COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

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"It has nothing to do with you... This is indeed your opinion." The man said gracefully and gently.

"Humph." Tsushima Shuji hummed meaninglessly.

Whenever the memory is messed up, he is not in a good mood.

I'm not interested in anything, and I don't even bother to pretend.

But every time he repressed the chaotic memory, his strength...

There will always be some changes.

Or…

He will have more control over the system.

It may cost money for other hosts to buy goods from the system, but Shuji Tsushima...

Completely no longer needed.

Since a long time ago, he has been able to use the products in the system mall at will.

For him, the system is more like a convenient tool.

"Father--" the black-haired boy suddenly shouted sticky.

"Sure enough, you are very proud to have such a perfect child as me." The young man was righteous and proud.

"Of course, you appeared under my expectations, as my most satisfied heir." The man's tone carried the leniency and connivance unique to his elders, without hesitation.

"What if I don't want to be your heir?" the black-haired boy asked rhetorically.

"Then I'm not surprised, after all..." The man caressed the cat's back in a hurry.

"This is a decision you will make, Xiuzhi." He said gently and tolerantly.

"Don't worry, I won't die until you don't want to inherit everything from me." The man even comforted Tsushima Shuji.

"That's great..." Tsushima Shuji let out a long sigh of relief.

"Please live well, Mr. foster father." He looked at the man on the screen with sincerity in his eyes.

I don't want to inherit everything from you at all.

Whether it's identity or...other.

"...If it's Xiuzhi you want." The man was silent for a rare moment, with a little helpless connivance in his tone.

As long as Shuji lives in this world...

still by his side...

someday...

"It's time for you to sleep, Xiuzhi." The man said with a smile.

"I'm going to attend an afternoon tea tomorrow, right?" he said calmly.

"Actually, I'm not very interested." Tsushima Shuji sighed as he collapsed on the bed.

He didn't care at all how the other party knew about the itinerary he just arranged today.

"Didn't you see it? It's going to be interesting," the man wrote lightly.

"Ah... yes." Tsushima Shuji sighed.

"Then, goodbye~" Tsushima Shuji pulled the quilt with both hands and covered his head.

"Boss." The tone was dull.

"Good night, Xiuzhi."

The projection dimmed.

…

"As expected, Bourbon didn't come back all night, and I don't know where he was sleeping on the street with the cold wind blowing." Tsushima Shuji was sitting at the dining table, shaking his head with a helpless expression, but his tone was undisguised schadenfreude.

"Bourbon he..." Scotland was silent for a moment.

Last night, a friend sent him a message and complained that the target seemed to know the news that the organization would attack him in advance, and found a group of mercenaries to guard him. Even when he was sleeping, there were two mercenaries standing beside the bed.

And he didn't go out all day.

Bourbon couldn't find a chance to assassinate him.

There is no place for snipers to play, because the target room does not even open the curtains!

Moreover, the target covered the entire floor of the hotel. Except for the room where the target lived, other rooms were reserved for mercenaries and bodyguards. Even if there were vacant rooms, someone would check them on time.

"He said he gave up the assassination and was going to blow up the entire floor of the room where the target was located." Scotland said helplessly.

Friends' patience is getting less and less.

"Hey... Isn't that still an assassination?" Tsushima Shuji took a bite of the sandwich and asked, tilting his head.

"Tell Bourbon, nothing to do with the target." The black-haired boy chewed his sandwich and looked very homely, but his words were indifferent and full of blood and gunpowder.

"As long as there are no survivors at the scene, it is a perfect assassination." He even smiled.

Scotland was silent for a moment.

"Who taught you, is this what Gin said to you?" he asked Tsushima Shuji.

Tsushima Shuji: Huh?

"This has nothing to do with gin..." The black-haired boy tried to speak for the innocent gin.

"Apart from him, no one else in the organization would say such a thing." Scotland asked mildly.

Tsushima Shuji: ...Hey...Isn't this a well-known thing?

"Sure enough, what he can say." Scotland got the answer from Shuji Tsushima's silence.

The style of the task with gin...

Silence, silence, silence again.

Leaving nothing alive is the principle of gin.

No living mouths = no witnesses = perfect assassination?

Scotland can also understand the other side's approach.

After all, when he was doing his own tasks...

If you are accidentally seen...

He also won't stay alive.

Be careful enough to survive.

Tsushima Shuji looked at Scotland as he made up a lot of plots, blinked, and decided to give up the explanation.

Anyway, the image of Gin in everyone's mind has been finalized, and Gin doesn't care what others think of him.

Furthermore...

I didn't say anything myself.

Obviously everything is made up by Scotland's own brain~

Shuji Tsushima nibbled on the sandwich silently, his expression full of purity, ignorance and innocence.

"Bourbon needs bomb support..." Midorikawa thought for a while.

After all, the number of bombs needed to blow up an entire floor of a hotel is still quite large.

It is also impossible for a friend to carry a bomb around with him.

"Didn't Chablis blast the black ants for you?" Tsushima Shuji asked in a puzzled tone.

"What is that?" Scotland's expression was more puzzled than he was.

Tsushima Shuji: Huh?

The black-haired boy took it out and took out a small black round box from his coat, the size of a palm. With a single touch, the round box turned into three layers.

It was full of black, ant-like creatures.

"Obviously, those of you who have seen engineering black ants say that this is a blasting black ant!" Tsushima Shuji put the round box on the dining table.

"This box is absolutely enough to blow up the first floor of the hotel!" said in a proud tone.

One or two of them alone might not be as powerful, but... there are hundreds of them in a whole box.

Their power is additive.

It might even be more than enough to blow up a floor of a hotel.

Compared with those bombs who have a strong sense of presence and want to tell everyone who has eyes [I am a bomb], the presence of the blasting black ants is much smaller~www.readwn.com~ If it is scattered alone, no one will be so Bored lying on the ground looking for ants.

There are so many places for an ant to hide.

"A new tool for the organization? Chablis didn't tell us..." Scotland's eyes gradually became dangerous.

"...Come on, go and beat him up!" Tsushima Shuji was silent for a moment, his tone encouraging.

"...Forget it." Scotland thought about it and shook his head.

After all, Chablis was, to some extent, a mentor to a friend.

On the face of friends...

Forget it.

And offending the researcher of the organization is not a good choice.

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