COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

The latest website: "And... and his appearance is completely irrelevant to you!!" The murderer finally cried and complained.

After listening to Miss Murderer's complaint, everyone present showed a dazed expression.

So the dead...

Was it because he didn't act well enough and was killed by a guest in a fit of rage?

The legendary... tragedies caused by ooc?

Shuji Tsushima manipulated the wheelchair to the front of the deceased, took out a pair of disposable white gloves from his coat pocket and put them on, stretched out his hand and raised the deceased's face.

After staring for a moment, he silently put down his hand, took off his gloves, and threw them aside.

The deceased Mr. Cowherd had quite heavy makeup on his face.

To create the same pale skin tone as Shuji Tsushima.

Even the hairstyle is the same.

The body is also thin.

If you don't look at the face and temperament, in fact...

Nothing similar except bandages.

But in this kind of place, under the blessing of dim light, bandages with symbolic characteristics of the other party are enough.

Anyway, can't see the exact appearance.

"Brother Tsushima, don't worry, we won't let the reporters know that the deceased acted as a cowherd for your business!" Officer Mumu assured Shuji Tsushima looking at him.

The president of Tsushima Club is involved in this kind of entertainment news...

"Ah... it's actually nothing." Tsushima Shuji shook his head.

What if it was written on the news that the deceased was killed because it was too ooc to play him?

It just proves that he is really popular.

When other Cowherds see it, I am afraid they have to think carefully about whether to play him to make money.

This can also dispel the idea of ​​most cowherds.

As for a small number of obsessed Cowherds...

In such a situation, it was the most appropriate to inform the Nimianhui and Butler Tanaka.

Of course, the Mud Miserable Club will not directly smash the venue. As long as they bring people to sit at the door of those clubs, no one dares to enter.

It really doesn't work...

Because ooc kills people like this, there can be a few more.

As long as enough people die, it can always scare other people.

Of course the cops don't know these things.

So he felt...

"As expected of my brother Tsushima, he has a big heart!" Officer Mumu sighed sincerely.

Tsushima Shuji smiled silently, as if to agree with his emotion.

Tsushima Shuji: Yes, I am so kind and generous.

"In that case, take the murderer and the body away together..." Officer Mumu waved his hand.

"The others can leave now." Commanding the others.

"The club needs to temporarily close today..." Said to the owner of theclub.

"Of course, with such an accident, it is of course impossible for us to continue operating today..." said the black-skinned boss.

The owner of the Cowherd shop is also Cowherd.

Your boss deserves to be your boss.

Much stronger than other cowherd's business ability.

"Today is a holiday for everyone, and I will give you all of the commission today as compensation..." The black-skinned boss said to the Cowherds.

The tearful eyes of a group of Cowherds were moved.

The police left, the guests left, and the Cowherd left.

Of course, some guests wanted to communicate with Shuji Tsushima before they left, but they were stopped by Midorikawa.

Even if they were stopped, they did not give up, but took out the business card from their handbags with a smile, and while looking at Shuji Tsushima, shoved the business card to Midorikawa.

Midorikawa was silent with the business card in his hand full.

Why do you have to hand a business card to a minor!

Kao is only 14 years old-

You are old enough to be his mother!

What are you trying to do to him!

Is it to be said that it is the care of motherhood?

Midorikawa looked at the lipstick print on the business card, and his face was complicated.

This can't be the overflow of maternal love!

Don't use the ambiguous tactics between adults on Kaa!

There are also Cowherds who want to observe Shuji Tsushima up close, in order to play each other better to prevent OOC accidents from happening again.

All pulled away by the boss.

Until everyone left, only Tsushima Shuji, Midorikawa, and the boss were left.

"Those business cards..." Tsushima Shuji looked at Midorikawa.

"What did you say?" Lu Chuan Wu silently threw the business card into the wine barrel and turned his head.

He poured all the wine on the table into the barrel.

"...No, nothing." Tsushima Shuji looked at the business card soaked in wine and shook his head.

"Minors can't think about these things." Midorikawa showed a caring smile.

"Even if Neon is a minor in China, there are a lot of people who have **** with the opposite **** and even hit home runs..." Tsushima Shuji muttered.

"These will at least wait until you reach high school when you're sixteen." Green Chuan couldn't pick out the slightest mistake without a smile.

"Well, it's just too early to do that kind of adult thing, but it will affect your height." Midori Chuan incomparably scratched the height of Tsushima Shuji.

"Maybe you won't even be able to grow to 1.8 meters in the future." He looked regretful.

Tsushima Shuji: ...I don't know if I have the chance to go to high school...

And tall...

Ever since he asked the system if he was really 1.7 meters tall when he was 14 years old, his height has...

Something went wrong.

Got shorter so...a little.

About the height of a pitch-black slug...

No, at least three centimeters taller than a slug.

Tsushima Shuji: I knew I didn’t ask, there’s no need to restore the height so much—

"Did you come to Neon because you are too busy?" Tsushima Shuji glanced at the man drinking on the dead sofa.

"No, no, it's just too boring over there." The black-skinned boss waved his hand.

"Have a drink?" asked Midorikawa.

"Thank you, but no need." Lu Chuan said impolitely.

"Do you want a drink, young master?" Compared with the other cowherds who wore deep V, the man with black leather was wearing a simple white shirt. Of course, the scheming was that the buttons were not fastened and the sleeves were rolled up. Show your arms.

Chest muscles, and looming abdominal muscles, and arm muscles.

The hormonal scent that most women can't refuse.

And...every second with soulful honey-colored eyes.

"No." Tsushima Shuji ignored the appearance of the other party's unrestrained appearance and decisively refused.

"Let me see a cowherd playing me next time..."

"I'll strip you naked and tie it to the Tokyo Tower and blow it up into fireworks~www.readwn.com~ The black-haired boy showed a kind smile.

How could it be so coincidental, the deceased happened to play the Cowherd in his business.

The murderer happened to be his... um... fanatical fan?

Just happened to be at this club.

"It's so scary... It's a shame that I still regarded you as an angel, young master, and wanted to fall into the arms of the Lord." Moscato sighed.

"But don't worry, this will never happen in the future."

"After all, I don't like these fakes." The man put the glass back on the wine tower and pushed it gently.

The wine glasses made of goblets collapsed suddenly, and the glasses shattered on the ground.

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