COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Today's weather is fine, sunny and windy.

Suitable for going to the countryside... Ah bah, suitable for private visits in micro-services.

Especially after just getting two restaurants.

Shuji Tsushima wanted to call Rum, after all Rum is also a rare person who can cook in the organization.

Who would have thought that the second-in-command on the surface of this organization would have a pretty good hand at making sushi?

Speaking of which, Shuji Tsushima's culinary skills are in the same line as Boss's.

It is easy to be hospitalized if you eat it, and it is easy to hurt yourself when you do it.

Like an explosion.

Shuji Tsushima thought about it for a while, the father dragged him into the kitchen with great interest, and finally the two of them were dragged out by the bodyguards, looking at the blazing fire...

This has happened more than once.

Because the father felt that he should be perfect and should not have shortcomings, so whenever he had time, he took Shuji Tsushima, who was just as high as his knee, to cook.

It can be called indomitable.

After running out of the burning kitchen again, the father touched the expressionless Shuji Tsushima's face helplessly, leaving a few black handprints on his young face.

"Sure enough, you can't be perfect, not even a child like Xiu Zhi who I regard as a perfect heir." He sighed.

"But Xiuzhi is still the most perfect child in my heart..."

The young Tsushima Shuji had no expression on his face: "It's obviously because you can't learn it yourself."

He complained without hesitation.

"Well, I remember that there is a member of the organization, it should be a rum bar, but he can cook." The father said calmly as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Such a small matter, as long as Shuji entrusts the people below to do it." He rubbed Shuji Tsushima's head, and smoothly wiped all the black stains on his hands onto the boy's hair.

Shuji Tsushima: I hate people touching my head.

...

Back to the present.

Shuji Tsushima looked at the addresses and information of the two restaurants displayed on his mobile phone, and paused for a moment on one of the lines.

Started to enthusiastically call for worker Bourbon.

"Let's try it together~ Toujun~Toujiang~" he called out sweetly.

"Maybe I can give you that restaurant~" The hint hidden in the boy's voice was not concealed.

So much so that the clerk who worked together cast a strange look at Toru Amuro.

Amuro-kun... is this kind of person?

Toru Amuro: ...The hand holding the mobile phone suddenly has a bruised vein.

"Hey? Could it be that Mr. Tou is embarrassed to accept it? It's okay, it doesn't matter. After all, it's normal for me to give you a restaurant~" The young man said with an understanding look.

Toru Amuro felt that the people around him were looking at him more and more wrongly.

A strange look of envy and admiration filled his eyes.

"We are just an ordinary superior-subordinate relationship, Tsushima-kun." Amuro said with a piercing smile.

He glanced at the other people who were eavesdropping lightly.

"Hey... Is it a problem for the boss to send a chef to a restaurant?" The young man said aggrievedly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tou, I thought you would like it, so I did this. If it troubles you... woo woo woo..." After a burst of suppressed crying, the boy hung up the phone.

Toru Amuro: ...?

Feeling the scum-watching eyes from around him, he slowly put down the phone in his hand.

"Is there a problem?" He smiled cheerfully.

Everyone shook their heads.

Mr. Amuro is already smoking black smoke!

...

the other side

"Hahahahahahaha..." Shuji Tsushima, who cried twice falsely, couldn't help rolling on the ground with laughter after hanging up the phone.

"Bourbon must be working in a happy atmosphere now~"

So when Toru Amuro returned to the apartment after finishing his day's work, he saw Shuji Tsushima flying towards him.

So he subconsciously stretched his legs and kicked.

Shuji Tsushima circled in the air, perfectly avoided his legs, and easily landed in front of him.

Toru Amuro: ...Oh, as expected of you, black undead, Cahors wine.

I don't know since when, no matter what this guy Kayo does, Toru Amuro will not be surprised anymore.

"Aren't you going to the restaurant? Let's go." He said with a flat look.

Shuji Tsushima: Bourbon is not fun now, it’s boring.

He began to miss the cautious Bourbon when he first arrived.

Ugh.

Silently packed his things and went downstairs behind Toru Amuro with a calm face.

Ugh.

...

The two restaurants presented by Mr. Hoshino are located in Ginza.

And there are two adjacent shops.

One is a Japanese sushi restaurant, and the other specializes in Chinese cuisine.

They first went to a sushi restaurant called Hoshino.

Shuji Tsushima: How about changing it to Tsushima restaurant.

The decoration of Hoshino is a typical Japanese-style decoration, which is divided into upper and lower parts, and the compartments are separated by curtains.

There are various ink paintings painted on the curtain.

Toru Amuro went to discuss matters with the person in charge of the restaurant, Hoshino's chef.

Because Shuji Tsushima... as soon as he entered the restaurant, he disappeared.

Toru Amuro, a steady adult, silently shouldered the responsibility.

"Chef Watanabe, about the Hoshino restaurant being donated to the Tsushima Club by Mr. Hoshino..."

"Snapped--"

The tall, middle-aged chef slapped the table aggressively.

"I don't agree with this matter." He said coldly.

He gave this restaurant away without his consent, and didn't discuss anything with anyone, including him, the chef.

It is too much!

If that nigger dared to say anything he didn't want to hear.

Chef Watanabe stared at the man opposite him with deep eyes.

Under his gaze, the blond-haired and purple-eyed man smiled calmly.

"I'm sorry, but everyone in Hoshino gave it to Tsushima Club on their own initiative. In theory, Chef Watanabe, you have no power to object." His tone was gentle, and he sounded extremely polite, but he couldn't refute it. .

Watanabe Ichiro took a deep breath.

"Then, I ask to use the halberd to decide. If I win, Hoshino will be mine. If I lose, I will stay in Hoshino and work for Tsushima Club." The middle-aged man clenched his fists and said.

Toru Amuro: ...I'm really not a professional chef...

How could I eat a halberd with you...

"Sorry, I..." He just wanted to refuse.

"I seem to have heard that someone here wants to eat a halberd?" A figure fell from the beam.

The neck was still bound by the rope, and the body was swinging in mid-air.

He was hung in mid-air, holding the rope tied around his neck with both hands, and asked with his tongue out like a ghost.

"Wait... when..." Watanabe Ichiro turned pale with shock, he didn't even see anyone other than the person surnamed Amuro coming in.

"Tou-kun~ Please put me down~ It's so uncomfortable to hang here~" The hanging boy turned around slowly, facing Toru Amuro, sticking out his tongue.

Toru Amuro: ...

He looked at the young man who looked like a hanged ghost.

fell silent.

Do you really remember that this restaurant will be named Tsushima soon?