other, one cat and one dog were fed and put on a lot of weight.

It can be seen that the people who feed them don't understand how to read temperance at all.

"You two...is it time to lose weight?" Tsushima Shuji made a square with the index fingers and thumbs of both hands, and looked at Sanhua Cat and Shiba Inu for a while.

"I found out when I picked it up, you've almost caught up with the three past you." Tsushima Shuji looked at the three-flowered cat and said in a serious tone.

In a short period of time, the weight skyrocketed.

How much to eat as much as possible, do not know restraint.

"And you, if the dog is too fat, it will be eaten." Tsushima Shuji looked at the white Shiba Inu again, and said lightly.

Harrow shivered silently.

"Let's lose weight today, and it will become one meal a day in the future. You and Bourbon must not feed more in Scotland. I don't want to raise two pigs..." The young man rambled.

It can be seen that he is very dissatisfied with the fat attitude of one cat and one dog.

"It doesn't matter what I say, Bourbon..." Scotland's tone was hesitant.

"What's wrong with me?" The client, Bourbon, pushed in the door, with a half-smiling look on his face.

"After all, you dote on Harrow, maybe you will choose to indulge Harrow because of the father-son relationship." Scotland's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly.

"What are you talking about?" Bourbon was a little dazed.

How could it be related to his father-son relationship with Harrow?

"Your son is fat and needs to lose weight. You have to show a stern fatherly attitude! Bourbon!" Tsushima Shuji pointed at the Shiba Inu, who had gained a lot of weight, and said to Bourbon bitterly.

"Ouch?" The white Shiba Inu looked even cuter because it gained weight, and the blank voice of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was also very cute.

However, Shuji Tsushima is a cute guy who can't appreciate dogs.

"I'm fat? It seems a little bit." Bourbon bent down, picked up Haro, weighed it, and nodded thoughtfully.

"It's time to lose weight," he said.

"Right, so let's change their meal to one meal a day." Tsushima Shuji nodded frantically.

"One meal a day... diet to lose weight..." Bourbon said hesitantly.

"Do you want your son to starve?" Scotland smiled.

"The efficiency of dieting and weight loss is not enough. You need to add exercise. From today, run on the treadmill for an hour every day, hello." Bourbon thought for a while, patted Shiba Inu's head and said.

"Wang?" The white-toned Shiba Inu stuck out his tongue a little confused.

"Diet and exercise, it will be effective in a week, come on." Bourbon said to Shiba Inu with encouragement.