COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"He's dead." The police officer in charge of the autopsy looked at the corpse lying on the ground and shook his head.

"The cause of death was poisoning." He looked at the dark purple lips and face of the deceased.

People around panicked.

"How could it be, how could it be poisoned?" Several people who seemed to be the younger brother of the other party trembled and couldn't believe it.

Atobe Keigo supported Shuji Tsushima, who had fallen into a coma, and was about to leave.

only to find out...

Lost the opportunity to leave.

The police cordoned off the tennis court and no one was allowed out.

Because of Keigo Atobe's behavior of wanting to leave just now, he and Shuji Tsushima, who was unconscious, were successfully targeted.

"Someone wants to run over there!"

With a loud shout, the focus of the audience shifted from the corpse to Keigo Atobe.

Atobe Keigo:……

Falling into a coma, Jin Island repair: Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha I know, unhappy ~ stabbing is not stimulated ~ Trace Department senior ~

This is a thank you gift~

"What's going on here?" A policeman came over and asked.

"It must be that guy! Killed someone! Only he is here for the first time!" Someone pointed at Keigo Atobe and shouted.

"I see that guy is sneaky, he doesn't even dare to show his face, maybe the one he is supporting now is no longer alive!" Someone speculated loudly.

As soon as these words came out, the audience suddenly fell into panic.

After killing a person in front of them, someone arrogantly took another corpse and prepared to run away?

Shuji Tsushima, who is no longer a living person: Thank you, brother, I have received your blessing~

Hey~ Atobe-senpai, you can't escape tomorrow's news~

Keigo Atobe, the sneaky murderer who dares not show his face: ...

"Huh? How could my uncle do such an unglamorous thing as killing people?" His tone was disdainful, full of disbelief.

As if shocked that anyone would suspect him of doing such a thing.

"So, can you take off your hat?" The policeman asked politely.

Keigo Atobe who wants to hide his identity and act low-key: ...

"It seems that my uncle has nothing to do with the word low-key." He lifted his hat in a helpless tone.

Combed a handful of golden hair with his hands.

Look flamboyant.

"You are..." The police officer's eyes widened.

"I actually know..." Master Ben?

Before Keigo Atobe could say anything, he was interrupted by the policeman.

"Are you still a minor?!" The policeman said in disbelief.

Keigo Atobe, who has already started to take over his own company at the age of eighteen: ...

A certain fourteen-year-old Shuji Tsushima who is in a coma: Pfft~

"You don't really believe that the man was killed by me, do you? You haven't even found a reason?" Keigo Atobe fell into deep thought.

Neon police...are they all like this?

I always feel that the tax my family pays every year has raised a bunch of waste.

"So, what evidence do you have to prove that you have no reason to kill someone?" A policeman asked seriously.

"Ah? Of course it's because I don't know that person at all." Keigo Atobe looked puzzled.

Can't you police understand such a simple thing?

"What evidence do you have to prove that you didn't know the deceased?" the policeman continued to ask persistently.

Atobe Keigo:……

How do you want my uncle to prove it?

Shuji Tsushima: Hahahahahahahahaha, come on, Atobe-senpai~

...

"What's the situation with the person holding you next to you? Shouldn't it be?" The policeman guessed.

Didn't he kill someone and prepare to take the body away and hide it?

He watched Keigo Atobe vigilantly, as if looking at an outlaw.

"Take off the hat you're supporting," he warned.

Keigo Atobe: ...No way.

I have to let you go on the news with me, Tsushima.

Don't worry, I will let them take better pictures of you.

If it doesn't look good, I will ask people to remind them to change the photo.

As for myself...

Of course, my uncle is always gorgeous no matter what.

Atobe Keigo thought so, and lifted Tsushima Shuji's hat.

"This boy..." The policeman looked at the face with a bandaged right eye, slightly curly black hair, pale complexion, and closed eyes.

Lost in thinking.

This look is very familiar...

It is very similar to a person they often discuss in the police.

"Isn't this... the beautiful boy detective?" someone whispered.

"Is it dead already? It's a pity..." Someone looked at the blood on the boy's mouth and said with emotion.

"Isn't he the president of Tsushima Club? Why is he here..." People whispered.

"It's Tsushima-kun who often helps the police solve cases... What did you do to him?" The policeman said as if remembering, then turned his head and said to Atobe Keigo with a vigilant look.

Atobe Keigo is already ready to call his own lawyer team.

He completely lost the desire to talk to this group of policemen.

If you can't explain it, give up.

Taxes for so many years have been paid in vain!

When he finished the phone call, the boy he supported closed his eyes, coughed and then opened his left eye.

Glancing at his surroundings, he blinked.

