COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

In the brightly lit hotel lobby, police cordoned off.

The young man in a black coat spoke lazily.

"You must be the murderer, Miss Yuuki."

The woman who was being comforted by her friend in a low voice suddenly stiffened. Before she could refute, the friend who was comforting her could no longer stand.

"You little brat, what are you talking about! How could Yuuki be a murderer! She is so kind..."

"Jealousy is really a terrible thing, aren't you right? Miss Yuuki." The young man in black ignored the other party's accusations, just sighed and said with an expression that seemed to be pitiful.

"The boyfriend who is gradually losing love is focusing more on his cheerful and outstanding friend, and is gradually attracted to him..."

"This trip can be considered the last time before we break up."

"That gentleman should be planning to officially break up with Miss Yuuki after the trip. Unfortunately, Miss Yuuki knew about this in advance and was planning to make it impossible for him to say anything."

"After all, a dead person won't cheat or break up, right?"

It was a young man who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with baby fat still on his face, slightly curly black hair, fair skin, a right eye wrapped in a bandage, and a kite-colored left pupil exposed.

The black coat and suit looked a little loose on him. He stood lazily, watching the found murderer kneeling on the ground helplessly, crying uncontrollably.

"It's so boring." He said this and was about to turn around and leave.

The sharp-eyed policeman quickly stepped forward and stopped him.

"What's this little brother's name?"

The black-haired boy blinked, and a dark stream of light seemed to flash through his kite-colored eyes.

"Tsujima, Tsushima Shuji, my name." He said this with a smile on his face.

Ignoring the police officer who praised him, he turned away and waved with his back turned.

Standing at the door, he took out his cell phone and tapped a few times.

[Come to pick me up——cahors]

Half a minute later, I received a reply.

[Address——gin]

…

[...address——cahors]

The man sitting in the passenger seat puffed out smoke, snorted and dropped the cigarette butt.

"Vodka, go to the Popcorn Hotel."

"yes, Sir."

Vodka started the car without any complaints.

"Brother, do you have any mission?" He couldn't help but ask.

After all, suddenly asking to go to the hotel during the day is really not like the style of Gin!

"Mission? Humph." The silver-haired man smiled inexplicably.

"Just picking up a troublesome kid."

Vodka went into shock.

How much trouble can a brat that even Brother Gin finds troublesome have to be?

etc……

Speaking of troublesome brats…

"Is Kaa back?" Vodka asked with an inexplicable attitude.

"Yes, it's that troublesome brat." Gin simply admitted his suspicion.

ah……

If it is Kaa, vodka is not surprising at all.

After all, he had witnessed Kaa's troubles with his own eyes.

Thinking of the other party committing suicide three times a day on average, and the Gin brother who had to protect the other party from actually dying...

Vodka drives silently.

Brother Gin, you are so difficult!!!

…

After standing in front of the hotel for more than ten minutes, a black Porsche 356a parked in front of him.

He didn't care, reached out and opened the back seat door and got in.

"Hey, long time no see, Gin."

"I feel relieved to see that your hair is still in good condition."

"After all, there are so many undercover agents waiting for you to catch me. I'm worried that you'll be bald."

The young man in the back seat excitedly raised his right hand to speak, saying irritating words in a cheerful and friendly tone.

"Shut up Kaa." A gun was pointed at the boy in the back seat.

"Hey? Have you finally thought about it and are you willing to send me to die with your own hands?" The young man was not afraid at all, and even approached the muzzle of the gun eagerly and put his head against the muzzle.

"Just a gentle press like this will satisfy my wish." The young man smiled with satisfaction and longing.

"Please, let me wake up from this rotten world." He said this, with a gentle smile on his face, but the only iris-colored eyes exposed were lifeless.

"You lunatic." Gin took back the gun and spoke with unclear meaning.

"The boss wants you to come back not to die, but to serve the organization well, Kaa." The silver-haired man said.

The young man lowered his eyes regretfully, looking blankly at the scenery passing by outside the window.

[90% compatibility with Osamu Dazai’s character]

[Come on, host! Just ten percent off! You can open a new vest!]

The young man seemed to have heard nothing and turned to ask the man.

"Who is my partner?"

