COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"If that's the case, then I'll make a bar for Xiuzhi." Haruhiko Oba said with a gentle smile.

"Of course, if you two don't mind..." He looked at Bourbon and Scotland.

"Can I also drink in the game?" Toru Amuro asked genuinely.

Midorikawa nodded, also expressing curiosity.

"Of course, in Aincrad, players can taste the food in the game." Shuji Tsushima nodded.

While casually sitting on the side of the bar.

But Haruhiko Oba stood up.

A bunch of props and materials for bartending appeared on the bar.

Sliced ​​lemons, mashed ice cubes, and poured different wines layer by layer.

Garnish with mint leaves or lemon slices.

"It's obvious that the finished product can be made directly, so I have to do it step by step..." Tsushima Shuji looked at the other party's operation and puffed up.

I've learned to go back and show one in front of the gin!

hum.

"Bramble thorns." Haruhiko Oba pushed a cup of finished product to Shuji Tsushima.

"Based on gin, with simple syrup and blackberry liqueur, and... freshly squeezed lemon juice." The voice introduced gracefully and gently.

"It's very similar to Xiuzhi's eyes." He smiled.

The bottom layer of this glass of wine is a thick dark red, and most of the glass is filled with ice cubes.

Only the bottom layer gathers all the colors.

Decorated with half a slice of lemon and a blackberry on the side of the glass.

"Hey..." Tsushima Shuji flicked the wall of the cup with his fingers.

Actually not very similar.

He lowered his head and looked into his eyes through the glass and ice.

Obviously not like it.

He nodded confidently.

Haruhiko Oba smiled and tapped the bar, and two more glasses of wine appeared on the bar.

"Penicillin"

"And this cup of...Paper"

He stretched out his hand and made a pushing motion towards Bourbon and Scottish Road.

But it didn't say who the two cups were given to.

Bourbon and Scotland chose one of them without hesitation.

"Penicillin is the base wine is... blended Scotch whisky." Scotland smiled at the lemon-yellow liquid in the glass.

"In this glass of mine... I added bourbon whiskey." Bourbon smiled magically.

"What is this Mr. Great Court blending... based on?" Bourbon asked.

Why is it such a "coincidence" to choose two wines with the same code name as them?

"Based on...inspiration." Haruhiko Oba smiled lightly.

There was also a glass of wine in front of him.

Simple, very pure sapphire color.

"The cup in front of me is called LastWord, which translates as last words, or... parting words." Haruhiko Oba held up the sapphire wine in front of him.

"After all, in reality, I'm already a dead person."

"You two don't have to be so nervous." He explained gently and calmly.

Tsushima Shuji: Yes, Haruhiko Oba is dead, you still have countless identities alive.

"Is it true?" Toru Amuro looked at Shuji Tsushima, who was lying on the bar.

"Ah, I told you before that Haruhiko Oba is dead." Tsushima Shuji said without blushing or panting, without any guilt.

Even started to add settings to the other party.

"This is what I pinched... It's equivalent to a bar NPC. Although he is dead in reality, he can live forever here..." Tsushima Shuji explained, holding his chin in one hand.

Haruhiko Oba listened to him with a smile and nodded.

"That's what Shuji said." He affirmed.

"Not a human?" Amuro asked suspiciously.

"Definitely not, I promise." Tsushima Shuji nodded earnestly.

Haruhiko Oba thought for a moment, nodded silently, and showed a smile.

"Don't worry." He said gently and tolerantly again.

"His memory club personality is all set by me, which means..." Tsushima Shuji touched his chin.

"He knows everything I know." He said casually.

"But don't worry, only I can trigger him to appear, no one else can, so he can't communicate with others..." Tsushima Shuji continued to talk nonsense seriously.

Although, in a sense, it is not nonsense.

If Shuji Tsushima wasn't there, Haruhiko Oba would not be in Aincrad.

"No wonder, as soon as I see him, I have a very familiar sense of sight, so it looks like you..." Amuro nodded.

It would make sense to say that everything about this Haruhiko Oba was set by Shuji Tsushima.

"Well, this is the first time you really see my dear uncle..." Tsushima Shuji emphasized the pronunciation of the word uncle.

"It's interesting." He raised his glass and hooked his lips.

"Indeed, I've only seen photos before." Toru Amuro and Midorikawa nodded.

Still a black and white photo.

Of course, I have also seen each other in the painting.

but…

Reminds me of the scene in the painting.

The man lowered his head, his black hair covered his face, only the large red on his chest was particularly bright.

It seems that what they have seen, except for the black and white photos, is the other party who has died at the scene of the crime...

It was the first time I saw someone with color, at least someone who looked no different from a real person.

"Where's the gift you're talking about?" Tsushima Shuji shook his glass and asked as he heard the sound of ice cubes colliding.

"It has already been sent, and you can see it when you go back." Oba Chunhiko replied calmly.

"And..." He paused.

"I took that painting." He chuckled.

"Ah... just take it and take it." Tsushima Shuji nodded.

Hanging in the apartment has to cover it with things every day, worrying about being seen and causing unnecessary trouble.

Bourbon and Scotland don't know how long they can last if they look at that painting every day.

In case of collapse, he would have to find a nanny and a cook again.

"It's a pity to let such a painting be covered in dust and never see the light of day..." Haruhiko Oba shook his head.

"I will hang him in the collection room." The tone was slow.

"It's time for me to find a new painter," he sighed.

"Alves might come to you." She looked at Shuji Tsushima.

"Because... having experienced the so-called divine inspiration, he can no longer paint anything else."

"I'm already dead. If he wants to create again, he can only find you." Haruhiko Oba put down the wine glass gracefully.

"I'm not interested in finding other people to paint..." Tsushima Shuji lay lazily on the bar.

There is only one person in front of me who likes to find someone to paint, take pictures, and take pictures.

"Then reject him." Haruhiko Oba moved casually.

"If he paints for you again for Shuji..." Following Shuji Tsushima's usual blinking gesture, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com blinked slightly.

"Maybe it will really die." The smile was unpredictable.

"I'm really kind." Tsushima Shuji sighed heavily.

In order not to let Mr. Alves die because of painting, he could only reluctantly reject the other party!

"What kindness? What have you done to make yourself feel kind?" Amuro interrupted suddenly.

Since the conversation between Shuji Tsushima and Haruhiko Oba, Amuro Toru and Midorikawa couldn't hear each other's voice.

Their world fell into such a silence that not even they could speak.

The two of them are sitting next to each other, but they seem to be separated by countless world spaces.

It was only when Shuji Tsushima felt kindness just now that they regained their hearing again.

Can also make sound.

The invisible wall that separated them seemed to suddenly shatter.