COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"I will take you to the organization's research institute later, put on the hood before getting out of the car, so that no one can see your face."

In the car, Gin threw a black hood to Shuji Tsushima and said.

"Remember to hide the bandages on your neck and hands so that Shirley can't see them." Gin added.

"Hey, the younger sister of that peripheral member." Tsujima Shuji rested his chin on one hand and looked out the car window.

"That guy, you can't trust him." Qin Jiu said coldly.

"After all, that rye sneaked into the organization through her~, her identity has been targeted for a long time, so when will the traces be erased?" Shuji Tsushima asked casually.

"Hurry up, give her hope first, and then let her despair." Qin Jiu smiled like an idiot.

"Why do you smile like an idiot when you mention the person you want to kill." Shuji Tsushima complained expressionlessly.

"The more murderous you are, the more idiotic you are." Silently added.

"Especially that FBI, don't you think he doesn't deserve his name? Is the killing intent still so serious?"

Gin twitched the corner of his mouth.

"You talk too much nonsense, Kayo, don't learn from that woman in Belmode."

He restrained his murderous and idiotic smile.

"Here, put on the hood." He said coldly.

Shuji Tsushima didn't refute, and put on the hood in silence, letting Gin walk away with his collar.

Shuji Tsushima: For medicine, I can bear it.

In this way, he was taken by Gin to a laboratory without seeing anything.

I didn't meet anyone on the way.

"Turn off the surveillance in this laboratory." Gin stood in the room and said.

"Verifying permissions...passing permissions...closing...closed..." the female mechanical voice stated expressionlessly.

"I wish you a happy use." Seriously make good use of the emotionless mechanical voice.

"Take off the hood." Qin Jiu said.

So Shuji Tsushima took off his headgear, stood in this laboratory, and saw five experimental subjects wearing silver-white restraint rings on their limbs and necks, and wearing pure white clothes with numbers printed on them.

"They are all experiment failures. They should have been sent to be destroyed today. Since you proposed it, let them be useful again." Gin Jiu looked at the group of experimenters without emotion.

"Hey..." Shuji Tsushima sighed meaninglessly.

Then towards the gin, he stretched out his hand confidently.

"What about the medicine?"

An iron box fell into his palm.

When I opened it, I saw a row of red and white capsules inside.

"You have also heard that if you don't eat it, you will be sent to be destroyed. If you eat it, you may survive..." He said to the experimental subjects, tossing the iron box up and down.

"Sa, let's decide, should we die calmly? Or... take a gamble?"

"I declare in advance that if you survive after taking this medicine, you can bid farewell to the identity of the experimental subject." The young man's tone was leisurely, as if he was not doing experiments with living people.

In the end, the five experimental subjects in front of them all took the pills.

Two of them persevered for ten minutes before dying, and the third and fourth stared unwillingly after twenty minutes, like dead goldfish rolling their eyes.

The fifth one persisted for half an hour. When Shuji Tsushima felt that he had the highest possibility of surviving, he squatted beside him to observe, but his breathing became weak.

Then the breathing became lighter and lighter, and finally I lost my breath.

"They're all dead." It's really boring.

The moment Shuji Tsushima stood up, the hem of his clothes was firmly grabbed by a hand.

Vodka on the side took two steps back in fright, Gin immediately drew his gun and was about to blow the subject's head off, but was stopped by Shuji Tsushima.

The person who had lost his breath and heartbeat just now was panting heavily at this moment, and the veins in his hands that were pulling at the hem of his clothes were bulging.

Shuji Tsushima squatted down again.

"Oh, I survived." He looked at the other party's bloodshot eyes and said.

A living adult, in front of three members of the organization, turned into the size of a primary school student.

"Isn't this starting to get interesting?"

"Experimental subject d3762..."

"Very good, from now on, you are the peripheral member I lead." Shuji Tsushima stroked the opponent's hair like a dog.

"You have to work hard to get a code name." The boy smiled and whispered meaningfully.

Then he stood up and mercilessly took a picture of the other party's hand that was pulling at the hem of his clothes.

"Have someone send him to the training base of peripheral members." He ordered gin.

Behind him, the only surviving experimental subject stared fiercely at his back.

...

"Now you still think that the detective who you poured aptx-4869 must be dead?" Shuji Tsushima asked mockingly in the car.

Gin fell silent.

Then he pulled out an idiotic smile full of killing intent.

"Then kill him again."

"You know where he is now, otherwise you wouldn't propose to do this experiment." Gin Jiu said firmly.

"You found out..." Shuji Tsushima said with a look of surprise.

"However, he is the experimental subject I am optimistic about, and don't you think that there are too many miscellaneous fish in the organization?" Shuji Tsushima said.

"I think that detective will definitely bring us more surprises." The boy said with a mysterious smile.

Tsujima Shuji: After all, in the later stage, the red side almost all went to Kudo Shinichi's side, and it would be great to catch all of them at that time.

Gin didn't refute, and acquiesced to his decision.

"Remember to ask the people at the training camp to educate him. What I need is a well-trained dog, not a mad dog who doesn't know anything." The boy said lightly.

"Understood, I'll let Vodka tell them." Gin subconsciously wanted to touch the cigarette, but stopped his movement abruptly.

Tsk, having a brat around is trouble.

"Take me home~" Shuji Tsushima slumped in the back seat, weakly.

Downstairs in the apartment, inside the black Porsche, Gin fell silent.

"Get out of the car." He said coldly.

Vodka secretly looked at Kayo in the back seat.

The other party seemed to have never heard of it, and slept very peacefully.

In the end, Gin got out of the car, opened the rear door, and carried him into the apartment.

Amuro Toru, who was watching TV in the living room, heard a knock on the door.

I was still wondering if Kayo lost his wallet and keys when he committed suicide on a whim?

He walked over to open the door, and when he opened the door, what he saw was Gin's unchanging shape for thousands of years.

And in the opponent's hand, carrying... Kayo?

Toru Amuro: Is this a failed suicide and was brought back?

As a result, in the next second, a voice full of vitality sounded, dispelling his thoughts.

"Good! It feels like you don't have to walk by yourself!" He cheered and slapped the gin and the hand holding him.

Amuro Toru, who knocked open the door, rushed into the door.

Then he poked his head out and smiled brightly, and closed the door without hesitation.

Gin shut out: Fist hardened.

"...Is this really good for him?" Toru Amuro gave him some care based on his humanitarianism as a member of the organization.

"Do you want to ask him to come in and sit down? Have a cup of tea? Chat?" The boy looked at him strangely.

Amuro thoughtfully filled in the picture, and suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

"You're right," he said.

He didn't want gin to come in, so that guy just went to work honestly.