COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Hi, I'm Toru Amuro, I was arranged by the organization to take care of you." The blond black-skinned brother said so.

Then secretly observed Shuji Tsushima's reaction when he heard about the organization.

That's right, this sentence also hides temptation! This is the essence of undercover/bushi.

However, the boy lying on the sofa still has the same demeanor, from his lazy and unmotivated attitude when he entered the door, to the same attitude when he heard the word organization.

"Then you can start working." Even, he very naturally began to order Toru Amuro to work.

Bourbon:? ? ? ?

"I remember, you said I was... a chef?" He gritted his teeth and asked.

"Yes." Shuji Tsushima replied bluntly.

The iris-colored eyes were full of reason and confusion.

"Does being a chef affect your cleaning?" His eyes sparkled.

Bourbon: He may be an important member of the organization, I will bear it.

Looking at the surrounding environment, except for the sofa the other party was lying on at the moment, which was still intact, the other furniture had become tattered, and the parts were broken all over the floor.

Bourbon: ...does this raise some house-breaking beast?

He thought of the orange-haired boy with fierce eyes.

He turned his head and stared deeply, deeply at the black-haired boy.

Sincerely suspected that the other party was beaten up by the orange-haired boy.

"What are you looking at me for? Clean it up?" Shuji Tsushima frowned, dissatisfied.

Oh, looking at this unharmed appearance, he should not have been beaten.

call.

I will endure!

"Okay." He replied with a forced smile, rolled up his sleeves and began to clean without complaint.

And Shuji Tsushima lying comfortably on the sofa...

He took out his phone and started playing games.

Accompanied by the customs clearance voice and the prompt sound of gold coins falling.

"Duang—" the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Shuji Tsushima quickly raised his head and looked over.

"Sorry, my hands slipped." The young man who dropped the basin on the ground said so, with a half-smile.

No, I did it on purpose.

Even if I can, I want to throw a basin of water on your head.

Bourbon thought so.

Bourbon struggles to pick up litter.

Kayo is addicted to playing games.

Bourbon dutifully sweeps and mops the floor.

Kayo turned over and continued playing the game.

Bourbon takes garbage sorting seriously.

Kayo continued... oh he cleared the game.

"Ah, so boring, Tou-chan~ let's go cook, let's go cook~"

Bourbon, who had just finished cleaning and hadn't had time to sit down to catch his breath.

Where is my gun? Don't stop me, I'm going to kill this brat now.

He exudes such an aura all over his body.

Shuji Tsushima: ...Wow, this person has a lot of inner fluctuations.

It is really a qualified real wine.

The image of a member of a cold-blooded organization who is cruel and ruthless and wants to draw a gun to kill is vividly displayed.

Almost like a Gin No. 2.

It's a pity that this person is not an actor.

The loss of a peerless genius like you in the entertainment industry is simply their loss!

"I see." Bourbon, who took a deep breath on the spot, said calmly.

I am a good person I am a good person I am a good person.

Very good, the hypnosis was successful.

I feel that I can continue to communicate with the kid calmly.

With a smile, he opened the refrigerator.

"Tsushima-kun." He called calmly.

"Huh?" The boy looked up.

"Where's the food?" He asked calmly.

Let alone vegetables in the refrigerator, besides canned crab meat, there is only canned crab meat!

"There is no such thing." The boy said confidently.

"Bang." Bourbon closed the refrigerator door.

Good, he's calm now.

Very calm.

No wonder!

He even suspected that Shuji Tsushima was playing tricks on him on purpose.

"Tsushima-kun, please go shopping with me, after all, I don't know what Tsushima-kun likes." The handsome blond-haired black-skinned guy said with a smile.

"You..." Shuji Tsushima stared at his face.

what happened? what did he find

Toru Amuro was nervous.

"It's not as good as gin." In his anxiety, he heard the boy say so.

Bourbon: Hard, fist hard.

"Well, really, I'm sorry, ah." He said each word with a stiff tone.

"It's okay, most people are not as good-looking as him, you still look good." The boy said in a comforting tone.

I thank you.

Bourbon: I see, you just want to get between me and Gin.

"As for grocery shopping, I refuse." He crossed his arms and made a cross in front of his chest.

"I don't accept rejection." Bourbon smiled and dragged the boy up by his collar.

"If you stay at home and don't go out, it will be broken." He said in a gloomy tone, with a concerned and cheerful smile on his face.

Alas……

This person is really broken.

Shuji Tsushima gave up resistance.

He was half-dragged and half-dragged by the collar the whole time.

Turn a blind eye to the strange eyes of passers-by.

Shuji Tsushima stared dead.

Suddenly, a touch of red flashed across the corner of his eyes.

"Toru! Wait a minute!" He grabbed Toru Amuro's clothes.

"Look, what's that?" With a mysterious tone, he pointed at the flora growing under a tree not far away.

"It's a mushroom." Amuro glanced at it and said.

