COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

In the police station, Shuji Tsushima met Mr. Watanabe.

That is, the murderer who killed Ms. Riko.

He had a gesture of denial.

Let the police officers interrogating him realize what it means to be helpless.

"It's okay, leave it to me." The boy moved his palms with a smile on his mouth.

After all, there was not a single prisoner who could remain silent in his hands.

"You and Ms. Aiko are friends, right?" The black-haired boy sat on the chair in the interrogation room and asked, tapping his fingers on the table.

"I don't know who loves Kyoko! Don't slander people!"

"And this is the police station, right? When will it be the turn of a brat to ask a question." Said Mr. Watanabe with dyed blond hair and a carefree manner.

"It's because of the money." Ignoring his provocation, the black-haired boy continued to tap on the table in a leisurely manner, speaking in a firm tone.

"Gudong—" the man with dyed blond swallowed his saliva.

"It's been said that I don't know that woman at all!! Let me out quickly!" He retorted stubbornly.

"You just wanted to ask her to borrow some money, but she told you that as an underground idol, she didn't have any deposits. You felt that Miss Aiko cheated you because she was deliberately unwilling to lend you money, so you killed her in a fit of anger. her."

"Of course, in the end you found out that she did not have any money in the bank card, but everyone has been killed. What can you do?"

"You were afraid of being discovered, so you threw Miss Aiko's body into the sea, and you were even afraid that the body would be found floating on the water, so you put several large stones in the body bag. "

"Then go back to the room, clean up all the blood and hair on the ground, and flush it into the sewer." The young man's tone was flat, and he said every word as if he was on the scene, as if he had truly experienced the emotions and thoughts of the murderer when he committed the crime. .

"I'm right, Mr. Watanabe." At the end, at the end, the boy asked coldly.

"Do you want me to tell you where you threw your body?" He asked politely.

Watanabe looked at the boy's eyes, met the kite-colored right eye that seemed to have a bottomless abyss, began to sweat crazily, panted heavily, and cursed like crazy.

"That bitch! I just wanted to ask her to borrow some money! She told me that she has no money, huh? She is obviously an idol, right? Don't you want as much money as you want? As long as she stretches out her hand, how much It must be that the dead house spent money for her!"

Shuji Tsushima looked at the man in front of him who seemed to have a mental problem, and lowered his eyes.

"It's boring."

He stood up and walked out of the interrogation room.

"Go in and take notes now, that Mr. Watanabe will definitely cooperate very much." He said to the little policeman standing outside the door.

Then he nodded to Sergeant Megure.

"Then, I will bid farewell today."

"It's really thanks to you today, you are indeed a well-known young detective." Officer Mumu praised with a smile from behind.

The black-haired boy left the police station with another blond boy without looking back.

...

"How did you manage to get that prisoner to speak?" Amuro asked while starting the car.

"This kind of thing is very simple." The boy looked at the scenery outside the window with empty eyes.

"No, that's something that several policemen can't do." So it's not easy at all.

"It's very simple for me." The boy just said so.

Toru Amuro: ...I can feel a...subtle...atmosphere.

"Ah, I used my brain too much. Dazai said he was very tired, and Kayo said he wanted to eat canned oranges and crab meat!!" The melancholy young boy suddenly lay down in the back seat, and said willfully.

Toru Amuro: ...

Again, think about whether the other person really has multiple personalities.

"Hey, did you hear that? Bourbon, I want to eat crab meat and canned oranges!" Shuji Tsushima stretched out his hand to pull his golden hair with a dissatisfied expression.

"Hiss...I got it, I got it, let go of Kayo quickly!" Feeling his hair pulled out, Amuro felt exhausted.

Shuji Tsushima quietly threw his golden hair under the seat: Nothing happened~ no hair! No!

The result was another trip to the supermarket on the way back to the apartment.

"This, this, and this..."

"Tsushima-kun, I remember the canned crab meat in the refrigerator, it seems like I haven't finished it yet?" Toru Amuro looked at the pile of canned crab meat in the shopping cart with a smile on his face.

"Ah? Haven't finished eating yet? Forgot." The boy turned around and continued to throw things into the shopping cart indifferently.

Toru Amuro silently put the canned crab meat in the shopping cart back on the shelf one by one.

In the end, he returned with a bag of crab meat and canned oranges.

Toru Amuro: Forget it, I give up.

"I want kelp soup today! Tou Jun Chong Chong Chong~" The boy sat on the sofa, silently took out his mobile phone, and prepared to play games.

Before that, he shouted at Toru Amuro in a perfunctory tone.

Toru Amuro: ...

...

[Kayo has multiple personalities? ——bourbon]

Gin looked at the message on the phone and extinguished the cigarette on his fingertips.

[He told you? ——gin]

[That kid is a troublesome lunatic, the boss arranged a doctor for him, and I will pick him up in a few days. ——gin]

[OK. ——bourbon]

After deleting the message, putting away the phone, seeing the completed pattern appear behind another task on the task list, Gin smiled with satisfaction.

There was something wrong with the thought of taking that brat to the doctor.

Both Kayo and Belmode are the types he hates the most.

Kayo talks a lot of nonsense and is a willful little brat, barely within the tolerable range.

This woman, Belmode, always speaks one sentence and hides three sentences, and she is mysterious and sneaky.

Like an undercover agent.

Why are there so few normal members of the organization?

Thinking this way, he shot another enemy's head off.

...

[A new doctor has been arranged for you. ——gin]

Shuji Tsushima, who was drinking kelp soup, closed his eyes as if he didn't see it.

As long as he doesn't go, what can they do with him~

Shuji Tsushima: Hey~

[I will take you there myself. ——gin]

Shuji Tsushima: The smile suddenly disappeared.

I'm not sick! I'm really not sick! I'm a normal person who can't be normal anymore!

Or find out who the new doctor is, and just kill him.

Shuji Tsushima thought with deep eyes.

The next day, the case he solved was in the news again.

Since the missing person is a well-known idol in the underground, and the truth that the police failed to find out for a few days, but he saw through it in a few hours, it is a topic of speculation.

So the headlines in the newspapers are as exaggerated as they come.

"After Kudo Shinichi disappeared, the new Sherlock Holmes appeared"

"The Incredibly Beautiful Boy Detective Has an Incredibly Genius Brain"

"The president of the Tsushima Club solves another murder case"

Shuji Tsushima: What the hell are these titles? Just looking at it already feels awkward, damn it.

But when he saw the words "President of Tsushima Club" on the last title, he fell silent.

It turned out that I was still the president.

Wait, I remember saying that I was going to get a new flying locomotive?

It's getting colder, it's time for the bullies to make money.

With that in mind, he called Butler Tanaka.

"The first version of the flying locomotive can be officially opened for sale."

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