COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Chapter 472 The Death God's Halo Failed—

"It's my honor to be able to take a photo for President Tsushima." Katori Hayami said with a sincere smile.

Although I kept complaining about myself and Makino Qianyang, they were regarded as tools when they first arrived.

Tsushima Shuji has no heart...

some type of.

But on the surface, you have to make a very happy photo.

And at the request of the so-called professional photographer, he commanded others unceremoniously.

Find a few deacons to lie on the ground as corpses, and sprinkle some rose petals on them.

Some red liquid was poured on the ground.

It just so happens that in this vampire deacon-themed cafe, the most indispensable thing is red liquid.

This is the main drink.

Katori Hayami carefully checked the arrangement, and slipped a rose into Tsushima Shuji's hand.

"Wait a minute and take a photo with it." Kathori said in a low voice.

This time 17bxwx Zhang Si. Tsushima Shuji nodded, indicating that he understood.

While bored, he turned the rose.

Kudo Shinichi has been working for so long...

Why haven't there been fatalities yet?

Has the death halo failed?

Obviously, he has seen a guy with an uneasy soul who is just about to move, why hasn't he started...

Let me wait until when.

How boring.

Strong sacrifice read sacrifice. He turned the rose and looked down at the bright red petals.

He casually tore off the petals one by one, and blew away the petals in his palm expressionlessly, watching the swirling petals fall, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Very good!" Katori Hayami quickly pressed the shutter.

The click sounded continuously.

Tsushima Shuji raised his eyes and glanced at Katori Hayami.

The other party was caught in a frenzy of photo inspiration and couldn't extricate himself, and it seemed that he really loved photography.

As long as Shuji Tsushima does not interrupt, the other party can continue to shoot continuously.

Just like Mr. Alves, the painter who spent sleepless nights painting, he did not hesitate to use his own blood as a material to continue painting.

Eventually the painting was completed and the man was admitted to the hospital.

It's hard to come across the same inspiration for painting in this life, and judging from Avisers' visiting list, Alves hasn't splurged on it for a while.

It may also be... After Haruhiko Oba died, Alves couldn't find anyone else willing to lend him money.

"Let me see your finished product." Tsushima Shuji beckoned to Katori Hayami.

This interrupted the opponent's movement.

The first time Katori woke up, he took a few steps back.

It appeared again, this inexplicable feeling of losing control when meeting the other party.

"Are you afraid of me?" The black-haired boy tilted his head and looked curious.

"No, I'm just tired from filming for too long." Kathori twitched the corners of his mouth with a pale face.

Unlike the blush on her frantic face when she was addicted to taking pictures, she now looks as if she has just done something that drains her energy.

"Miss Makino has already sat down, you can go over and accompany her." Tsushima Shuji indicated the position of one of the tables with his eyes.

There was a figure sitting there, it was Makino Qianyang who came in with Katori Hayami.

The other party is drinking coffee at the moment, looking at the books provided for free in the cafe.

Katori Hayami: ...I'm a pitiful toolman here, but you've already sat down and enjoyed it?

"Xiaoqian is really, it's too much." The pink-haired girl complained.

While giving the camera to Shuji Tsushima, and letting the other party look at the photos at will, he quickly ran towards Makino Qianyang's position.

Compared with being with this "dangerous little prince", it is safer to be with Xiao Qian.

Tsushima Shuji looked at the photos inside, and after flipping through a few, he lost interest.

Anyway, no matter how he shoots, he is very good-looking~

"Yeah, no matter how you shoot, Xiuzhi is perfect." A voice suddenly came from the side.

But strangely, no one heard it, and no one even cast a glance at the side.

"It's the first time I've participated in the school festival, but unfortunately I can't be invited as a parent." The man who suddenly appeared beside him was wearing a vampire-like clothes and cape of the same style as Shuji Tsushima.

He also wore a black mask on the upper half of his face.

Showing silver natural curls and crimson eyes, as well as a fair complexion.

"This mask obviously can't cover anything." Tsushima Shuji spit out expressionlessly.

"But it's more atmosphere, doesn't Xiuzhi think it?" The man chuckled and took off his mask.

"Silver natural rolls, red eyes... You should drink strawberry milk, wear a samurai uniform, and wear a wooden sword called Lake Toya around your waist." Tsushima Shuji looked at the other party's exposed face, and complained with an innocent expression. road.

"I just borrowed the other party's hairstyle and color matching, I didn't want to be Sakata Gintoki..." The man explained with a gentle tone and unchanged smile.

"Because you can't act in line with other people's designs." Tsushima Shuji saw through everything.

"...As expected of Xiuzhi, you discovered the truth." The man was silent for a moment, then chuckled.

"Sword Art Online is about to go online, what are you going to do, Xiuzhi?" The man slowly poured himself a cup of tea.

"Are you looking forward to it?" Tsushima Shuji asked with a smile.

"I plan to do nothing." Then he said straight without waiting for the other party to answer.

"..." The man's action of pouring tea paused, but he still picked up the teacup calmly.

"Why did you decide to do nothing?" He just asked with concern like every serious and responsible parent.

"After all, it's a game launched by Tsushima Club~www.readwn.com~ the first epoch-making game, everyone can play the game happily, why do you need to do extra things?" Tsushima Shuji smiled. said.

In fact, it doesn't matter to him whether he does or not.

It doesn't matter to him how many deaths Sword Art Online will cause.

but…

He lost another memory.

He remembered that he personally killed the representative Lin Xiu's memory, and then...

There's nothing left.

It's just that after that, some silent thoughts often pop up.

Like destroying the world.

Such as killing the man in front of us to usurp the throne.

However, Shuji Tsushima has no interest in destroying the world and usurping the throne.

Those two things were not interesting to him.

If Sword Art Online really took the lives of tens of millions of people, what would Shuji Tsushima do after that?

Certainly making "fun" that takes more lives.

So they will embark on a predetermined path arranged like a so-called fate.

But…

"I don't like to follow other people's plans." Tsushima Shuji put down the camera.

"I think it's even more interesting when I think about the expression the other party will show after the plan fails." An expectant smile appeared.

"What do you think?" He looked at the man.

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone sigh.

"As expected of my most perfect child, Xiuzhi, just make you feel happy." The man smiled gently, and even had a little pride and emotion in his eyes.

Make a big tyrant. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you will do, Shuji."

"Remember to send me a copy of the developed photo." He said, and the figure disappeared into the crowd again.

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