"Let me pick one, please please." The boy said pitifully.

If it's gin, even if you don't know the fungus, it will stop Shuji Tsushima's actions.

However, Toru Amuro didn't know anything about it.

He watched Shuji Tsushima happily ran to pick two plants, and then ran back happily.

Holding two white and tender mushrooms with red canopy in the palm.

It looks pretty good.

"It's a kind I haven't seen before, I don't know if I can..." Eat.

Before Anshi Tou could finish speaking, he heard "Ahhh."

The bandaged, thin, wayward teenager swallowed them all in one gulp.

Toru Amuro:? ? ? ? Pupils dilate.

Are you hungry? ? ? Yeah? ? ?

He took a closer look at the boy, he was fine, there was nothing wrong with him, it was normal.

He breathed a sigh of relief, after all, if something happened to him, he might not be able to bear fruit.

Sighing, he pulled the boy away.

I'm afraid that the other party will see something weird later.

"Hey hey..."

what sound?

"Hey hey hey..."

He felt the person in his hand start to struggle, accompanied by a erratic smile, as if he was living in a dream.

"Hey hey hey."

Under the gaze of Amuro Toru, the boy broke free from his restraint with incredible movements.

Then, on the street.

Dancing with forgetfulness.

Toru Amuro:! ! ! !

Seeing that someone in the crowd had already pulled out their mobile phone to take a picture, he rushed forward and grabbed the boy, covered his head, turned around and ran away.

It wasn't until he ran to a place where no one was there that he breathed a sigh of relief and let him go.

With a "Plop", the boy lay on the ground, looking at the empty mid-air and laughing.

like a...fool...

Toru Amuro: I will suffer.

Ask for help, what should I do if the first day I receive the mission, the mission goal is cold.

He sighed melancholy, and sent a message to Qin Jiu.

[Target he... seems not very good - bourbon]

Gin, who was usually too lazy to reply to his messages, replied very quickly this time.

[? ——gin]

Toru Amuro thought about it, took a photo, and sent it.

[Picture of a black-haired teenager lying on the ground with a silly smile——bourbon]

[Take him to see me. ——gin] append address at the end.

[Received - bourbon]

Toru Amuro sighed, carried the boy on his shoulders, and took a taxi.

I hope to see Qin Jiu later, it won't be too miserable.

...

"Bang—" As soon as he entered the door of the bar, Toru Amuro was warmly welcomed by gin.

The bullet grazed his neck mercilessly, leaving a scar like a burn.

"It's really merciless, Gin." He touched his neck and touched the blood of Yishoudian, his tone was so cold.

"Is this kid important to you?" he asked mockingly.

Throw the person who is dragging to the other party.

Gin caught the man with one hand, frowned at the man's smirk, then handed him over to Vodka.

"Take him to the doctor downstairs and tell the doctor that if something happens to this kid, let him apologize." Qin Jiu said in a cold tone.

Then he looked at the blond man who had been shot by him.

"Didn't I tell you to watch him carefully? If something happens to him, do you think you can survive?" Qin Jiu said with a sneer.

that brat.

Is it so important?

It's so important that something happened to him, and a code member like himself has to apologize with death?

Toru Amuro clutched the wound on his neck, while skillfully found the medicine box, disinfected and bandaged himself, while thinking.

"Brother." Vodka ran back.

"He's fine. The doctor said he just ate hallucinogenic mushrooms and he'll be fine in a while."

Toru Amuro found that after Vodka finished speaking, the condensed murderous intent in the gin loosened, and his whole body changed from a tense posture to a relaxed posture.

Then, he looked over.

"There's no next time, Bourbon, don't let him eat weird things again."

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him die." Qin Jiu said.

If at the beginning, he thought that Shuji Tsushima was very important to Gin, then when the other party said the last sentence, he completely overturned his last conjecture.

than important existence.

Rather, for the organization, this young man named Shuji Tsushima has absolutely no reason to let him die.

Gin is indeed a busy man.

While Toru Amuro was still dealing with the wound, Gin hurried away with his younger brother and driver, vodka.

Not long after they left, the boy named Shuji Tsushima also returned to normal.

"Ah... I thought I could finally die this time." Lying on the bed, he tilted his head to look at the flowers on the cabinet next to him, his eyes were hollow and gloomy, and his tone was tired.

As if immersed in his own world, he didn't even realize that such a living person as Toru Amuro was sitting on the sidelines.

Tsushima Shuji he...

Did you want to die on purpose?

Amuro thought so, and thought of Cahors, who was also suspected of suicidal tendencies when doing the task.

What is the relationship between Cahors and Shuji Tsushima?

Why did Shuji Tsushima want to commit suicide?

Why did the organization prevent him from committing suicide?

He even did not hesitate to send a code-named member like him to monitor closely.

Judging by Gin's skillful posture, I'm afraid he was also one of the members who had been in charge of spying on the other party.

What is the relationship between Shuji Tsushima and the organization?