COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

The body is so heavy.

Feeling dizzy.

"It's so cold..." He turned over and murmured.

[Host! You have a fever!] The system reminded hurriedly.

[Um...ask for a leave from school for me.] He said in a daze.

[Let me sleep a little longer, I’ll be fine after a nap.]

[It would be better if he could die in his sleep without any pain.] His heart responded to the system like this.

[…] The system quiets down.

He honestly pretended to be a guardian and called Di Guang to ask for leave on behalf of the host.

In fact, he also had medicine that could directly treat Tsushima Shuji, but he was rejected countless times.

Because the host said so.

"In this world, only pain can make me feel like a living human being and keep me awake."

"The medicine that makes me lose my pain is poison to me." The young man smiled, his iris-colored eyes empty.

But in the blink of an eye, he had a different attitude, smiling, without any of the hollowness of the previous moment.

"How is it? Dazai Osamu should have this kind of attitude, right? Hahaha, my cosplay is absolutely perfect~"

Even the system can't tell whether it's a role-playing line or the host's true inner thoughts.

All the system can do is follow the host's orders, nothing more.

The air conditioner in the room turned on silently.

Shuji Tsushima was forcefully woken up by his cell phone that kept vibrating today.

His cell phone was originally silent, with message reminders only enabled for special persons.

This includes gin.

After all, the only person responsible for liaising with him on Neon's side is Gin.

I opened my phone and looked at the unread messages.

Text message at six forty.

[Task****——gin]

[Today’s execution mission is under your command.——gin]

[By the way, let’s get to know the members of Neon’s codename.——gin]

And the latest text message at 10:30.

[It's downstairs, come down as soon as you wake up.——gin]

Gin is a compulsive disorder that manifests itself in every aspect.

For example, when he sends text messages, he always chooses a precise time. For example, for the first text message at 6:40, it can be 10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes, 40 minutes, 50 minutes, or 6 o'clock.

However, numbers like 11.21.31 are absolutely unacceptable.

And even though he is left-handed, he often trains the flexibility of his right hand.

Wait for a series of bad habits.

Although he complained about the other party so mercilessly in his heart, he still slowly got out of bed.

"The school has asked for leave again. I guess the whole school knows about Osamu Tsushima's role as a healer." He thought helplessly.

But he doesn't care too much, after all, this is indeed the character he wants to create.

He poked his cell phone and replied to Gin.

[Got it—cahors]

After washing up and changing clothes, he went out wearing a black mask and a black wide-brimmed hat that had been on the coat rack but had never been worn before.

I silently got into the Porsche parked at the door.

"Kaa, what's wrong with you?" Vodka glanced at the boy who was dressed differently than usual and asked worriedly.

"Little...cold...Ah Qiu." Before he could say anything, he sneezed firmly.

"Tsk." Gin clicked his tongue impatiently.

"Vodka, drive." He ordered.

"Okay, brother." He glanced worriedly at the young man sitting in the back, wrapped up tightly, and started driving the car honestly.

If Kaa catches a cold and has a fever that burns out his brain...

Will the boss blame the elder brother...

Vodka felt extremely uneasy, fearing that Kaa's illness would damage his brain and cause his eldest brother to be rejected by the boss for wearing small shoes.

"These are the members who will participate in the mission later. You are responsible for directing their actions." Gin sent him a document.

"Contact them yourself." He said.

Don't worry at all that the other party won't be able to contact other people.

"It's best that your condition will not affect this mission." The silver-haired man spoke mercilessly.

"Don't worry, it's just a simple task." Kaa said in a voice that was slightly hoarse due to a cold.

"It's best this way." Gin sneered.

At the same time, other people's mobile phones received text messages from Cahors Wine.

[This mission is entirely under my command, you don’t need to question it, just do as I say without hesitation - cahors]

Another member I haven’t seen before, Cahors, Noir? What kind of person could he be?

Bourbon, the undercover police officer, had a serious look in his eyes.

"Where is your communication headset?" After sending the message, Shuji Tsushima, who was feeling dizzy, finally came to his senses.

[There is a button on the side of the mobile phone issued by the organization. Press it and a contact headset will appear. You can communicate in real time by wearing the headset - cahors]

He originally invented such a thing because it was convenient, and he could keep it in his mobile phone when not in use and just take it out when in use.

Unless you also lost your phone...

Then there is no hope for you, just wait to die.

As for Gin, as an organizational model worker, he must have some.

The people who received the text message on the other side tried to search for it, and found a button on the right side of the phone that was invisible unless they looked carefully. They could only open it with a pin or other sharp object.

After opening it, a small compartment appeared. There was indeed a mini oblate headset inside. It was this size. If you put it in your ear, would it really not fall out?

[You can try to shape it into the shape and size you want, and the baffle of the compartment can also be removed to use as hanging ears - cahors]

Bourbon picked up the mini headset with serious eyes, reached out and rubbed it.