This relieved the minds of everyone who suspected that he had been killed.

"Tsushima-kun... do you know the situation?" the policeman asked impatiently.

Shuji Tsushima: ...Didn't I just fall into a coma? Why are you so impatient!

The black-haired boy looked around.

"I saw the dead man drink a bottle of juice earlier."

"This is a fruit juice poisoning case, and the poisoned bottle of juice is the murderer." The young man said casually while wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hands.

"But, we bought that bottle of juice from a vending machine! No one has tampered with it at all..." Several followers suddenly panicked.

"The vending machine... Could it be the random murder case?! The murderer who put poisonous drinks into the vending machine..." The policeman said in a tone of sudden realization.

"No." The black-haired boy frowned, his eyes cold.

"How can there be such a coincidence that the drink thrown by the murderer happened to be what the deceased wanted to drink?"

"Do these...followers dare to buy him other drinks casually?" He said mockingly.

"I'm afraid the dead who were still alive at that time will kill them first." He said indifferently.

"Then this is..." The policeman was uneasy.

"Such a simple question... Tsk." The black-haired boy was speechless impatiently.

"Of course the murderer wanted to make you think that the deceased was killed by the criminal who committed the poisoning of the vending machine." He explained.

"Know the drink the other party is used to drinking, and be able to poison it in advance...cough." The boy clenched his fist with one hand in front of his mouth and coughed.

Atobe Keigo watched his Adam's apple under the bandage roll up and down, and swallowed the blood that was about to be spit out.

But there is still some time to swallow, overflowing from the corner of the mouth.

"Of course he is the servant of the deceased." The black-haired boy wiped the corner of his mouth indifferently.

"Now the poison is still hidden in that servant..." said the young man, looking at the servants.

"It's you." His eyes stayed on one of them.

"Let me guess where you hid the poison...cough..." He spit out a mouthful of blood without changing his expression, took out a handkerchief from his body and wiped his mouth.

While looking up and down at that person.

"So it's in the sleeve." He just continued to say casually.

"That police officer, why don't you search for it..." He covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and the center of the white handkerchief was smeared with a bright red.

"Please cooperate with my search." The policeman stood in front of the other side and said.

"Why...why do you know..." The murderer, whose body was stiff and the poison was found, slumped on the ground powerlessly.

Half-kneeling and covering his head, he collapsed and shouted.

"Hey? Isn't it very simple?" the boy said casually.

...

"Master Xiuzhi!!!"

Butler Tanaka, who got news of his young master from the butler of the Atobe family, rushed to the scene with a group of black-clothed bodyguards.

Toru Amuro brought together is included.

"My uncle didn't say anything." Keigo Atobe explained.

Shuji Tsushima sighed.

"Sorry to worry you again, Mr. Tanaka." He said to the old housekeeper apologetically.

"The state when I was reasoning just now...you must have scared Atobe-senpai..." Turning to face Atobe Keigo again.

"I'm sorry, I just... once I entered that state of solving crimes... I couldn't control myself..." the black-haired boy said embarrassedly.

"Master Xiuzhi, as long as you are fine..." Butler Tanaka checked his master up and down, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Keigo Atobe, who felt a handkerchief stuffed into his hand: ...

Seeing the boy's expression, he silently hid the handkerchief.

Just help this guy Tsushima once.

"Master Jingwu..." Butler Tanaka looked at the blond-haired and blue-eyed boy with a serious expression.

Amuro cast a sympathetic look.

It seems that he is about to be scolded bloody.

I was scolded by the other party for an hour before.

"Really, thank you very much, Master Jingwu, for bringing Master Xiuzhi to play together..."

"It's the first time I've seen Master Xiuzhi so happy..." Butler Tanaka said emotionally.

Toru Amuro:? ? ?

Too much double standards, Mr. Tanaka!

Shuji Tsushima, who was so happy for the first time: ...It seems that my acting skills are really good.

"Ahn, cough, well, Tsushima is an excellent junior, it's just a trivial matter." Keigo Atobe clenched his fist and coughed unnaturally.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first." He offered to leave.

"The state of reasoning today is very gorgeous." When passing Shuji Tsushima, he affirmed.

Shuji Tsushima...

is an absolute genius...

Whether it's a flamboyant posture during reasoning, or a cool posture in the archery competition, it is more suitable for the opponent than the posture when the opponent is suppressing pain and vomiting blood.

Thinking that the other party just came into contact with tennis today, but he is already playing better than most ordinary people who have been in contact with tennis for two or three years.

Keigo Atobe felt sorry for this.

If it wasn't for that body...

He shook his head, thinking no more.

At least, even with such a weak body, Shuji Tsushima is a well-deserved genius.

This is enough.