COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Tonight is the night of the dark night and the high wind and murder."

"Cao, bourbon, gin, vodka and other wines will bring you a magnificent killing feast."

"Let's invite tonight's guests, the winery's male models come on stage—"

"First of all, this handsome black-skinned guy with beautiful blond hair and purple eyes is our Bourbon player, and he is a mixed race member of the decathlon..."

"The next guy who looks simple and honest is our vodka player. He... is an honest man."

"Then, let's introduce our last member, the undercover killer of the organization, the indifferent male model, the gin player! The gin player is a professional who works 20 hours a day... It hurts."

Gin stretched out his hand expressionlessly and pushed Kayo, who was explaining enthusiastically, to the ground, rubbing his head on the ground.

"Give me the task seriously."

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." Kayo screamed.

"I know, I know, let me go." He slapped the gin upwards and held down his hand.

Gin let go of his hand unhurriedly, and stood up.

"Really, it's obvious that your atmosphere is too heavy, I just want to be active." The boy sat on the ground rubbing his face and muttering.

Bourbon, who watched everything from the sidelines: It is normal to have a heavy atmosphere when doing tasks!

Who would be so active when doing tasks!

Vodka: As expected of Kayo.

"Have all their members arrived?" Gin reached out to touch the cigarette in his coat pocket, picked it up and put it down silently.

"Well, except for the three people who were killed by Chuya, everyone else has arrived." The black-haired boy held up his binoculars and said.

Amuro rolled his eyes.

Zhongye? The last time you met that orange-haired boy?

"Whiskey...heh." Gin smiled with satisfaction.

Amuro Toru's pupils vibrated violently.

Another member of an organization with a code name? that boy? He and Kao... what happened to the two of them.

Why did I become a code member at such a young age...

Obviously, he had a hard time becoming the one.

"Tch, you two are both workaholics, so you really have something in common." The black-haired boy rolled his eyes and said.

"Zhong also went to do other tasks. After all, the peripheral members are also responsible for you, Gin, and Zhong Ye is not responsible for this aspect."

So that's the case, is that boy code-named Whiskey, like Gin, in charge of a certain aspect of the organization?

Amuro thought silently.

"Everyone is here, it's time for us to appear." The black-haired boy stood up and patted his clothes.

"It should be enough for you alone." Qin Jiu looked at him.

"This is the first task you did after you came back." He said incomprehensibly.

"Enough." The young man walked off the roof with a brisk tone.

...

In the gathering place of the Mud Dragon Society.

A burly man who looked like he weighed two hundred catties sat on the upper seat.

Dozens of tattooed-armed, red-haired thugs with dyed blond hair whispered to each other below.

"Brother, what should we do? That guy asked us to come here, maybe it's because of those two people last time."

"Is it the two people we killed last time?"

"After killing three people, that guy let the survivors come back and inform us to gather."

"What does he mean? Wants to kill us all?"

"Quiet." The man sitting on the high seat, the president of the Mud Dragon Society, said in a deep voice.

"That guy probably wants to ask us for an explanation."

"We killed two of them, they killed three of us."

"It's even, it's time to make peace." He said with a confident look.

"But... what if... what if they really want to kill us?" Someone trembled.

"What are you panicking! Didn't you just see one person?! There are nearly forty people on our side, are we afraid that we won't be able to beat him?!" the president scolded.

"Brother...I think...or else we should call the police..."

"Shut up! If the other party died and didn't call the police, then we are going to speak according to the rules of the road. If we call the police, how can we hang around on the road in the future!" The man said righteously.

"But...but..."

Pat--pat--

The sound of small leather shoes stepping on the ground came from outside the door.

"Yo, good evening." The boy who pushed open their door greeted with a calm expression.

It looks quite immature, with baby fat on its white and tender face, but its right eye is wrapped with a snow-white bandage, and its neck and arms are also wrapped with snow-white bandages.

The only iris-colored left eye exposed is cold and world-weary.

The boy in black greeted them with a smile and a cold, world-weary look.

"Who are you?!!"

"How did you get in?!" Someone was shocked.

"This seems to be the representative who came to negotiate peace with us..." The man on the high seat was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Talk about peace? Sorry, you don't have this chance." The boy's tone was arrogant and harsh.

"Well, don't waste your time, bye~"

"boom--"

The man on the high seat fell back and died in his position.

"Gun... this guy...has a gun!"

"Quick, call the police."

"Oops, there is no signal." Someone trembling while holding the phone.

"boom--"

"two……"

"boom--"

"Three..."

The young man was walking in the courtyard, and every time there was a gunshot, a person was killed.

"boom--"

"20... Ah, no bullets..." The boy shook the gun in his hand and said in a lost tone.

The rest of the people around showed expressions of rejoicing that they escaped unharmed.

But he saw the boy pull out another pistol.

"Cheat - yours." He tilted his head and smiled.

"The devil...you are the devil..." Someone curled up on the ground, holding his head and trembling.

"Ah, how can you say that about someone?" The young man poked his head out from beside him, dissatisfied.

"the last one……"

Bullet kissed his forehead.

"Really, there are three more bullets..." The boy sighed.

"Bang—bang——"

Three shots in a row hit the last person.

"Sa, you can go back and play games."

...

"Is it really okay to let Kayo deal with them alone?" Bourbon couldn't help frowning.

Although he knew that there must be a reason why Kao became a code member at a young age, but he always thought it was because of the other party's intelligence.

Isn't it?

"Don't underestimate him, that guy is a black undead." Gin Jiu expressed a dismissive attitude towards his worries.

"Let's go." He glanced at his phone, put out the cigarette, and put away the sniper rifle on the roof.

"Isn't this done very well, not a single bug escaped." He said inexplicably.

"Kayo's mission... is it over?" Bourbon watched him start to pack his things, and asked tentatively.

"Go back to the car and wait for him." Qin Jiu said.

The three returned to the car.

Not long after, the boy's figure appeared in their sight.

The black loose coat was blown up by the wind, and the direction of the black hair was also changed by the wind, with a world-weary and tired expression.

In that iris-colored left eye, the darkness revealed was frightening.

He opened the door and got in the car.

The moment he got into the car, there were continuous explosions from the place where the base of the Mud Dragon Club was located.

"Sorry, there are a little too many bombs." The boy apologized in a tired tone with no expression on his face.

until they leave that area.

A total of 37 explosions were heard, corresponding to the 37 people who died inside.

Kayo drops bombs on everyone.

"You can go back and play your game." Qin Jiu, the co-pilot, snorted coldly.

"Hurry up, hurry up, send me back quickly, I haven't cleared the game yet~" The young man urged dissatisfiedly, as if he had changed into a different person in an instant.

"Really, when Kao first arrived, I was taken aback by his appearance." Toru Amuro heaved a sigh of relief and joked.

"Hey? It's Bourbon, you are too timid. You see, the gin doesn't respond at all." Kao muttered.

Am I timid? Are you talking about me? You're talking about Bourbon, a code member in the organization who dared to go against Gin, timid? !

"...What you said makes sense." Toru Amuro nodded stiffly in agreement.

Toru Amuro: I think he's just used to it.

He remembered what Gin told him, Kayo was a black undead...

what does it mean?