Gin ignored him.

But Vodka smiled and answered his question.

"That gentleman means to let you choose by yourself."

"Let me choose by myself? Can anyone do it?"

"Those who cannot be chosen will not appear in front of you." This time it was Gin who answered.

How interesting.

Dazai Osamu thought as he held his chin.

"Has my accommodation been arranged?" he asked as if he had remembered something.

"It's been arranged. It's an apartment with good security measures."

"But now, let's try your abilities first. After so many years outside, I don't know if you have made any progress."

The Vodka car stopped at the entrance of a research institute.

"Huh? My [father] really likes the institute..." Osamu Dazai said boredly.

"Shut up and keep up."

Gin ignored the boy's words and walked straight to the front.

There was no researcher in sight in the corridor they walked, and at the end of the corridor was an ordinary elevator.

After fingerprint and iris detection, the elevator that originally only had minus one quietly added minus two and minus three options.

"Gin, level A permission, allowed to enter."

"Cahor, level A permission, allowed to enter."

"Vodka, level A permission, allowed to enter."

"Welcome back to the training ground." As the elevator opened, the mechanical female voice said without emotion.

In this training place full of futuristic technology, people with code names from the organization were coming and going. When they saw Gin and Vodka coming back with a boy who looked like he was underage, they didn't have any superfluous expressions, they were just sneaking around.

After looking at it twice, he turned his head and acted as if he didn't care.

After all, after watching for a long time, Gin suspected that they were undercover agents, put a gun directly to their heads, and shot them dead if they disagreed, and the organization would not say anything.

"Go, let me see how your strength is."

"m200,l115a3..."

The young man casually reached out and stroked the rows of guns, knowing the data and performance of all the guns clearly.

Then I randomly selected an SVD and stood on the training platform.

…

"It's the forehead again..." Gin looked at the real-time record with unclear meaning.

Each training data will be recorded, including the location and number of times the data character was shot.

In the performance record of Dazai Osamu shown above, the number of bullets in the Tianlingai area on the forehead far exceeded that of the heart and other parts.

[Forehead:79]

[Heart:10]

[limbs:11]

[Latest record 1500 codes]

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it. After all, some people's hearts may grow in other places~" the young man in black said slowly after finishing the test.

〖Host, Osamu Dazai’s marksmanship is not that good!!! OOC!!〗The system let out a wail.

[No, no, no, this is not Fumino's crew. Why can't Osamu Dazai, who has no qualifications in the world, be full of marksmanship and fighting skills! This is my routine to learn from Osamu Dazai!] The boy retorted in his heart.

"That's right." Gin gave an appreciative expression.

Although Kaa has a lot of quirks, this cautious approach is much better than organizing other miscellaneous fish.

"Ah, please send me back quickly. The canned crab meat I bought has arrived home." Osamu Dazai said weakly as he lay on the ground.

Gin:..."!!Get up."

Calm down, be calm, Kaa is the adopted son of that adult...

Kaa is very useful...

"Let's go, I'll take you back." Gin pressed the hand that wanted to draw the gun.

"Great!"

ps: Comprehensive comic world view, no heroine, no emotional lines, no ambiguity, no licking of women, no help for the red side, real winery heir, no saving people, undercover traitor Er Wuzi and other red side characters may die.

Haibara Ai and Conan are free-range experimental subjects in the eyes of the protagonist. Characters such as Judy and other FBI characters in the Bermod Akai family have the possibility of death. After all, according to the characters of Kuro Tokizai and Chief Zai, they can’t kill me.

They all feel that what I wrote is sorry for him, and maybe the red team will be wiped out one day.

[Bourbon and Scotch are both real wine, real wine!!! The winery sent an undercover police officer. For those who don’t understand, I won’t explain it anymore.]

Keep out of the way!!! Don't come back and scold me when you see your favorite character dead, I won't accept it.

It has been said that pure black wine is a real wine, and it is impossible for the black party to act like a fool, nor to serve as a wine while helping the red party. If the black party does not engage in business, should the black party want to do charity?

ps: Don't mention other people's books in my articles. Mention them casually if they don't have a heroine. If there is a heroine, forget it, because I will click on it and then it will be very painful when I see that there is a heroine.