COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

Watching Laphroaig and Kitagawa Murakami walk out of the clinic door, Chablis slowly closed the door.

"How long can he live?" Bourbon asked, holding the report between his index finger and thumb.

At first glance, these data are all good and can be called a very beautiful series of data, but...

The most crucial part is missing.

Laphroaig can't understand it, but Bourbon and Scotland, who have been running to Chablis since childhood, can understand it a little better.

The level of physical activity is not normal at all. Being in the best state at all times, or in other words... explosive state, is quite energy-consuming.

Chablis was not surprised that his students would ask this question, and he answered very simply.

"About two or three years?" He took the report from Bourbon's hand and answered uncertainly.

"Maybe there will be a miracle? After all, things like fate...sometimes can catch people off guard." He said, both jokingly and seriously.

Just like people who should have died are alive, and people who should have been alive have died early.

"No reply, I have no interest in dealing with them now." The young man with black hair and wild eyes showed a sickly posture and spoke tiredly.

Without seeing what the other party did, he just summoned a group of crows silently.

"Surprise? There is no such thing." Shuji Tsushima waved his hand.

After passing through this long and rugged road, away from the overgrown grass and branches growing wantonly, everything suddenly became clearer and the road became extremely smooth.

"Crow?" Bourbon and Scotland smiled.

Especially...after I reply, I need to reply with more messages.

Speaking of which, the criminal organization whose code name is alcohol is also known as Crow in private...

Replying to messages one by one is very tiring.

A villa standing quietly on the edge of a cliff.

It's better to pretend you didn't see it in the first place.

Dreaming comes faster.

Could it be that these crows are all raised by organizations?

The further the car drove, the more remote it became, and the further it drove, the more remote it became.

Laphroaig took out his cell phone and began to control it.

Sure enough, it has something to do with the organization member sitting in the co-pilot.

The light on the mobile phone screen gradually became weaker and eventually went completely dark.

"Rather than go back, are you really not going to reply to the message?" Chablis pointed to a mobile phone on the sofa.

Finding people can be regarded as the specialty of information dealers, although finding Rum... will be a bit difficult.

"The young master only told us to go to Nagano, but he didn't tell us the specific address." Kitagawa Murakami touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

However, Laphroague was not someone who would cooperate with his jokes and remained indifferent.

"You'll know after you go in and take a look." He stepped into the door immediately.

Kitagawa Murakami looked thoughtfully at the army of crows above his head. After a moment of silence, he said, "Have you ever offended a crow? Or have I offended a crow?"

"Rather than how long he can live, I am more curious about what surprises are waiting for them in Nagano?" Scotland is not interested in how long Laphroaig can live. In a sense, he is more indifferent than Bourbon. He is only interested in how long Laphroaig can live.

There was some interest in Kaa's arrangements in Nagano.

The villa is full of foreboding, as dark as a haunted house.

But when they looked around, they couldn't see any third humanoid creature except the crow.

Even when we drove into the deep mountains and old forests where there were no people at first glance, the road was bumpy and bumpy all the way.

Chablis is also boring here, although it is boring everywhere.

Could it be... that he should be asked to find Rum by himself?

Kitagawa Murakami parked the car outside and got out of the car.

It was as if their car was regarded as a target.

Laphroague looked at the motionless car and then at Kitagawa Murakami.

When pushing open the iron door, Kitagawa Murakami observed the condition of the door.

Crows surrounded the villa, indicating that this was their destination.

"The crows are all ready." He seemed to feel a little cold and put the coat on his side.

Crows, crows all over the sky flew towards their car, hovering over the car and not leaving for a long time.

"Let's go to my place in Nagano first...forget it, my safe house probably won't work anymore, it's better to stay in a hotel for safety..." Kitagawa Murakami shook his head, but suddenly stopped talking.

In that case...

"...Why are you bringing us here? Rum lives here?" Kitagawa Murakami said jokingly in order to lighten the mood.

Fate always plays tricks on people, like a bad-tempered child.

They seemed to always hear Kaa mention crows, but... they had never seen an existence called a crow.

Kitagawa Murakami and Laphroague had arrived in Nagano, and then... the car stopped on the road.

There was no rust on it, and the sound the door made was not harsh.

Kitagawa Murakusa doubted that his car would be scrapped after this trip.

Are there any devices on these crows? Devices specifically responsible for receiving messages? Will they appear once an organization member needs them?

"It's not scary, it's just an ordinary...relaxation." Tsushima Shuji's tone was careless, and he was a little uninterested.

…

The dark crow pointed the direction for them in the sky, like a black bridge leading to an unknown distance.

All this makes the iron door look like it has been used and maintained regularly.

That's not impossible.

Or...are these crows not real crows?

Are they all machines developed by the organization?

Kitagawa Murasuu kept guessing in his heart.

How is it done?

"They will lead the way, follow them." The red-haired young man put away his mobile phone and said coldly.

Laphroague returned an indifferent look.

"Rescue, recuperate, and I'll probably be able to go back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Shuji Tsushima counted the time on his hands.

"The crow...is related to your organization?" Kitagawa Murakami continued to speculate before Laphrogue could speak.

Osamu Kitagawa saw the destination at the end of the road.

On the sofa where Shuji Tsujima was sitting, there were three mobile phones scattered around. The screen of one of them lit up at the moment, and a screen full of messages was piled up.

Do you expect Shuji Tsushima to prepare surprises for people?

The only thing the other person seems to do is... look at his phone.

A crow summoned by a mobile phone?

"Two or three years... it's such a long time." Shuji Tsushima sat on the sofa, resting his chin on his knees in a daze.

He opened the car window, stuck his head out and took a look outside.

"It would be nice if he didn't prepare to scare people." Bourbon said angrily.

Shuji Tsushima turned over silently.

"There should be people living there..." Kitagawa Murasuu touched his chin while already holding the scalpel that slipped out of his sleeve.

There are no weeds in the yard, and the water in the fountain pool is clean and clear living water, not stagnant water.

We didn't even see animal feces or garbage.

It is impossible for a house to be so clean if no one lives in it and cleans it.

"Could it be Rum's trap?" Kitagawa Murakami asked.

Laphroaig used crows from the organization, and Rum is also a member of the organization. Could it be that... letting the crows lead them here was Rum's plan?