COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

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The sound of running footsteps was also very confusing.

But none of this could affect the boy in the wheelchair with his head lowered.

The warm lights in the corridor shone on him, but it couldn't add any warmth.

On the contrary, his own complexion became paler.

Black and white.

The pool of red marks on the chest is the only bright color.

Bloody color.

"Master Xiuzhi, hold on—"

"Tsujima-kun-"

"Oops, there's no medical equipment on board..."

"There is no on-board doctor either..."

Everyone looked anxious and said one after another.

"We brought medicines with us, and Amuro-kun and I both have medical qualification certificates. Later, we will treat Master Shuzhi in the room..." The dark-haired man's expression was no longer gentle, and the feeling he gave when he was serious was the same as that of the blonde before. The bodyguard feels very similar.

Familiar deterrent.

"Please stay outside and keep quiet," said the man named Midorikawa Mu.

Then the door closed.

A door separates two worlds.

Everyone in the corridor outside the door walked around anxiously.

"Bang—" Hattori Heiji punched the wall with his fist, and lowered his head in the face of the wall, unable to see his expression clearly.

Tsushima had previously broken into a burning warehouse just for him...

But now, he can't do anything for Tsushima.

Edogawa Conan clenched his fist silently.

Tsushima you...

It must be all right.

"How could this be..." Mao Lilan covered her mouth with one hand, tears welling in her eyes.

"Tsujima-kun is obviously such a good person..."

"He'll be fine..." She closed her eyes and lowered her head in prayer.

"I think that kid can live for a long time, he will be fine, Xiaolan, don't cry." Mouri Kogoro comforted.

The attitude of the people outside the door was sad and the atmosphere was anxious.

The three in the door...

"Ka'ao? Ka'ao?" Amuro Toru leaned down and called out in the boy's ear.

I thought the boy would jump up at a certain moment to give him a surprise (scare).

However, he found that the young man remained motionless, his face was pale, and his anger was like a gossamer.

Amuro's expression gradually became solemn.

"Hey, this joke is not funny."

"I really want to beat you to death." Amuro said with a gloomy expression and a ferocious tone.

"Ah... I almost fell asleep just now." The black-haired boy suddenly opened his left eye and blinked.

"What's not funny? In my current situation, the two of you should be in tears, right?" He tilted his head.

Looking down at the large bloodstain on his chest, he frowned.

Then he stood up from the wheelchair with a blank expression and lay back on the bed.

He tilted his head, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The snow-white pillows and quilts were dyed red.

Then he sat up, frowning as if thinking.

The next moment, he mercilessly punched himself in the abdomen.

Immediately, a large pool of blood splattered.

In this way, half of the bed was almost blood-colored.

The black-haired boy sighed in relief.

Now it's clean.

And he didn't die, so he wouldn't be resurrected on the spot, and even the bloodstains disappeared.

It's just that the punch he gave himself was a little heavier.

"Cough...cough..." The black-haired young man coughed a few times.

Spit out a few pieces...

Suspected pieces of internal organs.

Tsushima Shuji: Sure enough, I was a little **** myself, so I can be lighter next time.

Spitting up blood is enough, spitting up internal organs is not necessary.

Toru Amuro & Midorikawa: ...? ? ? ?

what is this? ? ?

Kao just spit it out...

Fragments of internal organs, right? ? ?

"Every time you vomit blood...you vomit like this?" Lu Chuanwu sat beside the bed, looking at such a miserable state, his voice was low.

"Ah... I ate a plasma capsule while on deck..." Tsushima Shuji blinked.

"As for these..." He looked at the pieces of internal organs that he accidentally spat out with disgust.

"I didn't control the strength of the punch just now, I would have done it a little bit lighter before." He said with a reflective look.

"You're like this..." Aren't you afraid that you will accidentally kill yourself?

Midori Chuan looked up at the boy with a little anger in his heart, and wanted to say something.

But when he saw the other party's kite-colored eyes, he forgot all the words he wanted to say.

In the kite-colored eyes, there was no desire to live, no fear of death, and no regret for the punch just now.

It was a pair of eyes that could see nothing.

It seems to be extremely melancholy and tender, and it seems to be empty to nothing, but it seems to be filled with compassion for all things in the world.

Green Chuan Wu's eyes seemed to see another world full of darkness, full of nothingness, and nothing.

"Hurry up and pretend to be rescuing me." The boy's voice called back his thoughts that were about to freeze in a trance.

He looked at the boy whose body was covered in blood, and couldn't help shivering.

He just...

What's wrong?

He was stunned for a moment.

I can't remember why I suddenly fell into a sluggishness in the last moment.

He tried to find the answer from the boy.

However, he found that the other party had already closed his eyes and was lying on the bed, and he was a very qualified performer who had only one breath left.

"Quickly rescue me~" The boy closed his eyes and said lightly.

"There's no help, just wait to die." Amuro let out a cruel smile.

"Hey~ how can this be..." The boy muttered in a low voice.

"Declaring the patient dead without any rescue at all, you two are simply unscrupulous doctors...cough..." The young man complained incessantly, tilted his head the next moment, and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Feeling a little dizzy.

He blinked dazedly, and his eyeballs rolled.

This state is more suitable for performing a scene for a while!

"Go and let them in, just say I have something to tell them when I wake up!" He grabbed the hem of Midorikawa Wu's clothes and commanded unceremoniously.

"Are you going to say your last words?" Amuro twitched the corners of his mouth.

You've vomited blood so much that you have to ask others to watch your performance...

Are you obsessed with acting?

Having said that, he still turned around and prepared to call the others in.

When he saw Midorikawa Wu, whose response was obviously slow for half a beat, he patted the other party's shoulder.

Unexpectedly, the other party's body trembled greatly.

"What's wrong with you?" Amuro said in surprise.

"...Nothing." Lu Chuanwu shook his head, his tone soft.

As if he had come back to his senses.

He stood up and put the quilt over Tsushima Shuji.

After thinking about it, he still didn't cover the other's head together.

It was too much like Tsushima Shuji was dead~www.readwn.com~ and they opened the door.

The people waiting outside the door rushed up immediately.

"What's wrong with Tsushima-"

"Is he okay..."

they asked eagerly.

"Master Xiuzhi just woke up, let's call everyone in." The black-haired man's expression was not as serious as before, although he looked a little dazed.

"He's awake?! Great!" Hattori Heiji said and rushed into the room.

"Tell us to come in together... Shouldn't it be to say a last word..." Mouri Kogoro whispered while touching the back of his head.

"Dad!" Maolilan shouted in a low voice.

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