He saw that the headset, which was originally barely visible, gradually expanded on his fingertips, from a small point to a small ball.

Put it in your ear and hear the voices from other people.

"Is your headset missing?" A low, hoarse, slightly breathy voice said.

"Ha." The cold, murderous sneer was Gin's voice.

The person who spoke just now is the commander of this operation, Cahors?

"Actually...cough cough cough..."

"Actually, I have prepared a spare for you. It's behind the phone. Look carefully...cough, cough, cough." In just one sentence, the other party coughed so much that he could hardly breathe.

You can hear the other person's discomfort through their voice.

However, if you fall ill while doing a task, Gin will not be so tolerant and kind-hearted and care about you.

He only cares about whether the mission will be affected.

"Tsk." He heard Gin click his tongue impatiently.

"Troublesome brat." Gin said.

Maybe in the next second, Cahors, who is a commander, will lose his identity as a commander this time.

Bourbon thought so.

"Vodka, go and buy medicine for this brat." Gin ordered Vodka impatiently.

"Yes! Big brother!" Vodka ran out without complaining.

Organizing Undercover Bourbon:????

Are you the Gin I know?

Shouldn't you take out your gun and kill him, a stumbling block?

What are you doing???

"Ah, the scenery here is really...Aqiu...wrong." The voice on the other side that sounded like Cahors wine said.

"Don't even think about jumping out of here in front of me."

"Suicide is also considered a form of betrayal. Do you want to betray the organization? Kaa." Gin said.

"No, Aqiu... it would be too scary for me to jump down. Ahem, cough, cough... I will die in a bloody mess, and it must be very painful." He finally finished his sentence.

Jump off a building? Suicide? Betrayal?

Is Cahors thinking of betraying the organization? Or even willing to die?

But why did he become a commander...

Toru Amuro couldn't figure it out.

"Brother, I'm back." Vodka came back carrying a bag of cold medicine.

"Come on, Kaa, you'll feel better after taking the medicine." Vodka said as if he were treating a child.

Shuji Tsushima:…………

"No, I refuse, I don't want to take medicine." He refused three times in a row.

"You can eat it yourself, or I can feed it to you, choose one." Gin said coldly.

Bourbon heard the sound of loading, and could imagine the scene over there from a distance.

Gin must have pointed a gun at the opponent's head... or something.

"Ugh, it tastes so bad..." I finally took the medicine obediently.

There is no way, it is impossible to be drugged, he is not Kudo Shinichi!

"Take good care of your brain, Kaa. The boss is very fond of it. It is the treasure of our organization." Gin said meaningfully.

Toru Amuro:????

You covet other people’s brains??? Sure enough, criminal organizations are amazing and have no bottom line.

This time, the person wanted to kill was an official. As for the reason, Tsushima Shuji didn't bother to ask.

It is nothing more than offending people in the organization, or affecting the interests of the organization.

Today happens to be the speech meeting where the opponent was elected.

It's still an open-air place.

"Bourbon, now go to the man in the blue shirt at the porcelain venue." Toru Amuro looked at the position the other party said, and sure enough he saw a man in a blue shirt.

Plain clothes arranged by the police.

Damn it, how could it be discovered so quickly.

"Received." In order not to arouse suspicion, he still replied in the contact channel.

"Trinidad, the third man from left to right is the target. I say don't hesitate when you shoot."

Trinidad? Another bottle of wine I’ve heard of for the first time…

He didn't know how many code-named members there were in the organization.

Toru Amuro gritted his teeth.

"Bourbon, get up." He rushed up according to the order, but accidentally bumped into the plainclothes man, and at the moment the other person turned around.

"Trinidad."

"Bang -" The target's temple was penetrated by a bullet, his head exploded, and his headless body lay on the podium.

The blood from the bullet pierced the temple splattered on the curtain of the podium.

With a deep bullet as the stamen, a red and white flower blooms.

The plainclothesman who had just been hit by Toru Amuro was also shot through the forehead by a bullet at the same time.

Blood even splattered on Toru Amuro's body.

"Trinidad, leave your current location."

"Bourbon, turn left and keep walking forward. There is a brown cardboard box on the right. Take off your bloody coat and throw it in. Then walk another hundred meters."

"Okay, the mission is over, that's all."

Listening to the voice in the headset, Toru Amuro came back to his senses and realized that he had walked out of the crime scene and came to a crowded street.

At the same time, a woman wearing a peaked cap passed him.

"Urgent report, our country's Representative Fujiwara was attacked by a sniper from a mysterious organization at the speech conference today..."

"Unfortunately, the congressman and the police officers who protected him died unfortunately."

"According to the sniper location found, it can be known that the sniper who killed the congressman assassinated the congressman from a distance of 1,000 yards, that is, a distance of 915 meters..."

"On the other side, the sniper who killed the police officer has not been found yet."

…

"Take me home, I want to sleep." Shuji Tsushima said, lying on the back seat.

"Vodka, drive."

After completing the mission, Gin is still relatively easy to talk to.